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mikeandikeschmidt · 7 months

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Once Upon a Time

Mike Schmidt x babysitter!f!reader

Word Count: 1864

Summary: Like all other imagines go, ever since Mike hired you as Abby’s babysitter, you’ve made their life so much more fun. Today’s fun? Playing fairy tales with Abby. Mike thinks it’s hilarious until he’s suddenly brought into production…

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There was a satisfying ‘click’ when Mike turned the key. With one little shove, the door was open and he could breathe again. Another rough shift at work, but he was so grateful to be home. Where he could relax and just unwind…

And then he heard giggling. And he had the sinking feeling this was not going to be an “unwind” kind of day. What kind of mischief was Abby getting into now? Although, he much preferred hearing her laughter over the silence he used to get. Ever since he hired that new babysitter, Abby’s brightened up a lot. So, despite the drowsy drooping over his shoulders, he smiled as he shut the door behind him.

“Hey, I’m home!” He called out.

“We’re in here!” Your voice replied, making his smile twitch just a bit wider without him meaning to. You were such a saint. After what happened with the last babysitter, he thought he wouldn’t find another half as good, but you surpassed any and all expectation. Once he got the ball rolling better with work, he’d pay you. Soon.

“What on earth…” Mike’s voice trailed off when he saw what was going on in Abby’s room.

Lights were strung about, a great big fort connected to the ceiling and strung down like a canopy. With the use of cardboard, paper, and markers, the fort was surrounded by fake towers and what he assumed was a moat. And under the strung-up blankets were two familiar faces with paper crowns.

“We’re playing fairy tales,” You quickly explained, feeling the urge to take off the crown. You hadn’t felt self-conscious when it was just you and Abby, but when a cute guy looks at you? That’s a whole different thing. The embarrassment only worsened when you saw him stifle a laugh. Crap, what could he be thinking right now?

If only you knew that he thought you both made the cutest sight he'd ever seen.

"If we're going to do Snow White, we need an apple." Abby turned to you, refusing to let Mike ruin your fun together. She was not done playing. In fact, seeing the two of you looking at each other gave her a little idea...

"I'll go get the apple." You stepped over the cardboard towers and paper moat to head to the kitchen, "I'll be in the kitchen."

"Right behind ya," Mike added as he shrugged off his jacket.

You quickly took the crown off and set it down before going to the counter. You rummaged through the bowl of fruit, going past bananas and pears to find what you wanted.

Mike pulled out a Gatorade from the fridge, "Heh, thanks again for this. You have no idea what a difference you've made to Abby."

"Oh it's nothing. She's a lot of fun." You reassured him.

"I promise I'll pay you as soon as my check comes in, this isn't going to be the usual. You know, if, uh, you still want to continue this. I get it if you don't. You're not obligated to keep coming..." He was rambling now. He hadn't gotten like this since high school. Sheesh, what was going on with him? He reached up and adjusted his shirt's collar. It was getting warm in here all of a sudden.

"Mike, stop. You're completely fine. I'm happy to be here. After all, what are neighbors for?"

He shrugged. He'd just gotten so used to you being here, so quick. You fit right in. Looking back on it, the house used to feel so empty. Abby used to go to her room and just draw by herself. Mike would go to bed early or watch a couple shows on TV. Now, there was so much light and laughter brought in. He barely recognized his life anymore. He really hoped this was a sign for better days.

"Ah! Here we are, a classic red apple. I better not keep the princess waiting." You teased and started heading back to Abby's room, with a little skip in your step. But to your surprise, upon entering in, you saw Abby wearing her darkest purple blanket over her head like a cloak.

"I don't remember Snow wearing anything that dark."

"I'm not going to be Snow, you are." Abby told you and hurried to take the apple from you, "I got to be the princess the last two times. It's your turn."

You hadn't realized you were taking turns but okay.

"Where is your crown?" Abby squinted at you and made a face, "Mikeee! (Y/n) needs her crownnn!"

"Where is it?" He hollered from the other room.

"I left it on the counter!" You rose your voice, trying not to laugh. What has your life become? You felt like a Mom or something. And hey, you kind of liked it. Even though this wasn't your blood family or anything, you'd gotten real close with Mike and Abby. You just felt so comfortable with them.

Mike came back and briefly held up the crown, "Alright, where's the princess?"

Your face reddened and you sheepishly held up your hand, "Here."

He nodded and strolled over, briefly standing on his tip-toes to set it dramatically over your head, earning giggles from his sister. But just before he went to leave, Abby grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't go yet, I want you to watch!"

"Watch?" You echoed and your heart dropped to your stomach. Yeah, you were doing this for the kid, but you felt so shy playing pretend in front of Mike.

"Oh, alright, I'd be happy to watch." To your horror, Mike plopped down into the chair by Abby's desk and folded his arms. A big smile on his face.

Your eye twitched at the cocky little gesture. Oh, he was loving this, wasn't he? You didn't know if that was better or worse. But you tried to put it out of your mind when Abby got into character. She came up in her makeshift cloak,

"The evil witch approaches and knocks on Snow White's door..." Abby narrated before knocking on one of the blankets, pretending there was a thudding sound.

You stepped inside the fort then immediately poked your head out, forcing your gaze on Abby instead of Mike's amused face in the corner, "Hello?"

"Hello, young lady..." Abby ironically croaked, despite being many years younger than you, "I am giving out free apples. Would you like one?"

You heard muffled laughter again. Well, you weren't going to let him get to you. If he was going to pay you someday, you were going to earn every penny. He wanted a performance? Alright, here we go.

"Oh, how lovely! Of course!" You reached for it and held it to your mouth before taking a big bite.

"Muahaha! My plan is all coming together!" Abby rubbed her hands together and burst into a fit of mischievous giggles—that sounded a little too convincing for half a second.

"Oh no! I feel strange!" You held a hand to your head then spun around before making a dramatic 'fall' back onto the floor, bending your knees at the right second so the impact wouldn't be so bad. Besides, there were so many scattered pillows around, it wasn't harsh at all.

"Oh, bravo! Great job." Mike chuckled and clapped before starting to get up from his seat.

"Hey! The story isn't over!" Abby pointed a finger at him, "This part is important! I need your help!"

"Wait, what?"

"Snow White needs a handsome prince to wake her up." Abby explained and took off the cloak. She reached to the side for the crown she had made for herself, and handed it to Mike, "Your turn."

You had been pretending to be asleep but now your eyes were wide open. You started to sit up, "Oh, Abby, that's not necessary--"

Ohh it suddenly wasn’t so funny anymore. Was it, Mike? “Yeah, I'm really not an actor. You guys have fun, I'll just prepare dinner..."

But Abby wasn’t having it. She pointed to you first, “No! You! Lay back down! And you! Prince!”

Mike blinked down at his sister, but…apparently he didn’t have the strength to turn her down. He sighed and put the crown on his head. You honestly couldn’t believe it.

You slowly lowered back to the ground and closed your eyes. Not like you weren’t kind of hoping for a kiss from Mike one of these days, but you couldn’t say this is the way you expected to have your first one.

It certainly wasn’t the way Mike planned it, either. He had expected he’d finally get up the courage to ask you on a date. After he’d gotten around to paying you and proved he was in a better situation. But as soon as Abby found out of his crush on you, she had to push this to go a little quicker. He just had to hope he didn’t die of embarrassment in the process.

Abby took off her cloak and let out a gasp, “Oh no! My friend, Snow White is hurt! Help! Help! Prince Charming, come help!”

Mike sighed and walked over, “What’s wrong?”

“The princess has been poisoned! She needs true love’s kiss to wake her up!” Abby held her hands together and looked up at him with expectation.

“Abby, you really don’t expect me to—“ But the look she gave him told him she was serious. Was this really happening? Why didn’t he have the courage to tell her no?

He got down on his knees and looked over your features. He couldn’t tell but you were just as panicked about this. Your heart was pounding like crazy. What was he going to do? Maybe he’d kiss your forehead or your cheek. Something light just to say he did it. But no. When Mike lowered himself near to you, you were surprised by the touch of his lips. The soft scratch of his stubble. His breath was warm on your skin and made your heart flutter. This wasn’t the way you both had planned it, but it was a beautiful first kiss together.

Of course you both didn’t go crazy, Abby was right there, but it was a lingering kiss. Soft and sweet. Mike was surprisingly gentle. But just before you both could get used to it…

“Yay! The princess is saved!” Abby threw up her hands and giggled.

You both broke apart and nervously chuckled at the same time. You decided to speak first before it got awkward.

“Thank you so much for saving me!”

“Of course.” Mike dutifully bowed his head like a prince would, briefly licking his lips.

“Now the prince carries Snow White off into happily ever after!” Abby beamed.

“Heh, alright. Right this way, princess.” Mike gently scooped you up into his arms and rose to his feet with no issue. Wow, he was strong…

“Off to happily ever after?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Off to the spaghetti and meatballs I’m making for dinner.” He replied.

You held a hand to your chest and laughed heartily, “Oh, my hero!”

The end.

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lixzey · 6 months

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Hey! Maybe you could write Remus Lupin x Fem Reader seven minutes in heaven fluff;)

a/n: This is the longest work i've ever written, so I hope you enjoy it! Very special thanks to @lilmaymayy for betaing this 🫶

word count: 7.2k

seven minutes to forever

The Gryffindor common room was ablaze with excitement as the Gryffindors celebrated their recent Quidditch victory against Slytherin. Waterloo by ABBA blared from the record player—courtesy of your best friend, Lily Evans. There were streamers of red and gold, along with a large banner with the words Gryffindor painted in red. There was a large table with sandwiches, cakes, pasties, and Honeydukes sweets, as well as a huge bowl of very suspicious-looking punch along with bottles of butterbeer and firewhiskey scattered around.

James Potter, the star Quidditch captain, was being hoisted onto the shoulders of his teammates as they chanted his name. Among the crowd, you spotted Sirius Black doing a little victory dance, while Peter Pettigrew was enthusiastically shovelling food onto his plate, and Remus Lupin was leaning against the wall with a small smile on his face, clearly enjoying the sight of his friends.

You turned your attention back to your friends, who danced along to the beat of the song. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your friends enjoying the night.

“Having fun, Y/n/n?” Lily asked as she twirled around.

“I am,” you chuckled, swaying your hips to the beat.

“You’re rocking that skirt, Y/n.” Marlene complimented.

You playfully rolled your eyes as you tugged on your skirt, still wondering how you ended up being coerced into wearing a form-fitting black leather skirt from Mary’s closet. “It’s awfully short, and it keeps riding up my thighs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n!” Mary chastised, swatting your hands away from the hem of the skirt. “You have the hips for it, and it makes your arse look good.”

You laughed and shook your head, knowing there was no arguing with Mary when it came to fashion. “Well, if you say so-” You were cut off by a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

You rolled your eyes at the sight of Sirius Black trying to flirt with you. Sirius Black, the notorious ladies’ man and troublemaker, had always had a way of getting under your skin. His cocky smile and arrogance made you want to roll your eyes and give him a piece of your mind every time he came near you.

"Seriously, Black, can't you give it a rest?" you snapped, crossing your arms and turning away from him.

“But come on, love, you can't deny that I'm the most charming bloke around,” Sirius said, flashing his signature grin.

Rolling your eyes again, you huffed, "Charming? More like insufferable. I've had enough of your sorry excuse for compliments.”

Sirius chuckled, unbothered by your rejection. “I'll have you know that I can be quite serious when the situation calls for it.”

You scoffed. “The only thing serious about you is your name. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than listen to your nonsense.”

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, your friends trailing behind you.

“What the fuck was that, Y/n?” Mary asked with a raised brow.

“What? It’s not like I haven’t turned him down before.”

Mary scoffed. “Don’t tell me you still believe in finding your soulmate.”

You raised a brow at Mary. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Well, I just don’t believe in that fairy-tale rubbish. Soulmates and true love—it's all a load of nonsense if you ask me,” Mary replied, shaking her head. “I just don't see how one person can be destined for another. There are billions of people in the world; it seems impossible that there's just one person meant for each of us.”

“Mary’s right,” Lily agreed. “And even if soulmates do exist, how do you know you'll ever find yours?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know; I just think there’s someone out there for everyone. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I like to believe in the idea of soulmates and true love. It gives me hope, you know?”

“Come on, Y/n, be real. When the hell are you going to find the one if you keep turning down every guy who tries to ask you out?” Lily asked with an exasperated sigh.

You rolled your eyes, turning to face the redhead. “I don’t know; maybe when sparks fly?”

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and when you turned to look, sparks were flying literally out of the record player. Remus Lupin stood there frozen, his cheeks flushing from all the unwanted attention on him.

Your eyes locked into his; you felt as if time slowed down around you and everyone else just faded from view.

“What the bloody hell happened, Moony?” James Potter’s voice rang out, snapping you out of your trance.

“N-Nothing, I-I’ve just pulled the needle too early.” Remus stumbled on his words, his eyes not leaving yours.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Remus’ embarrassment, but you couldn’t deny the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. As the chaos of the common room continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Remus, who had turned back to the record player to fix the problem.

“Come on, everybody! Let’s play seven minutes in heaven!” Sirius announced, trying to redirect the attention away from Remus.

You found yourself being tugged along by Lily, who insisted that you join in on the fun.

“Come on, Y/n, it’ll be a laugh! Plus, who knows, you might end up with your soulmate in the closet.” Lily teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, shut it, Evans.” You groaned inwardly, not liking the idea of being locked in a closet with someone for seven minutes, but nonetheless, you followed your friends into the centre of the room, where an empty firewhiskey bottle was set up in the middle of a circle.

“Okay, so whoever the neck and the base of the bottle stops at has to spend seven minutes in the broom closet,” Sirius explained, pointing to the closet near the portrait hole. “You go first, Prongs,” Sirius said, passing the bottle to James with a smirk.

James spun the bottle, and it miraculously landed on Lily, which made her scowl and cross her arms over her chest. “I am not getting in that closet with you, Potter.”

“Come on, Evans, I didn’t make rules.”

“Go on, Lils,” you urged, a sly smirk plastered on your lips. “Rules are rules.”

Lily’s scowl deepened as she glared at you. “Fine.” Lily stomped towards the closet, James trailing behind her with a wide grin while the rest burst into a fit of giggles and cheers—including you, knowing that Lily would hex James into the next century if he tried anything.

A little while later, James came out of the closet rubbing his cheek an effect you know so well—Lily had hit him with stinging hexes.

“You alright?” Marlene asked, trying not to laugh at the look on Lily’s face as she sat between the two of you.

“Shut up.” Lily hissed, rolling her eyes. “Potter called me carrot top!”

“Alright, who’s next?” Sirius asked, trying to get the game going by spinning the bottle again. Your eyes followed the bottle as it spun around, anxiously waiting to see whether you were the next victim or not. This time it landed on you, and the other side was at Remus.

“My, my, my! Look who we have next!” Sirius announced loudly.

When the realisation set in that you would have to spend seven minutes with Remus Lupin in a small, hot, cramped closet, your cheeks flushed. Remus’s face began to match yours as the rest of the boys began to cheer—the girls even joining in—Lily had the same sly smirk you had just minutes ago.

“Go on, Y/n/n,” Lily urged, pushing you to stand. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus stand up with a defeated sigh and make his way to you while the rest of the Marauders teased him.

Remus looked at you with an apologetic smile, his hand out, ready to help you up. You looked from your friends to the group and finally up to Remus, your eyes meeting his. Remus’ brown hair framed his face perfectly; he had long silver scars littering his face down to his neck, but he still looked as handsome as ever.

Remus crouched down beside you, his lips a few inches away from your ear, his hand out for you to take. “We don't have to do this, you know? We can just sit back down and let someone else-”

“No, no, it's alright, let’s do this”. You whispered back, taking his warm hand into yours. Everyone started to cheer, with your friends and the Marauders being the loudest of the lot. The two of you made your way into the closet.

“Go get some, Moony!” James laughed, his hands mimicking two people kissing, making Remus groan.

“Only seven minutes, love birds; use them wisely!” Sirius teased as you and Remus stepped inside. The moment the door shut, the two of you were plunged into darkness. You realised how small this closet really was; you were an inch away from being chest-to-chest with Remus.

You could feel Remus shifting in front of you, the air around you becoming warm with the close proximity. You tried to ignore the sight of his face in the dim lighting—chiseled jawline, strong nose, and brown eyes. Why the bloody hell did he have to be so handsome?

“Is it hot in here?” Remus asked, breaking the silence between the two of you as he fanned himself with his hand before fanning you as well. “Are you hot? I mean, you are hot-” You couldn’t help but laugh at what Remus had just said. Although you couldn’t see it, you knew his eyes had widened.

“S-sorry, I-I mean….” Remus stammered. The sound of your giggles made his cheeks feel warm. “I’m not exactly the smoothest bloke out here.” He chuckled nervously.

“Remus, it’s alright; I mean, it is a little stuffy in here.” you assured him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, it is,” Remus agreed before reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wand, and muttering, “Lumos.”

The light filled the small space and made you see the whole closet for the first time. If it were anyone else, you’d be panicking right now, but being with Remus didn’t feel as nerve-wracking.

“Sorry about this, Y/n,” Remus mumbled. “I didn’t think you would have wanted to be stuck in a closet with me.”

You chuckled, feeling heat rising to your cheeks. “It's fine, Remus. I know it's all just a game.”

“Thanks for coming with me here, I-“ Remus gulped, “I appreciate it.”

You raised a brow at him, a coy smile playing on your lips. “Remus, do you even know how many girls are wishing to be in my place right now? Merlin, they even call you the Casanova of Gryffindor tower!”

“Okay,” Remus began to relax, now laughing with you. “But that's just because I'm nice—nice to girls who just so happen to find me cute. Plus, I mean,” he breathed. “It's not like I'd pursue anything with them.”

You cock a brow, your teasing smile only growing as he rushes to defend, “I mean—they're all nice right back to me, but—I just have my eyes on someone else.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at Remus’ words. “Someone else, huh? Who could that be?”

“It’s just...” Remus hesitated, running his hand through his hair nervously. “I just feel like soulmates exist, you know? Maybe it’s stupid, but I can’t help it. I want to believe that there’s someone out there for me. Someone who gets me Someone who makes me feel... complete.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your mind was racing with questions. Were you just reading into things too much? Or was Remus trying to tell you something?

“I don’t think it’s stupid at all, Remus,” you said, your voice soft.

“I believe in soulmates too.” Remus looked up at you, surprised. “You do?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. But before you could utter another word, there was a harsh bang against the closet door, interrupting your thoughts.

“I don't hear any kissing in that closet! Come on, you guys, don't be boring! You have three minutes left!” James’ voice echoed, muffled by the closet door.

You and Remus exchanged a glance before chuckling and shaking your heads.

“You know we don't have to do anything, right? I would never want to pressure you into anything, wizard’s honour,” Remus assured, raising a hand.

You smiled softly at his reassurance. “Eh, it sounds like they want a show. Who are we to deny them of it?” Your cheeks begin to flush, your heart pounding inside of your chest. But his lack of response made you nervous about the forwardness of your comment.

“Maybe we could just...” you gulped. “Make it seem like it.” Remus’ brows knitted in confusion. “You know, just make sounds to make them think,” you explained, hoping he'd understand.

Remus nodded, the confusion leaving his expression. “Right, that's a good idea.”

“Follow my lead.” You chuckled, winking at him.

Remus smirked. “Alright, take the stage.”

Your eyes twinkled with mischief before you banged on the closet door and let out a loud moan. “Oh fuck, Remus!”

“Oh shit, Moony’s getting some!” Sirius’ voice rang out along with loud cheers from everyone else outside the broom closet.

Remus’ eyes widened, clearly not expecting that from you. You jerked your head at him, urging him to do the same.

Remus let out an exaggerated groan: “O-oh, yes, baby girl, so good!”

“Oh Merlin, yes, yes!”

“Pinch me here,” Remus whispered, pointing to his neck. You obliged and pinched his neck lightly.

“Ouch! That hurt, baby girl!” Remus grunted. “You like it rough, huh, baby girl?”

“What in Merlin’s name are they doing?” Lily asked, horrified.

“They’re shagging, Evans; do try and catch up," Sirius said, mouth agape at the sounds coming from the closet.

The two of you continued to put on a performance, making kissing noises, grunts, thumping, and moaning from time to time.

And then, before you knew it, the door was being flung open by Sirius. “Time's up! Come on, you two lovebirds.”

Remus shot up, his face flushed. The two of you had your foreheads pressed together, hands intertwined, and clothes dishevelled. It felt strangely right, like connecting with Remus was something you were meant to do. He pulled you up, and the two of you walked out, avoiding everyone’s gaze, which seemed to be snickering. As soon as the two of you sat down, everyone didn’t waste time teasing both of you as you sat down.

“Remus, you sly dog!” James laughed, clapping Remus on the back.

“Wow, that was intense!” Peter chuckled, looking at you and Remus.

“Yeah, we thought the two of you had gotten lost in there,” Sirius added with a smirk.

“You slag, Y/n L/n!” Mary teased.

“Well, that was quite the show!” Marlene teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I can’t believe you shagged Remus Lupin in a broom closet!” Lily rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You let out a groan and buried your face in your hands in embarrassment. “Can we not talk about this anymore? Move on to the next ones, please!”

“There will be no next, Miss L/n.” A voice said, and everyone in the room fell quiet. You lifted your head from your hands to see Professor McGonagall.

The excited chatter turned to hushed whispers. Everyone in the circle quickly stood up, some nearly toppling over because of the alcohol they consumed.

“This game ends now. If there are any further disruptions, there will be consequences. Is that clear?”

“We were just having some fun, Minnie,” Sirius explained, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Fun is one thing, but disrupting the entire Gryffindor tower is another. I suggest you all clean up this mess and head off to bed,” Professor McGonagall ordered, her stern gaze sweeping over the room.

The room was quickly cleared of food, drinks, and decorations as everyone began to leave, grumbling and complaining about their fun being ruined. You helped Lily, Mary, and Marlene gather the streamers and discarded plates.

“Come on, Y/n/n, let’s head up,” Lily said, nudging you with her elbow. “I doubt Professor McGonagall is done giving her lecture for the night.”

“Yeah, that was a bit reckless, don’t you think?” Marlene added.

You sighed, feeling guilty for being a part of the chaos that had ensued. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, guys.”

“It’s okay; it was all good fun,” Mary assured

You nodded, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment from the game and the moment you had shared with Remus.

“You sure? You’ve been quiet since you and Remus came out of the closet,” Lily teased, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

“Oh, shove off, Evans.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving her.

The four of you made your way up to the girls' dormitory, still reeling from tonight’s high, when someone called from behind you. You looked back only to see Remus jogging up towards you. You looked back at your friends, who were smirking at you before they stepped inside the dormitories—but you knew that they’d be listening from behind the door.

“Uh, hi.” Remus smiled sheepishly.

“Hey, Remus. What's up?” you asked, trying to act unsurprised but feeling the butterflies in your stomach were saying otherwise.

Remus stopped in front of you, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, Y/n. I just wanted to say that I had a great time with you, uh, in the closet. I mean, we made a great team, putting on that show. And, uh, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to do it again? Not the closet, of course, but... hang out, I mean.” He stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

You couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness, feeling a rush of warmth at the thought of spending more time with him. “I'd like that, Remus. I had a good time too,” you replied, feeling a strange flutter in your stomach.

“Great!” Remus grinned, looking relieved. “Um, maybe we could, I don't know, go for a walk by the lake or something? If you want to, that is.”

Before you could answer his question, the door swung open, revealing Lily, Marlene, and Mary peeking out from behind.

“Time to hit the hay, lovebirds!” Mary interrupted, a sly smirk playing on her lips.

Remus chuckled, trying not to be too embarrassed in front of your friends. “Uh, so what do you say?”

“A walk by the lake sounds wonderful, Remus. I’d love to.”

“Great, it’s a date then,” Remus replied, a smile lighting his face. I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, Y/n?”

“Yes, definitely; I’ll see you then.”

You turned to walk up to your friends before giving Remus one last look. “Good night, Remus.” You smiled, leaning against the doorframe, your friends grinning behind you.

Remus smiled, his cheeks flushing pink. “Good night, Y/n.”

As soon as you step inside, your friends start to squeal.

“Okay, is it possible for you guys to not embarrass the living daylights out of me?” You growled with a mock glare, trying to hide the smile you couldn’t fight as you stepped inside the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“I can’t believe it!” Lily said, jumping up and down in excitement. “You and Remus, a walk by the lake—it's like something out of a romance novel!”

“Okay, okay, simmer down,” you said, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like it’s a date or anything."

"Yeah, right, we’ve never seen you smile like that before,” Lily teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“It was just a walk by the lake, nothing special,” you insisted, shrugging your shoulders.

“Sure, sure,” Marlene said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“I hope he knows how lucky he is,” Mary added with a dreamy look.

“Should I go down and give him some pointers?” Marlene teased, earning a playful slap on the arm from Lily.

“You guys are insufferable, you know that?” You groaned, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Don’t pretend like you aren’t excited, Y/n,” Lily said with a wry smile.

“Fine, maybe I am a little excited about it,” you admitted, unable to stop a small smile from tugging at your lips.

“You should be, after all of what happened in the closet,” Marlene teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, shut it. I’m going to bed before you all drive me crazy,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“Goodnight, lovergirl!” Lily called after you with a laugh as you climbed into bed, unable to stop a smile from spreading across your face.

As you settled into bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Remus had looked at you, the warmth in his eyes, and the nervousness in his voice. You knew there was something there—something deep and unspoken, something that made you feel more alive than you had in a long time.

Meanwhile, Remus stood at the top of the staircase, staring at the door to the girls’ dormitories, a huge smile plastered on his facele.

“Oi, Moony! What are you smiling about, you lunatic?” James asked, approaching Remus with a confused look, Sirius and Peter trailing behind him.

"Nothing; I, uh, just had a good night tonight,” Remus replied with a shy smile. “I, uh, asked Y/n out on a walk by the lake tomorrow.”

James grinned, clapping Remus on the back. “That's great, mate!” James chuckled. “Finally decided to make a move, huh?”

Remus blushed and shrugged, feeling embarrassed. “I just had a really great time with her tonight, and I want to get to know her better,” he admitted.

“You've got it bad, mate,” Peter teased. “You’re already pining for her!”

“I wasn’t pining, I just...” Remus trailed off with a blush.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Moony,” Sirius chuckled, giving him a nudge.

“I’m happy for you, mate. I hope it goes well.” James smiled, giving Remus a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Prongs,” Remus said, feeling grateful for his friend’s support.

“I’m happy for you too, Moony.” Peter smiled, clapping him on the back.

“What about you, Pads?” James asked, raising an eyebrow at Sirius, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I’m happy for you, Moons. But I’m the one that should be-”

“Okay Pads!” James said, clapping a hand over Sirius’ mouth. “You’re happy for Moony!”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you loud and clear,” Sirius grumbled, playfully shoving James' hand away. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun too, does it?”

Remus laughed, feeling grateful for his friends and excited for his date with you. He couldn’t deny that there was something special about you—something that made his heart race and his palms sweat. Maybe, just maybe, you were the one he had been waiting for all along.

Maybe now he has somebody to love.

Surprisingly, Remus struggled to go to sleep that night; his smile was too wide and his dreams too big to relax and fall asleep. But eventually, his thoughts calmed down to imagining what the morning would bring, what her hair would look like, what she would wear, and what he'd say to her in class, finally allowing him to go to sleep.

The light slowly crept through the curtains of your four-poster bed, sunlight casting a warm glow over your face. You could hear loud shuffling from outside and stop at your bedside, the bed dipping down.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty!” Mary’s loud singsong voice echoed in your ears, making you groan in annoyance.

You turned your back at her, covering your head with your pillow. “Leave me alone,” you mumbled, still bleary-eyed.

“Get up, Y/n/n! We’re going to be late for breakfast!” Lily urged you, shaking your shoulder and yanking the pillow away from your head.

Groaning in protest, you reluctantly sit up and rub your eyes. “Fine, fine, I’m up.”

“Hurry up, don’t you want to see your soulmate at breakfast?” Lily teased, making Mary and Marlene snicker.

At the comment, your eyes popped open, meeting her knowing stare, eventually getting shy under her gaze, hiding your face in the pillow. She was right, so, albeit slowly, you pulled yourself up, dragging your feet to the bathroom to start getting ready.

You showered, washed, combed and dried your hair, brushed your teeth, and got dressed. You walked out of the bathroom to find your friends waiting for you, all of them giving you sly smirks as you walked towards them.

“What do you all have up your sleeves?” You asked, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Nothing; we’re just excited for you!” Lily said with a playful wink.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Keep it down, you lot.”

With your lips glossed, your long hair braided to the side, and your uniform smoothed out, you grabbed your bag and followed your friends out of the common room and down the spiral staircase to the Great Hall for breakfast.

You made your way down to the Great Hall with your friends, Mary and Marlene, linking arms while you walked alongside Lily, chatting and laughing as you made your way to the Gryffindor table.

As you entered the hall, your eyes scanned the room and landed on Remus, who was sitting with his friends. Remus glanced up at you and met your eyes, a smile spreading across his face. You felt a rush of warmth in your chest as you returned his smile.

From your fleeting glance, you were still able to see his dark brown curls perfectly framing his chiseled face. Merlin he was cute. A small smile formed as you hurried to your usual seat beside Lily, who was already looking between you and Remus, a tease on the tip of her tongue. But with your averting gaze and soft sigh as you began to load your plate, she swallowed any comment down with the flush of her pumpkin juice.

In Remus’ eyes, you couldn't look more beautiful. Your hair was vibrant and bouncing just like you, and you looked effortlessly beautiful, essentially strutting to your seat beside Lily after catching his stare.

“Mate, you're going to burn holes into her head if you keep staring.” James laughed, chewing on his first sausage of the morning.

“Oh, piss off, you hypocrite! You’re acting like you weren't staring at Lily just the same.” Remus scowled, lightly pushing James’ elbow off the table but laughing hard as it threw him off balance, Prongs’ fighting to stay on his seat, and the boys fighting to keep their boisterous laughter down.

“You’re looking at her like she took the moon out of the sky.” Peter pointed out as he shovelled some eggs into his mouth.

“You don’t understand; she’s just different,” Remus mumbled, feeling a warm flush spread across his cheeks.

“Oi, quit ogling at her. Stop being such a hopeless romantic and eat your eggs.” Sirius smirked, pushing the plate of eggs in front of him.

“Alright, back off, lads,” James intervened, swatting Sirius and Peter and grabbing a piece of toast. “He's nervous. A bloke can only handle so much. It’s not everyday that Moony is out of his wits.” Taking a bite of his toast, a sly smile crossed his lips as he watched the interaction from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, can we just have breakfast in peace?” Remus groaned, taking a bite of his toast.

James chuckled, knowing that he had hit a spot. “Alright, Remus, just relax. You don't want to scare her off before you even get the chance to talk to her properly.”

“You think I don't know that?” Remus hissed, feeling his cheeks heat up even more.

“Just play it cool, mate. You'll be fine,” Sirius reassured, clapping Remus on the back.

“Yeah, just be yourself, and she'll fall for you in no time.” Peter added.

Remus sighed, trying to ignore the butterflies that were dancing in his stomach. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this nervous around a girl, and it was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

“Now,” James chuckled. “Eat the bloody eggs, Moony. We don’t want a cranky werewolf, do we?”

Remus couldn’t help but laugh, his cheeks still flushed. “Alright, alright,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Wanker.”

This caught the eyes of none other than Y/n, who was already staring at Remus, only starting to smile seeing him so in his element, laughing happily with his friends, hiding his blushing cheeks behind his scarred hand.

As you ate your breakfast, you found it hard to keep your attention on your food. Your eyes kept drifting back to Remus. A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he ran a hand through his hair when he blushed.

Feeling a warmth spread throughout your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of your walk with Remus later that day. And the longer you looked at him, the more you felt butterflies in your stomach. You continued to sneak glances at him throughout breakfast, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth as he caught your eyes and smiled back at you. The moment felt surreal, but in the best way possible.

As breakfast came to an end, Remus stood up from the table, looking over at you with a warm smile. With a shy smile, Remus asked, “Can I, uh, walk you to class, Y/n?”

Your friends started giggling from behind you, making you flush in embarrassment, your cheeks nearly rivalling Lily's red hair. You turned to glare at them, only to see their smiles wide—wider than the Cheshire cat, if possible.

“Go on, give him an answer,” Mary urged, a teasing smirk on her lips.

Remus shifted nervously as he waited for your response. You turned back to him and nodded. “I’d like that, Remus.”

Remus smiled, relieved at your response. “Great.” He extended his hand to you. “Shall we?”

You nodded, throwing your bag over your shoulder before taking his hand to stand up. “See you later, girls.”

“Have fun, Y/n. Take your time!” Marlene called out, making you scowl and roll your eyes.

“Come on, Remus, let’s go.” You smiled, fighting the heat as it rose to your cheeks. You and Remus started to walk out of the bustling hall.

“Oi, lover boy!” James called out to Remus with a huge grin.

Remus groaned, refusing to look back at James. “Bugger off, Prongs!”

You chuckled at his annoyance, his nose crinkled up, and his brows furrowing—which you find cute.

“Don’t forget protection!” Sirius yelled, laughing loudly.

Remus groaned even louder, his cheeks turning beet red, while you stifled a laugh.

“I’m going to kill them, as soon as they fall asleep.” he muttered, tugging at his scarf nervously.

You shook your head, laughing softly. “Don’t worry about them. They're just having fun.”

As you and Remus walked side by side on your way to your first class, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and contentment. The world around you seemed to fade away, and for that moment, it was just the two of you sharing each other’s company, and before you knew it, you had reached your classroom.

“Thanks for walking me, Remus,” you said with a warm smile. “I’ll see you later?”

Remus smiled back at you and said, “Yes, I’ll see you later.” He sighed contentedly as you stepped inside the classroom, feeling his heart thump loudly in his chest.

Remus turned away and walked to his respective class, still reeling from the sight of your smile, when someone laughed from behind him.

“There’s our good old-fashioned lover boy!” Sirius laughed at the sight of Remus, looking like a lovesick puppy—well, like a lovesick wolf cub.

“Merlin, Moony, you look like a walking tomato,” James teased, ruffling his hair.

“Leave me alone,” Remus groaned, feeling his cheeks flush even more. “I can’t believe you guys! ”

“You’ve got it bad, Moony,” Peter grinned. “It’s written all over your face.”

The taunting and teasing continued all the way to their first class—History of Magic—and as Remus took his seat, he couldn’t help but feel excited for the walk with you later, wondering what he could do to make it special for you.

What about a picnic? That’s nice; she would like that.

Flowers—every girl loves flowers, right? Maybe I can stop by the greenhouse and pick some up for her. Wait, what flowers does she even like?

Remus sighed, slumping in his seat. Of course he wouldn’t know what her favourite flowers were; hell, he didn’t know a thing about her yet. Remus felt hopeless; there was no way he could surprise you, unless...

“Prongs,” Remus whispered, tapping James on the shoulder.

“Huh?” James mumbled, half-awake.

“Can you guys help me with something?” Remus asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

James yawned, rubbing his eyes awake. “What do you need?”

Remus took a deep breath. “I want to surprise Y/n later.”

James’ eyes widened. “You romantic son of a—Oi Sirius, wake up!” James nudged Sirius hard, jolting him awake.

“Where’s the dragon!? Where!?” Sirius exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly toppling out of his seat.

“Settle down, Padfoot. Remus is not going to surprise a girl with a dragon.” James rolled his eyes, making Remus huff in exasperation. “Moony needs our help with something; pay attention.”

Sirius blinked, his eyes unfocused, until he looked between Remus and James. “What's going on?” he asked, shaking his head to fully wake up.

“Remus wants to surprise Y/n today; give him some ideas,” James urged, nudging Sirius with his elbow. “You’re good at this sort of thing.”

“Oh, right. I’m quite the charmer, aren’t I?” Sirius yawned.

“Whatever, just help me,” Remus sighed, rolling his eyes as he leaned closer to the two of them.

“How about flowers?” Sirius suggested, “Girls love flowers.”

“Duh, we know that,” James said, rolling his eyes. “But which flowers?”

Sirius shrugged. “I don’t know. Just pick some nice ones.”

“Brilliant idea, really helpful,” Remus rolled his eyes.

James groaned. “This is going to take some serious planning,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Over the course of the class, the three boys huddled together and began to think of ways to help Remus plan a surprise for you. Together, they came up with the perfect idea for the picnic by the lake.

1. James will get the food from the kitchen.

2. Sirius will get a blanket and tea candles for that romantic feel.

3. Peter’s going to get the flowers.

4. Remus, just be Remus.

Later on, after class, the Marauders headed outside of the castle to start preparing for the surprise, leaving you none the wiser on what was going on behind the scenes. Throughout the day, Remus couldn’t keep the smile off his face, feeling the excitement build in his chest with each passing hour.

The sun began to set as evening approached, and students started to make their way back to their respective common rooms, some already getting ready to study in the library and some on their way to detention. When you reached your dorm, you found your friends waiting for you, already curious about how your day had gone.

“So, how was your day, Y/n?” Mary asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Yeah, what’d he say?” Marlene added, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at their teasing, but you couldn’t deny the warm feeling that bloomed in your chest at the thought of your time with Remus. “We just had a nice walk to class together; nothing too exciting,” you replied, trying to keep your voice nonchalant.

Lily and the others exchanged knowing looks, clearly not buying your casual tone. “Alright, well, we won’t pry….yet.” Lily smirked. “Make sure to come back to the common room once you're done with your walk. You have to tell us everything.”

“That’s assuming there’s anything to tell,” you chuckled, feeling a familiar warmth spread throughout your chest. With that, you made your way to get ready for your walk with Remus, excitement bubbling inside you. You quickly freshened up and changed into a comfortable yet cute outfit—a pale pink sweater and some white jeans—making sure to look presentable for your time with Remus.

You waved your friends goodbye as you left the dorm, already looking forward to spending time with Remus and getting to know him better. You walked down to the common room, only to be stopped by James.

“Hi, Y/n.”

“Hey, James,” you smiled. “Have you seen Remus?”

“Actually, Mr. Moony has sent me to fetch you, my fair maiden.” James grinned before taking an exaggerated bow in front of you.

“If you’d be so kind as to follow me.” James held out an arm with a flourish, which made you laugh and roll your eyes.

“Alright, show me the way, kind sir,” you giggled, taking his arm.

James led you through the corridors, making jokes along the way. The two of you stopped at the courtyard, and James then turned to you.

“Go down to the beech tree; Remus is waiting for you there.” James smiled, winking at you.

“Thanks, James,” you chuckled, before making your way through the courtyard and down to the lakeshore.

As you reached the spot where Remus was waiting, you couldn’t help but feel a shot of warmth in your chest yet again. Remus was standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of pink and yellow flowers in his hand.

“Hi, you look beautiful.” Remus’ smile widened, his cheeks turning pink as he offered you the flowers.

You had to fight back a smile as his compliment made your heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Remus,” you said with a shy smile, taking the flowers. “Everything looks really lovely.”

Your eyes fell on the setup that Remus had prepared—a blanket spread out on the grass, tea candles placed around, and a small picnic basket beside it.

“Did you do all this?” you asked, feeling genuinely touched.

“Not entirely,” Remus admitted, smiling sheepishly. “My friends helped me, but I wanted to do something special for you.”

“Thank you, Remus. This is really sweet,” you said, feeling warmth in your chest.

You sat down on the blanket, and Remus joined you. The two of you started to talk and get to know each other better as the sun began to set. The air was filled with laughter, chatter, and the sound of nature around you. It felt like time was slowing down, allowing both of you to enjoy the moment and each other’s company.

As the evening turned to night and the moon shone brightly in the velvet sky, Remus took a deep breath, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness wash over him. He couldn’t deny that there was something special about you—something that made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. And in that moment, as you talked and laughed under the moonlight, Remus couldn’t help but feel as if he had found someone who understood him, someone who made him feel like everything was right in the world. And in that moment, he knew that you were someone he wanted to hold onto, someone he wanted to be a part of his life.

You looked up, meeting Remus’ eyes, and felt a sense of connection that you had never experienced before. Looking into his warm and gentle brown eyes, you just felt safe, and you knew that this was the start of something special, something worth holding onto.

“Thank you for tonight, Remus,” you said, feeling a sense of contentment in your heart.

“It was my pleasure, Y/N; you deserve it and more. I had a great time with you,” Remus replied, his eyes holding a warmth that made your heart skip a beat. “I was wondering...”

“What is it?”

“Would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade on the weekend?”

Blood rushed into your cheeks at his question. Remus just asked you out to Hogsmeade! “I’d love to, Remus.”

Remus’ smile widened, and his cheeks tinged pink. “Great. It’s a date?”

You chuckled softly. “Yes, it’s a date.”

As you both made your way back to the Gryffindor common room, the evening felt magical in a way that you couldn’t quite define. You stepped inside your dorm, and you were met with the squeals and teasing of your friends, who had clearly been waiting for your return.

“You’ve been gone for ages; you seemed to be having fun,” Marlene teased, nudging you playfully.

“Hey, stop it!” you laughed, playfully swatting her arm.

“It looks like someone had a good time,” Lily teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You shook your head at their teasing, but you couldn’t deny the smile that remained on your face. Tonight had been different and special, and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

As you sat on your bed with your friends, the warm feeling in your chest lingered, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

And as for Remus, as he made his way to his dormitory, a smile remained on his face. The special night with you felt like a dream, but he knew that it was just the start.

Maybe you were the one he had been waiting for—the one who could tame the heart of a werewolf—the one who could make him feel more alive than he had in a long time. And the thought of spending more time with you, getting to know you, and making new memories together filled him with hope and excitement.

He went to sleep that night with a contented heart and the belief that you were the one he had been searching for all this time, the one he could see himself falling for. And as he drifted into sleep, he let the thoughts and dreams of you soothe him to a good night’s rest.

Who knew a game of seven minutes in heaven could make you feel like this?

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Reactions to Crazier Bastard's Chapter 293

Brief summary: Alberu thought that he isn't suited to be a hero. Ahn Roh Man is helping Alberu with his quests. Cale sends Freedom to watch Erza. Clopeh gives Cale some advice on how to deal with Exion.

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Last chapter, I speculated about the true identity of the "God of ???". Alberu himself was not a 100% sure that it was the Absolute God, but wondered if it was another name of the Absolute God.

Then we had some fun interaction between Alberu and Ahn Roh Man (ARM). ARM was helping Alberu with his main quest in becoming an emperor. Though they had a friendly relationship, the two did not quickly trust each other.

Alberu admitted that he refused to call ARM "hyung" because he did not like having someone above him. ARM took this in stride and both just laughed it off.

The part about the hero was somehow sad though. Alberu thought that he was not hero material. 😟 For him, CH, Cale, and Rosalyn were the fairy tale heroes. He preferred to be the king who gave missions to the hero.

3rd Inquisitor Erza was also known for not being able to see or make contracts with elementals, so Cale attached Freedom to watch her. But that was not a good idea... 🤣🤣🤣

Erza sighed and felt something tickling her cheek, causing her to let out an involuntary giggle. She spoke to the air, as it was invisible. "Aren't you supposed to be watching me, and yet you comfort me like this?" She couldn't see or hear the elemental. She could only feel their presence when they used their powers. That's why she couldn't hear what the elementals around her were saying. 'Sniff… Freedom! Good scent! My favorite elf, finally found you!' A few of the wind elementals beside her muttered. 'Hey, shouldn't we tell that elf that there's a crazy elemental attached to her? 'I don't know. That elf can't hear us.' 'What should we do?' 'Oh, I don't know, we can't make a contract with her anyway, so what's the point?' 'But.' And Freedom muttered. 'Freedom, chaos! Romance! Strong elf! Sniff! Swordsman elf! Chaos! Destruction! Destroy! Destroy! Kekekeke!' A cool, soft breeze drifted by Erza's side.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Erza couldn't see or hear elementals... 🤣🤣🤣

Exion was described by Erza to be a crazy person who couldn't communicate. Therefore, when Cale was thinking of that, Clopeh gave him some advice. The advice though.... 🤣🤣🤣

Cale: He's a crazy person who can't communicate. Clopeh: Fufu. Cale-nim. There's something I've learned from creating and leading the Indomitable Alliance. Cale: *listens for now* Clopeh: There's no such thing as a crazy person who can't communicate. Cale: Is that true? Clopeh: Yes. I've met people who were called that, but if you talk to them right, they'll listen. *smiles brightly while looking holy* They all ended up nodding their heads at my words and saying I was right about everything? Cale: ... *frowns* Clopeh: You're a better speaker than I am, Cale-nim, and your good side will be revealed as you talk, so I'm sure you'll definitely communicate well. Cale: ...Right. Narrator: Somehow, Cale had a feeling that the reason Clopeh's conversation partners could communicate well with him wasn't simply because Clopeh was a good talker. Cale: (Let's just agree with him. Yes, I'm sure it was like this. I'm positive that those people expressed agreement to Clopeh's words like me right now.)

Clopeh, you also fit the definition of "crazy person who can't communicate"... 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Lots of funny moments today, especially the parts with Freedom and Clopeh. Next chapter would be more serious as Cale would be meeting the great elder who watched the World Tree of Aipotu.

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 5 months

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how do Julius and Jason flirt with someone they are interested in making their s/o? Separate of course. What are their strong points? Weak points? Shy or confident? Awkward or sweet talker? Observe you from a far too learn all your interests or just take you on a once in a life fairy tale date and hope it works? Kiss on the first date or wait? Things like this!

You are my favorite blog!🖤

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Julius The Dressmaker

Julius is a very interesting person when it comes to dating

Usually he will just try to be himself, but if he picks up on something you find attractive, he will adapt to fit that standard for you

He is very confident when it comes to making someone his s/o

If he wants something, he will do everything in his power to get it

Something that does change from person to person is dependent on whether you are more masc presenting or more fem presenting

If you are fem presenting, he will try to be "manly" for you. He will still be himself, but he will just kind of "masculinize" certain features of himself

If you are masc presenting, he will be more soft and "feminine". Again he will still be himself, just sort of accentuating his feminine features

If you are androgynous he will probably just do whatever he thinks you will like better

He tries to be super smooth with his sweet talking, but most of it just comes out as "sweet" rather than "smooth"

Which is still fine, just not exactly what he wanted

Honestly he probably won't bother to learn much about you other than a few likes and dislikes of yours, he wants it to be a surprise for him when you two are dating

So chances are, he will instead just build up a friendship with you (by friendship I mean very flirty acquaintances), and then ask you out randomly and hopes it works

You could literally just be walking in the hallway and he will ask lol

He isn't much of a "special date" guy, so he'll likely just take you out on something where you two can be alone

An empty movie theatre, shopping, eating at a restaurant, etc

During this time, he will try a little harder to pick up on your likes and dislikes, as well as what you think of him

When it comes to the idea of having a first kiss on the first date, he is of the mind that whatever happens happens

If the opportunity presents itself, he will of course take it

But if you aren't comfortable doing that quite yet, or if he can't get a read on how well you like him, then he won't

He is very go with the flow when it comes to the date itself, it is just sort of whatever you wanna do

If the date goes well, he will ask you on another

and another

Until maybe your 4th or 5th date, then he will ask if you like him enough to become his partner or if you need more time

He is sort of impatient though, so don't drag him along too long or he might lose interest

Jason The Toymaker

Jason is a very "traditional" lover if that makes sense

He is very romantic in every sense of the word, and will make sure he woos you to the best of his ability

He learns almost all of your interests, likes and dislikes, both from observing you from afar and talking to you

Once he knows your interests, he will slowly start building a relationship with you

He isn't very flirty, as it just doesn't suit him

He isn't necessarily shy, moreso bashful

He will shyly offer you small gifts, muttering some excuse about how he was just clearing out some clutter and definitely didn't make something just for you

Speaking of gifts, a lot of his gifts are handmade

He thinks that gifts have more value if they are made specifically for someone

When it comes to asking you on a date, he will kind of take a leap of faith

He will set up a romantic picnic in the garden, set to be taken place at night with some candles for the lighting

He will set it up with your favorite foods and drinks and maybe some of your favorite music

He will ask that you allow him to lead you with your eyes closed

He will place his hands over your eyes and lead you to his little spot, and when you arrive he will uncover your eyes with a "tada!"

He will continue standing behind you, observing your reaction

Assuming you take it well, he will then move to stand in front of you, taking your hands and proclaiming his love for you

Not in an overbearing stalker way, but in a sweet, thought out way

And then you will feast on the foods, talking and laughing the night away

After this, he kind of just assumes that you are romantic partners

BUT he refuses to make any advances (such as your first kiss) until he is sure you are completely comfortable

He also waits for a while because he isn't quite comfortable himself

He isn't terribly used to physical affection, and it will take him a while to accept the idea of kissing

He is fine holding hands and maybe some light affections like pressing your foreheads together, but other than that, he will want to wait

Just be patient with him because I promise you, it will pay off

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #julius the dressmaker #julius the dressmaker x reader #julius doherty #jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker

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sirenjose · 6 months

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Victor Analysis + Analysis of the 2022 Autumn Letter Event

(Reposting another older analysis I did back when the Autumn Letter Event 2022 was still going on. This originally started as just an analysis of the event, but turned into an analysis of Victor and his backstory as well.)

When Victor was 5, his mother took Victor and they traveled a long distance. On an autumn day, Victor's mother left him to be instead raised by his uncle. This may have been the last time he ever saw her, as Victor can’t even recall what she looked like.

Victor's mom taught Victor what good and bad lies were. Since when Victor explains what a broken promise by using the example "telling you they'll be back soon, this place is your home, or they'll contact you again", it's possible this is what Victor's mother did to Victor.

She promised they'd return home soon before traveling far away, then when handing him to his uncle she says this is his new home and promises to contact him again, but likely never does from how little Victor says about her and how he emphasizes he’s never received letters from anyone.

Victor's mother taught him what good and bad lies were, and then does exactly that to him. That's probably why she did it. She probably knew what she was about to do, but did it anyways, though we don't know why.

It's confirmed that she never comes back for him as Victor says he was "raised by my uncle" on day 6. As Victor is sent off to boarding school, it could imply his uncle didn't want to raise Victor either.

Considering Victor's belief "nothing is yours when you live under someone's roof", Victor likely learned this as a result of whatever his uncle's personality was, implying he may not have been the best (he was potentially quite strict).

While at boarding school, Victor is once again left alone, just like how his mother and uncle did.

It seems he didn't really have any friends. Instead, he listened to his schoolmates talking to each other at night while looking out an open window at the different seasons.

The lamp's description is "'Victor, it's lights out! Stop reading meaningless fairy tales!' They kept saying that in school".

Seems Victor tried to escape reality by diving into the worlds written in stories (and into other people's stories via letters), especially fantasy ones.

He likely did this because of how different (and potentially better) those worlds seemed than his current one. It also fits with how well Victor is at reading between the lines and reading other people's emotions (as day 2 describes).

Victor left boarding school when he was 15. His schoolmates promised they'd keep in touch, but they never did, which may parallel what happened with his mother.

Considering the mention he was 15 when he left boarding school, this may connect to Victor's harmonica, which in the event has the title "Gift for a 15-Year-Old" + the description "this was the only gift she ever gave me".

We know that this harmonica came from a female, meaning it couldn't have come from the policeman who owned Wick, especially as Victor hasn't even met him yet (Victor only just met Wick).

The in-game description for Victor's harmonica as the S-tier accessory is "Victor didn't think that this present from his poet friend would be the last testament of their last meeting."

The only female Victor's mentioned so far has been his mother. It's possible she still occasionally visited or contacted him somehow, and maybe she gave this as a gift for him finishing school, but the earlier example when explaining a broken promise makes me not sure.

Victor also did say he’s never received letters from anyone. Then there's Victor describing the person as a "poet friend" and I'm not sure he'd refer to his "mother" as a "friend", though it could be because of the lack of intimacy due to his mother leaving and not raising him.

It could've come from someone Victor knew at school, but as Victor talks about not having anyone to send letters to + how alone he describes himself as at school, I'm not sure about this option either.

The only other option is it's from someone we haven't been introduced to yet.

What we do know about the harmonica is it's incredibly important to him, to the point it's the only item he wishes to be buried with when he dies (on Day 6).

There's also how the harmonica in the event starts with "Have you tried playing the harmonica by a river in autumn?"

This should tie to Victor describing the day his mother left him. Regarding this, he says "We crossed the bridge over the river, and then she let go of my hand and just waited by the bridge. Then my uncle took me... And she left."

Finally, Victor on Day 6 says he likes playing Greensleeves on his harmonica. Some claim this song was written by King Henry VIII for Anne Boleyn, who rejected Henry's advances, or Lady Greensleeves (who the song is about) may have been a prostitute, though both are likely false.

In the song, the author says Greensleeves "was all my joy" but "alas, my love, ye do me wrong / to cast me off discourteously", adding "I have been ready at your hand / to grant whatever you would crave".

The next parts of the song describe what the singer tried to do to gain the lady's affections, but "thou couldst desire no earthly thing" and "yet thou wouldst not love me". He comments on how much he spent/did for her yet she still won't love him.

He prays that she'll see his "constancy" and "yet that once before I die / thou wilt vouchsafe to love me", before saying "farewell".

This song first appeared in 1580 (after Henry had died in 1547). The mention of "lady" may imply she could've been nobility (so not a prostitute)

The writer gives the lady multiple gifts, potentially trying to show how rich he is, but fails to get her to love him though she does keep the gifts.

During the renaissance, besides meanings that imply prostitution, green could also symbolize love and joy, youth, and chastity.

Greensleeves may have originally been a poem that was set to music, which could tie to Victor getting his harmonica from a "poet friend". If he was told to play the song while by a river in autumn, it's possible this friend was trying to help cheer Victor up when he was depressed thinking about his mother leaving him.

Considering the lyrics of the song, it's possible Victor felt similarly in the song. Doing everything he could to gain someone's love, but continuing to fail no matter what he did, but he still refuses to stop loving the person.

Though if it was the mother who sent it, it's possible it was her way of apologizing? Maybe that could also fit with, if his mother left when he was 5, he remembers her enough to talk about but not remember her face, why this could be the "only gift" he got from her.

It's possible, rather than abandoning Victor, Victor's mom had to leave Victor so he could attend boarding school. There was a law in 1870 (which fits the time period of the game) that made it mandatory for all kids between ages 5-10 to attend school.

Considering Victor was 5 when he left his mom and 15 when he left school, he would've been at boarding school for 10 years, which apparently is a possible amount of time for kids to stay at boarding school for. Maybe the harmonica was a gift, and maybe she sent Victor poems while he was going to school, but maybe she died soon after he left school and not long after giving him the harmonica. Maybe she gave it the harmonica to him so he wouldn't miss her. Maybe the last time her saw his mother was the day he got the harmonica from her.

Or again, maybe someone else gave it to him.

I'm not quite sure either way. I feel like I'm missing a little bit of info to really put all the pieces together to be completely sure. So for now, I can only throw out all the potential theories.

In any case, after school Victor began working for a post office, which is where the event takes place. It also matches with Victor's 1st deduction that talks about Victor becoming a postman.

Victor met Wick for the 1st time on day 1, where Wick says his "master just lost a letter! That's what I'm here for".

It seems to be while Victor is talking to Wick he gets the idea to write letters to himself. He comments during day 1, after Wick asks if he has anyone to write to, Victor says he doesnt have anyone to send them to, and he doesn't have anyone who's ever sent him letters either.

On Day 6, Wick tells Victor he should “keep these letters for yourself”, which likely refers to the letters Victor is looking at right now, which are letters Victor is unable to send due to smudged addresses, incorrect sender info, and so on.

Maybe it’s soon after this Victor gets the idea to do something similar by writing to himself. This could connect with Victor’s 1st letter, which is by Victor written for Wick (as well as some of victor’s deductions which are described as letters he wrote to himself).

Victor talking to Wick (like Wick can actually converse with him) also fits really nicely with Victor’s 1st letter, considering Victor is sending a letter to Wick and at the end of the letter, there is a reply from Wick to Victor (in morse code).

It's not until day 7 that we see this letter Wick was looking for. It is a letter from someone asking Wick's owner, the policeman (as it mentions a "measly salary" at a "police station" + we know Wick's owner was a policeman), to help them by passing goods and obeying "Big Daddy".

At the end of the letter, the author of the letter mentions also needing a "mute to pass a message". This should match with Victor's 2nd deduction, which has a very similar line: "Find a mute who can speak. That's someone who can keep a secret".

Based on the title of this deduction and line right after it "Nickname: 'Big Daddy' never called me by my name. He only calls me 'Postman', just like how everyone calls him 'Big Daddy'", seems it's soon after this event that Victor begins working for Big Daddy by sending messages and helping the policeman ship the "goods" the policeman was asked to send by Big Daddy's group. This is likely the "list of supplies for the transaction" and "addresses" referenced in Victor's deduction 3.

As Luchino's 1st letter references a "crime syndicate" linked to Lakeside Village, this may be Big Daddy's group ("Big Daddy" may be Miles' father, Mr. Donnelly, who Eugene Hayward, Margaretha's uncle, works for and was talking to when ordered to move Michiko's body).

The title of Victor's deduction 3 is "Curiosity", with the line right after it being "He said if something happens, he will ask Wick to give this letter to me for delivery." Considering the policeman was told to "find a mute" and Victor helped Wick, the policeman's dog, who probably showed the policeman he liked Victor, this would explain why the policeman would likely trust Victor enough with his dog and tell him he'd send him a letter with Wick if something happened to him (the policeman).

The money the policeman and Victor received in exchange for helping Big Daddy should be the same money referenced in Victor's deduction 4, which also states Wick would receive letters for the policeman when the policeman wasn't there to receive them himself.

The reason Big Daddy wanted a mute is hinted at in Victor's deduction 5, as people were "asking about the identity of 'Big Daddy'". Those who delivered messages before Victor likely died due to talkin, which explains why Big Daddy wanted a "mute" to deliver messages this time.

Then there’s Victor’s deduction 6, where he witnessed the policeman “beating up a hooligan”.

This seems to be a turning point for Victor.

It’s not explained why the policeman was beating them up, but considering deduction 8 is a note likely from the policeman who is starting to go against Big Daddy, as he doesn’t want to do “more” and wants them to stop using Victor, and considering back in deduction 3 the policeman thought something might happen to him and promises to send Wick with a letter to Victor if something does happen, I wonder if the “hooligan” was 1 of Big Daddy’s “gang”. This fits with the summary for Victor’s deduction 2 in his character relations page stating he “became the witness in a fight between a police officer and a gangster, and thus lost the trust of ‘Big Daddy’”.

Victor’s deduction 7 is him realizing he’s a just a "tool" and wants his own secret. I wonder if the policeman had been trying to protect Victor . Maybe he wanted Victor to get out, and that's why he wanted Big Daddy to send someone else instead of Victor.

It’s after this fight Big Daddy stops trusting Victor and “won’t let me deliver letters for him anymore”. It’s possible this was because the policeman stopped working for Big Daddy and so the Victor didn't have to do the same things he did before with the policeman as a result.

The policeman going against Big Daddy is reflected in the title and line for Victor’s deduction 8 “Business: the envelopes delivered here are getting thicker, yet the parcels being sent back are getting smaller”. Big Daddy wanted the policeman to do more, but the policeman decided he didn’t like what he was doing anymore. Big Daddy wants the policeman to ship more goods, but the policeman is refusing. He likely tried to speak out or do something potentially to get Big Daddy arrested.

As a result for going against Big Daddy, the policeman is killed. The fire was likely purposefully set to hide any evidence. Victor tried to save the policeman, but failed, only succeeding in rescuing Wick.

We know the policeman promised to send Wick with a letter if something happened to him, which likely contained everything about Big Daddy and other important secrets of the gang.

These were likely the evidence the police probably wanted to use to get Big Daddy caught, but failed to use before he was killed. This could also explain why the title for deduction 9 is “Possession: I hold my own secret now”.

In deduction 10, the title is “Hesitation: Should I remind him? Will he question me? Is there a chance to get that letter still?”.

I’m not sure what Victor means by “remind him”.

It’s possible Victor tried to ask something of Big Daddy, possibly to be let go or something. Or maybe he asked to keep Wick (especially if Wick had the letter from the policeman). The “letter” he still wants should be the letter the policeman wanted to send Victor.

As the rest of the deduction is labeled “monitoring record” and describes the gang watching him + willing to kill him if he talks, he either had to be careful to retrieve the letter, or maybe he wanted to use that letter against Big Daddy but had to be careful how he did it.

As Victor has skins like Paperboy (COA 5) where he’s using the newspaper to oppose Metropolis/Eternal Aurora, the idea Victor wanted to use the secrets from the policeman against Big Daddy makes sense. It'd also explain why the gang were worried and felt the need to watch Victor.

The last deduction should tie with the summary for the 3rd deduction in Victor’s character relations page, which states he was “involved in a police corruption case. His life was even threatened”.

As the title for deduction 11 is “lost letter” + “I’m still the Postman, but I’ve lost the Bronze Bell”, and how Victor during the event still describes having the “bronze bell” rung, I wonder if this deduction implies he was forced to leave working for the post office (bronze bell like that on a door to the post office to signify when someone entered to have a letter sent?).

If Victor did try to release the truth about Big Daddy like his skins (ex: Paperboy from COA 5) imply, that could explain why there was a “case” about “police corruption”, as in the kind you’d find in a judicial court.

Deduction 11 is a note “Don't say anything. You stick out like a sore thumb. We won't mind burning that dog again”. The meaning could be the gang/Big Daddy didn’t want Victor to say anything in court about them, and that would explain why they'd threaten “burning that dog again”, as the gang went from threatening to burn the dog to threatening his life was because he did talk out about the gang. It’s also possible he didn’t say anything, and that’s why Victor’s last deduction still uses the “nickname” Big Daddy and the gang call him, aka “Postman”.

Whatever happens, it’s around then that Victor receives the invitation from the manor. Victor is happy to finally receive a letter from someone else, and is more than happy to go.

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shelbystales · 10 months

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Unhealed Love - Part Five

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Summary: You and Tommy have history… a long one but to cut the story short he pushed you away, shut you out of his life without giving you a chance to try another path… a path together, but you felt so angry at him that you didn’t want to try it either. Maybe it was better this way… more than ten years passed and you thought you’d had your time to heal but one day was all it took to destroy that idea of getting over Tommy Shelby.

Warning: Season 6 spoilers, swearing, fluff, anxiety.

A/N: comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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After a very lovely meal, Thomas led you to his car. You had asked, now for the third time, where he was taking you, but he didn’t answer. He just smirked and told you to be patient.

As he drove to the secret location, you admired the ride and the man next to you. You could barely believe you were here, sitting by his side as he drove. So many things had happened between you, and so much time had passed, but here you were… and to your surprise, it all felt so natural.

You looked over at him as he drove and he looked back at you for a small second before paying attention to the road again.

“What are you smiling at, ey?” he asked with a cocky smile, putting his hand over your leg

“Nothing, I’m just thinking” you answered

“Well, a penny for your thoughts?” he said and you both chuckled, that was a thing you both said to each other when younger

“Who thought we would be here now… I just. I never thought I would see your face ever again, to be honest” you said and laughed

“I always assumed we would,” he admitted

“You did now?” you asked surprised

“Yes, not assumed, but hoped. if not in this life, perhaps in the next one,” he said, making you surprised by his response.

“I don’t want you to die” you blurted out

“We are all going to die sometime, love” he chuckled

“Yeah, I guess” You breathed deeply and dove in deeply inside your thoughts

He didn’t have to go to America. You didn’t need time to think. Every single cell in your body wanted him like he was a sort of drug you were hooked on. But how could you want a man you didn’t know?

Yes, he was still Thomas Shelby. The ambitious man he has always been, but now… he was playing with politics? was that better than drug dealers and the fucking mob? no, they were all the same.

More than ten years separated you both. So many changes happened. Maybe for the best? Or worst. You would have to wait and see. Get to know your Tommy again.

Tommy stopped the car and you looked around.

“Where are we?” you asked as your gaze met the huge mansion in front of you.

“Home” he answered, leaving the car, you followed him. “I was going to help you out” he chuckled when he met you outside the car.

“You don't have to act all gentlemanly towards me, Tommy. Is this your house?” you asked dazzled

You assumed he was rich and you knew he had a good house, but fuck… This was something else. straight out of a fairy tale.

“Yup, but we are coming this way,” he said grabbing your hand and walking through a path of stones delicately fitted one with the other

“It’s a gorgeous house,” you said still admiring it

“I hate it. Sometimes I feel like bombing it into the ground” he mumbled taking a cigarette to his lip and you frowned

“Why?” you asked right before he let go of your hand for a while as he lit his cigarette.

“Too much has happened there,” he answered evasively. You decided not to push, assuming he meant the recent death of his little girl.

As you followed the stone path you could see a barn approaching, in front of it, a man holding the reins of two horses, both black from head to toe.

“We’re riding?” you asked excitedly

“We’re. Take the one on the left, he’s more gentle” he said as you reached the man you fastly recognized.

“Johnny Dogs?” you asked surprised and smiled going for a hug. He hugged you right back

“Hey, y/n. When Tommy told me he was meeting you, I had to come and see it myself. Proof that he wasn’t losing his mind” he chuckled

You smiled at him “The fact that I am here does not discard that, Johnny” you joked making him chuckle louder.

“Alright, ey. Enough. Let's go, love. Help her up, Johnny” Tommy said, taking the reins and mounting the horse.

“They are so beautiful Tommy,” you said as you introduced yourself to the horse you were going to ride. You’ve always loved them, to you they almost felt like mythical beings.

The horses were bigger than the ones you and Tommy used to ride back then when you were kids. They were more musculous, their fur shone with the sunlight. They looked like they cost a bunch of thousands.

Patting the horse on its butt, Johnny wished you a good ride.

“Feeling comfortable? Is he pushing the reins?” Tommy asked

“No, he is doing great,” you said, patting his neck, noticing how soft his fur was

“Good. We are leaving the property now” he said “wanna go any faster?” he asked with a childish grin on his face.

You shook the reins, telling the horse to go faster. “eat my dust!” you yelled at Tommy as your horse started to gallop.

Looking back you saw he had increased his pace and was coming to get you, but he only did it when your horse got tired and slowed down.

“Still knows how to ride, I see,” Tommy said, as you both rode side by side now. You couldn’t stop smiling, this day was going perfectly.

“I could never forget” you smiled “he did a pretty good job too” you caressed the horse again.

“Let's go this way,” Tommy said, “wanna go for a swim?”

“I wouldn't mind it” you admitted. The sun above your head was so strong, you could feel it almost burning your scalp and you were starting to sweat in every place possible.

“Ruby liked to come here,” Tommy said as you entered a little path through a denser forest, the trees making a sweet shadow to walk under.

“And how do you feel about coming here?” you asked “We don't have to if it makes you sad”

“It's ok” he looked at you and smiled “She will be there with us”

Oh… at the same time that's adorable… it's also terrifying. You're not a fan of ghosts… at all. Polly could see many of them. It scared the hell out of you.

As you arrived you saw the small pond with a very light stream. Not big enough for a swim, but big enough to get someone wet to the waist.

“This is nice,” you said as Tommy got down from his horse and walked over to help you down.

“Yeah, it's not big”

“It's enough,” you told him wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his lips “Thank you for this”

He brought his hand to your hair and gently stroked it. Tommy's eyes scanned your face with a small smile resting on his lips. He gently pressed his forehead on yours and let out a small sigh.

Yeah. You could feel it too. The bond between you both.

With his hand under your chin, he pulled your face up a little until your lips met his and the most tender kiss you’ve ever had started. It was such a slow and passionate kiss. His hands roamed over your body, putting pressure on the right places. Pulling you close, holding you tight. His lips slowly sliding yours. You could feel every soft inch of his warm lips. His tongue gently caressed yours. He felt so good.

After what felt like forever, but not enough time at all, the kiss stopped. He cupped your face with both his hands and gave you a few pecks on the lips, before giving a step back and caressing your blushed cheek with his thumb.

“Let's go in. I need cold water to cool off” he chuckled undoing his shirt buttons

You know what he meant by cool off.

This is his daughter's spot. So probably not a place he would like to fuck you. Looking around you saw a few forgotten toys scattered around. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was really okay with bringing you here. But at the same time, you were happy he did, maybe he is sharing a special place for him with you it’s a way for him to show affection?

Stripping off you followed Tommy, who was already in. Shit, he looks sexy with his hair wet. Will you be able to keep your hands off him? As if that mattered much, Tommy would dictate the pace today and by the way he’s looking at you, eating you up with his gaze, you doubted he would be able to keep his hands to himself.

To your surprise, the pond was a bit deeper than you thought. You were on your knees and the water was up to your neck.

As soon as you walked in, Tommy grabbed you and kissed your neck and breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered in your ears

“You’re not bad yourself, tommy. You aged like fine wine” you joked, making him smile.

He turned you over and hugged you from behind. He rested his back on a few rocks behind you both and you just stayed there for a while. On his arms. Enjoying nature's every sound.

“Tell me something I should know about you, that I probably don't,” you said, breaking the silence

“Hm, why?” he mumbled

“Because I said so. That's enough reason to” you chuckled “Come on”

“Fine. I got us a ticket to a play tonight” he said and you smiled

“Oh, a play? That's exciting. But do you think that counts?” you asked turning to him, to watch him

“I don’t know what you expect” he shrugged

”well, that’s not something about you… it’s about something you did. I will go first. I hate eating anything with a pumpkin on” he chuckled

“Pumpkin? Why?” he asked getting a wet stray of hair out of your face.

“As soon as I left Birmingham, I had no money. Just a small saving, enough to pay rent for two months. So I got a job at a restaurant and sang there once in a while. Guess the restaurant name” you told him but he shrugged “Pumpkindon” he chuckled “Only pumpkin on the menu. Since I had no money, I ate the leftovers every day. I swear to God my skin started to get orange due to so many pumpkins I ate” you chuckled and he with you “ I hate even the smell”.

“That's not pleasant,” he said and you denied it with your head

“Your turn”

“Alright” he sighed “I guess…” he took his time thinking “ I can't think of anything like that”

“That 's ok. Tell me the first thing that comes to your mind. Don't be afraid” you told him, sliding your wet hand through his pale and freckled chest.

“That's the thing. Fear is all i’ve got” he blurted out and as soon as he did, you noticed he wanted to take it back. Showing vulnerability was never his strong suit.

“Fear keeps us going” you shrugged “what do you fear?”

“I don't want to talk about that” he shook his head “this is supposed to be a good day. A happy day”

“It still is” you reassured him

“I’m dying y/n, it doesn't matter. Why burden you with this things if I’ll be gone soon?”

“What? Please don’t say that. Of course it matters, Tommy. The fact that you're dying doesn't change the fact that you are fucking alive now. Feeling things now. Besides if it did… nothing in life would ever make sense” you said, holding his face between your hands

“I could hear Polly saying that” he chuckled, his words making you smile

“You miss her?”

“Every day” he sighed “I think i’ll have to kill her son” he admitted. You could feel he was uncomfortable saying that, maybe he didn’t like that idea.

“What!?” you frowned

“He is working with the enemy. no, better… he is working for the enemy”

“Does he know?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course he does. He’s not a kid. He's a piece of shit”

“Sorry, just... Trying to understand things”

“Right” he sighed again “lets see how my trip to America goes” he shrugged while you processed what he just said “oh, I have one now” you looked at him and smiling with anticipation “I by new shoes at the end of every year and donate the ones I had”

“Expensive perk!” You chuckle “please continue”

“Yeah, it’s. The reason for that was because during my first day working in the parliament, I decided to wear some of my old shoes. Grace used to say they were my lucky shoes. I wore them to all my big meetings back then, while we were married. But, like every old shoe, the glue dried and the sole started to come off. They started to make a loud noise… similar to Woden flip flops” he shook his head showing embarrassment “I had so many meetings and I didn't have time to go home and change my fucking shoes. I was calling so much attention and I couldn’t have people making fun of me. So, I went outside and approached the first man I saw. Luckily he was the same size as me. But I paid him over 100 euros for a ugly shoe. Most expensive shoe I've ever got” you smiled

“Poor thing, you got traumatized. At least, was the shoe good?”

“I don't remember” he shrugged.

“Probably not. We remember the good things”

“Yeah, we do” he nodded and abruptly pushed you into a kiss, making water splatter all over your face “sorry” he chuckled before kissing you intensely

His tongue now invaded your mouth greedly both his hands squeezed your ass against him, almost having you straddle him.

You pulled him closer and before you could have any dirty ideas, he opened his mouth and started talking

“We need to talk about Mosley”

“Now?” you asked out of breath and he nodded “there's nothing to talk about”

“There's plenty to talk about, y/n” he scolded you

You stood up and left the water sitting on a rock right under the sunshine.

“You can't work for him anymore” Tommy insisted

“Tommy, that ship has sailed. I signed a contract” you told him a bit angrily

“Ok, so we have to find a way around it” he said as if it was the simplest thing on the world

“Thomas, there are things you don't want to talk about and I respect you. I don't want to talk about this” you warned him

“Why not?” he asked approaching you

“It's all too soon! Okay? I can't even get the man's face off my fucking head!” you yelled, feeling tears form in your eyes.

“Alright, alright” he said. sitting next to you he put one of his hands on your leg and continued “i’m sorry I pushed you”

Some tears escaped your eyes, but you tried your best to hold it in. This is not the time or place to break down.

“I’ll will figure something out” he said

“Please don't” you mumbled

“I have to, y/n. I can’t leave you with these people”

“I can take care of myself, tommy. I did it all these years, remember?” You said with a bit of irony

“Just because you did, doesn’t mean that you have to. Let me help you” he insisted

“I don’t need your help, Thomas. Enough of this” you tried to put an end to it and by his silence, he accepted it

“Fine, I won’t push it, eh” he raised his hands in sign of redemption “but please” he pulled your face, so that your eyes were on his “if he ever asks anything of that sort again. Let me know. Please, y/n”

“I’ll” you nodded.

“Good”, he whispered and gave you a peck.

“Want to get out of here?” You looked around

“Yeah. Let’s go home. I will race you there. I bet you’ll be last”

“Uuh, fun. What do you wanna bet?”

“If I win, you sleep here tonight” he said

“Oh, so you went easy… I must warn you, Thomas… you might wanna lose” you warned him with a mischievous smile

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coinandcandle · 11 months

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How do oracle?? I've tried but I can't get the hang of it. Tarot is much easier to me but I have an oracle deck and I don't understand how to use it. It's just slightly different enough that it boggles me

Hello! Tbh I would argue that it's quite different than tarot!

Across decks tarot is going to have basically the same meanings because it was made to be that way. It started out as a game, so there needed to be rules. Only later did it turn into a form of divination. Yes it changes based on the reader's personal style and beliefs but ultimately they all have a similar meaning regardless of what deck you're using.

Oracle, however, is not so uniform. Each deck (by which I mean decks by different creators) is going to be unique. The imagery, vibes, and definitions are going to be different.

For some people it helps to use the oracle cards in conjunction with tarot. This wasn't the case for me, I had to use them separately until I learned my oracle cards better.

So my biggest tip is: don't read oracle like you read tarot.

Often times oracle decks try to tell you what you need to know in the way a helpful wizard in a hero's story does: they don't tell you straight up, they use story telling elements like similies, metaphores, etc.

Some decks may give you a straight answer, of course, but plenty rely on fairy tale style lessons. Teaching you how to find the answer yourself rather than just giving it to you.

✨ Put down the guide book and pick up the vibes. Sometimes the guide books that come with oracle decks don't have enough information on them or they definitions don't necessarily click well with the vibe you pick up from the card.

-> Sit down with your deck and come up with the meanings you prescribe to them.

✨ Coast on pure intuition, babeyyy. Not really, you'll be using your intuition as well as the imagery, title, number, etc of the card. Some cards meanings will change based on the question asked or situation divined. It's your job to sift through the various meanings and find what fits to your reading. This doesn't mean "pick the answer you want", though.

->Use your intuition (aka that feeling you get deep in your bones or soul when you know something but you're not sure how you know it) and find the meaning.

✨ Try a different deck. Some oracle decks just don't click, especially if you're brand new at it. So use another deck if possible.

TL;DR

Treat reading oracle decks as if you're learning an entirely new divination system--cuz you are! Start from the beginning and leave any ideas of tarot at the door for now.

#oracle #tarot #cartomancy #witchy ask #the crypt #dum-by

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latvian-spider · 2 months

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Phantom Thief Sabrina Raincomprix

Originally Uploaded on DeviantArt as WinxPossible on May 17, 2020

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Original Description:

Another character designed to be a Phantom Thief. Not sure what exactly made me want to make this, but here we are: Sabrina Raincomprix from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir as a Phantom Thief of Hearts!

THE THIEF OUTFIT For part of Sabrina's Thief design I looked towards TwinklingCupcake's AU Sabrina's, specifically Psyche of the Compassion AU - you can see the influence in the shoulders and mask.

The boots and gloves...I tried to make it somewhat Sailor Senshi-ish (TC's got the headcanons that Sabrina's a magical girl fan).

The bottom part of the top/the skirt..Ruby Rose's battle skirt flashed briefly when I was scratching my head. I think it looks great with the rest.

The hood/cape part came more from I invision Sabrina might think of a rebellious outfit. Her dad is a cop, so, I don't know, I figured she'd see a hooded figure when envisioning a generic lawbreaker who is not completely evil. Like Robin Hood

THE WEAPONS Ranged: Colt Official Police - Makoto has a colt and her dad was a cop, so I figured same could apply to Sabrina

Melee: Spear - None of the canon Thieves have it and if Morgana can run around with a sword bigger than him somewhere on his person, then so can Sabrina, besides it's also got a good length, so it works

CODENAME I just want to cheat and use 'Psyche', but that's not very phantom thief-like, so I decided to go with 'Nymphe'.

It's just French for Nymph (Hey, who said Haru can be the only one with a French name?) and in the wikipedia page, it says that since medieval times people have been popularly associating or even confussing nymphs for fairies.

And since fairies tend to have butterfly wings and since the Hawk Moth (in the French dub Papillon) is butterfly themed, chances would be Thief!Sabrina could be seen as another Akuma (if you make it so that in this AU Persona Users of the P5 variety can also change to their Thief clothes and use their powers in the real world, though for not nearly as long as in the Metaverse (simply put: putting a cap on those godslaying abilities for the sake of the fair fight)).

There is also the Nymphaeaceae, commonly called Water Lillies. They are rather similar in appearance to the Lotus (though they are not the same breed of plant) and those symbolise purity, awakening, loyalty (different for each color of lotus), so it's a pretty nice codename in my opinion.

Huh, I wonder who'd win in a fight: a Persona User or a Miraculous Chosen? YOU DECIDE!

PERSONA AND SKILL Now, for an initial Persona, I have some troubles deciding on who. If you wanna go basic, Joan of Arc could do rather well - French, a well known heroine, could do rather well. If you wanna go more interesting, Jeanne de Valois-Saint-Rémy, an illegimitate descendand of the French Royal Family, a thief in her own right and helped destroy the French monarchy - now that sounds like a badass Persona! If you wanna go a bit more obscure, there is Baroness Troixmonde AKA Filibus, a mysterious burglar with an airship and with a secret identity.

As for her skills, I'm thinking Wind (Garu) or Psy, to fit her butterfly aesthetic.

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While the pose could be better, I still like this pic.

Though the background should have been darker, or a different shade entirely, hm...

#Miraculous Ladybug #Phantom Thief AU #Sabrina Raincomprix #Spiders Scribbles #Spiders Art

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KLAUS MIKAELSON SENTENCES QUOTES. quotes are taken from both the vampire diaries and the originals. warning, some of this quotes might include threats, mentions of blood, gore and some other vampire terror. change pronouns as you see fit.

He made me feel powerless and I hated it.

Power, loyalty, family. I made him in my image and he has bettered me. I want what he has. I want to be king.

Those who live hate me more than ever.

You're all out of your minds... if you think some liquor-fueled one-night-stand - no offense, sweetheart - means a thing to me.

I will walk away and I will never come back. I promise.

You'll never again have to look me in the eye and cover our connection with hostility and revulsion.

People have been after me for 1000 years. And I am always one step ahead. So whatever it is you're thinking of trying, go for it, give it your best shot. You won't succeed.

Don't underestimate the allure of the darkness, (name). Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.

I don't have to prove anything, love. I am the alpha male.

Come on. One dance. I won't bite.

Don't tempt me, little wolf.

Maybe you should mind your business, wolf girl.

The only thing stronger than your craving for blood is your love for this one girl.

You are supposed to be dead. What are we gonna do about that?

I invited him to the party, love. He's the one dancing on the table.

And what kind of father allows another man to die for his child?

My hatred for you runs so deep it's difficult to pinpoint its origin

I believe that secrets are a poison that need to be spat out.

A better man would protect you with that lie. But I am not that man. And so I leave you with the burden of a truth that no one will believe.

End of the day human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.

Perhaps one day, in a year or even in a century. You’ll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer.

From all the poems written on the subject of unrequited love, there are so few on the pain of being the object of that affection.

We are the savage villains in fairy tales told to children. But not for (name)

He has done damage only a father can do.

There's no power in love! Mercy makes you weak! Family makes you weak!

This family comes with many hardships, but there is one benefit. You will always have a home here.

This family makes me want to murder people.

The line between what brings us pain and what sustains us is far thinner than one imagines.

Is it evil to take what one wants, to satisfy hunger even if doing so will cause another suffering? What some would call evil, I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world.

You can't win a war without a few strategic losses, no matter how regrettable they may be.

We all must stand alone against our demons.

They say that the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss the deeper the cut.

Over the course of my life I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest.

You know, it's funny how often a person's sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat.

. Death dances silently in everyone’s shadow, and she doesn’t give a damn. So why give a damn about her?

Art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will.

If I tell you who I really am and you refuse to beleive me, then I can hardly be blamed.

If you knew even a fraction of who I am, it would break you in two.

Because what’s important to you is important to me. What makes you happy makes me want to keep you so. What scares you, I want to tear apart.

I do not wish to watch you from behind glass, (name).

You rant and rave about the monster I have become.

There is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter. Those that persevere, despite all they've been through, those who still believe there is good in the world, as dark things we often find we need that light the most.

ou presume to know me? Then know this... I will gladly end you for what you did to (name).

Mere hours after you lecture me about boundaries and here you are at my house in the middle of the night.

Mere hours since she died I've thought of a thousand things I forgot to say.

I can tell you I love you tomorrow. You're not dying today.

Violence is unavoidable then. Well, I tried.

In my experience an offer from a malevolent witch always comes with a catch. What's yours?

It would be better for you if you did fear me.

You know, you all seem to think this is a democracy, and I assure you it is not!

I quite enjoy my obsessions, thank you very much.

Everybody knows you're in love with her.

You do realize it is not I who is to be the husband you can boss around.

You declared war when you came after my family and for that, I will make you suffer as only I can.

I'm sorry, is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it.

The whole time she lied to me. She made me weak.

Well it was a challenge to find a good pairing. What wine goes well with treachery?

A man damaged by his demons and those demons are not dormant, they are hell-bent on killing me and everything I find beautiful. And you, you are beautiful.

#rp meme #sentences memes #meme call #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #he has so many quotes i love ok

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jae-bummer · 8 months

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My Idol 3: Part Seventeen

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

"Give it to me straight," Hoshi said, sipping loudly from his juice box. "I can take it."

You winced, tilting your head as you tried to gently break the news.

"We're out," Hyungwon grumbled from behind you. "Me, you, and Hongseok."

Furrowing his brows, Hoshi's face filled up with a frown as he lowered the juice box. "I got eliminated and I wasn't even there for the dramatic close up of my heart breaking?"

"If it's any consolation," Hyungwon muttered. "I'm pretty sure they panned in on the box."

"Perfect," Hoshi said, shaking his head. "Not to make this about me, but I have to say, I'm disappointed."

"Me too," you agreed, suddenly becoming much too interested in your shoes. Surely your shoes wouldn't make you cry. "I was really looking forward to getting to know you guys better."

"You win some, you lose some," Hoshi sighed. "I just wish this hadn't been the some I lost."

"Y/N," Insu said, clearing his throat as he appeared. "We need to get moving."

Giving a curt nod, you turned back to the two men who were now being ousted from your immediate future. You had attempted to find Hongseok at the end of filming as well, but weren't necessarily surprised to hear that he had already left the set.

Deep down, you knew it wasn't personal. He was relying on self preservation just as much as you were. It was already an upsetting situation, but it stung even more to know he had gone without a proper goodbye.

"Don't have too much fun without me," Hoshi pouted, spreading his arms wide to capture you in a hug. Letting yourself fall into his chest, the weight of the competition washed over you. You knew losing contestants would hurt, but not like this. At the base level, these guys had become your friends, your solace, and confidants. The emotions ripping through your chest were entirely selfish, but you didn't care.

"Hey," Hoshi cooed, rubbing your back as he heard you stifle a whimper. You knew the tears cascading down your face were now hitting his shirt, likely leaving splotches of makeup in their wake. "You're going to get your fairy tale ending, I promise."

"What about your fairy tale ending?"

"I've gotten so many," he said, leaning away from you to capture your eyes with his. A slow grin began to fill his lips. "I need to stop being so thoughtless and let others have a few."

"I mean, I would've like to have one," you heard Hyungwon admit from behind you. Spinning around, you almost shattered all over again as his expression softened. Pulling you into his side, he patted your shoulder. "I guess we'll see you on the other side."

"I guess so," you croaked. "I hope we don't become strangers."

"Never," he smiled sadly. "Plus, I think I owe you another motorcycle ride."

"You can take me," Hoshi blurted, fitting himself into Hyungwon's other side. "I promise I won't scream."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Hyungwon laughed, shaking his head as he untangled from the both of you. "Plus Y/N looks much prettier on the back of my bike."

"Hey, don't make any assumptions," Hoshi argued. "Until you see me there, you don't know for sure!"

"I'll miss you guys," you chuckled, finally making the slow march toward where Insu was waiting. "See you later?"

"Bet on it," Hoshi beamed, hooking his arm around Hyungwon's shoulders.

"We'll be around," Hyungwon said noncommittally before breaking into a smile of his own.

Giving one last small wave, you allowed Insu to guide you off set.

"What a disaster," you muttered, shaking your head. Finally feeling secure enough to decompress, you looked toward Insu. Since the competition had began, he had been something of a safe space for you. He was one of the few people in this situation that you could read, but tonight he seemed closed off. You knew the security breach had to have left him shaken, but you weren't expecting him to put a wall up between the two of you. "You know it wasn't your fault, right?"

Leading you to your My Idol chauffeured vehicle, he let out a soft grunt of acknowledgement.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you pulled yourself into the car and instinctively slid over to make room for him. You watched in confusion as he pointed to another member of security you weren't quite familiar with and motioned them over. The words they shared were too quiet for you to hear, but you got the gist of the situation as the new guard plopped into the seat beside you.

"Insu?" you questioned, just as he was about to close the door.

Lifting his brows, he waited silently.

"Where are you going?" you asked, trying not to sound too desperate. You hadn't lied earlier when you said the night was a disaster. Even if the crowd hadn't surged on stage, you would've been shaken by the night's initial purpose alone. With the added chaos, you felt like your nerve endings were fried. You just wanted someone who was familiar to take care of you.

You wanted Insu.

Trying to quiet the implications of that thought, you focused on his frozen form instead. You watched as his jaw muscles clenched, a sign that his mind was working overtime to come up with a safe answer.

"I have to finish up a few things here," he said gruffly. "I'll meet you back at home."

Without saying another word, he shut the car door, plunging you into darkness with a stranger. Granted, it was likely a stranger that he trusted implicitly, especially if it came to your safety. Still, the action felt cold and instantly had tears prickling your eyes again.

Why was every emotion attached to your tear ducts?

"He's got some major cleanup to do after the incident," the unknown guard supplemented after a moment of silence. He continued to speak, but you had unintentionally tuned him out. Your thoughts were loud enough to crash against the confines of your head without his half-hearted excuses. You knew tonight had been bad and Insu was likely getting more than an earful on the situation. It made sense when a sick feeling overtook your stomach as the car finally began to pull away from the sound stage. What was going to happen to him?

And what would happen to you if he wasn't there anymore?

You didn't mean to stay up, but sleep had been evading you before you had even placed your head on the pillow. It wasn't that you were waiting to hear Insu's tired voice in the hallway all night, you just didn't have anything better to listen for. Just as you were on the precipice of cutting your losses and taking allergy medication to fall asleep, you caught a hushed exchange just outside of your hotel door.

Creeping off of your mattress, you crossed the room, and looked out of the small peep hole. The security officer who had escorted you home had disappeared, replaced by a face you had been waiting with baited breaths to see.

"Insu," you gasped, immediately yanking open the door.

Springing out of his chair in alarm, he faced you with a tense stance. It took him several moments to finally calm down enough and recognize there was no danger in the situation, just you in your pajamas.

"Y/N," he breathed, shaking his head. "I mean this in the kindest way, but what the fuck?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. Perhaps you could have gone about that more calmly. "I was worried about you."

"Isn't it my job to be worried about you?" he chuckled, rubbing a hand down his face. While he was now at least attempting to act normal, you knew he was covering something else up.

"Do you want to come in?" you asked slowly. Pushing the door open so it was wider, you stepped to the side to make room for him to pass.

"You have an early day tomorrow," he sighed, shaking his head. "We can talk then."

"I want to talk now," you pressed.

"Y/N," he said sternly, leveling you with a look a scolding parent would be proud of.

"Insinuating I should go to sleep doesn't mean I actually will," you protested. "I can get back in bed and stare at the ceiling until the sun comes up or you can come in and tell me what's going on."

Chewing on his lip, it took him only a few seconds to think through your argument. His originally serious expression melted into something more sad as he strolled past you and into your hotel room.

"Now that we have that settled," you murmured, closing the door and leaning against it. "I'm happy to see you haven't lost your job."

"Is that what you were in here thinking about?" he teased, pressing his palm to his chest. "I'm touched."

"Insu," you hummed, shaking your head. Sliding slowly down the door, you plopped to the floor, and pulled your legs against your chest. "To be honest, I don't know if I could do this without you."

He smiled sadly at you before sitting gingerly at the end of your bed. "I appreciate the sentiment, but-"

"It's the reality," you cut in. "I hope you know that. No one can possibly protect me like you do. You genuinely care and-"

"Y/N," he said, now his turn to interrupt. "I'm not sure...how well I can protect you anymore."

The words you had been about to say dried up in your mouth. "I'm sorry, what?"

"There's a lot going on that you don't understand," he continued quietly. "Hell, I'm not even sure if I completely understand it."

"Then tell me," you said instantly. "Make me understand."

You could feel the panic begin to nip at the edges of your thoughts. You had lost Hyungwon, Hoshi, and Hongseok all in one night. You were not about to have Insu disappear too.

"I don't know if I should even try," he cringed. "I'm going to sound crazy if I say it out loud."

"Please," you insisted.

"The only other person I've talked to about this is Hyuk," he cautioned. "In no universe should I be sharing these concerns with you."

"If it's about my safety, I think I have the right to know."

After a beat of silence, Insu's voice was hardly louder than a breath. "Tonight shouldn't have happened."

"Tonight? You mean the angry mob?"

"That's exactly what I mean," he scowled. "Ever since the fan rushed you and one of the contestants on your park date, I've been pouring over security plans. Every possible danger has been taken into consideration. Nothing and no one should have gotten through."

"Okay..." you trailed, still a bit lost.

"We've caught several other fan disruptions on your other dates, barring the egg incident, I'm still not sure how that happened either," he shuddered. "But tonight, it should have gone off without a single incident. We did background checks, searches, everything you can think of."

"Then why did it?" you asked, tilting your head. "It seemed pretty well planned on the crowd's part."

"Exactly," he muttered. "Hyuk and I have interrogated guards, fans, and everyone in between. It doesn't make sense...it's almost...it's almost like we're being sabotaged."

"Sabotaged?"

"From the inside," he nodded. "Nothing should have happened unless the My Idol crew wanted it to."

"No way," you laughed bitterly. Thinking back to the aftermath of the situation, you shook your head. "The idols were physically injured."

"Makes great television, doesn't it?" he said quietly.

"The filming," you faltered. "As soon as the crowd surged, the cameras shut down. There wasn't any good television to be seen if they weren't actually recording."

"They didn't shut down, Y/N," Insu whispered. "They were filming the entire thing."

"But the host," you pointed out. "When we came back on air, she explained-"

"I'm not going to argue what she said," he sighed. "I'm just saying that we saw it. The film. We see the social media response. Viewers saw everything."

You sat dumbfounded. There was no way.

"My break in?" you croaked, trying to keep your calm.

"We think that was a legitimate incident," Insu nodded. "Unfortunately, that may have been the spark that started the idea for all of the other attacks."

"That's sick," you gasped.

"I don't disagree," he acknowledged. "But it's the only thing I keep going back to. These incidents are too targeted, too well planned. We should have seen SOMETHING, Y/N. From our point of view, tonight should have gone off without a hitch."

"So I shouldn't trust the people who are in control of my day to day activities?" you groaned. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried to swallow down anxiety threatening to overflow.

"I don't know," he admitted. "That's why I didn't want to tell you any of this. I just don't know."

Your conversation lapsed into silence as you both seemed to be lost in your own thoughts. He was right, verbalizing his theories sounded absolutely crazy. There was no way that a production crew would put their cast in the path of danger, right?

If the danger had rails around it...if there were actual writers coming up with these situations and putting them into play during your dates...

"I'll ask them," you said dumbly. "I'll ask them how all of this keeps happening and-"

"They'll blame me," Insu chuckled. "Just like everyone did tonight."

"If you're to blame, why aren't you fired?" you questioned.

"That's the funny thing," he sighed. "In any other circumstance, my contract would be terminated. This was too big of a mess up. I should have been cut."

"But if they knew they were the ones orchestrating everything," you finished his thought. "They wouldn't have reason to fire you..."

"They know it's a setup," he agreed. "My team was meant to fail."

"This is unhinged."

"Welcome to reality television."

"What do we do?" you said helplessly. Things had escalated to a level you weren't prepared for.

"Stay as aware in your dates as you can," Insu instructed. "I don't want you to think you're alone in this. My team is obviously covering as much as they can, but any illusion of being prepared has been shattered."

Great, another thing to send you into a thought spiral on these dates.

Pulling himself up from the bed, Insu took the few short steps toward you before squatting down. Now at eye level, he reached out to smooth the small wrinkle between your brows. "I don't know how to tell you to still have fun, but stay vigilant. It sounds like an oxymoron."

"Be carefree and enjoy your date," you chuckled. "But secretly keep an eye out to make sure you don't get knifed."

"I surely hope it does not come to that," he laughed.

Settling into silence again, you both really thought about it. How much worse could it get?

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Insu whispered. His attention was heavy as he stared at you. "I may not be able to see what's coming, but no harm will come to you under my watch. Okay?"

"Okay," you croaked.

"And for as much as some of these guys grate my nerves," he smirked. "I don't think they'd let anything happen to you either."

"Just say Jackson," you muttered with an eye roll.

This caused Insu to break into a wide smile. "Surely I don't know who you mean."

"Riiiight," you grumbled. "Have fun on your dates, but not too much fun. Especially not with that Jackson boy. Thanks, dad."

Insu lifted a brow. 'I could get used to some variation of that."

"Insu!" you gasped.

Rising to his feat, a shit-eating grin painted his lips. He reached down, pulling you to your feet as well. "You should rest."

You spluttered, still not completely recovered from his previous comment.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he hummed, sneaking around you to slide out of the door.

Shaking your head, you watched him leave. The conversation you had had before was really enough for one night, and that quip had put the cherry on top.

You fell backward onto your bed, looking up at the popcorned ceiling as if they were stars in the night sky. "What am I even doing?"

The next morning did not meet you easily. Your eyes felt as if they had been solely constructed out of sandpaper as you blinked them open. It only took a few minutes of being conscious before the previous night's events began to surface.

My Idol, the show you had already become relatively wary of, was setting you up for the purpose of more entertaining television. You can't say you were surprised. You had watched the first two seasons of the show. The production team was notorious for throwing in twists that were outright painful for the contestants. The mental and emotional whiplash you were somewhat prepared for, but the physical danger? That was not something you had expected.

You felt like you were a zombie as you shuffled from one station to the next, brushing your teeth, getting dressed, having your hair and makeup done. It wasn't until you were sat in the SUV with a coffee in hand that you finally felt something resembling to a human again.

"Insu let me know you two had a long conversation last night," Hyuk said quietly, maintaining his attention on his phone. "I want you to know, that's just a theory. We don't know for sure-"

You narrowed your eyes at the older man, causing him to turn your way. He let out a surprised laugh. "Not buying it, huh?"

"Are you?"

"Touche."

It wasn't long before the My Idol SUV whipped into a shopping center you felt vaguely familiar with.

"Haven't we been here before?" you muttered, focusing on the building just out of your window.

Hyuk looked at you with a lifted brow. Even if you had been here before, you were sure that he wouldn't confirm or deny. Each date was meant to be a surprise, even if the dates themselves were on your doorstep before the date had even started.

Sliding out of your seat and into the shopping center's parking lot, you were surprised to see the camera crew directed at someone you didn't recognize. A figure stood with their back to you, tall, thin, long hair bound in a topknot. What was going on?

Walking up slowly to the scene, you cleared your throat as you came to a halt.

Spinning on his heel, a man you hadn't been expecting faced you.

"Hi, Y/N!" he chirped, waving shyly in your direction. "I'm Stray Kids Hyunjin. It's so nice to finally meet you."

#my idol 3 #bang chan #stray kids #skz #jungkook #bts #ateez #san #jackson #got7 #hyungwon #hoshi #hongseok #monsta x #seventeen #svt #pentagon

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missvelvetsstuff · 11 months

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Where You Goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

BikerAU

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 15

Warnings: swearing, angst

The rest of the week flew by as Star spent hours preparing for the upcoming trial and working with business associates to manage her businesses. The Saturday night before the trial started Bucky planned a quiet and relaxing evening in for just the two of them.

Since they were still sticking close to Stark tower, for safety reasons until the trial was over, he asked Pepper for help and planned a picnic in Y/N's room. Pepper called Y/N to shop at her place and they spent hours looking at clothes, debating styles, fabrics and colors.

It was after 6pm when Y/N realized how much time had passed "Damn Pep, why didn't you tell me it was getting so late? I was supposed to meet Bucky 20 minutes ago." She grabbed her phone, surprised that there were no messages.

Pepper looked at her knowingly "How are things going with you two? Anything steamy to gossip about?"

Y/N felt her face heat up and shook her head "No, nothing like that. He's just been very supportive and protective. A good friend."

Pepper looked at her sympathetically "I understand why you are being careful but that man is crazy about you. It's written all over his face. Yours too. Taking it slow is smart but don't let John or your fathers words throw you off track. They were hate filled bastards so don't let them ruin what you have."

Y/N wiped a tear off of her face, still overwhelmed at any kindness offered to her "Thank you, Pepper. You don't know how much your and Tony's friendship and support has meant to me. I really had given up on the idea of people helping others for the sake of helping, without any conditions or expectations." She hugged Pepper quickly "We'll finish this shopping later." And bolted out of the apartment and to her own.

The door was unlocked so she knew Bucky was already there but she wasn't expecting her rooms to be turned into a fairy tale. There were twinkle lights everywhere and a few candles, which made the room glow softly and left a hint of vanilla behind. Mellow jazz was playing softly.

Bucky looked up at her and smiled nervously, hoping that she liked it, that he wasn't moving too fast. The smile on her face encouraged him.

"Welcome home, Star. I have supper ready if you're hungry. Have a seat on the pillows in there and I'll bring everything out."

When they were settled in Bucky's nest, eating dinner he told her about his day at the motorcycle shop, the custom bike he was working on for a client. The customer who had a fit about paying the already agreed upon charges and how a 10% discount shut him up.

Star told him about the progress she was making sorting through her father's business mess, deciding the fate of each individual business and property. And about shopping with Pepper.

Bucky smiled at how she was slowly coming back to the woman he had fallen in love with. Like every layer of her father and John that she pulled back and let go of revealed more of the woman she was meant to be.

They picked out a silly movie to watch and cuddled up closely, Star on his lap, his arms holding her steady. At one point she laughed so hard she pulled away from Bucky and he took the opportunity to look at her in the soft lighting. He was still amazed, every day, that she was here with him, that they might have another chance to be together.

When her laughing calmed down, Star noticed him looking at her.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" She looked down as she felt her face heat up but Bucky gently grabbed her chin and pulled her up to look at him.

He shook his head "No, your face is beautiful. I'm just, I don't know, I'm still in awe and a bit of disbelief that you're here. With me. My Star is here and I'm expecting to wake up from this dream, like I have so many times in the last 3 years." He lowered his voice to a whisper and looked at her with tears in his eyes "Please don't be a dream."

She leaned into him and her lips brushed his so softly he almost couldn't feel it. He kissed her back, thrilling at the feel of her. She deepened the kiss, his mouth sweet and not aggressive like she was used to, when she was kissed at all. His tongue softly traced along the seam of her lips, he wanted her more than he could describe but didn't want to push her. She accepted his tongue and they danced until they both needed air.

Bucky slowly and softly traced his hands down her back, pulling her closer. Star moaned into his mouth, desperate for real affection instead of the way she had been used over the years.

When she felt his hardness pushed up against her, something in Star snapped and she was back in John's bed, she tried to breathe, remind herself that this wasn't him, that sex could feel good for her. She really tried but couldn't stop the images, the feelings and she froze.

Bucky felt her freeze and quickly pulled back to see her eyes were glazed over but before he could say anything she did.

"No, stop. I, nonono, John please. I can't, please" she pushed him away.

Bucky tried to soothe her but she was deep in a memory, thrashing in his arms with tears streaming down her face. "Please John, it hurts. Brock hurt me. Stop. Please."

Bucky relaxed His hold, hoping to keep her from hurting herself and rocking gently, whispering words of love and encouragement. His heart ached for her but he also felt rage over what they had done to his sweet Star. He would kill both of them with his bare hands if he could.

They sat like this for a few minutes until she calmed down, his voice bringing her back to reality.

When she realized what happened she pulled away from him, afraid to look him in the eyes and trying not to cry "I'm so sorry Jamie, it just felt like it took over my brain and felt so real." She glanced up at his face and caught his eyes. They were warm blue, like a tropical sea, and full of concern.

He hesitantly reached out to caress her cheek. She tensed a little but his touch was so warm and safe, he smelled so good. It felt like home and she relaxed, leaning into his hand.

Bucky shook his head "No, Star, don't be sorry. What they did to you was not your fault and forced you to live for survival. Now you will be able to really live but it's gonna take time to relearn." He kissed her forehead "I'll be here for you every step, however you need me."

Star looked at him sadly "I don't know if I can be that woman anymore, Jamie. Even if I find a way to heal, I have lived with the darker side of people for years. I'll never be able to unsee or forget everything."

Bucky smiled sadly "I know, doll. That kind of shit sticks with you. I had some troubles after we came home from Afghanistan. It still fucks me up sometimes but I learned how to live with it. And with myself."

He carefully pulled her back into his arms "You will too, your therapist will help and I'll be here."

Star shook her head and took a deep breath, afraid to say what she felt she had to say to him, in case he...

"Jamie." She said it so firmly that he pulled back to look in her eyes. Her insides fluttered.

"I, uh I don't want you to stay and help me if it's just out of guilt or some sense of obligation. I've already forgiven you and I um..." Her brain froze and her mouth stumbled over the whispered words. "I still love you and want to be with you." She took a breath to steady herself and cleared her throat "But I'm broken, don't know if I'll ever be ok again.

She looked down, unable to face his rejection.

Bucky felt his heart swelling, love for her filling every part of him. "Y/N, my sweet, perfect, shining Star. You are all I want. All I've wanted since the day we met and I will wait as long as you need me to. I'm not going anywhere if I have any say over the matter."

She looked up at him with wide eyes "But why? How can you...still want me? I'm broken. Used. How could you want someone like me?"

"Oh doll, everyone is broken in one way or another. I told you some of the stories from my time in the military or growing up with my POS father. Did you know you were part of my healing? All the shit with my dad, what he did to my mom the rare times he showed up. I didn't know relationships could be like ours. What we had and will find again. Just don't give up on me, on us. Please. Our love is too precious to let go of."

Star saw the love in his eyes and pushed past her fear to let herself trust in it, in him, in them.

"It's getting late sweetheart, lets get some rest." He picked her up and carried her to her bed before stripping to his briefs and pulling her into his arms.

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The next morning, Friday woke them up to have brunch with Tony, Pepper and baby Morgan. They had a fun brunch with a couple of drag queens that Pepper knew, listening to show tunes and playing trivia. When they were finished eating, Tony took Bucky to his lab to show him some ideas he had for motorcycle upgrades and Pepper took Y/N to her wardrobe where they indulged in massages, facials and mani/pedi plus champagne and edibles. Pepper hoped to keep Star distracted about the trial starting the next day.

Star was nervous, John and Olivia had been bad mouthing her to anyone who would listen, claiming that Y/N had been the mastermind behind everything that had happened from forcing John to end his relationship with Olivia so she could marry him, to having Sharon end her father.

She knew the evidence supported her version but she had been unceremoniously dumped by a couple of charities that she was involved with and some who backed her therapeutic stable pulled their funding. She could afford to pay for the stables operations but then learned some of the parents pulled riders from her lessons and it broke her heart. All she could do was tell her truth and hope people would come back when they learned what actually happened.

Pepper tried to console her "You know how people can be, over cautious, but the truth will come out and they will come back."

Star nodded in understanding "I know, it's just such bullshit. I haven't even been involved in that program since I married John."

Star had a light dinner with Pepper before having a glass of wine and an edibla with Bucky. They curled up together for a restless nights sleep, visions of worst case scenarios waking her up repeatedly until she gave up and climbed up to the garden on the roof to watch the sun rise.

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Chapter 16

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