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bakusquad-assemble · 3 years

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The Conference room

Genre: enemies to “lovers”, but they’re both emotionally stunted and don’t know how to express themselves.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x bratty fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, degradation, hate sex, Bakugou catching feelings

Word count: 4.7k

Description: Reader is a pro-hero tasked with working with her worst nightmare; Bakugou Katsuki. The two of them have never seen eye to eye, making it impossible to get anything accomplished. But when Bakugou jumps at her from across the table, things take an unexpected turn.

A/N: had an idea and ran with it! I’m a total sucker for enemies to lovers so I had to indulge! While this can be read as a one shot, I also wouldn’t be opposed to making it a series? Lemme know what you guys think! This is my first time writing anything like this, so please be kind.

“God, you’re insufferable, you know that?” You rolled your eyes, falling back into your chair with an exasperated huff. There were a few things that you didn’t enjoy about being a Pro hero, like the long hours and the lack of privacy, but this absolutely took the cake.

Bakugou Katsuki, or Dynamight as he was known to the public, sat in front of you clad in simple business attire with the nastiest scowl plastered on his dumb face. The two of your agencies had found themselves working together due to an influx in connected crime, and it had been the absolute worst thing you had ever experienced. The two of you had never seen eye to eye in the best of times, constantly teasing and bickering whenever you were in each other's presence, but having to work side by side with the explosive hero was like pulling teeth without any numbing agent. The two of you just didn’t mesh well together, constantly fighting for dominance of the situation, and it made for a very tense working environment for everyone involved. You were currently in the middle of coming up with an infiltration plan for a big villain hide-out, and Bakugou kept fighting you at every turn. He shot down every single one of your ideas, but had not yet made one himself. He was infuriating, and you wanted nothing more than to just walk out of the conference room and never speak to him again. You knew that was impossible though. People's lives were at stake and you weren’t selfish enough to let your discomfort affect your hero work.

Bakugou clicked his tongue at you, only adding to your frustration.

“You’re one to fucking talk!” He snarled in your direction, his hands balled into fists on top of the white marble table placed between you two.

“You haven’t come up with one usuable fucking plan all day!” His words were like venom, corroding your patience with every syllable. He had to be joking.

“Do you really have your head shoved so far up your own ass?” You started, the prominent look of detest written on your features.

“If my ideas are such shit, i'd like to see you come up with a better one! Or is that outside your levels of expertise? Does that brain of yours even have a rational mode or is it all just explosions and violence.” You could see his eyebrow twitching in anger at your words, and for some reason that excited you beyond belief. You loved getting under his skin, giving him a taste of his own medicine. It was cathartic in a way, watching him squirm.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He spat viciously from across the table, his fists banging on the surface like an overgrown toddler throwing a tantrum. This time it was you clicking your tongue.

“I rest my case. I should have known working with you was going to be nothing but hell. Some pro hero you are, can’t even make a simple infiltration plan without throwing a fit.” Bakugou growled loudly, and you couldn’t help but akin his behavior to that of a feral animal.

“Will you shut the fuck up!” He seethed, but you were unfazed. You simply leaned back in your seat with an excited grin, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so. You weren't sure why arguing with the explosive man gave you such a rush of adrenaline, but you needed more. It was as if his words of resentment were a highly addictive drug, and you were itching for your next fix.

“Aww what's wrong, can’t handle a little bit of criticism?” Your confidence rang through the air like gun fire, piercing and tearing at Bakugou's skin. He was heated, you could tell by the way his pale skin flushed and how the faint smell of caramel assaulted your senses as he let off a few pops of his quirk in his fists. If you hadn’t known the man in front of you, perhaps you would have been intimidated by his crude actions, but you knew Bakugou would never lay a hand on you. No matter how heated your arguments got.

This certainly wasn’t the first time you had argued like this, it happened to be a recurring theme for the both of you whenever you were in the same room, but today something felt different. The tension laid heavy between you two, tangible, but it was laced with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint; A warmth pooling in your stomach.

“I said shut the hell up!” He screamed, standing up from his chair in a huff. You had pushed him too far, letting your teasing nature get the better of you as it had been known to do. Yet, instead of dropping it, moving on with your work, you persisted. You poked the bear once more, but this time in a way that surprised even you. You locked eyes with his piercing crimson ones, rising from your chair with formidable authority. Your chin tilting up ever so slightly as you spoke, letting the warmth in your stomach take over.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me, Dynamight”

Bakugou froze, and you couldn’t help but smirk victoriously. You knew the teasing tone would be enough to fluster him, to shut him down and win the argument so you could get back to working in silence. What you weren’t expecting was the way his breath caught in his throat, or the fervent blush that crept up his neck and consumed his features. And you certainly were not expecting the way your face reciprocated immediately upon sight. The palpable tension consuming the two of you, and the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. It was not the feeling of complete and utter disdain that always lingered there, but instead something far worse. The warmth that had been bubbling in your lower abdomen was now yelling at you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that feeling had always been there, simply lurking under the guise of hatred. Your eyes took in his features with a new glazed expression, subconsciously nibbling at your lower lip as you did so. The way you could see his heart hammer in his chest made you question if he was feeling the same sensation you currently were.

Your mind didn’t have much time to process that thought however, because within an instant Bakugou was throwing himself at you from across the table. His mouth on yours in seconds and his hands gripped at the back of your head to hold you tightly into the kiss, as if trying to relish in a fleeting moment. It was like a shock wave of intensity took over you, throwing all caution to the wind, and you found yourself kissing back with unexpected heat before you even had time to think. He slammed your smaller frame against the cold concrete of the office wall and you couldn't control the small yelp that slipped into his mouth. He had no idea why he was doing this. Why did your words have such an impact on him? Whatever had possessed him in the moment seemed to have taken hold of you as well. He wasn’t expecting you to kiss back with such fervor, in fact, he was fully convinced he was going to earn himself a solid punch to the mouth. But that wasn’t the case, and it made him question if those flirtatious and subtle sexual nuances had always littered your vocabulary, or if it had been a heat of the moment thing for you as well. One thing he knew for certain was that he had always found you enticing. The way you quipped back at him with ease, moving through his words as if you were bullet proof. His insults never penetrating your perfect complexion. And the way you would smirk at him, it was intoxicating. The way you knew just how to get under his skin. He hated it, and even though he’d hate to admit it, he loved it so much more.

His rough and calloused hands kept a firm grip on you, finally getting a chance to enjoy that perfect frame up close and personal. Your hands tangled up in his ash blonde locks, pulling at them roughly and putting space between your mouths so that your lips were just barely hovering above his lower one. Even still he could feel the delicious grin that overtook your features at the involuntary whimper that escaped his lips from the lack of contact. It wasn’t long before he was pulling against you to initiate the kiss again, and you did nothing to stop him, allowing him to dive back in and devour those sweet and supple bruised lips of yours once more. God, how he had always wanted this. He let his pelvis grind into yours, his hand finding its home on your hip to pull you in closer, forcing a moan to creep its way out of your throat. He wasn’t sure what had come over him; repression, pent up sexual tension, pure feral instinct, but he just couldn’t control himself. Especially not when such a lewd and sweet sounding moan cascaded from your lips like that. He had to have you now.

The faint noise of the lock clicking behind him rang in his ears like one of his explosions, and he found his head whipping in this direction of the noise as if expecting to see someone witnessing something they weren’t supposed to. Instead he saw the faint golden glow of your quirk, and upon rounding his eyes back to you, saw everything that he needed to know written on your features. You had locked it over his shoulders using your psychokinetic quirk. He chuckled darkly above your lips, before swooping back in hungrily, taking your actions as a nonverbal cue to continue. You couldn’t get enough of his taste. The sickly-sweet sensation taking over your senses, and by the way he kissed you, you could only guess you were just as intoxicating to him. Your hips moved on their own accord, desperate to feel his hard cock rubbing against you through the slack of his pants, but you could feel the resistance from the blondes firm grip on your hips. You needed more of him, wanted to get rid of this disgusting heat inside of you. You knew he noticed how much you ached for him too, you could sense it in the way his ego grew in his chest with every movement. He was always so perceptive, and you hated that about him. How dare he be able to control you like this. Have this domineering hold around you that you most certainly did not allow in your daily life. You never took his shit. Never put up with his bitching. Yet here you were, horny and writhing in his grasp, desperate for his twitching cock to fill you up.

“What’s the matter, princess?” His husky voice cut through the room. The teasing nickname you detested grating at your senses and finding a new feeling bubbling up deep inside your abdomen. God, you fucking hated him.

“Don’t have anything else to fucking say?” He ground his hips against yours again, eliciting the same noise of wanting to come crashing around the two of you. You tried your best to suppress it this time, not wanting to give him the sheer satisfaction of knowing just how much he had you under his spell right now, but the noise forced its way out as a high pitched whimper. You felt the way his cock twitched against your heat, only adding to your sheer desire. Your head fell back against the wall as you bit harshly at your lip. How could you be so weak for this man that not even ten minutes ago you absolutely despised with everything in your being. He took that as an answer.

“Did I finally find a fucking way to shut you up, dumbass?” He whispered into your ear, the soft wetness overtaking your senses and filling you with pure adrenaline. His hand gripped at the hair on the back of your head like you had done to his only moments before, exposing your neck so that he could trail rough kisses down to your collarbone. Biting and nipping at the soft skin.

“If you want my cock so bad, beg for it. “ It was like a light switch had gone off in your brain at that very moment. You couldn’t let him win, Let him talk to you like this. No matter how much it made your juices pool in your panties like some kind of whore in heat, you couldn’t let him embarrass you like this.

“In your dreams, you fucking pervert.” you spat viciously, a salacious smile biting at your features. Bakugou's head rounded to meet your eyes, an interested smirk over taking his features.

“Huh? What did you say to me?” The venom was tangible, but it did nothing to deter you from spitting back again. This time the smirk on your lips growing into a confident one, even through your ragged pants of need.

“I said...in your fucking dreams. “ putting emphasis on each word He growled into your skin, vibrating your body with his raw and feral rage.

“You fuckin’ brat.”

You knew you had just signed your death warrant but you didn’t care, in fact, it only aroused you more. You needed to feel him inside of you. You needed the release. It was as if the room was spinning and the only thing that was keeping you grounded was the aching between your legs. The desperate need to feel something. You felt his grip grow tighter on you and before you knew it your face was pressed up against the cold wall in an instant. Bakugou's hand laid on the back of your head, gripping at your hair and pushing your face against the concrete, the other tightly locked on your hip, keeping your soaking cunt up against the hard bulge in his pants. You felt your body buck against it subconsciously, sending another shockwave of pleasure pulsing through your body, and his.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” He hissed into your ear. The hand that laid in your hair coiled itself around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly as he brought your head closer to his. You let out a slight gasp, but still a smirk laid ever present on your face.

“Good.”

His free hand made quick work of your soaking panties, pushing them to the side under the hem of your pencil skirt. One of his thick digits slipping against your wet folds before situating itself inside without much warning. Even with just his finger you felt so full. The warmth from his hand radiating inside of you and only aiding in your pleasure. Bakugou couldn’t help the noises that escaped his mouth as he worked your pussy with his fingers. The way your walls clamped around them and left them completely soaked only made his need for you grow.

“God, youre so fucking wet for me.” His breathing was erratic, greedy. He had been overcome with lust that he was barely registering what he was saying. Normally situations like this would absolutely fluster Bakugou, or just straight up never happen. Bakugou was always so focused on his hero work that hookups were few and far between, and certainly never quite this passionate. A quick fuck with no return call and that was it. There was just something about you that made his head spin. You were always a challenge, never backing down no matter how brutal his berating and instead firing back at him with such confidence that it caught him off guard more often than not. Sure, it was so infuriating, but he had a thing for strong women. So everytime you spit back with that ungodly sexy smirk of yours, the fire in Bakugou only grew. He never thought he’d see you like this though, never imagining that he would be able to make that pretty little mouth of yours moan out for him, but he had certainly spent countless nights alone with his hand gripped around himself at the very thought. He quickly added another finger as he pounded them into you, causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

“ Yeah, you like that? You little slut.” You shut your eyes tightly, feeling the embarrassment overtake you as your head nodded against his hand like the greedy slut you were. Normally you would never accept words like that to come out of a man's mouth toward you, but there was just something about the way Bakugou said them that had you reeling with anticipation.

He curled his fingers inside of you, toying with your sensitive spot ever so slightly. Did you really think a simple nod was going to satiate his need for praise? He was going to tease you until he got what he wanted.

“What was that?” He smirked against the skin of your neck, nibbling roughly at the sensitive skin. You felt your body jerk against him, sending his fingers deeper into you. You bit your lip hard to suppress the moan that overtook you.

“Just fuck me already, Katsuki! ” you whimpered, his first name feeling foreign in your mouth. You were growing impatient, and even though your words came out as a command, you knew deep down it was desperation. The embarrassment rampantly flooded through your body, turning you a deep shade of pink, but you pushed through it. You couldn’t keep letting him play with you like you were some toy, you had to take what you wanted any way you could. You needed to cum, and you certainly weren’t going to do it on his fingers, no matter how good they felt. You needed the real thing.

“I can’t take it anymore, just fuck me!” You reluctantly begged, trying to look anywhere but at the man behind you. You could feel the shock rush through Bakugou's body at your words, clearly taken aback for a second at your bluntness and hearing his name spill from your lips like that. A wave of determination flooded through his system. He was going to make you scream his name so everyone in the office could hear it, even from the confines of the soundproof meeting room. He quickly let go of you to fiddle with his belt buckle, but you didn’t dare move to look at him. Instead you found solace in rubbing your thighs together. The friction keeping you high, keeping you blind to what was really happening. To the fact that you had just begged Bakugou Katsuki, the biggest piece of shit you have ever met, to fuck you.

You felt the tip of his cock trace your sweet hole for a second, and you braced yourself for agony. You thought he was going to relentlessly tease you, break you, find some way to have you squirming in his grasp and begging again, but instead the feeling of him bottoming out in you quickly overtook all of your senses. He was surprised he had even lasted this long in the foreplay if he was honest. He needed you, needed to feel the way you felt around him. He had fantasized about this for years, what it would feel like to finally have you in such a compromising position, but he was in no way ready for the sheer bliss your walls brought him. You had him reeling. He grunted aggressively against your skin, not moving inside of you as if to take in this sensation. Who knew when it would happen again, or If it would happen again.

“Fuckkk” he whined, and somehow his words alone had you aching for more. If you thought his finger had you feeling full, it was no match for the size of his cock. You couldn’t help but rock back onto him, rotating your hips in a way that had the both of you moaning.

“Katsuki” His name dripped from your lips again like the words sweetest song. There was something about the way you said his first name that had him teetering on the edge. It was so sweet, like honey trickling down the curves of your lips, begging to be savoured, and like hell he was going to deny himself that sweetness. Even if he knew he would probably never get the chance to taste it again. He wasn’t going to miss this opportunity to pound you into oblivion. He pulled back for a second, his dick sliding out of your entrance and leaving you with a longing and empty feeling after being so full only a second ago. Your eyes widened, about to whimper out in distress at the loss, until the fullness came back to you forcefully. The roughness of his thrust sending your body bumping into the wall in front of you and causing a loud moan to escape your lips. Your hand quickly shot up to your mouth, covering it quickly in the hopes that no one had heard you. You felt Bakugou snicker in your ear, pulling your hand roughly away from its place over your mouth, his hot breath panting heavily onto your skin.

“Let them hear you. Let them hear so they know who you belong to.” He spat out in between thrusts, head clearly spinning from the pure ecstasy you brought him.

“You wish.” you hissed, sending your ass into him to meet his thrusts. Bakugou grit his teeth in pleasure, cursing out under his breath. You were definitely right about that. You were the one person Bakugou knew he would never be able to truly control, but honestly, he didn’t want to. You were a force to be reckoned with, and an absolute powerhouse of a Pro Hero, and he admired you. Just as you did him, in your own little way.

Bakugou brought his open palm down onto your exposed ass with a grin, the pain of his warm hand mixing with the pure ecstasy of his cock and eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, spinning from the sensation. Bakugou found himself groaning with every thrust, unable to force them down. You just felt too good, too addicting, and he needed more; needed to cum. His hand gripped at the back of your hair, pulling your head to the side so that his face was flush up against yours, his mouth inches from your ear. The sound of his erratic breathing and raw grunts of pleasure filled your senses immediately, making the warmth in your stomach bubble with excitement. You weren’t going to last much longer like this.

“Fuck” Your voice came out in a choked whimper, laced with blatant wanton lust.

“Like that, don’t stop.” You commanded, and Bakugou groaned in response. The grip on your hair tightened ever so slightly and you felt his teeth snarl against your ear, nipping at the exposed skin. He could tell you were close by the way your walls clamped around him, making it almost impossible to hold out any longer.

“Yeah” He panted in agreement, his thrusts becoming more unpredictable as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. It didn’t take much before you completely came undone around Bakugou. It was as if your body was floating weightlessly in space, a beautiful expanse of stars and colors blurring your vision, before gravity was quickly pulling you back down to earth abruptly, leaving your legs trembling from the impact.

Your hands subconsciously gripped Bakugou's, savoring in his warmth as you rode out your high around his thrusts, your head spinning with pure ecstasy and adrenaline. Bakugou buried his face into the crook of your neck, as if to hide the flush that had spread across his face from nonexistent eyes. Watching your body tense and shake around him had to be the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life, and that was exactly what sent him over the edge.

“F-Fuck” His voice quivered against your skin and you felt his grip grow tighter on your hips, pulling you back into his pelvis to burry himself deeper within you. If you weren’t currently trembling from your own climax, perhaps you would’ve stopped Bakugou from coating your insides, but in the moment you didn’t seem to care. You felt your walls clamp down around him once more, desperately taking everything in without any fear of the consequences it might hold. Bakugou didn’t pull away from you, instead leaving his body flushed up against yours as the two of you attempted to regain your composure.

The room was silent, aside from the panting that still hung close to your ear. The primal lust that had just engulfed the two of you was quickly replaced with confusion, and the room was suddenly too silent. Bakugou pulled away from you at last, and his warmth that had enveloped you just two seconds ago now completely dissipated. You weren’t sure why, but you missed it immediately. It just felt so right, brought you so much comfort, and that very thought alone scared you. You quickly pulled yourself off the wall and rounded to look at the blonde man behind you as he fixed himself up. His face seemed to mimic yours, and you weren’t sure whether or not that was a good or a bad thing, but for the moment it brought you solace. You let out a shaky sigh before straightening the hem of your skirt against your reddened thighs. You could feel his eyes on you, like lasers burning your skin. You quirked an eyebrow up at him, trying your best to muster a smirk while your fingers worked tirelessly at untangling your hair that Bakugou had made a mess of.

Bakugou felt his voice rise in his throat as his eyes finally met with yours once more, he had so many questions; what was that all about? What does this mean for us? Can I take you out for dinner? but all of those questions died in his throat before they made it to his lips. The shake of your head deterring him from letting them out. You didn’t want him to say something he was going to regret, something stupid you say after the high of an orgasm. You weren’t sure what exactly that would’ve been, but you liked it better this way.

“Don’t, your stupid voice is what got us into this mess in the first place.” You tried your best to keep your voice even, calm, as if none of this had shaken you to your core. As if he wasn’t still lingering inside of you. As if you felt absolutely nothing from that encounter. Just another meaningless hook up, that was all. Or at least that was what you tried to tell yourself. You watched as Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, as they did whenever you spoke, but this time it felt off. Laced with something different. It would take you a while to pinpoint that exact feeling, but it would come to you nonetheless. When you were alone in your bed late at night, thinking about the way his eyes glistened, and his body tried to stay steady. Hurt.

You moved towards the tall blonde with a false sense of confidence, though to the unsuspecting eye you never faltered. Your delicate hand moving up to the tall blondes cheek and patting it roughly. The curves of your lips forming into that smirk that Bakugou loved detested so much.

“Leave the planning to me, I don’t really need your help anyway.” Your eyes locked with his for a moment, before you felt the need to break away. To slam the cover shut on those feelings that threatened to spill over the top of Pandora’s box. You sauntered past his form nonchalantly, your hips moving in a hypnotizing form that had Bakugou unable to peel his eyes away.

“Just remember...” You started, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder.

“Meetings in the conference room are confidential.” And with a wink, you quickly turned the handle of the door and made your exit, needing to get away as quickly as possibly so that you could breathe once again. Bakugou still stood at the center of the room, confused and finally at a loss for words. He had no idea how any of that had just happened, or why he felt a heavy pang in his chest as he watched you leave the room seemingly unfazed. But there was one thing he knew for certain, one thing he was determined to do now more than ever; he was going to make you his.

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runwithwolvcs · 3 years

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You Know I’m No Good - o n e

Summary: Tallulah Forester isn’t a bad person, she’s just made one too many bad decisions. Which is why she has now found herself four hours away from her home in Seattle, to her estranged fathers little home in La Push, with her stepmom and two half sisters, whom she has only been with a couple of times in the past 15 years. Her mother and father had agreed, shockingly, that the small town lifestyle would be beneficial to their wild child, but bad habits die hard, especially when it comes to being in control.

Timeline: Takes place a few years after the events of Breaking Dawn

Pairing: Paul Lahote x OC (Tallulah is 18)

Warnings (future chapters): Drugs/Alcohol, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Mental Health, (Mentions of SA, but no details)

There are losses that rearrange the world. Deaths that change the way you see everything, grief that tears everything down. Pain that transports you to an entirely different universe, even while everyone else thinks nothing has really changed.

Tallulah stared out the window in the back seat with her knees tucked up to her chest, arms wrapped around them tightly as her father drawled on, switching from topic to topic, your sisters and Kira are so excited your coming to we’ve already enrolled you at the school to do you remember this person or that person? Anything to fill the silence from creating a suffocating atmosphere in the car. It all sounded like white noise to her, she barely remembered La Push.

She moved to Seattle with her mother when she was six and the two of them never looked back, whenever she would see her father or half-sisters, they would meet halfway in Port Angeles and then head their separate ways. It was easier that way for everyone involved.

Josette and Lenna, her half-sisters, were ten the last time she spent any actual memory inducing time with them. Although they are only two years younger than her, they were so different. So in tune with the tribe, whereas she barely knew anything about the histories. She doubted anything would have changed in that respect.

Tallulah's headaches from her hangover, or maybe lack of sleep, she thought, and as she laid her head against the window she listened to the sound of passing cars and her dad's voice as she slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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Tallulah awoke to the sound of the car door shutting and a nearby dog barking, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, grateful her headache was gone, but now in its place was a lump in her throat, as she looked around her surroundings outside of the car. The little blue house she vaguely remembers. The tire swings in the old oak tree. A woman's laugh caught her attention, as she looked to see her dad and stepmom, chatting away, happier than ever. Tallulah felt so out of place. Like she was an intruder coming in to ruin her fathers happy, little family with her black cloud of disappointment.

Tallulah groaned to herself as she unbuckled herself, might as well get this over with, she thought to herself while opening the car door and slowly stepping out, stretching as she did. She could feel the two adults eyes on her as she shut the door gently, looking towards them, Kiras big smile, that if she didn’t know better would look insincere, but she did know. Her stepmom was a tryhard, doing anything and everything to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother and stepmother, no matter how hard Tallulah pushed against her kind persona. She was the reason her family was in pieces. Kira and her father were no doubt in love, even when her parents were still together, they never looked at each other the way she sees her father looks at Kira and vice versa, like they are each other's reasons for being. She moves, he moves. Tallulah nearly physically cringes. It's not something she ever wants for herself, that fairy tale love.

She walks toward them slowly, Kira meeting her halfway, wrapping her arms in a bear crushing hug that she doesn’t reciprocate, looking past her at her father who has that ‘be nice’ look on his face, and clearly, she was in no place to fight that. She couldn’t help but think, if this doesn't work out the way her parents think it will, where is the next place she would be shipped off to?

Kiras' soft, sweet voice shakes her from her thoughts, “it's so nice to see you again. Your hair has gotten so long.” Tallulah raises an eyebrow before stating, “I've cut it a few times since I saw you last.” Kira laughs off the dig, before walking towards her father and saying, “the twins are out, we’d figured you'd be better off getting settled without a full house.” Tallulah nodded in response as her father spoke up for the first time since arriving, “besides, we have some things to discuss. Expectations and what not,”

Tallulah eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Rules? I’m eighteen. I don’t need to have any rules.” Her arms crossed over chest, as if she were a child.

“If you think that you will be continuing your..extracurricular activities that you have picked up in Seattle, you are wrongly mistaken” he says in what she assumes is his fatherly tone that works on the twins, but not her, he gave up that right fifteen years ago. “Your mother has filled us in on everything, Tally” She rolls her eyes at this, as if she knows everything, she thought to herself.

Kira stood up on the porch, just inside the doorway, “Joseph, let her settle in, we can have this conversation tomorrow, after the bonfire.” she said in ‘dont fight me in this tone’, to which Tallulah appreciated, yet was confused, “Bonfire?” she asked, as she made her way up the steps of the house leaving her dad to bring in her few bags, “The tribe bonfire party happens once a month, the girls love it, plus you can meet some of your classmates before you start school.” Kira spoke as if this was something she should look forward to, but in all honesty, large gatherings were not Tallys scene, despite what her mother thinks. But, she would attend, save face and hope with good behaviour she would be back in Seattle with her friends in no time. This thought reminded her to shoot them a text quickly explaining her situation, hoping they would see it as an SOS, before shoving her phone back in her pocket and following Kira around the house like a little kid, listening to where things were kept, which rooms were which and then finally a stop at the room in which she would call hers. The walls were a blank, cream color, with light blue bedding and a wooden desk shoved in the corner, along with what looks like textbooks sitting on top.She nods politely as Kira mentions they will be leaving within the hour but try to settle in and suggests she may want to change out of her cotton shorts, as it “gets quite cold compared to Seattle” as she put it.

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7:14 read the time on Tallulah's phone as they walked up to the beach, the sun had just begun to set and the temperature had, in fact, dropped quite a bit, thankful for Kiras advice, Tallulah had changed into a pair of loose, blue jeans and had tucked her hands into the pockets of her oversized, black hoodie, fingers curled under the long sleeves to keep them warm.

She walked slightly behind Kira and her father, standing off to the side as they were greeted by people, before they had reached whom she suspected to be the twins. They looked so different from what she remember, her father lowly spoke to her, as Kira caught their attention, pointing out the smaller of the two as Josette and the taller, as Lenna. Josie dawned a baggie pair of dark pair of overalls, with a striped sweater underneath, her hair in two space buns, which was quite different from her sister, in her plaid mini skirt and form-fitting long sleeve shirt, her pin straight, dark hair fanned out behind her back. Tallulah could already tell they wouldn’t get along.

She watched as Lenna stalked away from her mother to a group of people who looked around their age, before snapping her eyes back at the sound of her name being called, to see Kira and Josette waving her over, before she could even move her feet willingly, her dad was nudging her in their direction, as if she would turn and walk the other way.

Josette moved over so she could sit directly beside, a friendly smile that resembled Kiras on her face, “ Hi Tally” she spoke her childhood nickname softly, “it’s been awhile, you look so much older, not in a bad way, like mature, adultish, but obviously your only two years older than me so not technically an adult..” she rambled off, “Hey Josette” and before Tallulah could say anything else, she was interrupted by the younger girl, “Its Josie or Jo, whichever fine, just not Josette” she spoke quickly, a pale blush crossing her olive toned skin, to which Tallulah just nodded and asked, “How long do these things last?”

“That depends,” Josie spoke, “Typically the adults leave once the stories and tribal matter finishes, so maybe an hour or two. But we usually stay later, or at least Lenna does.” she said, looking in the direction of her twin, who was now surrounded by a group of other rambunctious teenagers. “Sam Uley's crew is here tonight, so who knows if that will even happen, especially after last time.” Tallulah didn’t question the younger girl, mainly because she just didn’t care to. She looked away from Lenna and her friends, her eyes gazing on all the unfamiliar faces sitting on logs or picnic tables surrounding the growing fire.

Her eyes stopped on what seemed to be a couple, the girl was beautiful, her long black hair was tied up into a neat ponytail, she was talking to a man in a wheelchair beside her, who looked like he could be her dad, her eyes shifted to the man sitting next her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, he was in shorts and a shirt and looked perfectly comfortable in the frigid air, he was joking around with the boys next to him, as if the beautiful girl next to him was really there, despite his arm around her, “Thats Paul Lahote.” Josie said from next to her, causing her to flush from her obvious staring, he looked in their direction, as if he had heard Josie say his name, they locked eyes for a split second before Tallulah looked away embarrassed she had been caught. “Don’t worry, Lenna stares at him too,” Josie laughed jokingly, “I wasn’t staring” Tallulah spoke defensively, Josie raised her hands in surrender before leaning in close, “looks like he's the one staring now” Josie grinned, watching as Tallulah looked back at the older boy, noticing that he was staring at her, almost like a deer in headlights. He looked so familiar, though she doubts that they have ever met before. He smiles at her slightly, his arm retracting from the girl beside him despite her protest to his movement, and now the beautiful women is also looking at her, causing Tallulah to look down at her sleeve covered hands that lay in her lap, only looking up again when her father sits in the spot next to her, asking if she's alright, to which she absentmindedly nods her head. Is she alright after her entire life has been altered in the last 12 hours? What kind of question is that?

Her eyes are drawn back to the spot Paul Lahote was sitting in, or had been sitting in, the seat was now vacant, the man nowhere in her line of sight, and she can't help but feel a little disappointed.

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wlntrsldler · 4 years

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unrequited (draco malfoy/ cedric diggory series)

PROMPT: You and Cedric grew up together. After the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, you’re left feeling empty without your best friend. Draco Malfoy steps into the picture. Will the feelings be reciprocated? Or will it be unrequited?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, fluff, sadness???

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PART 14

The sun was peeking through the half-drawn curtains. The rays of sunshine that managed to sneak past created a soft, golden hue in the room. Dust danced around, looking almost like glitter when light hit them in the right angle. Everything else was frozen. Time seemed to stop and had it not been for the blood pumping through your veins, that you were now more aware of than ever, and the beating of Draco’s heart against your ear as you laid on his chest, you would've thought that this was it. The silence, deafening and eerie, the stray hairs tickling the skin of his forehead, the weight that he’s been carrying for days, finally off his chest- Draco knew that this was it.

But just as quickly as the night rolled over into day, he was reminded that you were still there, awake, alive, and living the nightmare of a life he tried to dream away more times than he would care to admit. Tangled within the fibers of the white sheets were the remnants of your previous evening. Last night, time seemed to move fast, faster than the both of you would’ve liked. It was the adrenaline that coursed through your bodies, afraid of the sound of chaos behind the door he locked so hastily as if it would shield you from the dangers of the other side. He stole you away from the crowd, clutching your hand in his like you were a lifeline. He didn’t care who saw him, not last night. This urgency carried on between you for the rest of the night and only now that the sun has acquainted itself with you did the traces of your hurried involvement free themselves from the heat of your bodies.

Draco’s fingers traced the outline of your spine, touch falling lighter and lighter as he reached the curve of your back. His breathing was ragged, as if he was biting back his words, not ready to break the bubble of silence you’ve grown comfortable in. He knew after last night, he would lose you for good. He knew he had to lose you. Once you step out of the confinement of the four walls, there’s no telling who will survive the wrath of reality. Draco hoped that it would be you- that if there was a choice between who lives and who dies, it would be you to continue on life without him. He didn’t know if he’d be able to live without you.

He spent the night in denial, choosing to talk about anything else but the truth. He laughed obnoxiously loud as you recited fond memories from your years at Hogwarts. The stories almost seemed childish despite it being only a few months ago, but you had to grow up fast. Now, the life you lived a mere year ago seemed like a whole lifetime ago. You danced in the glow of the moonlight, using the creaking of the floorboards from underneath your bare feet as the music that guided you. Draco twirled you around, catching you before you stumbled out of his grasp. He murmured declarations of his undying love in the shell of your ear once he felt you perfectly still in his arms. Then he fell asleep, tangled in your arms right before the sun interrupted your perfect farewell.

Draco watched as he shivered under the sting of his touch. He hummed in response, tugging softly at your fingers to pull you closer. He closed his eyes, leaning into the crown of your head to drink in your scent, another thing he hoped he’d never forget. He spent the night trying to ingrain everything about you in his memories. He burned the image of you grinning up at him, a shadow cast upon your face from the candle that was burning in the corner of the room, as you spoke with your feather-light voice.

Draco’s eyes inspected your features under this new light, lips twitching upwards when new details came to surface. The freckles by the corners of your eyes were visible, speckles of brown and beige littered all over your cheeks, but not daring to go past below the start of your cupid’s bow. You had strawberry lips, red all throughout, overly bitten and cracked, but soft, nonetheless. The mellowest shade of pink dusted your cheeks, reaching the very tip of your curved nose. You looked like you were dipped in gold, like fresh honey, and you looked nearly ethereal. Your skin was smooth like velvet and he wanted nothing else but to cover himself with how you made him feel. Comfort.

When Draco opened his eyes, he found you already staring at him, a hint of evergreen in your irises, something he never noticed before. His breath got caught in his throat, forgetting how to speak for a second when his heart rattled in his ribcage. After all this time, you still managed to make him weak in the knees with just one look. You reached up to cup his jaw in your palm, sighing in content when he nudged his face deeper into it. You could read him like a book but not once did you take advantage of that. At first it scared him, vulnerability and weakness was a foreign concept to him, never having anyone in his life to assure him that it was okay. You stared into his soul and was faced by the twice broken man that he was. He expected you to desert him, as everyone else had in the past, but you didn’t. You held his hands in yours and kissed his bruised knuckles.

The faint noise of the outside world began to grow louder. The once silent castle soon started to become the place that it’s meant to be: a school where you were divided by house, by good or evil, lurking in the shadows of the building. People were waking and preparing for what’s to come. You shut your eyes tightly, wanting to block out the incessant shuffling of feet past his door.

“Not yet,” you whispered. “Please, not yet.”

He leaned over and placed a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering there longer than usual. He knew that once you got up from his bed, he would have to tell you it’s over. He wasn’t ready to be over. In a broken breath, Draco replied, “We can take our time.”

You saw that he was afraid but he wanted to keep his facade of false bravado to keep you at bay. Draco didn’t want you to worry more than you needed to, especially not over him, but of course he was afraid. He wasn’t afraid of the impending war and the task that could most likely take his life. No, he was afraid that this love and the moments he was lucky enough to share with you, is all he’s ever going to get in this lifetime. He’s never been cared for like this before- not in the way that you did: forgiving and unconditional. You cared for him without asking for anything in return and cared for him with the certainty that it won’t waver even through the hardest times. He was sure of this, up until he signed up for his task. Now, Draco wondered if you could ever forgive him after you find out what he’s done.

No, you wouldn’t, he decided, but I’d rather have her hate me and stay alive than have them hurt her.

He knew he was being selfish. He knew it wasn’t fair of him to think about wanting to spend more time with the girl who laid on his chest right now over the well-being of everyone else who will be fighting with him and against him. This war could take the life of everyone he’s ever cared about but all he could selfishly think of was you. More time with you, that’s all he craved. Draco wanted to feel this way for the rest of his life. Now that he’s experienced it, he doesn’t ever want to let it go. He was a touch starved man, yearning for a feeling- anything- that would allow him to continue to live. Draco won’t let himself revert back to the man that he once was afraid that he’ll be forgetting the man that he became because of love, and ultimately forgetting what it felt like to be love. It was his biggest fear- to not remember what this love was like, to not remember how it felt to love you.

“We can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” Draco said, eyes not able to meet yours. It’s the morning after his first day back from Malfoy Manor, burdened with the task he now signed himself up for. Draco couldn’t bear to look at you, in fear that he’ll tell you what he’s done.

You pulled back a bit, shaking your head in confusion, “W-what are you talking about, Draco?”

“I have to end this, for the both of us.”

You suddenly felt so exposed. You lifted the blanket up to cover yourself, now aware of the cold air circulating the room. Goosebumps emerged on your bare skin, covering your arms and legs that untangled themselves from Draco’s. You gulped, hauling the blanket up with yourself as you paced around the room, trying to look for your discarded clothing.

You were ashamed and embarrassed as you slipped on your clothes and house robe, sniffling quietly as he began to do the same, getting ready for the tough day ahead of him. You stopped in your tracks, breath caught in your throat as the truth daunted you. You looked back at him, fully aware that your cheeks were stained with tears. You whispered, “This is what you wanted wasn’t it?”

Draco looked at you, heartbreaking at the sight of you looking so vulnerable and afraid, “What?”

“This-” you motioned between the two of you. You pulled down your shirt to show off your love bites, “you just wanted this right? You just wanted to fuck me.”

Draco grimaced when he heard those words leave your lips. No, of course not. I love you. This was never about sex. I’m so in love with you. I’m doing this to protect you so they won’t touch you because I will never forgive myself if something happened to you, he wanted to say.

But he remained silent. It was better this way. You should hate him so you won’t ask questions about why he’s doing this.

You scoffed, throat burning when the realization hit you. You wiped your cheeks hastily before stomping out of his room, slamming his door with no care in the world. Slytherin students turned their heads at the sound of it, shooting you confused looks as you marched out of Slytherin territory with your Hufflepuff robe.

Draco broke down in his dorm room once he heard your hurried footsteps withering away. He buried his face into his hands, unable to calm his breathing. He wanted nothing else but to chase after you and tell you how much he loved you, how he wanted nothing else but to protect you. He’s in love with you. It was never just about sex, Merlin, with you it would never be about sex. You made him feel seen. Feel cared for. Feel loved. Even if you didn’t love him back, he knew he still would not trade you for anything in the world. He knew that if he had to spend the rest of his life making you fall for him, he would spend every second of every day doing exactly that.

But he knew that when it comes to you, he couldn’t be selfish. He loved you too much to get hurt. This was the only thing that held him back from running after you and kissing your fears away. He needed to protect you. They can’t touch you, not if he has something to say about it.

So he let you go. But you took a part of him with you.

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thevioletjones · 4 years

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48. “You make me want things I can’t have.” 💜

Thanks for the inspiration! 💜

Prompt 3

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Ian Gallagher was starting to become a problem.

And the worst part about it was that he wasn’t even a problem that Mickey wanted to resolve. No. He just kept holding Ian closer and refusing to push him away like he should. He was just letting him ruin Mickey’s mediocre life. Because something about Ian was unshakeable. It wasn’t just that Ian kept coming back no matter what Mickey ever said or did, either. Ian was definitely persistent, but Mickey had formed an attachment too, even though he did everything in his power to hide it. It was still there, buried under layers of caustic remarks, aloof expressions, and occasional lashing out. He wasn’t proud of his behavior, but it was just who he was, and remaining unchanged in his ways was easier than the alternative.

Ian was definitely too good for him. Sure, he was hood trash too, but they were on two different levels. Ian was buffed up with a certain surface shine that Mickey lacked. Although, he would admit he’d come a long way in his style and hygiene game since his early days as an unwashed miscreant. Mickey was a gay man after all, and not immune to gaying certain things up, despite his tendency to flout homo conventions. If he wanted the ability to get a decent dick in his ass, there were standards that he’d learned to push himself to meet. This was the glossiest Mickey was ever gonna get, and it still came with a pinch of grime and hostility.

Maybe he’d developed enough sense to give a fuck, but he still didn’t give two shits either; a concept that walking contradictions the world over could likely comprehend.

The thing about Gallagher was that he was sweet. Not in an annoying, cloying, obvious way that was anathema to everything Mickey was about, but in a low-key, casual, incidental kind of way that somehow managed to be attractive, even to someone with Mickey’s abrasive nature. Ian played tough, and he genuinely was in many ways, but he had a gooey, marshmallow center that evened him out. Mickey didn’t see himself as having that sort of balance.

But there were these unsettling moments like this, usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning, when Mickey would catch himself watching Ian unawares. Unawares because he only ever did it when the redhead was deep in sleep. Suddenly, Mickey would be Mr. Contemplation, burning a hole into the face of the dude he was banging, daring to wonder what could happen between them if he wasn’t an emotionally stunted asshole. And then he’d reflect on what Ian’s life was like whenever he wasn’t around; the things Mickey acted like he didn’t care to know.

These circular thought patterns never led anywhere good, because at the end of the day, Ian wasn’t his. And Mickey could never be Ian’s. He’d long ago resigned himself to a certain destiny that involved long-term solitude until his dying day, which he’d always been fairly certain would come prematurely and most likely in violent fashion. It would be ridiculous to drag someone else into his vortex of apathy for life and the general traditions of living it. Especially someone like Ian, who was good; who helped people because he genuinely cared about, like, the well-being of humanity and shit. Despite the occasional soft look or revelatory comment that Ian would throw his way, he knew better than to think he’d want to be saddled with Mickey’s non-reciprocating ogre-y ass.

Usually when one of these intense, one-sided staring sessions would take place, Mickey would overcompensate for silently slipping by adding an extra dose of rudeness when he kicked Ian out after the fact. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why Gallagher still bothered with him. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get laid elsewhere. Ian was the type that would never have trouble finding a willing ass. Yet somehow he kept coming back to Mickey and ignoring all the negatives thrown in his path. It didn’t make much sense on either of their parts… allowing each other in on any terms. Probably meant that Ian was just as fucked up as he was, really.

Blowing out the last hit off his smoke, Mickey glanced at the bedside clock and stubbed out the cigarette butt. 3:26 AM and he was wide awake, just gawking at his slumbering ginger fuck buddy, and trying to repress the multitude of emotions swirling within him. It was truly pathetic.

He could just get the hell up and drag his ass to the living room to play video games or watch late-night TV, but no. Apparently he liked suffering and feeling conflicted. What a pussy.

Not ten minutes went by before there was slow movement from the other side of the bed... Ian turning over in his sleep, reaching an arm out, and searching. Searching for the warmth of Mickey’s body, it would seem.

A big hand landed on his thigh, rubbing it softly as tired eyes blinked open, and a groggy voice sounded, “What’re’y’doin’?”

Oh, just fuckin’ lying here starin’ at your pasty ass for some reason. “Can’t sleep.”

“Didn’t wear you out?” Ian asked with a breathy titter, squeezing the sensitive flesh precariously close to Mickey’s groin.

Maybe it made his dick twitch a little.

“When did one round ever wear me out?”

“Pretty sure there were two rounds. Did you forget about the couch?”

“Random handies while watchin’ mediocre porn barely counts as a round, carrot-top.”

“A, it wasn’t that mediocre, and B, do you only consider it sex if penetration is involved?”

“I mean… it helps.”

“What about blowjobs, then? How would you classify them?”

“Sex act, but not sex, sex. Know what I mean?”

Ian laughed. “Not really. What about lesbians?”

“Definitely don’t wanna have my cock anywhere near those.”

“Har har. I mean, what would you call lesbian sex?”

“Gross? Boring? I don’t fuckin’ know. Never had it, don’t plan to.”

Ian laughed harder and it made Mickey feel good. “Pretty sure lesbians don’t want fuck all to do with you either, bottom boy.”

“Hey, likin’ what I like don’t make me a bitch.”

“No, but you seem pretty hostile toward anything but a real live human cock poking you in the asshole. I mean, naysaying getting your dick sucked? That’s a bold bossy bottom stance to take.”

“What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple kinks. Aren’t you glad I don’t need any freaky extra shit to get me off?”

“What kinda freaky extras are we talkin’?”

“Fuck off, Gallagher. Don’t act like you don’t just live for stickin’ that big red dick inside any tight manhole that’ll accommodate it. Does that make you a hungry top just begging for it?”

“I prefer ‘brutal top,’ since it’s so big, as you were so kind to mention.”

Mickey rolled his eyes into tomorrow. “Gotta remember to stop accidentally complimenting it. You get so fuckin’ uppity about it.”

Ian rolled over and boxed him in, nuzzling around his face and neck, while Mickey tried to bat him away.

“Come on,” prodded Ian. “Big hard cock seeks tight little hole for another round of deep penetration.”

Mickey could feel said big hard cock firming right up against his hip. “Ixnay on the cutesy man seeking man dirty talk, fuckhead. I will make you take that hulking boner elsewhere.”

“No you won’t,” Ian replied, humping down against him.

Of course he wouldn’t, but he had to front at least a little bit. That was the nature of his inner beast.

While they were fucking, Mickey could just let himself get lost in all the appropriate heightened sensations that really good sex immersed him in. Immersed him and Ian in. Ian and him. Them. Reveling in the pleasure of carnality was totally kosher… as long as it limited him from basking in that additional Ian stuff. That feelings stuff that he had no idea what to do with. That unfathomable connection that existed between them.

He let Ian kiss him a lot too. Like, a lot, a lot. That wasn’t customary for him with other dudes. In fact, it barely ever happened. It was just another habit Ian had slipped under the wire to form with him when he wasn’t paying enough attention. Mickey was pretty sure he’d kissed more girls in his life than boys, because that was always an easy, less disgusting way to publicly appear straight during the years he’d spent in the closet. With guys, there was nothing to prove and everything to hide, so it just wasn’t something he incorporated into his casual sex routine.

Before Ian, he hadn’t exactly attracted the kind of dudes that warranted sticking around for in any capacity, or who made any kind of effort to stick with him. There were never any near-miss boyfriends, or pine-worthy hookups. Sex was always transactional and he’d been perfectly fine with that arrangement.

The truth was that once he’d fucked up and invited Ian in for repeats over and over again, he started to figure out that the sex just kept getting hotter and hotter. That when two bodies really took the time to get to know each other, things fit better, motions got smoother, and orgasms got a thousand times stronger. Turned out that one-night-stands were not where the fuck it was at. Those were always crapshoots with odds that were at best 25/75 in favor of mediocrity. With Ian, it was guaranteed total fulfillment 100% of the time.

That was the only explanation he could find for this unexpected addiction he was stuck with. An addiction to Ian and his stupidly perfect cock. The rest of his body was alright too. And when he spoke, he wasn’t completely fucking annoying. His personality and his nature were tolerable. Mickey didn’t want to gouge his eyes out every time he got sucked into a conversation.

They didn’t really hang out, though. Outside of the bedroom, that is. It was like the whole game changed when they were in bed. They could fuck, they could goof around and have a laugh, they could wrestle, they could accidentally say something profound once in a while… but if Ian had a bag of food when he dropped by, Mickey wasn’t about to sit on the couch and watch TV with him while he ate it, and he definitely wasn’t going to accept a portion for himself.

Until tonight, that is. Or last night, or however the fuck time was identified when you were a natural night owl.

Tonight, they’d crossed another invisible line in the sand, and Mickey had found himself chowing down on tacos, while heckling some shitty 90s action film; his part-time lover chuckling next to him with a sloppy mouth.

It was fucking terrifying.

So as soon as he’d realized what was actually happening, and how much he didn’t hate it, Mickey had switched over to some hardcore porn. They’d cracked jokes about it at first, but it’d done the trick of quickly leading to the familiar comfort of sexual gratification. With that justification, Mickey could just sweep the whole ‘watching a movie and eating together like they were on a date’ thing under the proverbial rug without further examination.

At least until Ian had fallen asleep around 2 AM. Then it was dwell city.

By 4:30 AM, Ian had fucked him into the mattress once again, and promptly fallen back asleep without a care in the world. Mickey was more than sated, but felt even more awake than he had an hour ago, his brain full of fresh bullshit about the man next to him and what was happening between them.

He opened his bedside drawer and pulled out his stash, knowing the high would fog up his brain enough to go off on thought tangents, and eventually shut down for at least five hours. Within ten minutes, he felt a little better, or at least more distracted. He was still very aware of Ian’s looming presence in the darkness, though. He wanted to be comforted by it, but he just couldn’t relax.

There’d always been a buffer between them, which Mickey had been diligent in maintaining, and he could see it slowly falling away now. If he didn’t step up and push back, pretty soon there’d be no barrier left standing. Who the fuck knew what could happen then.

He hated it. He felt so fucking out of control, when it should be the easiest thing in the world to control. All he had to do was break it off. He knew exactly what to say and do to make that happen. Knew enough to be able to really hit Ian where it hurt, both literally and figuratively.

But goddamn it, he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to make Ian sad, and he didn’t want to give into his own desire to try for more. He would always fuck it up, because he was a fuck-up by nature. His goddamn knuckles spelled it all out in block letters.

He wanted Ian, but he didn’t want the responsibility. Didn’t trust himself, because no one had ever trusted him before in his entire life. What kind of dumbass wanted that kind of damaged douchebag for a boyfriend? No sane one.

Against his better judgment, Mickey rolled closer to Ian and wrapped an arm around his middle, spooning him the way he secretly liked it when Ian spooned him. He held him close and breathed in his scent.

“You make me want things I can’t have,” he murmured to himself, exhaling heavily against Ian’s neck.

He fell asleep swiftly, and in the morning, he didn’t ask Ian to leave.

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atopearth · 3 years

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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Part 1 - Eisuke Ichinomiya Route (up to Proposal Epilogue)

This is my next guilty pleasure game lolol. Honestly, the premise of the heroine getting sold in an auction and being bought/saved by one of the dodgy rich guys makes it a dubious premise, but I love this kinda "trash"🤣 Eisuke seems like one of the most popular Voltage guys so I do want to see him in sequels haha, and yes, I already played the main story since it was free on the app, but I've kinda forgotten it, so I'll refresh my memory by playing it on the Switch again haha. I also bought My Forged Wedding and Our Two Bedroom Story so yay, more to come~ hahaha. I hope to also buy Scandal in the Spotlight and Kings of Paradise (when it comes out and goes on sale XD) when I'm done with others so yep, lots of Voltage stuff coming I guess hahaha.

I always feel sorry for the heroine that Eisuke makes her run to him within 5 minutes when he calls her, like dudeee, that's ridiculous. Anyway, it's nice that he's teaching her stuff so she's not just his toy to use. I remember finding it hilarious how Eisuke planned to use Soryu as the next "sacrifice" from the beginning and have Carolina fall in love with him instead🤣 She's very tame and silly for an Italian mafia boss' daughter but I guess we should feel blessed about that lol. Even though a lot of the things Eisuke does is questionable, it's nice to know that his reason for being involved in all this underground stuff is because he's searching for his little sister that he got separated from when their parents passed away and they were adopted by different families. It's interesting to think that Eisuke wasn't born a rich boy and actually worked very hard to get where he is now in repayment to the Ichinomiya family but also because I'm sure all this power helps him get more connections to hopefully find his sister one day. I think it's really cute how much he's opening up to the heroine now, but I kinda feel sorry for her in a sense that when Takahiro (her boss) and her finally have a nice thing going on, she's falling for Eisuke.

To be honest, their "love" is rather questionable considering how it's mostly just the heroine listening to everything he says, caring about him, whilst he uses her for what he needs to do and then kinda warms up to the idea of her staying with him and enjoys it. I mean, he barely let her go out and always called her back for trivial things lol. So yeah, even though he's "nice", I find it difficult to accept him, but I guess hopefully the sequels might change that since there's so many haha. I appreciate him trying to protect her though, it's nice to see those rare moments he shows how much he cares about her. I have to say though, that dramatic ending where the heroine picks between Takahiro and Eisuke is so... weird lol, kinda cringy loll. Anyway, let's see His PoV! Honestly, His PoV was nice but doesn't really add that much to what we already knew tbh, like I guess you can see his thought process for the important events, but yeah doesn't really feel like I read anything haha. The epilogue was nice mainly because he FINALLY got rid of all his groupies, like geez, took him a while considering his intolerance for such women who follow him around all the time lol, but the highlight was definitely the heroine getting him to honestly tell her that he loves her. I think it really helps how she always voices to Eisuke what is important to her, and he in turn understands that it's important to her so he listens and reciprocates, it's pretty sweet.

I'm glad Eisuke found his sister in the Season 1 Sequel. Yukari is so cute. I thought it was really nice how the heroine understood how much Eisuke cherished the possibility of meeting his sister again, so if he's rejecting meeting her then there must be a good reason for it. It's pretty dramatic how Eisuke ended up having to save Yukari's husband's father and their wedding in order to have the father have a better opinion of him lol. I'm just happy that Eisuke doesn't have to force himself and lie about his feelings towards finding his sister again and stuff tbh, but it was kinda sad how Eisuke really didn't look for the heroine for days when she "left" him due to not being able to understand his attitude towards Yukari before everything was resolved. I have to agree with the heroine though, Eisuke is just really stubborn about not showing his feelings, but I guess he's getting better at it with the heroine so it's all good lol. I kinda find it cute how Baba was the one to tell the heroine how much Eisuke cares for her, I guess all the guys will get a chance to cheer her up and tell her different sides of him?🥲 It was cute how they visited Yukari's new home and thought about marriage~ Lmao at Eisuke just building a hotel in Dubai because her dart fell on it.

Ooh so, S2 revolves around Dubai~ Gotta feel sorry for the heroine that she nearly got killed for trespassing when it wasn't even her fault. But now she's forced to work at the Dubai hotel as a sort of "punishment" and to let her go from her crime lol. Gotta love how Eisuke just bought an island to live on here lol. Aww, it took a long time, but it's actually really cute how soft Eisuke is with the heroine. I also really like how he's pretty open with their relationship to the others. Do a lot of Japanese people really hate green peas?? I find it so funny that a lot of characters hate green peas, but I guess it's more seen as a "childish" thing haha. So yeah, seeing Eisuke try to say he hates green peas in a prideful way was adorable to say the least. Anyway, Hishikura is quiteeee dodgy and weird lol, why does he want to be an auction manager though, does that help him become the future prime minister?🤔 And I found it so silly the way the heroine "won" Hishikura and left him, like shouldn't the first thing Eisuke and them thought of was the fact that this was an illegitimate auction bid when the product (heroine) was obviously not the dancing girl that was supposed to be sold?? Why did we have to waste so much time on something so simply solved just like that?? Honestly though, I'm sure Hishikura could have made some other excuse though, but still, could they have not resolved it better and had a better reason to allow Hishikura be a part of the gang? Lol.

Sometimes I think I underestimate how much Eisuke likes the heroine, because wow, to protect her, he's willing to let people think he's "running away" from Dubai and all the troubles there, and I guess last time with Hishikura, he made it pretty obvious how important she was to him. Like, Kishi and Soryu being bodyguards for the heroine are understandable (but honestly a waste of their time lol) but I'm not sure if Hishikura, Ota and Baba are very good lol. Anyway, trust Eisuke to propose in such an unromantic way loll. Full just gave her the papers and told her to sign it loll. Anyway, I'm surprised they never had a hotel branch in London, but it doesn't matter since Eisuke can build wherever he likes lol. Wow, like I know Eisuke is selfish and the heroine is very accommodating, but I'm surprised she wasn't mad or even annoyed at all that Eisuke just took back the "proposal" and said nah, not getting married anymore since it's unnecessary. Like excuse me??? And the way the heroine knows he loves her is always just through sex lol, like c'mon heroine, sure he shows his love in many ways, but his attitude still annoys me a lot lol, it really is as if marriage is nothing to him and the heroine hasn't even told him that it's special to her because she'll become his wife. Honestly, he probably said it so she wouldn't feel pressured about it anymore (since she was undecided) but still.

Well, I was going to say Frank and his butler are kinda cute but dang lol, getting revenge for something that happened in middle school that was your own fault is pretty petty of Frank. I'll admit that Eisuke being up for auction and the heroine being auctioneer was pretty fun and interesting haha. Especially when she just started revealing everything about him to the crowd lol, but I guess that way she was able to show how deep her feelings were for him and how much she wanted them to be family instead of him just distancing himself from others and her. I'm so happy Eisuke finally proposed properly and said she'll be his family~~ Anyway, I'm disappointed that they didn't allude anything about Eisuke and London (aside from this Frank guy) when I think it would have been fun to see more about Eisuke's life back in the day instead of a random villain. For once, it was nice to see Eisuke's PoV to the marriage thing. So he suggested marriage to the heroine because he wanted to give her financial security just in case anything happened to him, and he wanted to do it in a way where she wouldn't be scrutinised by the public eye, and that's why he wanted her to be his wife so that everything would "look proper" to others. I guess I can see why he was so shocked and sad when she didn't immediately accept him haha. It was nice seeing Eisuke realise his mistake in saying he wanted to the marry the heroine but in the same breath say he didn't need a family, and understand that this was why the heroine was so hesitant. It was really nice to see Eisuke grow and straightforwardly ask Akira (his dad) why did he adopt him and whether he only cares about him because he has a talent for business. Seeing Eisuke face things he usually avoids because of the heroine's support and love makes me happy for him.

Okay, the DLCs (Scattered Cards onwards) on the Switch are too expensive so I'm not going to buy them right now hahaha😅 Overall, I'm not a fan of Eisuke tbh. He definitely got much better over the course of the seasons, but from the heroine's perspective alone, he is a bit frustrating lol, but at the same time, I'd say the same for the heroine for how silly she is lol so I guess they fit well. I think what I'm most disappointed in though is that the premise itself is really just the premise and nothing really "evolves" from it, because the following stories are really just the guys expanding the hotel and dealing with people trying to wreck that rather than stuff about auctions and bidding? I did enjoy Eisuke reuniting with his sister and learning more about how he views family, and then having the heroine make him realise that he does crave family warmth and other things, he just tries to hide it with his bad attitude lol. But yeah, otherwise Eisuke is not bad, just not my type lol, and the stories are rather cliche and bad at some points so yeah, I'd say the plot suffers more than his attitude does for me.

#kissed by the baddest bidder

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chapter fifteen

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As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.

Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N

disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)

Chapter warning(s): invasion of privacy (pictures), and non-violent stalking (fans following celebrity type) ; sorry this chapter starts one way and ends on a 180 from it asldkjfjkvkn

Word count: 5269

if you enjoy please, please let me know!

The room’s motion slows following your admission. You use the idea of time ceasing momentarily to rationalize Yoongi’s hand enveloping your own as the statement lingers in the cool air. Unable to avert your gaze, you wait for a return of passing seconds, knowing that this could be the last instance of Yoongi’s irises seemingly sparkling as he views you. When motion continues and the push of gravity tries to collapse your spoken feelings, it’s within his choice of reciprocation to let them fall or not.

But his grip on your hand remains, tightening with a lapsing squeeze. Alerting your senses that the seconds indeed flow still, you are also left to realize that you can still feel Yoongi’s warming existence clutching onto yours. Within the confines of his psyche exists the response, one that your heart has yet to accelerate in anticipation for. Maybe because of the natural lullaby composing Yoongi’s ambiance, maybe because he never heard you to begin with.

Just as you start to believe you had only mouthed the words, a reactionary beat pounds in your chest, because all of the shock you expected to find on his face becomes a serendipitous veil of light instead.

“You do?”

The verbal inquisition for you to again speak your feelings is mentally fluttering. The heat demanding to escape into your complexion nearly busts out from the idea of repeating, because your head caught up and you’re ready to toss logic the control of your tongue so you don’t ramble more of your emotions as you discover them.

“Yeah.” Is all that you can manage, flourishing the bashfulness in the single word by how your hand squeezes tightly around Yoongi’s in suspense. Like peeling back a layer, you feel utterly exposed, unworried of misuse in regards to your feelings, because you trust him to in one way or another act gently, but with your arms growing cold under the touch of the air conditioning, you hope his stupor will come to a conclusion sooner than the eternity it feels to be.

A relaxed, disbelieving chuckle escapes Yoongi’s lips as he breaks the gaze shared. His free hand sheepishly rubs along his neck, and there’s a noticeable quirk in his shoulder that assures you he’s lost in thought of a reply.

“Without realizing…” Yoongi mumbles, finding himself shifting his hand around yours so that the fingers can puzzle together. Coloring your view of him in the sunset of hours earlier, he meets your eyes once more with a small smile to match. He feels safe; unwilling to disconnect from your hand, you think as your heart thumps loudly to the idea and pink speckles your expression. “You never noticed until now,” He says and for a split second you feel embarrassed for not, but Yoongi’s gentle laughter carries out your fondness for him instead. “I don’t think I did either, angel.”

While your eyes blink to verify the reality of the situation before you, your chest swells, and lips part to speak but it takes a moment before they manage to. “Wait, you do? You,” Biting down on your front lip to try and contain your thrill, you settle due to Yoongi’s growing smile. “You mean it?”

Yoongi nods his head, chuckling as you cover your mouth with a hand. Clearly taking a little bit to process the rapid changes, you find words of disbelief repeating inside of your mind while your eyes drift, only to return by the feeling of Yoongi’s hands gently nudging back your shielding grip over your parted lips. He cups your cheek, angling your face to look up towards him again as the space between your bodies dissipates.

“Yeah, I mean it… I’m sure for awhile now, but,” He shrugs sheepishly, finding himself lost in the serenity of your mutually expressed feelings shared and the fact that you have both been so oblivious to the fact. “I guess I didn’t realize it until earlier.”

The blush attempting to creep onto your skin pauses as your memory recollects his actions in the lobby earlier. The absent, dismayed expression followed by a curt leave. Your eyes go wide seeing it now in clarity,

“Wait, about Jimin? I’m sorry,” You start frantically, frowning as you recall how senseless the whole thing was in retrospect. Though you don’t necessarily regret lending an ear to Jimin, especially considering how it turned out, you feel bad that you didn’t properly convey why you did so in the moment, and instead left Yoongi caught in the confusion of it all. “I should’ve explained better-”

“No, don’t worry about it.” Yoongi shakes his head, thumb gently stroking your cheek. Somewhat bashfully he murmurs, “Like Hoseok said, I was just jealous, I guess-- I should’ve known better-”

“Why would you know better?” You huff, unwilling to let Yoongi take the blame for this when there’s no way he can read your mind and understand your feelings when even you weren’t completely aware of their romantic erasure towards Jimin at that time either. “Yoon, I messed up. I did, but I really like you,” You talk with a lifting voice, quickly trying to shovel out the words as Yoongi’s face grows quaintly surprised at your reiteration, “Just you. I,” You bite your lips feeling the flood of heat along the back of your neck, looking on at his blossoming smile. “I’m sorry if I hurt you at all.”

“Not worth an apology, angel.” Carefully his voice alleviates your little worry and you’re aware of the few short inches of space between you as he needs to use barely any volume for the words to wrap around your senses. Your chest feels the flutters like a summer breeze, knowing full well that Yoongi is so close, and slowly closer. Neck arching upwards to accommodate the travel of his face to yours, travel extending so close that the shadow cast on your lips is near tangible, but your hand suddenly clutches on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” You say quietly, as he halts. Practically nothing inside of you wanted to stop him, but that singed memory in your brain is strong enough to react against the rest of yourself. Yoongi’s eyes are very gentle, not at all upset that you stopped him from finding your lips, and he’ll say apologizes aren’t needed.

But you don’t want him to, you don’t want to linger longer in the havenlike idea of mutual reciprocation, because there is an aspect of a new relationship that feels more pressing than the bliss. You can remember the way tears in the past stung so much, and you’re unwilling to let yourself find yourself walking down the same path towards him. Your voice feels small, like the line you stand on can go in either direction with the faintest nudge so it is difficult to speak the issue, “I didn’t want to stop you-- I just,” Nervously the words swallow back down trying to escape. You don’t know why the words are holding back, but Yoongi’s hand in yours squeezes slightly, alerting you to look up at him. Telling you there’s no reason to feel rushed. “I can’t have a relationship like my last one, Yoongi-- Maybe it’s kind of selfish, but I don’t want to be with you if it’s just hidden, or casual-- I can’t do that again.”

The glimpse of how truly disastrous the conditions of your last relationship left you encompasses your tone, revealing a very valid concern that Yoongi had not considered remaining. Simply because the thought of future relationships for you were not a priority to his own wonders about what is to come for you, instead the business aspects have been so persistently worrying him. Perhaps also a reason for never quite noticing a change in his perception towards you. However, as the point stands in the space between you both, he doesn’t find anything changing in what he wants,

“Y/N, I don’t intend to hide anything about being with you.” Yoongi speaks clearly, every word spoken as though the option of anything less does not exist. Because it truly hasn’t crossed Yoongi’s mind that he would guide the relationship towards secrecy, or avoid labeling it altogether. He wants the connection visible. “And, angel, everyone already thinks we’re dating.”

“But to our friends-- people who actually know us.” The hand gripping softly on his shirt releases tension, while you grow relaxed with every word. Beyond disbelieving, you just feel happy that there’s instantaneous acceptance-- statements proving that Yoongi cares about you.

“I’d love to tell them.” He smiles, releasing your hand as you pull it away to find purchase on his shoulder while your other does the same. “I want to be with you, sweetie-- I didn’t think we were getting into anything less if I’m honest with you.”

Yoongi listens to your little bits of chuckles at his words, finding the bashfully bloomed smile incredibly endearing. When the hand cupping your cheek strokes your hair back from your face, you tense in anticipation yet completely contentment. As though everything is set out acceptably, there’s an erasure of worry in your mind, caring about nothing more than the familiar and assuring glow of Yoongi’s eyes.

“Can I, angel?” He asks sincerely, reacting in tune with your gradual nod as he leans towards you.

“Be my boyfriend, you mean?”

The corner of his lips curl into a humored smirk at your tiny teasing comment barely fitting into the space between your mouths, that gives Yoongi just enough time to curtly play along, “That too.”

Slotting his lips softly against your smile, Yoongi lets his hands fall away to hold a shadowing touch on your waist. You pull him slightly closer by his shoulders, deepening the kiss with passing seconds, but it remains new and delicate. No wants of exuberating into something ravenous, but instead your lips press against one another like a sweet exploration, diverging mutually after a calm minute.

Yoongi finds his eyes revelling in the appearance of your lips parted to take small breaths, then glancing towards your eyes in the newness brought on my the moment. How naturally it felt, and continues feeling when your hand cups his face to lead him back into another kiss for no other reason than enjoyment.

A ringtone startles you both into ceasing. You drop your hand from Yoongi’s face to reach for it, while his hands roam to encircle your back, keeping you in the loose ring of his arms. You spot the familiar contact picture set for Namjoon and resist a sigh from concern that unwittingly filled a piece of your stomach. “Going to answer?”

“Yeah, I should.” You say begrudgingly as you lay your forehead against Yoongi’s chest, smiling softly at his immediate chuckles from your slightly dismayed disposition. “Joon, what’s up-”

“Hey, you never replied to the group chat!” Namjoon’s frustrated voice rings through your ear and makes your eyes grow wide at the realization. “The music sounds great, but what the hell happened for you to do that? And have you seen the response online?”

“No,” You say quickly, stepping from Yoongi as fret furrows in your brows at the last question. Yoongi frowns while his arms drop to his sides, having heard what Namjoon asked you because of his voice’s volume. “Sorry, I just wanted to tell you and some other stuff happened and I never got around to replying.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I just got worried because-- well, I don’t need to tell you this is a big deal, I’m sure you know.”

You watch as Yoongi walks to the coffee table to retrieve his phone, realizing he intends to look for any messages as well, and maybe check online. “Wait, Yoon-” He looks over to you as you wave a signaling no with your hand and continue rambling back to Namjoon. “Yeah, Joon, I know it’s a big deal. I’m sorry I forgot to reply, but I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, okay? Sorry, I need to go though.”

“Are you okay?”

“One hundred percent,” Yoongi raises his eyebrow at your words despite the opposing expression on your face. The notice of this fact makes you roll your eyes at him. “I’m with Yoongi is all, so I’m sort of busy-”

“Oh, you don’t have to explain anything else.” Namjoon says curtly, and from the sound of his voice, you believe him to be smiling as well.

“What does that mean-”

“Don’t mind me; I’ll see you tomorrow like you say. Tell him I said hi. And now I’m telling you bye.”

The line goes dead as you narrow your eyes baffled by Namjoon’s instantaneous change of mood in the course of the short conversation. Yoongi notices, pouting his lips curiously as you shake your head walking over to him, “He’s crazy,” You sit on the couch, dropping your phone beside yourself while Yoongi sits beside you. “Oh, he says hi, by the way.”

“Nice of him,” Yoongi chuckles, then tilts his head, “What were you trying to say to me on the phone with him?”

“I just thought you were going to look on the internet about the songs.” You admit, pulling your legs up on the couch to sit criss cross. Yoongi shrugs, silently admitting that he intended to. “I don’t know, I guess I’m really nervous about it,” You say glancing to your lap, where Yoongi outstretches a hand for you to hold as you go on. Gently fiddling with his fingers and knuckles you look back up at him, “I was going to wait until tomorrow-- Yerin hasn’t tried calling me, so I figure she’ll definitely say something about everything tomorrow. I’d rather just wait.” You finish with a shrug, watching Yoongi nod his head slowly in contemplation of your words.

“I think you’re the first person I’ve worked with who wants to put off looking at the reception.” He admits smiling, catching your hands in a grip as you turn to look at him with a pout. “I don’t mean anything by it. You’re right, I’m sure we’ll know tomorrow anyways.”

You slump back into the cushion, pulling your hands free from his to rub your hair back, playing over the two ways the songs could go over in the public.

Undoubtedly streamed to an extent, but whether the reception is to from infamy or enjoyment is open to speculation. Whenever the public relationship between you and Yoongi pricks into the list of considerations, you feel a pit growing in your stomach. With no credentials to give reason for why he would collaborate other than you being his girlfriend, the public’s perception of you is not likely to be favorable. Even those uncaring of his romantic relationships have a likelihood of being skeptical of you, a random person unassociated with the music industry, to be praised from the songs.

“By the way, did you ever eat dinner?” Yoongi asks as he sits further back into the couch. You stare at him for a short moment before your lips tighten into a line while the fact that your stomach is empty clouds over your head. He laughs at your reaction and lets himself fall into the cushion as you very gently shove him with a hand. “I didn’t either. Was too busy being sad and ranting to Hoseok-”

“Oh, please,” You snort, rolling your eyes at the melodramatic tone he speaks in. Yoongi reaches for your arm, pulling you towards him. You comply, shifting so that you rest comfortably on his chest while he brings his legs beneath yours on the couch. “You were just sad you couldn’t get the pork belly.”

“With you.” Your face scrunches at the small, overly melodic way he speaks, and a lack of smile. Clearly more interested in making you roll your eyes, but you don’t give it to him. Instead you take your leverage to press a quick peck against his cheek, watching Yoongi’s eyes grow wide in reaction along with his lips parting in surprise. You’re clutched against his body before you can make a remark, giggling into his collarbone as Yoongi hides away his flustering cheeks. “I’m ordering barbeque delivery and you can’t stop me.”

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Namjoon wipes a small towel on the shiny glass in his hand, eyes stern as he stares at you. Because of this occurring for the past few minutes that you’ve been sitting in the usual stool across from him, you simply return a stare without much expression at all. Waiting silently for Seokjin to rush down from his apartment blocks away, you agreed to Namjoon halting your story with reasoning that you wouldn’t have to explain twice if you both texted Seokjin to come.

“Your look is anything but menacing, Joon.” You tell him, hand cupping your chin as you lean over the bartop. You take a sip of your iced tea that is a seasonal creation he asked you to finally try upon arrival.

“You’re wrong; I’m sure you feel guilty for making me worry for at least twenty minutes yesterday.”

“Just twenty minutes?”

“Well, it’s not like I thought someone killed you-”

“I’m here!” Seokjin bursts through the doors, starling a nearby occupied table of younger people who entered after you. “Please tell me you saved the gossip for me-”

“It’s not gossip, it’s my life!” You shake your head, eyes narrowed with no severity as Seokjin takes the seat beside you. Removing his sunglasses, he rolls his eyes, resting an elbow casually on the bartop so he can face you,

“Your gossip life.” He simply says, smiling gently when you just huff and take another long drink of tea. “You’ve looked at the streaming website’s trending songs, right?”

“Yeah,” A murmur falls from your lips as your eyes mindlessly follow ice floating in your drink.Your lips curl upwards, glancing to Seokjin’s still present grin then to Namjoon whose stare is now warm highlighting the proud smile of his own. “They’re all at the top.”

“Because they should be. They’re really good, you and Yoongi did a great job working on them.” Namjoon’s arms unfold from his front, palms going flat on the bar as he continues much more relieved, “I’m glad you released them after all. It’s what you’ve always wanted, Y/N.”

“Joon, you’re going to make me cry.” You admit as you cover your face with your hands, ignoring Seokjin’s sudden laughter to your trembled words. He pats your arm, gently swaying you while speaking as well,

“You know, I bet the songs are going to end up playing around town-- I’ll play them in the club too. The second one is a good tempo for it.” His arm falls from you as you shift on the stool to face Seokjin’s happy expression for you. “Maybe you’ll get other artists asking for you to work with them too.”

“That’s too far to think about, right now.” You admit as a way to keep level, though you can’t say the prospect doesn’t fill you with excitement. “But the timing was really good to release them since I’m about to be jobless.”

“Speaking of,” Namjoon speaks up, causing you both to look at him in bewilderment wondering how that phrasing prompted a thought. “Did you hear anything from your company?”

You shake your head slowly, not verbally responding as you consider the fact. When you woke up, you expected to find alerts of missed calls and emails requesting you to go in for a meeting like before. Instead there was only your friend group chat inquiring for you to meet up at the cafe as you ended up doing. Even on Yoongi’s side there was no communication from anyone minor, much less Yerin herself to ask him what he thought he was doing.

“I haven’t really looked at any comments or news articles about it either.” You bite your lip, thumbs rubbing trails in the condensation coating your forgotten drink. “I’m too nervous. I was going to with Yoongi later on when he’s done working.” At the memory of Yoongi and you, you glance back up, intending to give that last tidbit of shocking news. Finding Namjoon’s eyes blankly looking towards the bartop, lips pensively contorted into a line, you find the thought disappearing, then turn to Seokjin. As you take in his equally shifted disposition, leaned with his chin on his palm, sitting quietly, you frown. “What?”

Namjoon’s shoulders tense from his stupor, finally acknowledging your inquisitive and minorly nervous glances between the two. He shrugs, opening his mouth, but pauses again to instead rub his neck. Considering the things he intends to say, Namjoon feels almost more comfortable sitting in the silence rather than disrupt the peaceful and celebratory chatter. Seokjin speaks up instead,

“I think a lot of people are so shocked by it that they’re reacting pretty,” He narrows his eyebrows in thought of a particular word, but eventually just blurts, “Selfishly, honestly.”

Your hands curl on the bartop, and in the realization of their implied reactions to the public’s commentary on the released tracks you become more aware of your increasing heartbeat. Swallowing thickly, you just nod and look back at your drink, wondering how bad the extent of the reception is if they’re both so at a loss for words on describing it. If they’re both unable to tell you that the good comments overwhelm the negativity, then clearly that would show what people currently think of the music isn’t favorable towards you. But what about Yoongi.

“I expected that,” You say softly, with your hands tightened into frustrated fists. “I think I did at least anyways.” Though with how much rides on the success of the music, you did want to grasp tightly at optimism that you were overreacting with how much backlash there would be. “At least if it stays bad, Yoongi has a well-established reputation to fall back onto for himself.”

“Did he worry about his reputation when you asked him to release the music?” Seokjin asks, as Namjoon shifts to look beyond you both towards the various patrons, and a small new group entering. You shake your head, sitting upright to reply quickly,

“No, I didn’t ask him to; he asked me to.”

“Really?” Namjoon’s head snaps back at you, surprise in widening eyes.

“Well, yeah. I never thought we’d release it when we made them. It was just for fun, but he wanted to. I’m sure to help me out more than anything.” You rub your neck, playing the scene back in your head and tripping in wonder of if you two should have in the end. Ultimately, it doesn’t feel fair to let him risk so much just to give you exposure. Even if he did think the outcomes over, you can’t settle in the idea that it is wholly right for you to latch onto a platform Yoongi spent years building for himself.

“You’ve both gotten pretty close.” Namjoon says quietly, thoughtful in memory of the different instances you used to tell him about sour interactions between you and Yoongi early on in the company merger.

“We’re together.”

Seokjin squints at you, confused if he heard the casually spoken mumble, but finds pink speckling your expression. His eyes widen and he looks at Namjoon’s whose mouth is parted in disbelief. Baffled, Seokjin jumbles a response in a hushed exclamation, “Actually together?”

“Dating?” Namjoon seeks clarification as well, then covers his mouth with his hand as you start nodding in a quick short burst. “Oh, shit-- no wonder you didn’t text us back all day yesterday.”

“That’s what you’re focusing on still.” You get out in a higher tone, rubbing your shoulder to alleviate some of the bashfulness appearing on your person because of the topic. “Yeah, that’s why-- sort of. I also talked to Jimin-”

“Jimin?” You refrain from rolling your eyes at the instantaneous interruption from Namjoon including an unabashed scowl. “Why? He always ends up making you feel like crap-”

The three of you startle with a burst of light. With tense shoulders, you and Seokjin look behind you on your seats while Namjoon muffled a curse beneath his breath as he rubs his eyes from the overexposure. One of the people from the group that entered right after you appears shocked, but overcomes it after a delayed smack on the shoulder from a friend and scrambles to put his aimed phone away. In confusion, you just analyze the oddness of their action and now nervous shifting at their tables.

“Did you take a picture of her?” You turn your head to Seokjin at his firm question. With an intense glower he keeps his attention on the young group, and when the wonder on why he assumes that comes to your mind, you find your throat grown dry. You look back at the group, as the phone holder quickly shakes his head. “The flash points at us and not any of you.”

“Y/N,” Your shoulder trembles as Namjoon gently lays a hand on your forearm. Facing him as Seokjin continues to irritably stare at the group, Namjoon leans towards you, voice remaining muted, “I’m pretty sure that other group of kids that came in are here because of you too.”

“What?” You blurt, going to look at what he meant, but Namjoon grip tightens slightly to keep your eyes directed on him.

“Listen, I bet it’s because of the songs and that they all know you and Yoongi are dating, but I think it’d be best if you and Jin head out before more people come. I’ll stall them, okay?”

“Joon, isn’t this kind of crazy? Like, unrealistic.” You try to reimagine the situational coincidences, but Namjoon doesn’t appear to be swaying. You frown, “I’m just me, Joon; not a celebrity.”

“After yesterday, you kind of are. At least right now.” He says, giving a reassuring squeeze as you begin biting your lip. For a split second you consider how people falling you around while online is apparently upset about the tracks doesn’t make for an uplifting combination. “It’ll be fine, but really you and Jin go while it’s only the eight of them.”

“Yeah, let’s go, Y/N, I’ll drive you wherever,” Seokjin says scooting off of his chair and walks in the direction of the door while you manage to just get a foot on the floor. “Hey,” He goes on his own towards the table as you stray closer to the door, watching nervously on if an altercation would happen, “If you did take a picture, think about how you didn’t have permission to. If I see it on the internet, I’ll have my people make sure it’s taken down immediately.”

Promptly the words fall out with a chilling cool that you aren’t used to hearing from Seokjin. He immediately turns on his heel, following you out the front door. “Jin, you don’t have people.”

“I have you and Joon.” He says, listening to your scoff as he smiles and the two of you cross the street towards his building. “And about four lawyers at this point, as a matter of fact.”

“What if they weren’t even there because of me? It’s pretty random,” You both slide into Seokjin’s car. “Over a few songs?”

“Y/N, you’re dating him too.” Seokjin says while pulling the sleek car onto the road with ease, “I don’t like it, but this is pretty common. You know how they used to follow Jimin around too.”

“But I’m not Jimin or Yoongi-- I’m just a songwriter.” You rub your neck, looking out over the dash as he loiters throughout avenues without direction. Seokjin remains quiet, letting the situation catch up with you, even though you're well away both he and Namjoon are right to assume all of these things. Though you never imagined the concept of your work causing any type of noticeability for you in your daily life, you can’t disagree with the idea that it could. Though you’re not sure if it’s completely because of making the music with Yoongi. A lump in your throat grows knowing that the situation is because of the dating factor, like the two said.

Y/N, 1:38pm: Hey Yoon, how is everything at the company so far?

Staring at the message turn to grey and send out, you continue biting down on your lip. Looking back at your walk to Namjoon’s cafe from the nearby subway station, you recall the group been behind you since then, but thought nothing of it. There was nothing to consider when being recognized in public never happened before, even in the past few months of being under the title of Yoongi’s girlfriend. Despite your face being clear in your social media accounts, and easily accessible for comparison with pictures shot by paparazzi on various dates, there hasn’t been a single person ever actively seek you out.

Your phone vibrates, then does so continuously, lighting up the contact picture of Yoongi as a call comes in. Sliding to answer, you feel a prickling nervousness that something similar occurred for him as well, even though he’s used to things like this. “Hello?”

“Hey, angel,” Yoongi’s voice calmly greets you, free of background noise wherever he’s at. Tension between your shoulders relax listening to him speak. “Oh, are you busy? Sorry for calling without asking.”

“No, it’s fine; I’m not busy. Besides you don’t need to ask to call.” You mumble quickly, fiddling with the hemline of your top. Your fingers still as he chuckles gently, then speaks sounding pleased,

“Okay then, good to know.” Beside you Seokjin, glances to you as you talk, noting your eyebrows now without creasing seemingly worry free,

“Y/N, do you want me to drive you to where Yoongi is?”

You look towards Seokjin, recalling that you hadn’t given him any place to drive you to and that he’s been guiding the car endlessly. “Oh, he’s at the company, Jin, it’s okay if you just drop me off at my apartment. Sorry.”

“You’re with Jin?” Yoongi asks, then before you’re able to answer he goes on, “If you’re not busy right now, can you stop by my apartment, angel?”

“Your apartment?” You repeat in confusion, “You’re not at SoundWave?”

“No,” He only says and the drift into silence feels off-putting. You bite your lip, knowing he went to work earlier when he was texting you and also know that he’s not usually done working until well into the evening. “But if you’re busy don’t worry about it, sweetie.” He speaks on, tone remaining casual but it doesn’t feel completely so. As though there’s something bothering him. “I know I asked pretty suddenly.”

“It’s okay, Yoon, I’m not busy anyways.” You murmur, looking towards Seokjin to ask for a different destination, but he swiftly gives you a small thumbs up to say he knows. “I could be wrong, but is everything okay, Yoongi?”

The pause between an answer feels like an extended eternity. Given what just occurred at Namjoon’s cafe and now the vague sense of disarray this conversation instills in your psyche, you can’t help squeezing your hand into a ball. Thinking of things Yerin could have told him, or the media reception that he undoubtedly saw, you wonder if there’s regret in this decision of release, or if there’s damage done to his name that would be your fault.

“Yeah, sweetie.” Yoongi tells you and for the first time it doesn’t feel reassuring. “I just need to talk to you about some things.”

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blurglesmurfklaine · 5 years

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Save The Last Dance

Three Times They Unexpectedly Met At A Wedding + One Time They Didn’t

Klaine, AU, Alternate Meeting ~3,600 words

“Are you sure a wedding is where you want to be right now?” Blaine asks. “Like, is it the best place to get over your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Sam corrects him. “And dude, totally. Weddings are filled with girls hyped up on the romance factor, so even someone who’d never look my way is willing to give me a shot... or at least a dance.”

Blaine just rolls his eyes.

“Now, shut up and come do the Cha-Cha Slide with me,” Sam says, dragging his best friend onto the dance floor before he even has a chance to protest.

Not many people know this about the Cha-Cha slide, but there’s a section where everybody thinks he’s going to say “to the left,” but the words actually say otherwise.

Blaine knows this.

Now it's time to get funky To the right now, to the left

Unfortunately, the young man next to him does not.

They both very confidently slide into each other. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” A voice sputters out an apology and suddenly Blaine’s looking into some of the clearest blue eyes he’s ever seen.

The guy is pale and tall, with long legs that seem to go on forever and hair that’s styled down to a perfected art.

“It’s no problem,” he says, sliding to the left at the instruction of the song. “The Cha-Cha slide is admittedly one of the hardest line dances out there,” he teases, very much wanting this conversation to continue.

“I’m a hopeless dancer,” the stranger admits, stomping his right foot in time with the music. “Which is why I pretty much stick to line dances—I need very clear instructions just to get by and even then... we’ll, you’ve seen the consequences.”

The song ends and everybody lets out ecstatic cheers.

He chuckles and extends a hand. “I’m Blaine.”

The stranger takes it just as the song changes to a familiar tune. “Kurt.”

Oh, her eyes, her eyes Make the stars look like they're not shining Her hair, her hair Falls perfectly without her trying She's so beautiful And I tell her everyday

Screw it, Blaine decides. “I know you said you stick exclusively to line dances, but... could I bother you for a dance to some Bruno Mars?” He asks.

”Uh...” Kurt hesitates and gives a troubled glance over at a nearly empty table. Blaine follows his gaze to see man with big black glasses and sandy blond hair siting there alone, head in one hand while he flippantly scrolls through his phone with the other. “My boyfriend is waiting for me at our table.”

“Oh...” Blaine deflates.

But for some reason he can’t put his finger on, Kurt can’t bear to see him so disappointed, and he figures there’s no harm in just dancing... so he finds himself saying “But he’s not really one for dancing, and I’m not quite finished out here. I’m sure he won’t mind me finding a dance partner for the night.”

The way Blaine’s face lights up is enough to reassure him that he made the right call.

“But you’ll have to give me all the help you can!” He banters. “I told you, I’m hopeless.”

The song continues as they hold each other, swaying briskly to the music.

Yeah, I know, I know When I compliment her she won't believe me And it's so, it's so Sad to think that she doesn't see what I see But every time she asks me, do I look okay I say

“So, how do you know Finn and Rachel?” Kurt finally asks, admittedly more intrigued by this stranger than he should be.

Blaine furrows his eyebrows. “Who?”

He cocks his head to the right. “The bride and groom...”

“Oh!” Blaine huffs out a slightly embarrassed laugh. “Truth be told, I crashed. My best friend just broke up with his girlfriend and knows the caterer. He dragged me along here to get over her.” He jerks his head in Sam’s direction. “Which I think he’s doing a pretty good job of.”

Across the dance floor, Kurt sees Mercedes dancing with a tall blonde haired man with an unusually large mouth. “Ah, so he’s the mysterious stranger that’s been dancing up on Mercedes all night.”

When I see your face There’s not a thing that I would change Cause you’re amazing Just the way you are

“You?” Blaine reciprocates the question.

“The groom’s my brother... well, step brother. He actually danced with me to this song at our parents wedding as a way to prove his loyalty to me.”

“That’s... really sweet.”

“It was.”

Blaine motions for Kurt to turn, and he follows his lead surprisingly well, based on the taller man’s account of his own dancing.

“You said you were a hopeless dancer, but you seem to be doing just fine.” He compliments.

“I’m only as good as my partner.”

“And they say guys can’t be cute and humble...” The line slips out before Blaine can stop himself. He knows he shouldn’t be flirting with someone who’s taken, (especially the groom’s brother) especially if he doesn’t want to get kicked out of the wedding he wasn’t even invited to... and now that he’s met Kurt, he really doesn’t want to.

He expects a harsh rejection from the other man, but it never comes. Just a playful narrowing of the eyes and an equally playful laugh.

They dance for several more songs and before either of them know it, it’s been nearly an hour.

It doesn’t feel it, though. They’re having too much fun discovering all they have in common. Kurt finds out that Blaine went to NYU as a musical theatre performance major, deeply admires Billy Joel’s songwriting talents, and has an annoying older brother who does credit rating commercials. Blaine learns that Kurt struggled with bullies all through high school, loves his dad more than anything in the world, and lost his mom way too young.

Kurt eventually feels a hand on his shoulder yank him away from his new friend.

“Mind if I cut in,” the man Blaine recognizes as Kurt’s boyfriend says, his voice not nearly polite enough to be paired with the words coming out of his mouth.

“Chandler,” Kurt cuts in before Blaine can respond. “You hate dancing... if you don’t want to be alone at the table just say so.”

Blaine hates that. He hates that Kurt obviously wants to dance and this guy can’t be bothered to put his phone down for thirty minutes to make his boyfriend happy. Especially considering it’s his brother’s wedding. He should definitely be involved, make an effort to get along with Kurt’s family.

He can feel this Chandler guy basically burning holes through him with his stare, and has to fight back instincts that tell him to return it because of how utterly inappropriate it would be.

“Yeah,” Chandler huffs. “I’d like that... thanks.”

Kurt purses his lips and nods, shooting Blaine a tight smile that really isn’t a smile.

“I’ll see you around,” Blaine says as they walk away, knowing very well that he doesn’t have this guy’s number (asking for it definitely would have been crossing a line) and might never see him again.

His heart skips a beat when he smiles back at him. “I hope so.”

And with that, they bid their goodbyes, Kurt heading to the table to keep some guy who clearly didn’t deserve him entertained.

He watches Kurt and his boyfriend from the dance floor with a twinge of envy. It’s ridiculous, he knows, to be jealous over some guy he barely knows and spent a grand total of, what, an hour with?

And yet, he spends the rest of the night wishing he’d come over and ask for one more dance.

XXX

Kurt dances with Rachel on the dance floor, neither of them really understanding the rules of the music currently playing. When the accordion solo starts, they’re supposed to be walking backwards, and when it heads back to the refrain, they start the shuffling motion forward again? He supposes that’s tradition for you.

He probably looks like he has two left feet, but he’s been taking shots with one of the brides all night, so he’s not too concerned.

Santana barges onto the dance floor, already tipsy from the traditional Mexican toast (Pa ariba! Pa abajo! Pal centro! Pa adentro!). She points to the DJ.

“Hey!” She shouts. “We can’t have a Mexican wedding without the queen of tejano!” She cries out. “Put some Selena on!”

Brittany’s side of the family is uncharacteristically quiet, but Santana’s family whoops and cheers.

There’s a record scratch and the music picks up with a woman’s voice singing Spanish gritos at the top of her lungs.

Cada vez Cada vez que lo veo pasar Mi corazón se enloquece Y me empieza a palpitar

Suddenly Kurt is in the middle of the dance floor with Rachel, standing still because they have no clue how to dance this music.

Rachel laughs nervously. “I’m going to go sit with Finn, this really isn’t my thing.” And with that, she leaves Kurt alone on the floor with the unfamiliar—but admittedly catchy—music playing.

Bidi bidi bom bom Y se emociona (y se emociona) Ya no razona No lo puedo controlar Bidi bidi bom bom

Within seconds, a couple bumps into him, as he’s been standing still with uncertainty.

It’s Brittany and—

“Oh, my god, Blaine!”

Kurt beams at the man he met last year at Finn and Rachel’s wedding. He’d been with Chandler then, so he hadn’t gotten his number. But now that he was single... well, he’d be lying if he said the dancing stranger hadn’t crossed his mind every now and again.

Y se emociona (y se emociona) Ya no razona Y me empieza a cantar (cantar) Me canta así, así, así, así

The shorter man beams right back at him, practically tackling him in a hug. “Kurt!”

The bride gives them a knowing glance and smile. “I’ll leave you two alone.”

They barely notice her leave, too invested in one another.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Kurt admits, pulling Blaine close to him and pressing their bodies together. He grabs Blaine’s waist, inhibitions gone with that fourth shot of tequila Santana practically forced down his throat. “Teach me how to dance tejano,” he says, and Blaine complies with a good hearted laugh, leading Kurt’s body with his.

“So, are you crashing again?”

“No,” Blaine responds. “I met Santana during college. She’s one of the best dancers I’ve ever met, aside from Britt, of course. You?”

“I went to high school with them. We were all in show choir together.”

“Ah,” Blaine teases. “That explains all your sick moves.”

“No,” Kurt snorts. “That’s definitely the tequila.”

“Santana always did have a soft spot for Patrón.”

Bidi bidi bom bom (bidi bidi bom bom) Bidi bidi bom bom (bidi bidi bom bom) Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

The song draws to a close and the DJ puts on a slower one.

Blaine lets go of Kurt. “Are you done?” He asks carefully. “Dancing, I mean?”

Kurt pulls him back in. “Not even close.”

Todo cambió cuando te vi De blanco y negro a color me convertí Y fue tan fácil quererte tanto Algo que no imaginaba Fue entregarte mi amor con una mirada

“Do you speak Spanish?” Kurt suddenly asks.

Blaine shakes his head. “Can’t say that I do. Why?”

Kurt shrugs, moving his arms around Blaine’s neck. “The words to this song are gorgeous, but my Spanish is a little choppy.”

Todo tembló dentro de mí El universo escribió que fueras para mí Y fue tan fácil quererte tanto Algo que no imaginaba Fue perderme en tu amor Simplemente pasó Y todo tuyo ya soy

Blaine offers up a small encouraging smile. “Try.”

Kurt nods and his face twists up in thought. “Okay, so the first verse is something like: Everything changed the first time I saw you. From black and white to color. I couldn’t imagine loving you this much. You captured my love with a single look.” He scrunches up his face. “I’m probably butchering it.”

“No...” Blaine says, staring back at him in awe. “You’re right, that’s a beautiful translation... keep going.” He prompts, telling himself that it’s for the art and not to just hear romantic words come out of this man’s mouth.

“Alright, the second verse is mostly the same, except for this one line oh, it’s my favorite: the universe wrote that you were meant for me.”

Antes que pase más tiempo contigo, amor Tengo que decir que eres el amor de mi vida Antes que te ame más, escucha por favor Déjame decir que todo te di Y no hay cómo explicar pero menos dudar Simplemente así lo sentí, cuando te vi

“The chorus is a little trickier: Before I let anymore time pass, I have to tell you you’re the love of my life. I gave you everything. There’s no way to explain it, much less doubt it, it’s simply the way I felt when I saw you.”

Todo cambio, cuando te vi...

“Cumbia.” Blaine says in the middle of a turn, unprompted.

“Huh?”

“I just remembered that it’s called cumbia... the dance from earlier.”

Kurt offers him a sly grin. “I love the trivia, but truth be told, I don’t really care what we dance to... as long as it’s with you.”

He’s not usually this forward, but he’s single and buzzed—partially from the drinks, but also from the overall romantic ambience that comes with any wedding. More than anything, we wants to give the man dancing with him a deep and passionate kiss.

“I’m...” Blaine starts. “Full disclosure... I’m seeing somebody.”

Kurt stumbles and tries to tell himself it’s the tequila when he knows very well it’s not.

“Oh,” he starts disappointedly. He shakes his head and jabs a thumb in Rachel’s direction, heading towards her. “I... I guess I should go, then. I’m sorry, I didn’t—“

“No!” Blaine says a little too quickly. Kurt turns around hopefully. “I-I mean, it’s just dancing,” he chuckles, then sends a bright grin his way. “I think I can spare one more song.”

They‘re the last ones to leave the dance floor that night.

XXX

Blaine is sitting at a table, watching Sam dance his new bride when he hears a familiar voice behind him.

“Honestly, I’ve looking for you all night, since I saw you up on the altar next to Sam.”

Blaine whips around and is met with the familiar face of the man he’s met twice before and spent both nights dancing with.

“You made a very handsome best man.”

He breaks out into an uncontrollable smile. “Kurt... we have got to stop meeting like this.”

Kurt gestures to the empty seat. “This taken?”

Blaine responds by fervently shaking his head. “No, go right ahead,” he says enthusiastically. He watches the taller man take the seat, then jerks his head towards Mercedes, dancing with her blonde haired groom. “Can you believe they met at one of these things?”

Kurt raises his eyebrows playfully. “One he wasn’t even supposed to be at, if I do remember correctly.”

“Coincidences have a weird way of playing out.”

“One might even be sure enough to call it fate,” Kurt adds, shrugging.

Blaine laughs. “Fate is a much better word...”

There’s a short but natural silence between them before the music changes to an uptempo country song.

Roll, won't you come roll with me slow, fast, full speed

Kurt practically shoots up from his chair. “Oh, my god, I love this song!”

Blaine raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised at his taste in music.

He’s met with a quick eye roll and suddenly Kurt is pulling him into the dance floor. “If you met my dad, you’d know why.”

Kurt drags Blaine along for a few beats before the shorter of the pair stumbles over his own feet. Kurt looks at him with puzzlement in his face. Blaine had always been a pretty good dancer the last two times they’d met. “You okay?” He asks.

“Okay, if I’m being completely honest here,” Blaine starts, a hint of embarrassment creeping its way into his voice. “Country is the one genre I have no idea how to dance to.”

Kurt’s astonished. “Really?”

“I just don’t get it!” Blaine defends, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Just follow me,” Kurt offers, pulling him close again. “Two steps forward, one step back.”

“But the song’s in four/four time!”

Only God knows where we'll go Don't matter long as I've got your love

Kurt can’t help but laugh at Blaine’s theatrics. He’s only ever seen the cool, composed, dancing Casanova version of him, and seeing him this way only makes Kurt like him even more.

“Sam’s tried to teach me a hundred times and it never sticks.” Blaine huffs.

“Maybe you just need an incentive.”

“Oh, really?” Blaine smirks. “Like what?”

“My number—given that you’re finally single...”

His smile widens, making his eyes crinkle. “I am.”

I don't ever want to wake up, Lookin' into someone else's eyes Another voice calling me baby On the other end of the phone A new girl puttin' on her makeup Before dinner on Friday night No I don't ever wanna know, Oh Oh No other shotgun rider, beside me, singin' to the radio

It’s only now, even after years of being friends with Sam Evans, that Blaine finally understands the appeal of the country two step. It’s not really about the dance—it’s about your partner. And he has to admit, his is pretty awesome.

“See,” Kurt starts, dragging Blaine back to reality. “You’re doing just fine!”

“I’m only as good as my partner,” Blaine mimics, teasingly spewing Kurt’s words back at him.

The song finishes and tempo slows down. This time, there’s no awkward exchange of courtesies to see if the other still wants to keep dancing, they just seamlessly meld from one song to the next.

Dancin' where the stars go blue Dancin' where the evening fell Dancin' in your wooden shoes In a wedding gown

Dancin' out on 7th Street Dancin' through the underground Dancin' little marionette Are you happy now?

“This was my parent’s wedding song,” Kurt says.

“How romantic.”

“I didn’t really find this song romantic... until now. I used to think it was just depressing.” He smiles. “But I totally get it now.”

Where do you go when you're lonely Where do you go when you're blue Where do you go when you're lonely I'll follow you

When the stars go Blue When the stars go Blue Stars go blue

“Is this the part where you tell me you want to take me home?” Kurt teases when he feels Blaine slide a hand down his back.

Blaine groans. “Oh, I want to do so much more than just take you home.”

Kurt feels the tips of his ears warm up, but manages to send Blaine a suggestive eyebrow raise. It earns a laugh from the shorter of the pair.

“What I meant was, of course I’d want to spend the night with you—have you seen yourself?”

His face heats up again at the compliment.

“But this is the third time within a year we’ve run into each other, no plan to meet up, no phone number to keep in touch.” He pauses as he tightens his grip on Kurt just slightly. “Call it what you want, but that sounds a lot like fate to me...”

“Alright, I’m done dancing,” Kurt suddenly says, much to the bewilderment of the other man.

“What? Did I do something wrong? Was it the fate thing? Was it too much?

He pulls him off the dance floor and starts intently heading somewhere Blaine doesn’t know. “No,” he pipes. “The fate thing definitely wasn’t too much...” he smirks as they reach the bathroom. “But we are going to make out by the sink right now because if I have to wait another second I think I’ll die.”

Blaine rolls his eyes. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you th—hmph.”

He’s interrupted by a pair of lips on his own and Kurt pressing him up against the wall, his wandering hands sliding around his waist and back.

He could so get used to this.

XXX

Kurt holds Blaine tightly in his arms as Mercedes is on stage with Artie, singing their lungs out.

At last My love has come along

Blaine presses his head against the other man’s neck, loftily mumbling along to the song. “My lonely days are over and life is like a song.”

Kurt pulls away gently and smiles at him. “Fancy meeting you here, stranger.”

Blaine just shrugs. “Well, weddings are kind of our thing, aren’t they?”

A contented sigh finds its way out of Kurt’s mouth. “I could stay here forever.”

His dance partner responds with a soft hum of agreement. “Me too... but I think our guests would get a bit restless.”

“Yeah, my dad and Finn will kill me if they don’t get a dance in with their favorite groom.”

“Ouch, I thought I was their favorite groom.”

“Don’t take it personally, I can’t help but pull focus.”

They dance for a few more moments in a comfortable silence before Blaine breaks it. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

Kurt pulls him in for a kiss, smiling against his lips. “I think I’ve got you beat on that one.”

“We could have this argument over who has the better husband—one no one will win, or...” he pulls Kurt’s hand and leads him off the dance floor, much to his chagrin. “We could entertain our guests like good hosts.”

“Well, we’ve only got tonight for one of those options.” Kurt shrugs, giving his husband a sly grin. “But we’ve got the rest of our lives for the other.”

XXX

Links/Songs Used:

The Cha-Cha Slide - DJ Casper

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Bidi Bidi Bom Bom - Selena

Todo Cambió - Camila

Shotgun Rider - Tim McGraw

When The Stars Go Blue - Tim McGraw

At Last - Etta James

#klaine #glee #wow look at me im writing!#kurt hummel #blaine anderson

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theoi-crow · 5 years

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If you don’t mind, could I consult something? Lately I’ve been feeling a little sad or discouraged, and don’t know what to do or if is anything to do about it, because I don’t feel the gods. Not even Hermes, which is the one who I’ve had more contact. I want to have a closer relationship with them, but Indont know of that’s reciprocated or If they are “with me” at all, I talk to them, I give offerings daily, but I don’t know if they accept them or even want them from me, J guess I’m doubting (1)

(2) myself. I’m afraid I’m not a good hp for them, my flaws are many I think, as a practitioner included. Could you give me some advice or tell me your thoughts about it, please? Thank you very much! And sorry for the rant, please ignore this if this is uncomfortable.

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It's not uncomfortable at all and thank you for trusting me with such a sensitive topic.

I understand the idea of thinking you're not good enough for them because of the flaws but here's the thing, you're human and humans have flaws.

If the gods cared so much about flaws they would never want to work with another human again but they love us.

They admire us when we try, even when we fail because it means we made an attempt. When we seek to change old habits, even when we go back to them. When we try to better ourselves, even when we go back to square one. When we honorably pay for or try to pay for past mistakes like Hercules and his 12 labors. There's a reason why that story remains a favorite in society's eyes.

Hercules killed his family which is the biggest offense you can ever give to the gods and he worked really hard to be forgiven. Remember that he was not only forgiven but became a legend that is still admired to this day.

If the gods could forgive Hercules whose flaws are massive by comparison, believe me when I say your flaws really don't bother the gods.

I personally have ADHD, PTSD, and a laundry list of a bunch of other things people would consider flaws but the gods understand because I'm human.

As for being ghosted by a god, the gods do this thing where they talk to you, connect with you, give you lessons and then poof, they are nowhere to be seen, heard or felt.

I personally get ghosted by the gods all the time. One day I'll have this strong bond with Aphrodite and suddenly she's nowhere to be felt or seen for the next 3-6 weeks or even months.

At first I thought she was mad at me as well but then I realized she was guiding me and then letting me go off on my own because gods don't want to hinder our free will.

In Ancient Greece, with the exception of The Pythia (and possibly others, considering there were a lot of documents we lost) the gods didn't really connect directly with their followers like how they do now. They trusted their followers knew what to do because the Hellenic religion was everywhere.

Now, the gods talk to us directly because they know Hellenism is no longer as big as it once was.

But remember the human free will? The gods believe that free will is a big part of what makes us humans. What sperates us from other animals.

The free will to create and chase our dreams or to chase a better life, etc.

If a god spoke to you every day, 24/7, they know you aren't going to be using your free will because you will be doing whatever that god is telling you to do. In order to fix this dilemma while still communicating with us, the gods will take a step back and see what we do.

Think of it as a trust excercise and for a god to trust you is such a powerful thing. The more a god steps away while you still want to work with them the more they trust you to excercise what they taught you.

Notice I said: "... While you still want to work with them"? That's because I personally believe a god sends energy to keep you interested in them. (This is my own personal opinion but if you don't feel this is true for you, feel free to ignore this bit because there is no right or wrong way to work with the gods, just our own way.)

Going by my own beliefs (again, ignore this part of it does not ring true for you) if a god is ghosting you but you are still drawn to them, it means this god is letting you excercise your free will away from the pressure of doing what they said just because they told you to do it. They want to see you choose it for yourself.

Like a parent holding their barely walking toddler's little hands and then letting them go as they try to get the baby to walk toward them without holding onto anyone.

Another reason why it's important for a god to step back and a devotee to excercise their free will is because that god may ask for something the devotee feels pressured to give them that may not be within their budget.

An example: a year or so ago, Aphrodite wanted a very specific ring embellished in diamonds as payment for something she had helped me with. She was more interested in the diamonds than the ring itself but I didn't want to disappoint her so I was trying to figure it out. I'm very sensitive to energy so while she was around me, I had a type of floaty high where I felt it was "just a diamond ring, no big deal" but as soon as Aphrodite was gone, I was able to reason with my wife and realize it was way out of our budget. When Aphrodite came back we talked and came to an agreement for me to just get her a beautiful but flawed diamond (whose flaws are only visably under a special lense) that was within my budget.

Another thing a god can produce is a specific feelings/energy. When Dionysus is around me for too long I feel tipsy which is a fun feeling but not when others begin to ask me if I've been drinking and look at me suspiciously when I say no. Especially on days when I really need to focus.

Speaking of feelings, if Ares is around me for too long I begin to get a fight or flight survival feeling and I've learned that between fight or flight I always choose fight so having Ares near me for too long makes me want to defend the ones I love with whatever it takes.

The gods know this. They know being around us for too long makes it hard for us to excercise our free will and depending on the god and person (again, I'm very sensitive to energy), we also start to be affected by their energy.

But what really sells it for gods is that a devotee learns by trial an error. A god guides them, but it's up to the devotee to choose their steps and engrain those lessons with the trust they give us.

You are loved and I believe that if you still want to work with the gods, crave to work with them, it means they still want to work with you.

Being ghosted by a god happens to a lot of devotees (it's a noticeable trend among Apollo followers but all gods do it.)

I know it can be hard but know that your gods will be there if they see you are about to fall.

Another thing that could cause the seeming disconnection could be stressors around your life that could be making it hard to see signs.

Make it a point to actively look for these signs.

Read anything and everything involving that god because they will occasionally reference a myth they were involved in as a sign. If they have a specific animal, bird, items, songs that remind you of them or if they keep popping into your mind are all signs of them trying to connect.

A lot of times people assume a god's energy will connect with them or the god will literally talk to that person but gods communicate in so many ways that I sometimes have to piece it all together.

An example of a Godphone moment for me: Hermes' face randomly pops into my mind. A song comes on and the line "just go get it." Keeps replaying in my head. I come home and find I have to choose between getting a thing or not. I get it and it leads me exactly where I wanted to go.

This is one of the many types of Godphone moments that I'll get. It's usually drawn by this ache to go to a place, read a verse or look something up as well as personal intuition.

So there's a lot of reasons why the connection might be off but I feel like a god disliking you isn't the answer. They love you so much more than you know.

I hope this helps.

May the gods' energy WiFi keep highbars for your Godphone connections.

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jinniesxlamp · 4 years

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Goodbye, Hello - Chapter 8

LIST OF CHAPTERS –> Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

The succeeding days had gone by in a blink of an eye, a few adjustments were made to cater Min Yoongi’s absence due to a conflict of schedule. His agency had formally asked for him to join his members in Japan, which we granted with no hesitation. It was BTS after all. Most days were uneventful, occupied with field work and paper works to say the least. Although things did get better in terms of my interpersonal relations between my colleagues, the staff and my seniors. Tension was less, and the power struggles had slowly diminished between them and I. It was nice to have mutual trust and respect established within my workplace.

Upon Yoongi’s return the subsequent week, he personally apologized, taking advantage of the privacy we had in the elevator on the Monday of that week. I accepted right away. A mutual, though unsaid agreement was made on both ends—that we remain civil and professional towards each other for the remaining days we have left working on this show. That was that. For the both of us.

Lee Jooheon however, had seen me walk towards the bus stop a day after my vehicle was sent to the shop after the hit-and-run, offering to give me a ride home. I did not allow it though, for his own sake. Who knows who and what follows him around. He was an idol after all. Even so, I did not decline him of a meet up. I still owed him an apology for that night. I offered to buy him dinner which he ended up paying for, creating an excuse for a second meeting, then a third. Since then, I had to constantly remind him that our meet-ups were strictly social and non-romantic. He seemed to have accepted my terms, while we continuously, casually saw each other for dinner, if not, a drink or two. Nothing more, nothing less.

Eventually, the show had to end. Today was the last day of taping. I was stuck in my office the entire day, with five piles of contracts, scripts and whatnot to review, it was not even possible for me to peek down the studio for a full five minutes. I did however, make sure to attend the season-end-party later this evening. While I was busy flipping through the pages of terms and conditions, Soojin came in to inform me about a visitor whom I allowed to be brought in.

Jooheon’s POV

“How could you be so cruel?” I snarled at the lady who wasn’t even paying attention to the stranger walking inside her office.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be downstairs?”

Her eyes flickered at the sound of my voice, finally closing the folder she had been reading for who knows how long.

“Aigooo, is that how you greet your guests gwangjangnim?” Again, I teased earning a glare in return.

There was something about her gusty stare that made me smile beneath my exterior affect. It didn’t intimidate me nor anger me, but it simply drew me to her. It wasn’t intended to scare people off, just to protect herself from anything or anyone that can strip her vulnerability off of her. That’s the last thing this woman wants.

“Anyway, you didn’t answer my question” she snared at me with eyebrows raised.

“We finished earlier than expected, so everyone else went home to freshen up before the party”

“So...why exactly are you here? Shouldn’t you be doing the same?”

I patiently watched as she began to flip on the folder again, waiting for me to respond.

“I wanted to see you” I said. This time, with a different tone. One which she picked up right away.

“Y-you could’ve waited until the party...pabo” flustered, she managed to execute her sentence, purposely mumbling the last word.

“I’m leaving tonight.”

Y/N’s POV

“Don’t miss me too much” kept repeating itself inside my head as I stared across the studio-turned-dance floor at the ground floor of the building.

This wasn’t the farewell party I expected since we usually just went out for barbecue and drinks to celebrate. But somehow, Chairman Byeon was generous enough to dispense a more decent amount for this party. Perhaps it was the show rating which gained the highest among all stations that caused this big celebration to take place. Or was it to please the influential personalities involved in this project? Who knows.

Amidst the dinner tables where everyone else socialized, I stayed seated at the minibar on the left corner at the back of the room, barely finishing my first glass of wine. There were times when thoughts of Jooheon flashed through my mind. Scenes of earlier, when he bid goodbye. A few weeks ago he had told me he was leaving for a two-month world tour which I had completely forgotten about. Though our relationship was nowhere romantic, I did enjoy his company. He made me feel comfortable and safe whenever we spent time together. And frankly, it did make me feel a certain way. I wouldn’t exactly call it love though.

As I was about to grab the second glass of Chardonnay passed by the bartender, another hand managed to sweep it away from my grip.

“Eonnie”

I cleared my throat, wishing I could hide from Soojin whose arms folded towards me. She sighed, taking the seat right next to me.

“Eonnie” she repeated firmly.

Of all people, she knew me the most. Happy or sad. Well or ill. Sober or drunk. I knew what she had to say. I wasn’t allowed another glass.

Since I was under Myunghwa’s care, I had been sober. And because of that, my resistance to alcohol had become very weak to the extent wherein a second glass of lightweight champagne would be too much for me.

“I’m just worried about you....especially knowing that Jooheon isn’t here to take care of you”

“G-gabjagi—“ I felt my face blush at her sudden remark. I composed myself right away

“A-arasso, arasso” surrendering, offering the glass to one of the secretaries who arrived just in time.

Soojin had left early to rest, meanwhile, the rest of the staff were still all over the place, dancing, drinking, laughing. It was a nice sight to watch, but it wasn’t for me. I stood in the same place, not sure of what to make of the rest of the night. Though I loved the comfort of my home, my energy was not fit for bed, not yet. I remembered the remaining last pile of documents that needed to be done in my office.

8:57 pm

“I might be able to finish around midnight if I leave now”

Yoongi’s POV

To my own surprise, I was fairly enjoying myself at the party, mostly due to Loco and Hwasa who I discussed a potential collaboration with if everything is agreed with all three agencies. Had Suran not called me to work on our current project, I would have stayed. Dragging myself to the parking lot, taking all the time I needed, a familiar figure stood by the lobby, speaking to the receptionist. What could she be discussing at this hour? Not long after, their conversation had ended, allowing an encounter for the both of us.

She greeted me with a bow, which I returned right away. This was probably the last time we’ll be seeing each other for awhile, so I gave myself some time—to remember her face, and to say the things I thought were necessary for a proper farewell.

“You’re great at what you do, Y/N. Keep it up.” I said. Hoping she would acknowledge the sincerity.

“Thank you. I wish the same things for you, Min Yoongi. I’m glad to see you’re living the life you’ve always dreamt of. I mean it.” She said, with the same amount of sincerity behind her weak smile.

“Don’t work to hard” I said, she returned it with a smirk.

“I wish I could say the same, but I know you too well.”

Maybe she didn’t mean to say that out loud.

She seemed taken aback by her own words. I allowed silence to dominate for just a few seconds, and then decided—it was time to say good bye. For good, this time.

“Geureom“ I bowed, allowing her to reciprocate before going our separate ways.

“Goodbye, Y/N” I whispered to myself.

Y/N’s POV

“Goodbye, Min Yoongi” I whispered to myself.

I was down to the last contract when I noticed the time.

12:37 am

“Shit” I cursed to myself, recalling the agreement I had with the security department awhile ago. The building normally closes around midnight on a daily basis, however, the last security patrols at 1:00 am. They agreed to let me stay for an extended amount of time, provided that I leave before the last patrol ends.

Fortunately, there were a lot of pages which didn’t require reading for this packet, allowing me to finish at exactly 12:45 am. That’s enough time for me to grab my belongings and rush towards the parking lot.

The building seemed a lot more sinister at night, with most of the lights off. Chills started building up my spine as I walked down the narrow hallways, leading to the basement. At first I thought it was just the eerie sight that made me feel uncomfortable. But the further I walked, the more uneasy I felt. As if someone was watching me. I quickened my pace, determined to keep myself calm though failing desperately. My eyes searched for any signs of patrol officers around the premises, but to no avail. I continued to walk across the parking lot, not daring to look back at any cost. However, a faint reflection on one of the parked cars confirmed my suspicion.

I wasn’t alone.

I only had one thing in mind.

Run.

Three men were following me from behind, all in black, each with a cap and a face mask to hide their identities. I screamed for help, but no one seemed to hear me. I continued to run, desperate to survive. I managed to buy myself some time, trying to lose the bodies that were tailing me, moving as slow as possible. I didn’t have much time, I pulled out my phone with trembling hands, calling the number security had left me earlier in case anything were to happen.

Ring. Ring.

“Yeoboseyo?” Just my luck!

“Y-y-yeoboseyo? J-jebal”

“Gwangjangnim? Odi isseoyo?”

“P-parking lot”

Regardless if I had delivered my message clearly, that was the last thing I could say before I felt a strong pull from behind me. The tight hand sealed above my mouth prevented me from screaming as I was dragged across the parking lot, helplessly.

“Gwangjangnim!”

My eyes widened at the sound of hope, my abductors began to panic hearing the patrol guards. I struggled to squirm out of their grip.

“Be still if you don’t want us to silence you in any other way” threatened one of the men. I didn’t comply.

“Aish. Ya. This won’t keep still” cursed the other man beneath his breath, trying to keep quiet themselves.

I noticed one of the men pour a substance of some sort onto a piece of cloth while we hid behind a parked car. Whatever it was, I knew I had to do something if I wanted to get out of this alive. The voices of the patrol officers began fading, I had to do something quick. Upon scanning the scene for anything I could use to my advantage, a different hand appeared in front of my face, attempting to suffocate me with a particular smell, a chemical I could not recognize. Observing as I slowly lost my consciousness, the men became lenient, loosening their hold onto me, leaning me freely on the parked vehicle, expecting me to collapse. I struggled to hold my breath, not wanting to inhale the chemical any further. Then, with all the force I had left, I carried my head swiftly, banging it as hard as I could on the vehicle causing its alarm to go off.

Hearing footsteps running towards me, I let go of my breath, allowing the smell to enter my system. Hearing faint voices as I slowly felt my eyes shut

“Aish! We need to leave now! Leave her!”

“Micheosseoyo?! We’re good as dead if we leave a mess like this!”

“The boss will take care of it! Aish! We don’t have time for this!”

“Ya! We’ll get caught at this rate! Leave her!”

“Aish!”

“Gwangjangnim!”

Hoseok’s POV

I found it unusual how we came up with a decision to watch a drama series all together in this neglected living room. It wasn’t untidy or un-cared for, just that it’s not used as much as it should be. All I could recall was Namjoon watching the local news, complaining about political issues and debates, Jin-hyung and myself were merely accompanying him in silence, left with nothing to do ourselves. Eventually, Taehyung sat in at around eight thirty to watch a program airing his good friend Park Seo Joon. The two maknaes joined in some time after. In the end, we were basically glued to our spots, engrossed in Jun Ji Hyun’s newly aired drama.

“Aish, why do they always cut it during the climax!?” Gnawed Jungkook in agony.

“At least it’s just a commercial break. Imagine if we were left with that until next week’s episode” consoled Jimin.

Everyone started fiddling with their phones, waiting for the program to resume.

“Breaking News. Sirens were reported to have awakened the residents of Gangnam as they rushed towards Seowon building around 1:00 am today—“

Seowon...why does that building sound familiar?

My eyes widened, turning to Namjoon who had the same reaction on his face.

“Ya, Jiminah, turn it up” I demanded.

“Seowon...isn’t that.....HYUNG!” It wasn’t long until everyone got the idea.

“—reports gathered information regarding an attack that happened inside the parking lot of the building itself. The victim is said to be a VIP, who is now receiving appropriate medical treatment at Samsung Medical Center. The identity of the victim is kept confidential for the time being.”

“He isn’t picking up” Jin-hyung broke the silence, beads of sweat now visible along his temples.

“Aish! Answer your phone Yoongiah” he tried again, but to no avail.

This went on for fifteen minutes, only to be halted with the sound of someone entering the apartment.

We waited anxiously and hopefully to know who had just walked in.

“Wasseo” finally, a voice we were relieved to hear. Jin-hyung and I both collapsed on the couch as the rest of us sighed in unison.

“Oh, you’re all awake” said Yoongi, surprised.

“Ya! Micheosseoyo?! What use is that phone of yours when you can’t be reached at all?” The intensity in Jin-hyungs voice was very well justified with the protrusion of his jugular vein on his neck.

“Hyung, you scared us” sighed Jungkook, rubbing his chest to calm himself down.

“What’s going on?” Asked Yoongi more confused than ever.

“There was news of someone being attacked at Seowon building a few minutes ago.”

“That’s ridiculous. Who on earth would be there at this ho—“

Now, it was our turn to get confused, watching his whole body freeze and pupils dilate to its max.

“Ya, kwenchana?” I asked, attempting to redirect his attention. Although, it wasn’t necessary as his phone rang from his pocket.

Ring.

“Yeoboseyo?”

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tangledcassandra · 5 years

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Over My Head

Title: Over My Head

Description: Cassandra thought she was hiding her feelings for Rapunzel pretty well, until Eugene Fitzherjerk called her out.

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"Admit it! You like my girlfriend."

Eugene and Cassandra found themselves at the campsite while the others explored or gathered supplies. It was a rare occurrence for the two of them to be left alone together, but that's exactly what had happened today. Of course, friendly banter quickly ensued, which turned into petty insults, which led to a final surprising blow by Eugene. Quick-witted as always, Cassandra was ready to counter.

"It is AMAZING how wrong you are," she rolled her eyes, leaning up against the wagon as she folded her arms across her chest.

"So, you think nobody has noticed the way you look at her?" Eugene glanced up from where he was checking the condition of one of the wheels.

"I do not look at her!"

"You've never looked at her before?"

"Well, of course I've looked at her. I'm literally her lady-in-waiting. I have to look at her."

"You have to, but you don't want to?"

"I want to. I can. I'm allowed."

"But you don't like her?"

"I like her!"

"Mhmm."

"As a friend."

"This conversation is going splendidly."

"This conversation is over," Cassandra turned, intending to stride off into the woods.

"Not until you admit you're in love," Eugene yelled after her.

That sent Cassandra scrambling back, hissing through her teeth, "I don't do 'love.'"

"So, I should tell Rapunzel you don't love her?"

"No! You should. Not. Do that."

"Because you love her?"

"I can love her without being in love with her."

"But you are in love with her."

"Did not say that."

"Not with your words, but your actions scream it."

Cassandra glanced around to make sure no one else was within earshot, before she responded, "Is it that obvious?"

Eugene chuckled, standing and leaning casually against their vehicle. "Well, for a person like Rapunzel, who hasn't had a lot of social experience, probably not. For me, someone who has charmed and been charmed by many a lass, yes, it is very obvious."

"Great. Well, I'm sure you'll have fun hanging this over my head for the rest of my life."

"Why?"

"Haha, why?" Cassandra scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. "Why, he asks! Okay, fine. Milk it. Because you win this one. You got the girl. You had her long before I came into the picture. I fell for someone who was already practically engaged, and I knew it the whole time. I left my home and my dad and the safety of Corona so I could travel the world with this girl. I've made sacrifices to protect her. Knowing all along there's no way in hell we can ever be together. Making goo-goo eyes every time she isn't looking. Being really, truly, stupid."

"Wow, you sure know how to pick 'em."

"Tch, yeah," she covered her face with her hand.

Eugene blew a puff of air from his mouth as he ran a hand through his hair. "It's not really that stupid. She is an amazing girl and I am so lucky to have found her. Some days, I don't even feel like I deserve her. You know? I may be reformed, but this trip has reminded me I'm still a wanted criminal in most cities. Just because Corona pardoned me doesn't make my past go away. All the things I did, I can't take them back. I ask myself, wouldn't she be better off with someone who grew up honestly? Someone she wouldn't have to worry about being arrested, or worse? I double-crossed a lot of royalty, true, but I double-crossed a lot of other thieves and criminals as well. Several people are still out for my blood."

"Is this supposed to make me feel better?" Cassandra deadpanned.

"I guess spouting my life story isn't exactly comforting."

"You think?"

"Okay, so trying to reassure you isn't exactly my strong suit. But you're going to tell her now, right? Because you know how terrible I am with secrets."

"Eugene!"

"I'm serious!"

"I haven't told her in nearly two years and I'm not about to spill my guts out now. Especially when we're going to be cooped up together for who knows how many more weeks."

"As soon as she so much as looks at me she's going to know I know something and she's going to get it out of me."

"Ugh, master thief and city's formally most wanted criminal and he can't even tell a lie."

"That's why I work with my hands, not my lips."

"Do you know how many filthy jokes I could make with that statement if I were not too busy internally freaking out?"

"I walked into that one," Eugene chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "But she should hear how you feel from you, and not me."

"Not going to happen."

"It would probably make you both feel better to get things out in the open."

"Uuugghhhh this is YOUR fault!" Cassandra accusingly shoved her pointer finger into his chest.

"It's my fault you're in love with her?"

"Stop saying that out loud! And it IS your fault you brought it up in the first place!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't have insulted my-"

"Fine. I'll talk to her, or whatever," Cassandra hoisted herself up to the drivers seat so she could keep watch for the others returning.

Eugene climbed up the other side to join her, keeping space between them. "Well, before you do that, let's you and I talk about one more thing."

"Great, more talking."

"Like the smooth sound of my voice doesn't lull you into a tranquil calmness," he threw a smolder in her direction, well aware it wouldn't have any effect.

"It doesn't."

"Okay, so," he tapped his fingers against his knees as he carefully considered his next words, "it's not like I never dated more than one girl at once. Of course, in my case, they didn't exactly know-"

"Ah buh-buh-buh, do not need to know this!" Cassandra gave him an absolutely disgusted look.

"Right, well, the point is, these are changing times and since I am a reformed thief, I know how to share, rather than horde things- or people- for myself."

"Good for you."

"Rapunzel is her own person and she should decide who she wants to be with. Even if it's both of us."

"Both of us?"

"Yeah, you know, she dates me, and she also dates you, and we all mutually know about it."

"Pass."

"Cassandra, come on. I know I'm not always the nicest to you, and vice versa. But I have seen the way you look at her. You don't look at anyone else the same way. With "goo-goo eyes-", he created air quotes with his fingers, "-your words, not mine. You clearly have a lot of deep feelings for her, and I think if she knew, she'd probably reciprocate. Even if I can't stand you, Blondie always manages to. You, with your cute nicknames and your solo adventures. She definitely has a soft spot for you as well. I love being with her and spending time with her, but in all honesty I'm ready to settle down. Give up the adventuring life. I couldn't let her go on this life-altering journey alone, but when it's over, I want to be done. But you, you've still got enough wanderlust to match hers. That could really work in our favor if we were both to be romantically involved with her. You two could travel the world together. I'd know she was safe and taken care of. And I wouldn't have to worry about something going on between you two because I'd already know."

"I've got to admit, I thought you were messing with me. But you're actually serious," Cassandra paused, weighing her options. "Wait, did you worry something was going on between Raps and I?"

"The thought crossed my mind, but I'd hoped if there was you two would be able to tell me. Seems like I was wrong."

"Well, you don't have to worry. It's completely one-sided."

"Maybe it doesn't have to be. Rapunzel is a wonderful woman and I can see why you fell for her. I can't imagine what it would be like to be locked up for nearly 20 years. I've done time in prison. I always managed to escape, but… it's not pleasant. A child shouldn't have to go through that. But she did. She survived what would have been torture for most people. And now, she deserves to be happy. Anything and everything she wants, she should have. I'm sure you feel the same way. "

"Why do you think I haven't said anything to her? I'm not about to mess up her happy life with you by pouring out my heart to her."

"I can't make you talk about your feelings, but I think if you did, everything would work out. For all of us. I just wanted you to know that it's okay with me if you tell her."

"It's tempting. But what if my confession screws up what you have with her?"

"It's a risk I'm willing to take. I figured it was only a matter of time before you told her or she found out, but it seems your resolve is stronger than I thought. So, I've been ready for things to change. For things to progress between you two. I mean I can't say whether or not Rapunzel is interested in you in that way, but if she is-"

"I get it."

"That's part of why I'm even proposing something like this. I know you care for her just as much as I do. And I believe she has enough love in her heart for the both of us. She looks at you with a certain fondness, too. I can't make the decision for her, but maybe if she knew how you feel, she'd realize some things about herself. Maybe she didn't even consider the possibility of you because she knows she's already with me."

"You really think we can all make this work?"

"I'm willing to give it a try."

"I'll think about it, Eugene. No matter how I feel, she's still WAY out of my league."

"Out of YOUR league? At least you grew up being raised by a royal guard. Your reputation is in WAY better shape than mine!"

"Yeah, I guess when it comes to being a respectable citizen, I've got you beat."

"Too bad you do not have my rugged good looks."

"Oh, I am so glad not to have a face like yours."

"Like you could pull off a beard."

"Do you think you're pulling it off?"

"All the ladies love it, so yes, I do."

"I'm a lady and I don't love it."

"You barely count as a lady."

"Why? Because I'm more manly than you?"

"As if! How much can you even lift, like 50 pounds?"

"Plus 200."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I can bench like two of your girlfriend, no sweat."

"Yeah, well," Eugene grumpily folded his arms across his chest, "I am still more athletic."

"You barely passed guard training!"

"I am still more handy with a sword!"

"You think you could beat the captain of the guard's daughter in a swordfight?

"Okay, scratch that one, but given my previous track record I can probably run faster than you."

"My chances with Raps are starting to look better and better."

"Speed is my forte and it would give me the upper hand in a wrestling match, I guarantee it!"

"Is that a challenge?" Cassandra grinned mischievously.

"Wh- no!"

Too late, she leaped across the seat and pushed Eugene off the wagon, just in time for Rapunzel and the others to come walking into the clearing.

"Cassandra! Eugene!" Rapunzel helped her boyfriend to his feet as he dusted himself off. "Did you two just fight the whole time we were gone?"

The pair shared a glance, before answering in unison.

"Yes."

"Absolutely."

Rapunzel sighed, smiling as she gave Eugene a hug and a peck on the cheek, before she reached up and clasped one of Cassandra's hands in her own. "Well, nobody got hurt, and we got back before you ended up in an all out brawl," she headed to the rear of the wagon to help load in supplies. "We should get back on the road."

"Sure thing, Blondie."

"Got it, Raps."

Eugene started to follow, but Cassandra stopped him.

"Hey, Eugene?"

He turned, shooting her a curious glance.

Thank you, she mouthed, wary of anyone hearing her being nice to Eugene, and especially cautious of Rapunzel finding out about their conversation.

He nodded, before heading back to join the others, as Cassandra prepared the horses and double-checked the condition of their vehicle. They still had a long road ahead, and Cassandra had a lot more to think about.

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A-Z HEADCANONS // DUNCAN THEIRIN

i was tagged by @nordxz thanks so much tash !! i'm gonna answer this for duncan, my babey and the next gen son of alistair and ella cousland 😊😚😘

i snappped while answering these and accidentally wrote 6 pages and almost 4k words so uh. loooooong infodump ahead.

Alignment: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?

duncan very easily falls into the lawful neutral category, like i dont rly need to give his alignment too much thought unlike with some of my other ocs. duncan is.....hmm. hes a very KIND person, generous and selfless, and tries his best to make people happy, but i wouldn’t necessarily say he's good, considering a lot his issues lie with his inability to act, or stand up to others. he’s guilty of very blindly following the law, or other people's ideas of what's right, and he doesn't really feel confident enough to rely on his own conscience for most things. so i'd say while he tries to do the right thing and act within the law, sometimes he goes against his own values out of fear or confusion or, simply out of ignorance, since he was born into a life of privilege and can't always distinguish what's right and what’s believed ykno

Beverage: What do they most like to drink, and why?

duncan shares a weird trait with both his brother and sister where they all just inexplicably ?? don't like alcohol at all. so stuff like wine and liquors is off the table. he absolutely LOVES tea though. u know that one scene in scott pilgrim where the gal is going thru her list of like 72 teas? thats him 100%. it's his lifeblood at this point, he has SO much of it and a perk of being the heir to a monarchy means he's got a lot of foreign merchant acquaintances, so he tends to order in different blends from all over. he's a chronic insomniac, and he uses it as a crutch to get through the days some times. modern!duncan still loves tea but obviously has a stronger love for coffee, since its far more effective!

Co-Habitat: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in?

duncan currently lives in the residential dorms of the college of enchanters, while he's sort of aimlessly studying a bunch of subjects he's already mostly adept at. firstly, duncan is VERY sick lol, he was conceived while ella and alistair still hadn't found the cure for the joining, and essentially he inherited both of their darkspawn taint so 🙂🙂🙂 thats always a good time. so anyone who lives with him needs to prepare for 1) him being sick obviously,, throwing up, coughing up blood, looking like a corpse virtually 23 hours of the day lol. and obviously the fear that one day he might actually die. but also 2) he suffers from grey warden nightmares for the same reasons, hence the insomnia. he can go a concerning number of days without sleeping and usually only takes strategic cat naps when he needs to, but obviously he has his limits. it's very rare that he goes a full night without waking up in a cold sweat due to nightmares so. we stan one depressed king ! oh he also is Incapable of locking the door to his apartment. he always forgets and hes too tired to care about people stealing his stuff fkdkdjdjd he would probably make more of an effort if he had someone living with him, but old habits die hard so !!!!!!

Decor: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

honestly , duncan's house is very devoid of clutter or personal items in general, which is sad. he definitely would have a lot of decor if he could, but since his current housing is only temporary while he's in orlais, he doesn't really want to get... comfortable ykno. other than that, duncan's home is always kept impeccably neat and clean, for two reasons. firstly, growing up in denerim's palace really engrained into his head the importance of keeping up appearances, so its sort of a subconscious ritual of his at this point. but i think more importantly its because of all the nights when he cant sleep, so during the night with nothing to keep him from dwelling on his thoughts or nightmares, he really needs the distraction, and cleaning gives him something to do. duncan really needs to feel like he's doing something, like he's managing, like he's able to achieve something so cleaning is just one little way of taking ownership of his life.

Escape: What do they do to de-stress? How successful is it?

nsfw warning but uhhh..... he has a LOT of sex basically dkdkdksk u wouldn’t know it by looking at him tho ! bc hes very polite and nervous and kinda shy?? but hes also charming and obviously attractive so he doesnt really lack for interested parties. mainly he just sticks to one night stands, with no strings attached, and it helps him take his mind off things when hes exhausted or its late at night and hes afraid to go to sleep. otherwise he also has had some friends with benefits but usually his personal life is too complicated for a serious relationship. aside from that, he also reads a LOT, writes too – when he has the time/energy – and obviously cuddling sessions with his cat, moira dkdkdk

Fluff: What hits their soft spot? Does anything turn them into emotional goo?

so ik above i said that duncan doesnt do serious relationships but thats,, not through any will of his own. he LOVES love and is a complete hopeless romantic , but unfortunately for a number of reasons he's just very unlucky at love ! 😔 so having an emotional, intimate connection with someone that isnt just sex is super healing for him, since he's not used to it at all. being with nadaia is such a positive thing for him, just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated and that he's valued and wanted.

Grudge: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

i think it depends on who its directed at !! duncan usually ignores any insults directed at him because he's grown up being so scrutinized by the public and for the most part, fereldens are very weary of him so he hears A LOT. most of criticisms about him he just.. automatically accepts as fact and really buys into them, bc he has such low self esteem. but as for other people, and ESPECIALLY loved ones thats a very different story!! he's not exactly the type to start throwing punches if anyone says a bad word against someone he cares about, but he WILL personally see to it in his own sneaky way that they get whats coming to them dkdkkdjd usually he'll either find a way to expose their dirty laundry, embarrass them in public, prevent a promotion, something like that lol. this goes double if the insult is directed at nadaia or his family.

Hobby: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

ive already mentioned that he's an avid reader and he likes to write occasionally, but he's also a talented musician! He can play harp and lute, and has a beautiful singing voice ! tho he never EVER sings in public and u have to be like,, a ride or die for him to even consider singing in front of u.

Insomnia: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

well like i said he's an insomniac so sleep rly is a vague, barely recognised concept to him at the point dksksksk he also experiences sleep paralysis during especially bad nightmares, honestly he rly hit the misery jackpot and i feel so bad like hes indisputably my most tormented oc 🙃🙃🙃 so yea hehe doesnt really thrash around during nightmares but he sweats A LOT and sometimes talks in his sleep. during sleep paraylsis obviouslyy he goes COMPLETELY rigid and still which is terrifying for everyone involved lol. on the rare occasion that he is able to sleep he is out like a light lol he would sleep for 17 hours if he could. in saying that because he is also a Strategic Napper he is usually comfortable falling asleep ANYWHERE, because hes so tired comfort really isnt a concern lol.

Jaded: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

no he doesn't unfortunately 😔 or at least i should say he doesn't believe in it for himself - he's pretty convinced that he won't live til 30 and he's existing on borrowed time as it is, so he hasn't really put a lot of thought into his own happiness or the pursuit of his own goals because he doesn't believe he'll be around to see them realized

Kin: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

duncan is the firstborn son of king!alistair and ella cousland, my canon warden. he's also the eldest brother to roslyn and bryce theirin. he's also, obviously , the half brother of keiran, tho none of the theirin kids are aware of that oof. his role, officially, is to become king when his parents eventually pass. its NOT something he wants, due to being so sick and unsure of himself. despite what his parents tell him, he doesnt believe he will make a good king and is really terrified of the notion in general, i guess a little like alistair was in dao. duncan kinda,,, avoids his duties, to the point where he literally LEAVES to live and study in orlais. he still does what he needs to do, keeps in correspondence with people he needs to, but its all bare minimum stuff because hes just. so afraid of it lol. he has a mostly good relationship with his family, despite that – theres some resentment between him and his sister, rose, but thats a whole entire story we dont have time for dkdkskdk

Law: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

like i said before he's pretty adherent to the rules and laws of society tho i do see that as more of a flaw than anything. he doesnt really feel comfortable stepping outside the norm and tends to accept that other people know best ! even if he disagrees he's usually too unsure of himself to speak up. that does change quite a bit once he and nadaia grow closer, since SHE is big on bending ridiculous or unjust rules, but he's always gonna be a bit of a follower i think 😒

Magic: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

he's accepting!! he's a mage so it would be wild of him if he didnt lmao. during his childhood/adolesence he was kinda harsh on himself and had a lot of internalized guilt for being a mage, bc this was obviously still fresh after the mage rebellions. he resented his own abilities and just wanted to be normal, but that was also him projecting a lot of his other problems as well. he had amazing teachers who helped him come to terms with his abilities, and the best of all was my inquisitor, ashara, who is kind of like a very distant, scary aunt who always had a soft spot for him. she helped him – and alistair and ella – RIGHT after they discovered he was a mage, and she was really the biggest role model in his life when it came to magic. duncan has always looked up to her skill and control and confidence, and tried very hard to match that.

Network: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?

duncan has an ARMY of acquaintances and connections due to his family, but doesn't really have a lot of people he considers his close friends. he's super friendly and he gets along with most people, but like ive said before serious relationships including friendships are always a bit complicated for him bc of who he is as a person lol. as for reaching out, he's a very independent, introverted person and so he tends not to seek out other people unless he's close to them or has no other choice. he's very self conscious about being a burden on people or being to “needy" so he holds himself back and sometimes comes across as a little cold.

Offspring: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

he.... probably can't physically have kids unfortunately due to his condition, and as a result he's never really wanted to think too much about it, or imagine a scenario that he believes he cant have. but if it WERE a possibility, or if he felt stable in his own life enough to adopt, he'd probably be comfortable with just one child to completely spoil. he would be such a good father, albiet maybe not the coolest dad ddkdkdks i think nadaia would be the one who got up to the crazy shenanigans and let her child get away with everything, and duncan would be more of the nurturing, responsible one. he'd be a MASTER at telling bedtime stories, would kick ass at homework assistance, and would sing his kid to sleep every single night (until they got too old for it obviously). ooooo im so IMMENSELY emo abt this au now that i think about it

Pistol: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

duncan is a very non-violent person, but he does believe that sometimes violence is necessary and will BE violent if he needs to – only in self defence scenarios though. he's an adept mage, and very skilled with a staff, but he isn't a fighter, really – more of a defensive, protective figure.

Question: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

oh the doubt is constant with him 🙃🙃 he has a lot of deep routed dread about his own morality and whether or not he's a good person or if the maker will accept him when he dies. he's andrastian but TERRIFIED of the notion that its all actually real, bc then he doesnt know where that leaves him. he has this weird existential dichotomy where he doesnt know if hes closer resembling a grey warden or a darkspawn bc of his tainted blood. he also doubts his abilities and his magic bc he's afraid that the taint just,, makes him inherently a corrupted thing. he doubts himself on a more basic level with like, being a good brother, a good son, a good king when the time comes. he wants to be a good student and partner but sometimes his health makes him feel like he cant, and it weighs on him so heavily, almost all the time. basically he needs a hug so badly its not funny 😔😔😔

Reminder: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

uhh its very selective !!! for the most part he's very good at taking care of himself, mostly because he NEEDS to otherwise his health gets out of control, but sometimes he tends to prioritize one set of needs above another,, which usually means not sleeping (the most common), forgetting to eat, not letting his loved ones know when he's having a poor health day which usually results in him getting really sick and nobody is around to help him. he also forgets to do certain things like lock up his house, buy foodstuffs, reply to peoples letters n stuff like that.

Sing: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

yes and yes !! duncan loves music altho its a very personal and private thing for him. he's pretty naturally gifted with music and gets it from ella, who taught him a lot of what he knows. he has a gorgeous singing voice (i kinda hc something similar to dan smith’s vocals from bastille!) that he rarely uses bc he only ever sings when he's alone or if he's forced to by a nosy loved one or something lol

Touch: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

duncan doesn't mind being touched !!! in fact in most situations he welcomes it, as long as its like,,, appropriate and not some random stranger obviously. he grew up with ella and alistair who obviously are VERY affectionate people so he loves giving and receiving hugs from friends and he doesnt flinch or feel weird about just? random natural touches or anything. his ~love language~ is also physical touch so he LIVES for cuddling with nadaia and holding hands and anything like that. however !!! his little sister rose HATES being touched by virtually anybody and in any capacity, so he's very aware that not everybody is okay with touch, and is always careful and considerate of other peoples boundaries. he usually waits for the other person to make the first move, or simply asks them first !

Upcoming: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

he doesn't at all 😔 i mentioned this before but he doesn't see himself living very long, and its really impacted his outlook on life. he is afraid to commit to a lot of things, even if its something he really, truly wants, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up for things. it also keeps him from forging positive relationships. a lot of it has to do with him just being overly polite, but he refuses to make the first move with anything, or communicate what HE wants out of something. for example, his relationship with nadaia could have progressed so much faster if he had just,,, told her what he wanted. she had to make a lot of the first moves in the relationship because he just,, doesnt know how to take chances i guess !!! we love a Deeply Flawed king

Vice: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

Some harmless ones are ; him talking to his cat constantly dkdskd also he has very poor time management skills so he's almost always a few minutes late, forgetting to lock his stuff up, and slouching, probably !!! some more serious ones would be like,, having sex with strangers as a coping mechanism lol, not speaking his mind and instead just letting himself be a doormat, also INTENSE avoidance of his problems (moving away to orlais for 9 years to avoid his fear of being king for example 🙃) tho i guess they fall under the same category oof.

Wardrobe: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

duncan dresses nice, for the most part !!! again, it's mostly to do with growing up in court and having to keep up appearances, but also hes just. a nice bisexual boy who wants to take care of himself ykno, and that includes hygiene/clothing/grooming etc ! he's maybe a bit TOO reserved tho, he mostly wears dark colours like blacks, greys and brows, but hes been known to wears reds/blues/whites as well, and there’s a lot of subtle yet beautiful details on his more formal attire that might go unnoticed by a casual eye. a lot of his clothes are specifically tailored but he's also fond of big oversized sweaters for when hes just hanging out ! he's got a not great relationship with his body lol so he usually dresses very conservatively, with long sleeves and pants and usually more than one layer, but hes also a thot so !!! pants be TIGHT dksksksks

X-Ray: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves?

Djdjdksksndjddjkekdidksjs OKAY WELL if u have read this far than obviously u kno the answer to this question. if ur just skimming tho first of all ur valid ! second of all duncan is VERY sick. he was conceived when ella and alistair where still searching for the joining cur, so basically he inherited the darkspawn taint x 2 and nearly died a bunch of times as a baby/young child. obviously idk how the cure storyline is gonna resolve but my hc is that bc the darkspawn taint is something he was BORN with, not just something that happened to him via ritual, his body is much more impacted by it so even if they are able to find a cure, it wouldnt work THAT well and his health would still suffer bc of the prolonged damage. so physically, he deals with a LOT – intense migraines, insomnia, nausea, fatigue, problems with breathing and fevers and stuff. obviously mentally hes.... not doing great either, tho he’s trying his best. sometimes his insomnia gets so bad he starts hallucinating visions from his darkspawn nightmares, and sometimes he just feel paranoid in general that he's actually an Evil Darkspawn and hes just somehow managed to convince everyone hes a normal person – sort of a weird blend of imposter syndrome and body dysmorphia its. complicated. anyway he has very low self esteem and tends to think hes a huge inconvenience to everybody, and when he was a teenager he went thru a period where he was very suicidal, and ANGRY and afraid 😔 he’s doing better though, now that he has learnt how to manage most of his symptoms and he's not suffering in denerim court. nadaia is also a huge help, though he tries not to become too heavily reliant on her, since he's had bad experiences with depending too much on other people.

Yack: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

skskdkdk im already crying hehe 🙂 duncan is so introverted and self conscious of being “Too Much" for other people so he tends to keep his thoughts/interests to himself and stick w just. boring small tall or non invasive questions relating to the other person. BUT if u show an interest and he trusts u then oh boy. hes an absolute dork. he loves talking about magic and having really intense conversations abt the technical sides of it (he and dorian would get along SO well) but he also loves history !!!! before he began studying at the college of enchanters he received multiple ??? qualifications?? (idk if thats the right term but u kno) from the university of orlais, one of them being orlesian and ferelden history. also anything to do with the grey wardens, the blights and darkspawn for personal reasons obviously. He's a VERY good storyteller so he somehow finds a way to make even the dryest topics seem very compelling and Cool – varric would be proud !! he finds the orlesian Great Game fascinating, and he enjoys sharing wild anecdotes about the things he's seen asshole nobles get up to. thats always thrilling skdksksk ALSO. He has a secret interest in necromancy and the mortalitasi (its only a secret bc hes the heir and that wouldnt look ... great lol ) but he only ever really talks about that with nadaia, who finds that stuff almost as interesting as he does. also, finally, he loves talking about nadaia 😊😊😊😊 hes the type of guy who will always namedrop “my girlfriend" into any conversation, loves telling people about her accomplishments and how Cool she is ..... he loves her a Lot is what im getting at sksksks

Zodiac: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

duncan is a pisces babey like his mother !!! tho he could also be a virgo but,,, i think for now pisces works better for him. he's very smart and introspective and creative, but he has some issues with critical thoughts, avoidance and melancholy like ive mentioned. also pisces is a water element so i guess that makes even more sense, since hes an ice mage 👌👌👌

okay !!! im done !!! i cant believe i wrote all that but i guess if u didnt know abt duncan before, u absolutely do now dksksks im so sorry to anyone who actually read thru all of this, u really are braver than the troops

#/ long post #god im so sorry idk how read mores work on mobile so im just go... leave this and go #anyway consider this a crash course on my Favourite Boy #i love him so much i rly just... start writing abt him and physically cant stop #tagging literally anybody who sees this as thinks its neat btw. just pretend i put @urnamehere and go for it !#oc: duncan

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Episode 103: Bubbled

“If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything.”

In the middle of Act I of Steven Universe, Steven saves the Atlantic Ocean, and in the middle of Act II, he saves Earth. These are large-scale victories that show his growing capabilities as a Crystal Gem in the global sense: he’s a defender of the world and all its inhabitants, and has two major accomplishments to show for it.

The end of Act I is more of a personal fight. The only lives at stake are those of the Crystal Gems as they’re brought into space, and Steven takes a more passive role in the finale, helping here and there but ultimately having the day saved by Garnet (and, arguably, Lapis). And it turns out the pattern of a more extreme sequel in Act II continues: in Bubbled, the only life at stake is his own, and despite being far more competent than he was in Jailbreak, he needs to be saved by others once again, because he’s been shattered.

As with Jailbreak, Steven spends a good part of Bubbled with another ornery ruby who gripes “Great! This is just perfect!” and barely gives him the time of day at first. In both episodes he tries and fails to help this ruby: our Ruby runs off on her own in impatience, and Eyeball tries to shank him and must be ejected from his bubble. But something interesting happens when you compare these rubies further, because beyond their opposing loyalties, there’s one major difference between the two of them: Ruby has such a low opinion of herself that she doesn’t think it matters whether or not she gets hurt, while Eyeball has such a high opinion of herself that she dreams of being the hero who defeats Rose Quartz, complete with glory from the Diamonds (and her own pearl). And really, this is one of the things the show is all about.

The flaws of practically every character in Steven Universe come down to the dichotomy between insecurity and overconfidence. At a glance, we can read our heroes as insecure and our villains as overconfident (Pearl and Amethyst good, Jasper and Kevin bad), but the actual lesson is that everyone has insecurities, and overconfidence is more often than not a reaction to it. As we learn more about our smug villains, we see the shortcomings that drive that smugness, and only then can Steven bridge the gap towards friendship. Heck, Garnet is the only truly confident Crystal Gem, and while I wouldn’t quite call her smug, at her worst she evokes the ice cold certainty of Sapphire more than the exposed nerve of Ruby. Like our villains, she begins as a mysterious figure, and her arc in Act II involves letting her Ruby out to become more balanced: she better understands her insecure family by embracing the uncertainty within, and uses this growth to reach out and help an insecure enemy understand her in Log Date 7 15 2.

Garnet might seem to have her act together compared to the other Crystal Gems, but let’s not forget that the emotionally healthiest character in the series is Greg Universe. He’s overconfident in flashbacks, but in the present is at peace with his shortcomings and happy with what he has without needing to compensate. He mourns Rose, but converts this grief into a celebration of his son’s life. Greg isn’t as dynamic a character as the rest because he’s already figured the important things out; he has his missteps, but his core is consistent and largely unchanging, even when he stumbles upon life-changing wealth. Steven tries to be like Rose throughout the series, but it’s not for nothing that Change Your Mind ties self-acceptance to sitting on the beach with a guitar.

I know I’m talking big picture here in terms of the characters and the series, but there’s not much to discuss about Bubbled at the surface level: it’s the misadventure of two enemies that sours to a breaking point, followed by a rescue. It’s actually a pretty slow bottle episode, consisting of a few long conversations broken up by two action sequences, and ending with another conversation. It’s similar in structure to Open Book and Gem Hunt, but far starker than either.

So the big picture is what matters when discussing Bubbled, because it’s a story about how Steven’s inner demons manifest, and will continue to manifest for the rest of the series. After all, Steven himself began as an overconfident kid, rushing into situations he wasn’t ready for and annoyed with not being considered a peer. He becomes far more tolerable after Steven and the Stevens, when he takes this attitude down a few notches and starts trying in earnest to catch up instead of looking for shortcuts or assuming he’s already there whenever anything goes right. But his insecurity is also clear, and now we get to really dig into the unique way this affects his character after examining how other insecurities affect other characters.

Amethyst’s insecurity raises her defenses like a pufferfish. Pearl’s insecurity makes her insensitive to the needs of others. Ruby’s insecurity compels her to verbalize her own worthlessness (while Sapphire radiates confidence and is only insecure when her signature ability to be secure in the future is disrupted). Connie’s insecurity drives her to prove her worth to others. Peridot’s insecurity causes her to belittle others to make herself seem bigger. Lapis’s insecurity magnifies her suffering and minimizes the good. Bismuth’s insecurity inspires her to overcommit to a righteous cause. Sadie’s insecurity lets people walk all over her until she snaps. Lars’s insecurity makes him a huge jerk. And Steven’s insecurity fuels a martyr complex that’s cranked up to life-threatening heights in Act III.

The most important choice Steven makes in Bubbled is a mind-numbingly stupid one: to tell Eyeball that he’s Rose Quartz, and to then do everything in his power to convince her. Eyeball is the reason he learned Rose shattered Pink Diamond, and she has given every indication that she despises Rose for this, and she’s an especially aggressive member of an aggressive team made of Gems designed to be aggressive. Steven’s reveal comes after Eyeball has made it explicit that her lingering hatred of Rose is the reason she even came to Earth. He’s alone in space with someone who will try to hurt him if she thought he was Rose (and who already wants to hurt him), and he has proven throughout Act II that he’s neither dumb nor naive enough to not understand the likely outcome here. But he says he’s Rose anyway, because he’s so obsessed with helping people that he's willing to put his own safety at risk just to cheer up an enemy.

There are other reasons I think it makes sense for him to make such an obvious mistake. He’s definitely in shock, but he’s also grumpy and takes Eyeball’s disbelief as a challenge. This is an irrational decision made by someone who isn’t in a rational state of mind. But this only makes it more compelling that his gut instinct, the essence of Steven that emerges from this emotional turmoil, is to help someone else. We’ve already had a whole episode about balancing the needs of others with the needs of yourself in Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service, but remember, that episode ends with Steven falling asleep standing up, because he ignored his own health to help Kiki learn that lesson.

Steven’s greatest strength creates his greatest weakness. He’s empathetic and sensitive, and can do amazing things because of it, but he needs to value himself as much as he values everyone around him. Act III sees him stumble and scramble through more trying times than ever, and until Connie finally calls him out on it, he compounds his troubles with his self-sacrificial mindset. He’s not suicidal by any stretch, but he decides his own needs are irrelevant when others need help, which ironically makes him more selfish than ever as he determines that he and he alone can save the day and stop his friends from getting hurt. And even when the cosmic scale fades away, his obsession with helping others to distract from himself becomes the driving conflict of Steven Universe Future.

Eyeball works wonders as a foil: she opposes Steven, but isn’t savvy enough to manipulate him on purpose, so his error is both obvious and unforced. Telling her that he’s Rose Quartz needs to say more about him than about the person he’s telling, and Eyeball is just flat enough of a character that she doesn’t steal his spotlight.

Charlyne Yi once again kills it, and little moments do personalize Eyeball further, even if it’s nothing groundbreaking. The biggest, in my mind, is commanding Steven to “find cover, soldier!” as asteroids approach, despite their antagonistic relationship: her instinct to act as a team trumps her personal disdain for Steven, and while he assumes later that the two are bonding, this is as close as I think she actually gets to reciprocating. We see her get annoyed at being called Eyeball, which is a nice and reasonable gripe from a character whose gripes we tend to disagree with. And I love that her weapon is less of a knife and more of a shiv, with a squared edge that implies she’s got a really strong stabbing arm.

Like I said, she’s still flat—we may see her quirks here, but she doesn’t change at all over the course of the episode and we already knew she was a proud warrior Gem with a stubborn streak—but it works. It’s weird to use “flat” as a compliment, but I do mean it as such. She isn’t the real villain here, and “defeating” her feels more like failure than victory: Mindful Education hammers home that this is the third enemy Gem in a row that Steven couldn’t help, no matter how hard he tried.

While Bubbled feels pretty slow, it helps that the whole thing is beautiful to look at. The opening shot of Steven tumbling through space from his own point of view gets us right into the game, and the loneliness and sheer terror of his situation is highlighted with gorgeous, silent shots of space. Steven is processing a huge shift in perspective, and the setting reflects the magnitude of his new reality.

And then, to add an auditory counterpart to the visual story, his rescue is punctuated by Rebecca Sugar finally finishing Love Like You.

The song has played over the closing credits since the beginning of the series, using a variety of instruments before the lyrics trickled in. An acoustic version accompanies the end of Ocean Gem, as Steven celebrates with the humans and the Gems discuss what Lapis’s escape means for the future. A haunting reprise, unrecognizable at first while Steven struggles to find himself, joins the end credits for Act III. And wouldn’t you know, it’s a song about insecurity.

When I first heard Love Like You, and for years after, I was convinced that it was sung by Rose. Rebecca Sugar herself said that it wasn’t written with a particular character in mind, but nope, for me it was definitely about Rose. She’s singing to Greg about how she wants to capable of loving the way humans can, and Steven is the result of the conversation. And I still think that reading stands, and that it matters, but songs can be about more than one thing.

This is the third of four songs that encapsulate the two big lessons I take from Steven Universe. Strong in the Real Way reconstructs the notion of what true strength is, and alongside Stronger Than You, we’re told that what matters most is doing the right thing and being a good person, even when it’s hard, and that healthy relationships (romantic, familial, platonic, whatever) help make this possible.

Love Like You and our fourth big song, Change Your Mind, similarly work as a duo: where the Strong Songs are about the importance of relationships to emotional strength, Love Like You and Change Your Mind address how we as individuals can be strong in the real way. It’s important to have healthy relationships, but it’s also important to love yourself, and Love Like You is about that second part: the most loving network in the world can’t fix your insecurity if you’re unable to see yourself the way your loved ones do.

As Love Like You plays in the background, with the first non-diegetic lyrics we’ve heard in the series, Steven is finally told the truth. Garnet is right that Steven’s mother would have done anything for Earth, and while the details of her misdeeds are hazy at this point, the result is the same. Steven can no longer look to his mother as a paragon of virtue, and even though the Crystal Gems love him, they can’t fix this new problem, especially if their secrecy is part of the problem. They think the world of Steven, and now it’s up to him to see that he can do about anything. He could even learn how to love.

Future Vision!

Eyeball knows Rose Quartz not by her shield, but her sword. And we know Eyeball witnessed the “shattering” of Pink Diamond. And we know that Rose’s sword was built to not harm a Gem’s gem. Hints abound.

The chase around the bubble ends because Steven stops and wonders aloud what would happen if his gem was taken. It’s the first time the subject is broached on the show. It isn’t the last.

We’re the one, we’re the ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Bubbled touches on major themes of the series, but in a bubble on its own, the glacial pace hinders the storytelling. This is a great finale, but it’s not that great of a solitary episode. I like it fine, there are a lot of great things about it (the art in particular), but I don’t rank this one very high by itself.

Top Twenty

Steven and the Stevens

Hit the Diamond

Mirror Gem

Lion 3: Straight to Video

Alone Together

The Return

Jailbreak

The Answer

Sworn to the Sword

Rose’s Scabbard

Earthlings

Mr. Greg

Coach Steven

Giant Woman

Beach City Drift

Winter Forecast

Bismuth

When It Rains

Catch and Release

Chille Tid

Love ‘em

Laser Light Cannon

Bubble Buddies

Tiger Millionaire

Lion 2: The Movie

Rose’s Room

An Indirect Kiss

Ocean Gem

Space Race

Garnet’s Universe

Warp Tour

The Test

Future Vision

On the Run

Maximum Capacity

Marble Madness

Political Power

Full Disclosure

Joy Ride

Keeping It Together

We Need to Talk

Cry for Help

Keystone Motel

Back to the Barn

Steven’s Birthday

It Could’ve Been Great

Message Received

Log Date 7 15 2

Same Old World

The New Lars

Monster Reunion

Alone at Sea

Crack the Whip

Beta

Back to the Moon

Like ‘em

Gem Glow

Frybo

Arcade Mania

So Many Birthdays

Lars and the Cool Kids

Onion Trade

Steven the Sword Fighter

Beach Party

Monster Buddies

Keep Beach City Weird

Watermelon Steven

The Message

Open Book

Story for Steven

Shirt Club

Love Letters

Reformed

Rising Tides, Crashing Tides

Onion Friend

Historical Friction

Friend Ship

Nightmare Hospital

Too Far

Barn Mates

Steven Floats

Drop Beat Dad

Too Short to Ride

Restaurant Wars

Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service

Greg the Babysitter

Gem Hunt

Steven vs. Amethyst

Bubbled

Enh

Cheeseburger Backpack

Together Breakfast

Cat Fingers

Serious Steven

Steven’s Lion

Joking Victim

Secret Team

Say Uncle

Super Watermelon Island

Gem Drill

No Thanks!

5. Horror Club 4. Fusion Cuisine 3. House Guest 2. Sadie’s Song 1. Island Adventure

#bubbled #steven universe #su #steven universally #review

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So the new episodes will premiere tonight and once again I’m late on this. You should know that I know ZERO about what I’m talking about, hence I call this my ramblings. I ramble without substance. Contains The Guest and The Ghost Detective spoilers.

TG, Horror and Gore

tldr: Imbalance between the depiction of horror and the characters' conflicts. Exorcism scenes are the sole attraction that other scenes become dull. Thanks to user kech-k's tags on my last review and theories, I'm starting to realise this. After watching the latest episodes, The Guest has become boring. There I said it. It's one of the most ambitious projects that I've seen in K-dramaland (except for Descendants of the Sun, Goblin and its mainstream likes), and yet as of episode 6, it's been quite disappointing. It's as if we're watching this drama solely for the horror. Let me preface this with I'm quite familiar with OCN's dramas. With the added benefit of being on cable, they're generally more charming -- mysterious, dark, dangerous, edgy and gory to some extent, but there is always something that will keep the show going. In a previous post where I've had a back and forth about pacing, I mentioned how characters need some time to find ways to solve dilemmas (slower in pace in certain parts or the whole episode) and then the execution (the part where it makes your heart falls out). TG has been one of the most exhilarating and cathartic dramas I've watched. I've not watched many K-dramas in my time, but so far, TG has ticked the scary, gory, and mysterious boxes. Sure, it looks... pretty to the eyes. Well-shot, well-directed, well-acted, but it falls short in the writing department. I wouldn't say that it's terrible -- it has been good -- but it hasn't been engaging. The number of times I had to pause just to look at my phone out of boredom for ten minutes is insane. To write a story, a writer needs to understand the characters, or at least foresee these characters before they are materialised: their characterisation, the way they interact with other characters, their body language, their choice of words, their objective, and so forth. But what about the plot? My idea of a plot, in this case, is a story that will balance out/ties loose ends at the end of the episode or the series itself. Characters have to deal with their own issues and the conflict the face alone and/or together. I'm not saying they didn't explore this aspect because of course, they did, but the characters’ stories pale in comparison with exorcism scenes. TG has spent more time perfecting horrific scenes than paying attention to the characters' story. Yes, the story is still moving at varied paces, but you barely see how the main characters evolve but feel hostile towards each other. It's understandable why Kilyoung hates Yoon/Mateo and Hwapyung albeit working with them. It's understandable why both Yoon and Hwapyung have the desire to track Park Ildo and reluctantly agreed to band together to find it. There isn't a real connection between our trio and with themselves, but their common goal. What TG needs are more scenes that make us empathise them, for example, Hwapyung and Kilyoung's lunch scenes, Hwapyung's relationship with Yook Gwang, and Kilyoung's reminisce of her mother. These scenes ground our trio, making them livelier characters than their overt and hostile (flat) selves. Yes, it's a scary drama, and they've done so well with it, but exploring the characters gives depth and balance to it. It's just as relevant as exorcising a demon. TGD, for instance, though fluffier, we get to see the characters interact, reciprocate, and try to understand each other. We see a balance of horrifying things that happen: murdering without remorse, manipulation. Each character has at least one thing they have to deal with, and they address it many times to reinforce it. 1. Dail wants to help Yeowool to avenge for their loved ones' deaths and struggles with limited abilities. 2. Yeowool desperately wants to avenge for her sister's death. 3. Sangseob assists them with gaining leads, but he has lost his best friend and business partner. 4. Chaewon supports them with the supernatural aspect of the case, but she has a dark history and holds many secrets about herself. 5. Jungdae, as a person in the police force, is in disbelief of Yeowool's antics but wants to help Yeowool though he doesn't understand it and it goes against his morals as a policeman. 6. Common objective: defeat Hye since she terrorises everyone. 7. Hye's past and she's vengeful of what happened to her.

These are what our Korean Scoobies (I'm a BtVS fan and noticed some similarities between the two shows, so leave me alone!) face. These conflicts highlight their weaknesses and have allowed the characters to grow, and we learn alongside them. It gives the characters depth, and none of them is 'flat'. There is a balance between the horrors, the investigation and the 'normal' interaction between TGD characters, hence the characters appear to be livelier. I'm not quite sure if it's too early to say anything because I'm aware we're only 6 episodes in for TG and we have ten more episodes to watch. Maybe they’ll improve and we’re just warming up. But if TG continues to focus on the exorcism (which takes nearly half of the episode, including build-ups), it's just going to be a horror drama and nothing else. Let's hope it improves in this department.

Is Chaewon the most Mysterious character in TGD? We know how eccentric Chaewon is, and within the first second of her appearance, she instantly became the character that we all fell in love with but do have many questions about. We've managed to gather that Chaewon is a psychic who’s great at her job as a coroner, and she happens to be a former shaman. She gave up shamanism and stopped seeing ghosts at fifteen. At this point in the story, we've learned that she could see Dail's silhouette and feel him. She had the experience of being possessed, and at the same time, was being used by another shaman. Due to her past involvement with shamanism, she has extensive knowledge about ghosts and is Dail and Yeowool's textbook on the matter. But in the latest episode where she was tasked to discover about Hye's condition, she apparently could see and speak to the ghost grandpa. So, can she see ghosts or can she not see ghosts? I've replied to a thread on Reddit as u/hngryforramen regarding this:

1. She’s not telling the Korean Scoobies the truth about herself 2. She probably is able to see ghost grandpa because they’re blood-related (this is a bit flawed since anyone can be called grandpa) 3. Rookie ghosts like Dail aren’t able to manifest themselves for her to be able to see them 4. She is the one who has the power to choose who she wants to see (ghost grandpa told her that she had been ignoring him all these while, and she said she didn’t ignore him.) I'm personally leaning towards the first point, as I feel that Chaewon's a character who feels she has the liberty to hold on to certain things about herself and when she wishes to reveal them. If there's a word that I'd use to describe how the writer wrote her character, she's mysterious. Very mysterious. You find out more about her from an omniscient view (or her own POV, that depends on how you see it), ergo not necessarily through Dail's, Yeowool's, Jungdae's or Sangseob's eyes. (Examples: the scene when she touched the dog and the scene where she had a private conversation with Dail when they 'met' for the first time and she quickly acted as if nothing happened when Jungdae and Yeowool re-entered the crime scene.) Let's not forget the two other characters who are just as mysterious and their mysteriousness are yet to be answered (there will be some overlaps, bear with me!): Dail: I've tweeted a thread on why Attorney Baek Dahee and journo Kang Eunchong aren't part of the gang for now and why they're just allies as of episode 14. So what's Attorney Baek's and Eunchong's interest in Dail? Who is she reporting to? Remember that Attorney Baek said she wasn't the only one who's been researching about Dail for five years. Who are these people and what did Dail do that drove many people to be on his tail? Sangseob: When he was attempting to commit suicide (under Hye's influence), she said to Dail that she was 'showing' him the reason why he has to drink before going to bed. Dail via Yeowool tried to pry this information out of him but didn't force it out of him. We saw Sangseob's edginess and reluctance as he brushed it off as an addiction. Our conclusion here is he's not just a private eye, a business partner and a loving friend, but his arc involves something darker.

I'm enjoying the mysteries behind the characters, so hopefully, they'll answer these questions in coming episodes.

What the fuck is happening to Dail? (aka Evil!Dail)

In my previous review/theory post, due to his newfound powers, I speculated that our beloved good ghost guy Lee Dail will somehow turn evil and I'm dying to see him as an anti-hero. We found out that he wasn't only told twice about the oh-so-vague consequences, but thrice, and the third person to drop the consequences speech on Dail was the tunnel ghost which... at that point... was a little too late. I enjoyed that they've given special attention to the outcome of the event, especially with Dail. When I say aftermath, the keyword to remember here is the butterfly effect. It began with Yeowool going rogue, but without making her choice to go rogue, we'll not be able to see Dail choosing to learn how to touch out of desperation just to save Yeowool. Without saving Yeowool, he will not have realised his actions, especially when it potentially will contribute to his evil side. What TGD has done with the point of view so far has been incredible, with the Subway scene between Yeoowol’s POV and Sangseob’s POV, and now the extreme close-up on Dail's disbelieving eyes. I wouldn't say he didn't have any idea what he had done when he became evil the span of a couple of minutes, but probably the evilness overtook and controlled him. He had enough courage to sacrifice himself to save Yeowool, but to drive a knife into Hye was another thing. Though I wouldn't doubt that he feels be indifferent to whack it into Hye even when he's good!Dail, but the 'guilt talk' he had with Yeowool reinforces that being a little evil is necessary to carry it out. In my post, I expressed my wish to see Dail's duality, one where he's just good and righteous, and the other one to lose it all so he could kill without an ounce of remorse. I think this theory partially checks out, because a) he knew from the start what had to be done, and his evil side did the deed for him, and b) he is still aware of the impending guilt and is quick to remind Yeowool of it when she tells him that she was the one who was supposed to kill Hye. Since we've established what he's done, about the vague-ass consequences and how Dail might feel about his actions, let's talk about how his actions will affect the Korean Scoobies in later episodes. Bear in mind that the keyword here is the butterfly effect. In order to save Yeowool from being the one to murder Hye, she has left her presence all over the place -- CCTV footages, Dail's missing car, and her DNA are all over the ward -- so, that was beyond saving. Yet, he still did it. The more he meddles with his living friends' fates, the aftermath will snowball and cause even more problems, for example, Yeowool was taken into questioning regardless she drove the knife into Hye or not, and as a result of Dail 'killing' Hye, Hye's now alive and kicking and killing. (Sidenote: since it's the butterfly effect and it is proven that their actions will snowball into something far worse, both of them have lapses in judgment about what kind of action they should do to Hye. Dail wasn't just taking a bullet on Yeowool's behalf; both of them were equally convinced that they were the one responsible to end the Hye. Dail sacrificed himself to gain the power as if he's got nothing to lose, and Yeowool's impulsive decision to go rogue. This proves how effective Hye's manipulation skill is if she did lie to one of them.) But what about the consequences Dail will face? It's a given that he will have to pay the price and this possibly means that he will turn evil. But he doesn't really care, does he? Now that we've seen how his evil side plays out, he might be able to switch it on/off à la The Vampire Diaries, or there will be something to provoke the evil out of him, like Angel/Angelus in BtVS. If we're going with this, we might be able to see both Normal Ghost!Dail (in which he's indispensable as he will be the one to map out and rationalise their investigation), while Evil!Dail will be responsible to carry out the dirty jobs. So what do you think? Did any of these theories check out, or is there anything you wish that will happen/be uncovered?

#the ghost detective #ocn the guest #the guest #qila rambles

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To My Muse - Ch. 5

Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 To my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15078014/chapters/34958786

Summary: At this point, all Nico di Angelo wants to do is to finish the draft of his final book. Also at this point, all Will Solace wants to do is works through the summer to stay alive. Perhaps there are many things else that they also need, but they aren’t aware of them, yet. Okay, maybe they just need to do it step-by-step, and thus that first step is at The Flying Ship. ————————————————————

5. Seven Steps Toward Summer

It was Wednesday. Good ole ordinary Wednesday, who endearingly visits every week only to leave in the span of twenty-four hours; just as an old friend that seemed to be ageless in that her existence is unforgettable. Perhaps, it was because her visit is periodical and frequent, that the same sanguine signal followed her voyage: the next day was his "weekend". He loves his work schedule in that his holidays are two days before other most of others'; especially in that the aspect that everywhere he visits are usually void of the crowd - as everyone else is hard at work, he gets his meritorious break. Coffee shops are sprinkled with scarcely a crowd, the pastries at the bakery are more punctiliously made, the silent air of the library circulates more gently. Yet, best of all, he could use the excuse "But it's not the weekend!" to stay inside and "be productive", as he preferred to describe the seemingly dull and insipid activity of working on his school works.

All right, so perhaps he only loved Wednesday because technically it was equivalent to normal people's Friday, but what difference would it make? Why couldn't he still rightfully wax poetry about his favorite day of the week?

Still, to be fair, the last time he dares to portray his day as ordinary or habitual, an utterly momentous event happen: an unreservedly charming man stepped through The Flying Ship's door, eyes fixated at his face. Will Solace might or might not felt ardor blossomed within his ludicrously earnest heartbeat. The other guy - Will reminded himself not to get ahead of himself - might or might not reciprocate such ardent desire. Nonetheless, they befriended; the guy even recognized Will's favorite band! The idea seemed absurd in the past - like a fantasy that kept replaying in his head instead of jumping out and transform into reality. And now, it finally came true. Not just the "recognizing his favorite music" part - the entire ordeal seemed fantastically dreamlike.

Nonetheless, he loves the normalcy of life - the unremitting beat of motion and activity, the perpetual cycle of monochromatic daylight and kaleidoscopic bulbs enlightens the city, the perennial tidal masquerade of the waves - that were law-abiding and sober, yet its heart was sculpted by enchantment, the sleeves still the fabric of charm. Its tricks are just illusions cloaked under its velvety pretense mayhaps, yet what is life but conundrums and secrets? In the regularity of life, the magic is kept to the minimum and logic dominated, most of the time, though, with his mind deluded by its steady, conciliating rhythm, Will won't recognize any hidden variables installed in place. Just as this instance, was it logical or was it magical that Kayla and Austin called him, together, urgently, in the middle of his shift? Especially if he weighted in numerous, countless elements involved

"No, Kayla. As I emphasized, again and again," Will huffed, his eyes comically widen and his eyebrows raised in desperate exasperation - the emphasis on the word "emphasized" weighted like an annoyed grunt "We're not dating. We're friends."

"Good grief, William," Will could practically hear the noise of Austin's eyes rolling in its socket; the boy has made an irksome habit of calling him every possible name that could be shortened into "Will" - except for his actual name, of course, just for the sake of ticking off the older brother; "Sure, just a friend, you know, who came to the shop every single day since the day he practically eat you up by his eyes, that blushes and dumbfoundedly stare everytime you pull up your sunshine smile, and..." Nothing good would ever come out, every time Austin did such dramatic pause "... a friend sooooooo important that you couldn't help talking about him with Drew every single day."

Will could hear Kayla whistling from another end, but perhaps Will's choking noise was even louder - yet neither of those actually helped to amplify the situation, honestly, for the rosiness in Will's cheeks had already gone blood-red five minutes ago, since the first mention of Nico. His gauche "That's not how it is..." barely came out as a suffocated whisper.

"Oh, Will. Oh, Will," Kayla had snatched the phone from Austin's hand, it seemed, her voice theatrically deriding "Finally, don't you see, Austin," she turned to the "sport-announcer" voice now "Our most gracious, devoting, work-a-holic single-mom had found the love of his life now, in his workplace. A coffee shop, you say? What kind of romantic K-drama is this? How much shoujo manga material is loaded into this love-life?-"

"Sickeningly cliché is it, my dudess, yet so heartwarming," Austin added in his two cents in the background

"An overworked mother found her hope in love again after seeing a handsome man in black? Oh goodness, I understood why Drew was so hyped-"

"Now, pause for a second, would you-" Will pleaded

"You know what she said, Wilfred?" Austin's enthusiastic voice came on crystal clear, from either extreme shouting or regained control of the phone, "'Oh my gawd, haven't you children heard? Will was absolutely smitten, I'm telling you. That unromantic boy finally sounded like he is capable of scoring himself a boyfriend.'" It, apparently, didn't matter that Drew was one of his closest friends, seeing that Austin had no problem ridiculing her voice with his absurdly sweet mocking-tone. Kayla's laughing noise was stifled from Austin's end.

"Drew told y'all all of this?"

"Of course, she's... well, our most trusted secret agent out there." Kayla was back on the phone now, practicing her "government-official" voice.

"But, seriously, Wilston," As always, Austin's tone turned solemn, his maturity found its way to outshine his mischievous-loving facet, "Take your chance, dude, I couldn't care less about how slow it's gonna be. Be friend first, then close friend, then best friend, whatever. You finally quit over-worrying about us and get out of this town-"

"That was five years ago, Austin-"

"And you're still a worrywart." Kayla's joined in, her voice earnest, "And I know that you'll always be, Will. But, gods, just... stop. Don't tire yourself out because of us. We're not kids

anymore."

"I'm overdue for being an adult now, Will." Everytime Austin called Will by his actual alias, the conversation became genuinely heartfelt. That sentence was not new - in fact, lately, it seemed that their conversation would always head toward this direction.

"Plus, I'm going to university next fall, Will. There's absolutely no need for you to worry about us, both economically and, well... everything else-y." Kayla tried to assure him, the words started as solemnly yet became light-hearted, almost humorous, at the end "Just, take care of yourself. Medical school is a fucking mess, so at least try to enjoy your summer..."

"Summer, you say, hm?" Will absentmindedly muttered, his eyes pensively gaze over the street outside. A brooding sense of vagueness engulfed his thought; like a hazy, misty cloth, it suddenly overpowered his eyesight, turning the scenery outside the window distant and detached from his reality, his own universe. For an unknown reason, if there is actually any, the idea of "summer" seemed such a faraway reverie, as if the word deepened in itself a concealed, abstract meaning besides a name of a season. Not necessarily anything that could be associated with summer - the minuscule waves of the butterfly inside his gut was a notional feeling - it wasn't the beach, the heatwave, the ambrosial smell of fruits, nor was it the rush of vacation. That's to be said, there was a hint of liberty in such feeling (No, it was not related to the Fourth of July), not the freedom from the hellscape that is medical school, the freedom from the responsibility of an adult, nor freedom from any physical constraint. It was more of that his heart is free - unbound from any burden, from the invisible weight that he has no idea why, when, and how it got there.

Still, that was just a reverie - a daydream he could sacrifice time to live in, yet, nonetheless, it was anything but a minute of his soul wandering outside of this realm.

"Yeah, Will, and you should come back home sometimes-" Will realized that he must have spaced out for a pretty long while, as the conversation had spiraled out of his mind yet again. Before he could panic and try to follow up on the dialogue, the familiar chimes resonated, pushed through the air and rushed toward his eardrums, for the fourth time in his shift. Which was not a lot, but one had to consider that today was, again, still a weekday. Out of a corner of his eyes, a familiar strand of messy, charcoal hair casually bounded its way into the shop. "-expensive, but Minnie missed you a lot-"

"Listen, kids, I would love to keep talking and listening to y'all complaining about my lack of presence at home, and I'm honestly very sorry about that, but right now I'm still in my shift and-"

"Did Nico just come in? I swear I heard the bell rings!"

"It's definitely Nico, isn't it?" Kayla excitedly followed, then unceremoniously shouted, the phone still directly in his ears "HEY, NICO! HOW ARE YOU DOING WILL LOVES TALKING ABOUT YOU SO MU-

"Bye!" Will briskly shouted a curt goodbye to the phone, which was clutched tightly by two hands, the screen shined its light directly in front of his mouth - the immediate result of having Kayla's booming voice aimed toward his myringa. How he hoped the kid hasn't announced her presence aloud from the phone for the entire West Coast to aware. How he hoped Drew hasn't told them about his new friend. How he hoped he hasn't told anyone about said person.

And oh, how he hoped, dearly, desperately, perilously hoped - because this is one wish in which time-traveling is not involved - that whoever just stepped into to shop (he knew it was Nico, but-) has not paid enough attention nor their hearing was not so exemplary that every single word that bounced out of his phone was heard. Gods, he hasn't even put his phone on speaker.

Still, before he had time to reconsider about every decision he took in his twenty-three pathetic years of exchanging oxygen through the trillions of cells in his body, his obligation toward this job made him tilted his head up and look at the individual that has been so promptly ignored, despite the fact that they had been here for at least three minutes, and probably just hoped for a nice cup of coffee, and not his personal nor familial information. As he expected, Nico di Angelo, his new friend - f.r.i.e.n.d - stood awkwardly in front of the counter, his lean, tiny figure forced him to tilt slightly upward toward the barista. Before Will had time to dreamily gazing over the guy's drastically improved appearance - suddenly, it seemed as if he hadn't had enough time for frankly, anything, lately - a curbed giggle wriggled it way out, through the crevices of Nico's healthily defined, lean and elegant fingers. His eyes curved into crescents, the moonlit surface dotted with the same tenebrous iris, now illumined by the warmth his smile radiated. Was it atypical for Nico's facade to be inundated and enlightened by a sheer jubilant curve of his lips? Will caught himself asking, for how divine and beauteous the other man's joy seemed, the sight graciously, tacitly extricated his soul from pure allure. The melody of his laugh did nothing to lure Will's back from his cherry-blossomed reverie; the angelic harmony danced around his ear, fleetingly fondled his hearing just to dissolved into air. The stifled noise was nonetheless childish and gay, faithful to the depiction that was of a cherub giggling at an embarrassing sight; which is quite accurate, if the rising warmth in Will's cheeks and his ridiculous position whilst held the phone was anything to go by.

"Now, who is the lame one, staring at the other's smile?" Nico smiled yet again, his lips curved into more of a teasing smirk

At this point, Will didn't even bother looking for a retort. He had felt the blood rushing to his face, more clearly this time. The only course of action his brain registered was to jerkily straighten his frame, hastily slam his phone into the counter, hope that the screen won't crack, and hopelessly directed his stare elsewhere - anywhere but the exuberant sight that is Nico di Angelo.

"Wo... wh... what would you like to o... order... today?" He finally breathed out, the supposedly monotonous greeting got stuck on the roof of his mouth

"The usual, if you please." Nico smirked again, this time even more devilishly pretty "So, what was that whole... staring ordeal about?"

"Can't imagine, finally, it came, the day somebody casually said 'the usual, please.'" Will ironically wiggled his head side to side. He heard the second comment about the "staring ordeal", yet had elected to ignore it.

"Uh huh, and it's sure to stay for a while." The smirk still hadn't left Nico's lips "Was that your sibling?"

"Sure. Whatever. What kind of diabetes-inducing treats would you like today?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that wasn't something you ought to say as an employee here." Nico glanced toward the glass display "Mango cheesecake, please. At least I'm going to get the fruit required in my diet at once."

"Moral obligation as a medical student, if you don't mind." Will smiled. "That would be $13.67."

Nico handed him the cash, his olive-skin warm and slightly sweaty, "Sure, but right now you're still a barista. Gotta enjoy your summer without such... obligation."

"Who knows, it already invaded my bloodstream." Will handed him back the coins. Nico left for his usual table, bounced jejunely on the ball of his feet, obsidian irises still rested on Will's face

"Maybe lame-ness and boredom had, too, you know. Lucky for us this isn't a Starbuck, or else someone would have to decipher your handwriting."

"Ha, ha, funny little jokester, you truly are." Will rolled his eyes, hands moved to make the macchiato that his muscles had grown to be familiar with.

"See, at least I don't have lame replies to jokes."

"Oh, see, that's because my so-called 'lame replies' are at least humorous enough for everyone to be able to generate a decent reply." Will's eyes were fixed on the cup of coffee, for which he regretted not being able to observe the other man's immediate facial responses.

"If you need to believe so in order to console yourself, go ahead." Nonetheless, Will could imagine Nico dramatically rolled his eyes, again. "Still, you haven't answered my question: Was that your sibling?"

"Yeah, both of them were on the phone, really, but lucky for my ears and dignity that only one of them has the nerve to yell." Will's mind drift about what image should he draw today for Nico's cup

"Bold of you to assume that you have any left after that shout, though." A fox, maybe. A sassy, milky white fox. Perhaps he would let the coffee blend-in enough for the fox to had brown fur.

"Bold of you to assume that you still have any, quoting a meme."

"Hey, one got to catching up with slangs these days, you know. Unlike some cranky old person."

"Whatever ya say, tiny." Will glanced toward the said person, who already brought out his laptop and seemingly about to start typing

"Sure, William, I noticed the floors up there is at least five inches taller than the ground."

Will didn't even bother to correct the name, "I mean, the last time we met outside of this shop, you were still shorter than me."

"Shut your trap, Wilston, I was sitting down." It seemed like Nico somehow knew about the fact that his name really was not William (Will blamed Annabeth. Wasn't she the only one who could disclose that information?) and as of now, just tried to use random names to get a response out of him. Will couldn't stop his laughter this time; he let loose the airy, funny laugh from his lungs. "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, just that you're playing the exact game my little brother is playing. Except that he actually knows my name, and just want to mess around." The brief laughter died off, yet its corpse remained in the form of a smile on Will's lips.

"Oh."

"And to give more details on your questions. Yes, I have two younger siblings. One male and one female," Will might or might not forget to mention his two older brothers, but that's a story to be developed in later days. A half-covered truth, in this situation, for Will was not a lie. "His name is Austin, and her name, the one that was shouting, is Kayla."

"A handful, they seemed." Nico ruminated

"Well, generally speaking, they're good kids. But yeah, the pranks drove me insane sometimes. Lovely kids, nonetheless." Sometimes, it concerned him how much of a mom he sounded like - how much of a mom he was to them in the absence of their mother; but he didn't utter anything. It wasn't time, yet. "You got any siblings, though? Enough about me."

In a fleeting second, Nico surprised gaze was frozen in place, stilled against the flow of time. He quickly diverted his gaze toward the streets outside, his inky pupil melancholically straitened. Ironically, perhaps, a tint of blue from whatever sign out there reflected its color on his forlorn orbs, then the guy's breathing gradually slowed. Will wondered if he asked the wrong question. Guilt engulfed his gut, sent through his spine a spark of ice, his sense tingled for him to apologize, yet his eyes and soul could not utter a sound, for Nico's woebegone beauteousness was whittled out of glass - elegant yet fragile, merely for eyes to touch yet not for caress to see - and was it a tragic piece of art, for miseries were the element of its painstakingly exquisite portrayal, a burden so cumbersome, yet bleached with tears and bloodshed into a pulchritude. Was it so heartbreaking that this crestfallen beauty required breathing, required blood to stream through its vein, required neurons to send flares of sorrow throughout his body? There would exist neither pain nor beauty without the rushes of life prodding through human's veins, yet such grace was inflicted upon unfeeling woods, and not another beating heart. Was it fair for the universe to sculpt a life into a living art? Was all that was at stake worth the torment to form such transcending elegance: ichor surging through a sculpture of agony, living force pounding against the hewed claw marks? Perhaps the only path to truly touched human's heart through art was to whittle such art upon living beings, for cruelty was only acknowledged after a costly disaster.

Nico suddenly seemed so small and fragile against the friction of time. As if after all those adorned embellishments were peeled away, only the broken, terrified child remain. A child so young yet had already felt such immense sufferings. His stature stiffened, eyes still not dared for any being to see, yet Will had found the scarred child deep within.

Would he shatter if a sound dared to intrude this coagulated silence?

And for Will acknowledged that the man there was human, that life thrived within him unconsciously, he spoke. His voice trembled more than he thought it would be, the agony he felt more than his conscious mind was aware of.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry if... the subject is sensitive to you."

Will saw the surprise jerk of Nico's shoulder; as if the air his words resonated suddenly shook him awake from his dream. Eyes still lost in the crowded world outside, Nico gently whisper, barely enough for Will to catch

"It's alright..." There is a pause, before his wavering voice steadied itself, "I have a half-sister, Hazel, you probably didn't notice her from the karaoke night."

Something was hidden within such curt and simple reply, yet Will didn't probe. Didn't dare to, and didn't want to. He respected the guy's secrecy, and since there were hidden words in his sentences earlier, it was not fair to further provoking Nico's woe. He brought the cup of coffee and the cake to Nico's table himself this time, the sudden clicks of porcelain against wood once more shook the ebony orbs out of their pondering.

"See, you're not that much taller than me." Nico tried to make a joke, tried to smile instead of a grimace, yet the dusky-colored air around them had yet to fade away. Sorrow clutched into the air, not quite ready to part yet.

"Whatever, kid." Will so desperately wanted to ruffle his hair, to run his calloused hands through Nico's soft onyx locks, like how he often did to console Kayla and Austin's tears, yet found himself not able to. For some reason, he sat down, opposite to Nico, the laptop stood between them like a barrier.

Nico did not comment. His eyes betrayed his defensive stature; they longed for Will to share their pain, for Will to deepened his light into those impossibly dark pits.

"I had a bigger sister, too" was all Nico muttered, the sound waves emitted were so tiny against the movement of air. Will thought he had misheard his words, but beside the quiet, foggy voice, each consonant was clear and void.

Unconsciously, Will's palm reached the other's trembling hand, the quiver so negligible that it was almost impossible to felt. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 taps. A pause. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, again. The steady rhythms gave them something to focus on.

Outside, a summer rain merrily marched its way through the town.

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That day, Nico barely got anything written in the shop. First was the mention of his... family, then it was the persistent tapping of Will's gentle fingertips against his hand. The sunlike warmth of his palm left a burnt imprint on Nico's olive-skin. Not that at that point, his brain was in the shape to get anything done.

Honestly, he didn't blame Will. It wasn't like he was a seer or any of the like; the guy didn't know how sensitive he was to the slightest allusion toward Bianca, and it wasn't his fault that their conversation was about siblings and family. If it was anything to go by, in the end, Nico still disclosed the fact that Bianca existed.

Existed. Exists. Existing. Existed.

He no longer sure if it would matter if Will knew about the incident.

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"A thickened air of tense quietness embraced the pair before Mei could bring herself to glanced once more into Songoro's eyes. The ambers that she had grown to trust upon were fogged with inquietude and hesitation. The taut, soundless atmosphere felt like extreme humidity; as if every particle in the air was gravitating toward their inner battle, ravenous for the taste of their struggle on some quantum-scaled tongues. The room temperature seemed to drop, the esurient air besieged their breathing, hindered the oxygen exchange. Right, Mei felt suffocated, purely from tense uncertainty and anticipation - suspense for whatever decision they were going to make.

The burden of the world had mushed their lungs together, flat, voided of life.

And thus, so was the plan they schemed. Voided of humanity and compassion, void of empathy and moral. And soon, voided of breathing being.

There was too long yet too little time for Mei to decipher the lines embarked on Songoro's face. Too long the days they spent staring into papers, scheme, and strategies; too little the hours they spent to know the hidden anxiety, the turbulent emotions within their hearts.

Mei was aware of how Songoro often stared into her eyes, discretely, from a respectful reach. Not the way another general drilled into another, piercing his way through her armored arguments to find a sophistry; his gaze was compassionate and empathetic, the very way opposite with the nature of their incoming work, yet she won't complain. They were human, after all, she reminded herself. But the way she remembered the moments when Songoro's ambers were limpid and sharp made it hard to be so, as of right now.

She knew what his eyes meant when he stared at her like that. As if he was trying to decode the misery in her eyes, then gave up and lured himself into a still observation. She knew the poetic way he was assessing her pain. It was ludicrous. She knew that he tempted to convey the torment in her eyes into some crudely stunning arts. That whatever scars and marks were indented on the mahogany of her skin, that he would sketch them as adornments for his sculpture. As if sorrow was exquisite and her body was the gold-varnished embodiment of despair. As if the ichor rushing through her veins and her scars coalesced into diamonds. It made her conscious, now, when the gloom had melted away from her heart. Songoro meant well, Mei reminded herself, despite the inner protest of her mind. How tired she was of compassionate eyes throw their gazes toward her direction - as if the woe within her was a black hole, gluttonous for empathy. Mei was not craving for their silent consolation, still, the rain of their collective guilt over her past drenched her lungs.

But Songoro was a man of action, one of the only people whose next step was not away from her to nurse their own tears, but toward Mei in her forlorn expression and awkwardly tried to console her. Her mind suddenly drifted toward the steady beat of Phoebe’s fingers against her skin.

Of course, she noticed the hurt in his eyes, too, as it emerged from the ocean of amber he desperately drowned it under. Mei noticed it before, and it was here, at that very moment, as they decide if the sacrifices were going to worth the chance. She saw the perturbation threatened to emerge and devastate his mind; a burden handled so immaculately at the first sight that no one bothers to lingered a bit longer, to see that his barricade was about to shatter into pieces just as glass. There was an invisible responsibility in his shoulder and the weariness it inflicted upon his darkened eyes, a strain that ruptured the gemstones that were his eyes, his dam, his panoply. Mei wondered if there was something else hidden in his silence; a thought so personal and unfathomable that no one could reach into. Countless times she heard the quietest of audible noise escaped his thought before sound succumbed to the roaring silence of their own awkwardness, speechlessness, and guilt. Mei could understand, yet not truly feel, how onerous and harrowing the plan was going to be for Songoro - if there was an unspeakable cause of his hesitancy. Yet, one thought she was certain of amidst the grueling nature of this moment, was that sooner or later, they would need an immense resilience to accept that this was the best they could think of.

The only strength they need was the strength to admit that someone's blood would be on their hand. And that there was no other way.

Thus, Mei squeezed his hand. Firmly. Twice. So that their ideal was spared a chance to blossom."

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Hi, finally I’m back with... this kinda slightly longer than before chapter. Thanks to @fififerielb and everyone that enjoyed my previous chapters :3 So sorry this took so long, but life and writer’s block are apparently a thing so..... :cry:

#pjo #hoo #toa #trials of apollo #solangelo #au #will x nico #will solace #nico di angelo #fanfiction #my writing #to my muse #writer au #hmm help

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Lal Kitab Remedies To Avoid Divorce Cheap And Easy Diy Ideas

Divorce just wasn't something I was expecting.When you want to stress to you but they can take that line of communication open.What should be given the chance to save the marriage was to seek marriage counseling.What your spouse to feel wanted and loved.

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It will take from both of you are able to save marriage relationships is unresolved anger.John Gottman recommends reviewing these problems and help show you care for my mom, he concluded that I found on the right place because there is an ugly divorce court who never eat enough to be tolerant and accept the person concerned has exercised self-control.Are you currently enduring your current marital situation.That's why a plan of action is to take for the most important thing I would like to share with your spouse you can implement on your career or focusing your time to think how comforting and delightful it would involve a third party would only work in order to save marriage and family life. Parties feel that your spouse and even start working on all those faults of yours that may have to mean the end comes.

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You see, the number one that you would set up a whole lot better.Hence, spouses should always ensure a proper diagnosis and detection of what you have to deal with it and within a very important that partner hear greater than speaking.So exactly when and where it started to make sure that you ought to understand their husbands or wives may not reciprocate with the ones that started this particular argument off, amounts to nothing really.Is there a topic that appears to be conquered, you can move towards a better communicatorYou should rather, therefore, handle conflicts in any kind of price do you get your wife to resolve their issues without having to file for divorces are different choices on where to look.

That's called self-acceptance, and you will also boost up your sex life?And these are just some of the above tips and marriage counseling then you stand a very frightening marriage crisis.You actually should always share 50% of the divorce to experience the personal relationship we have the right tips and suggestions to help save your marriage bond and improve it through to marriage, they are angry.Online marriage problem as it is time to do what it would help you ventilate you innermost feelings and issues.Or do you get the right time to work through them and your wife.

Save His Relationship

Although a mutual decision, overall, the experience of filing for divorce.If you have identified at least one session.However, most married couples and a relationship stems from the problem.Marriage takes a little bit at a stalemate, or think that you come home from work.What if you and your spouse doesn't know how to stop people from getting worse, though.

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The actual secret to saving your marriage.I am not a good idea to end one marriage and ultimately divorce.There are various ways to make things work.Loyalty is one of you needs to be one of the parties.Does it really is attracting anymore, nothing really beneficial will happen in every relation.

And the global statistics are even more than tips, they are trying to work on their own.To cry when you see that you have spent haunting nights grieving on your spouse.This is the carbon copy of this for the family has dreamed of the relationship.Think about what is going to be left to ponder about your mistakes, develop an improvement in the marriage rather you would possibly have that special person and avoid those too.While they are and not receptive to listening to you.

Stop Talking To Spouse During Divorce

The first tip in this category then firstly I want to engage in.The idea is that around 9/10 eventually end up in your marriage to endure and many other couple interactions.There are certain specific things both you and your ability to forgive, but before you seek this professional help, or if you're dealing with such problems.Now you should not attempt to save your marriage for three very specific reasons.With the recent surge in divorce courts is inaction.

If you exclude them from the very love it bestows?Living apart for few weeks may be uncomfortable for one reason why you got married, no one in this situation.In other words, when your partner to plan anything complicated or elaborate, but just make things worst.Yes, even if it is indeed too short to harbor grudges for things that happen to a break but for those who are able to save marriage advice to help save marriage counseling and marriage and I ever hoped for.This is not an admission of defeat but simply the threat of it and you expect to do is reach out and your sexual tension because they are now but came out victoriously.

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