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clearlydiamondz · 3 years

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Drug Lords

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Drug lord Erik Stevens have some dealings with his weapon supplier. He makes it known that no one is going to mess with her..

Warning: Smut, cursing, killing,

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(Y/N) woke up at around 2:00 in the morning, her sleep was totally off. She went to bed around 10 but for some odd reason she couldn’t get to sleep. It was messing up her entire sleep schedule. She looked at her phone and saw that she had a text message from the one and only Erik Stevens. He sent a text over a little hour ago. She opened it.

Erik- you up?

She rolled her eyes. It’s been a couple of weeks since she last talked to him. She cussed him out when one of his little hoes had the nerves to hit her phone up after getting her number, saying how she was going to beat her ass when he find out who she was.

Little did she know who she really was...

She knew why he was texting her. It was a Friday night, he was most likely drunk and wanting to have sex. She’s not going to lie, she wanted some dick. And Erik sure as hell knew how to deliver it. She decided to text him back.

maybe, why ?

She grabbed her phone, slipping on one of her over sized T-Shirts and walked downstairs.

At the age of 24, (Y/N) ran her own ring. She moved and sold weaponry and technology to other lords, Erik being one of them. She made a lot of money, and made quite the reputation for herself. Erik respected that.

Erik- I’m pullin up,

She didn’t text him back. She gave him a keycard to her penthouse months ago whenever he wanted to come here and lay low.

She walked into her office, walking to her safe and grabbing her pink weed jar, wraps and her lighter. She walked back to the kitchen rolling a blunt. She heard the elevator coming up, before looking and seeing him step out. He had on a dark grey Nike sweat suit, a pair of white Nike Air Forces, and a black beanie.

“Why are you up?” he asked her placing his keys and wallet on the counter. She shrugged.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you decided to roll a blunt?” he asked leaning on the counter as she nodded.

“Yup, maybe this could help.” she smelled the liquor on him.

“How you get her so fast?” she asked him as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I was on my way when you texted me back.” he said.

‘What if I had someone over here?” she asked him tilting his head to the side as he rolled his eyes, smacking his teeth.

“(Y/N) stop fucking playing with me.” he told her as she scoffed.

“Whatever, I would offer you a drink but you seem a little tipsy.” she chuckled, bringing the blunt to her lips before lighting it. She took a breath letting the smoke fill before letting it out. Erik grabbed the blunt from her taking a puff of it, a longer one than she.

“Damn this is good...” he coughed a bit before she tilted her head.

“So um, why are you here?” she asked him tilting her head to the side. “It’s not very usual that Erik tries to see the girl who cussed him out.” she said drinking from her water bottle.

“Well for one, I wanted to come by and see you. I’ve been texting your phone and you have been ignoring me.” he said as she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah... because I’m mad at you. I don’t need another one of your little bitches texting me.” she said in a matter of fact tone.

“Bruh I said, I don’t know how that bitch got into my phone, dead ass.” he said as she shook her head. “I’m being forreal. We did things a couple of months ago, I’m guessing she thought it was something more. She was over at JJ’s house while we were playing poker and I left my phone in kitchen. I’m guessing she saw the messages.. you know actually I think she saw the video of you playing in ya pussy and thought-” she hit him in the arm as he laughing.

“I’m playin... but I still got that video.” he said. For some odd reason, him still having that video made her feel a little thump down there, but she couldn’t let him know that.

Erik did miss her.. like a lot. Nevermind the sex, he just loved being in her presence. In being without her for the past few weeks without her had a huge tole on him.

“Yeah because your a nasty ass nigga. That’s why.” she said taking the blunt from him, making her way back upstairs him following her. “You’re lucky I didn’t come by and shoot that bitch in her face.”

“Trust me.. you would’ve done been doing us both a favor.” he said. “Also, I want to make a deal with you. Word on the street you got some new weaponry, parts from Stark Industries.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe? Now that Tony is dead, government been trying to move his weapons. Straight disrespectful.” she said walking into her room. He took off his shoes and sweat shirt showing the white tank top, and his scars. “A couple of people interrupted the move, stole some equipment. Sold it on the black market, I got my hands on some of the equipment. It was a hefty penny though. Making sure it couldn’t be tracked, tweaking it and shit. Costed me over 5 million for everything.” she said sitting on her bed taking a puff from the blunt. She was definitely starting to feel the high.

“How much you selling it for?”

“Well, I was able to make different things with it. So, depending on what it is. The lowest price I got so far is 250k.” she said handing him the blunt. He sat down in the recliner she had in her room.

“Damn,,”

“Yeah, I’ve already got people trying to do pre-orders but you know that’s not really my thing.” she said.

“So, will I be able to get my hands on a few.” he asked her as she laughed.

“Oh, your too funny. Just like everyone else, you need to come in contact with my team. Then I’ll see if you can get some of those products.” she responded. He kissed his teeth.

“Sorry, just because you’re the only client that I’ve had sex with doesn’t mean you can just get to me to get access or discounts.” she said. “If I thought with my Punani instead of my head with y’all niggas, I’d be broker than broke. No offense.”

“Yeah, you got a point.” she put the blunt on the night stand before standing up. She walked towards him, throwing her legs over him, sitting down in his lap before he leaned back placing his hands on her ass rubbing it.

“I’m guessing you missed me too.”

“Yeah, I guess I missed your big headed ass.” she sighed, as he gave her ass a slap. She jumped a bit before biting his lip. He forgot that she liked that.

She felt his dick pressing on her. “What you want from me, huh?” he asked her as they smirked each other. His plump lips was pouted and his eyes hang low, probably feeling a little high from the blunt. All she saw was a beautiful ass man, with a face she could use as a seat.

“I wanna ride your face.”

He raised an eyebrow at her as she smiled innocently at him. His mouth started to water at the thought of her pussy in his mouth. It was crazy how sweet she tasted, especially when she came. Tasted like honey and brown sugar.

He placed his hands under ass before standing up and walking to her bed. He placed her down before looking at her. He leaned down grabbing her by the con before leaning in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet and passionate. He really wanted to show her how much he missed her.

As they kissed, his hand trailed up the shirt coming into contact with her clothed wetness. He pulled them off with both hands still kissing her. His fingers found her clot rubbing it. His fingers were cold, she shivered at the coldness and the sensitivity. She moaned into the kiss as he pulled away.

“I’m barely touching you and your already breaking.” he chuckled. He sat down beside her before taking his shoes of then pulling her into his lap and laying back. “Come set that pussy on my tongue.” without a second thought, she lifted her shirt, letting it sit over her ass as she placed herself on his tongue. Without hesitation, Erik had his tongue deep inside of her.

He could physically feel her squeezing himself around his dick making him moan, “Fuck daddy... eat my pussy just like that.” she whimpered out. He gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing one as she moaned.

She grinded her hips, riding his tongue as she threw her head back. He was trying to talk to her, but he had his mouth full.

He reached down, grabbing his dick palming it through his sweats. It was getting painful, and the restrictions of his sweatpants was not helping. She looked back and saw him touching his self before an idea popped into her head.

“Hold up.” she lifted herself off before turning around. She hovered over his face, pulling the band from his sweatpants down. She pulled down the red and black Gucci boxers down freeing him as he winced. She looked at his dick before licking her lips. He was beautiful. Long and thick, pre cum dripping down the sides running down the veins. Within a split second, her lips wrapped around the tip, as her tongue swirled around it collecting all of his pre cum. She moaned at the taste, he always tasted like fruit.

“Fuck.. don’t tease me. Put all of daddy in ya mouth.” he grunted. She followed his instructions before wrapping her hands around the base of his dick. She moved her hands slowly stroking as she sucked him.

“C’mon on daddy, keep eating my pussy..” she encouraged him as he moaned.

“Freaky ass.. I got you.” His lips wrapped her clit, sucking on it as she moaned around his dick. The feeling of giving and receiving pleasure at the same time wasn’t new to her, but her first time doing it, she knew that this wasn’t the last time doing it.

He was big, but she was determined to fit him all her in mouth. And she did just that. His dick was deep in her throat, she hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sent to him as he let out a deep moan. “Fuck baby girl...” he moaned as she smiled. She leaned up, stroking him while rubbing along his hard dick, her spit dripping down to his balls.

He slowly thrusted into her hand as she smirked at his desperation. Finally, she had him like putty in her hands. She lifted up off of him before kissing him. She straddled his hips, his dick slightly rubbing against her pussy, the both of them moaning. She stood up, breaking away from her as she smiled.

She pulled the T-Shirt from her body before he stood up, taking off his clothes. She got down on her knees before looking up at him, batting her eyelashes at him. “You want daddy to fuck your throat. Huh?” he asked cupping her cheeks as she nodded. “No, say it.”

“I want daddy to fuck my throat.. pretty please.” she begged licking the tip as he threw his head bad.

“There you go, beg me. Open your fucking mouth.” he said. Her mouth was open and he inserted her mouth, before thrusting in and out of he mouth. She loved gagging on his dick, and she knew that he loved that sound.

He was talking, but she wasn’t paying attention. She was just focused on the attack on her throat. She snuck her hands down the front, inserting a finger in her wetness before moaning, her eyes rolling back as she fingered herself.

“Yeah, play with that wet ass pussy. I can hear that shit all the way from up here.” she looked up at him, holding his dick in her throat. He pulled out.

“There is no way I’m cumming like that.” he said before grabbing her by her face and lifting her up. He smashed his lips into her, the two of them kissing in sync. “Fuck me...” she whispered. In a swift movement, Erik pushed her on the bed, as she opened up her legs.

The wetness was smeared all on her inner thighs, the center glowing with her wetness as she smirked at him. “Fuck..” he grunted getting in between her legs. He kissed her, distracting her from her. He inserted her as she gasped.

“Shit daddy..” she moaned. Damn she was hella tight. “Fuck your too big.” she whispered throwing her head back. Erik kissed along her neck, to her chin, then placed a kissed on her lips.

“Quit all that, take this dick like a big girl. Ain’t ya first time, so take it.” he said slowly stroking her. Already, she was creaming on his dick.

“Mmm, daddy. Fuck me just like that.” she whimpered out as he smiled at her.

“Yeah.. that’s right. Take this dick in that tight ass pussy. Making a mess all over my dick.. disrespectful.” he grunted out. She bit down on her lip, opening her eyes meeting his. She clenched her self tighter just to get a reaction out of him. His eyes fluttered closed, as he clenched his jaw. She smirked. .

“Daddy don’t slow down, that shit feels too good.” she teased him. It pissed him off how fast she was about to cum.. way too fast. And she was teasing him about it.

“Come up here ride my shit, since you wanna be all bold and shit. Hurry that ass up.” They flipped over as Erik was on his back. She sat down on his dick moaning as it hit her walls.

“Shit.. just use my shit bitch. That’s it.” he grunted as she moaned. She was so close and he was too. Maybe it was just because of the way that they were fucking each other, or maybe it was because it’s been a minute since the last time they fucked, but the two of them were both on edge.

She leaned back opening her legs as she showing him going in and out of her. “Feels so good.” she whispered to herself.

“Yeah show me all that. Just nasty..” he grunted fucking up into her. He was cumming. There was no point in stopping or trying to hold back considering he was close. And by the look and feel of the things, she was close to.

“Daddy... I’ma gonna-” She was interrupted by him cumming deep inside her walls. He moaned out, digging his hands in her ass as she moaned out loud. She continued fucking him, chasing her own orgasm.

“Fuck.. fuck.” he grunted out as she continued riding him. That’s when she squirted all over his stomach. She fell forward, her head resting in her neck as they stayed like that for a minute.

“We need to go again.. that shit was-”

“Hold up.. I need to catch my breath. You know I got asthma.” she said as he laughed.

“You need ya inhaler or something?”

“Nah, lemme just catch my breath.”

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(Y/N) walked into the warehouse, looking at her woman pointing their gun at the poor man. The captain of the group, Venom, had her knife to his neck.

Let’s just say, her team was ruthless. They were a team made of women, who handled her.. business. They were called the Mona Lisa’s. Mainly because they showed no remorse or emotion. But because the actual Mona Lisa was beautiful and mysterious, they gained that nickname. The tricked men into get information, they were amazing actresses actually. They could make somebody feel wanted and loved... and we all know how dangerous that could be.

“Who are you?”

“I ain’t telling you shit, bitch.” he snapped at her as she rolled her eyes.

“We gonna skip that part where you try to be all tough. There is nothing stopping Venom here from slashing your throat and trust me. That would most definitely be the high light of her day.” she warned him. “Actually, the highlight of her day would be torturing you until you speak.” she said matter of factly.

“Weak ass bitches, you don’t scare no body.” (Y/N) looked at Venom and smirked at him.

“You take your time with him. Call me when he says something.”

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(Y/N) ran a face scan through the system, to find out that he use to work for Erik. Name was Claw. Nasty and just plain annoying. After stealing money from Erik and killing one of his close friends, he was never seen again. Erik and a lot of other lords

“So what is this surprise you got for me?” he asked him walking past her in her quarters where they did their interrogations. The entire time he was looking at her ass. They walked to the door as she turned around,

“Look for yourself.” He walked in the room, looking in the glass window seeing him tied to a chair, as Venom continued cutting his fingers off his one hand, piece by piece.

“Is that-”

“In the flesh. I caught him trying to sneak into my warehouse where I’m holding some of my weapons.” she said as he looked at her.

“I hope it’s not the-”

“It’s not the Stark ones. Those are in Alaska. But I’m worried. Out of all my years of moving and supplying, I’ve never had someone successfully break into my warehouse. And I know the Mona Lisa’s aren’t slacking because they are highly trained. I sent over a hundred of them to Alaska to protect the gear.” she said biting her acrylic thumb in nervousness. “This idiot was dumb coming in here alone, but I know niggas. Niggas that are smarter, and I just have this deep feeling that someone is planning something to get at me.” she looked at Erik. He’s known her for years, she’s never really shown nervousness or being scared. He saw that she was genuinely scared. Some might say she was over thinking, but in her line of work you could never over think.

“Aye calm down, I promise you I won’t let anyone get to you, ight. Even if it takes my last breath.” he reassured her. “Starting with this motherfucker. I’m killing his ass.” he said about to walk to the door to entre the room but she stopped him.

“Wait, lemme talk to him. I got a plan.” she walked into the room before walking over to her.

“Alright, so I know who you are.” she said as he cursed.

“You knew who I was this entire time and you’ve been letting this crazy bitch do this shit!” he yelled at her as (Y/N) laughed.

“Man, calm down. I ain’t even that serious. Plus, it’s been a minute since Venom have had a little bit of fun. She deserves it.” (Y/N) smiled at Venom as Venom smirked at her.

“Anyways, I know that you’re working with Erik. Or use to work with him. I sent a couple of my girls over there to do.. a lil bit of damage. Kill some of his goons, injure a couple more, but I’m keeping Erik alive.” he said as Claw shook his head.

“Your dumb if you did that.”

“Well, you and I both know the success rate my girls have so...” she trailed off.

“No, your dumb if you think that I still work for that bum ass nigga, or I’m trying to get in good terms with him. Fuck his bitch ass..” he said. She chuckled.

“Well it make sense.. I mean, you were his close friend. Right hand man. Makes since you’d try to steal my shit. I did tell my girls to make sure that Erik know your alive.” she said as his face turned to complete fear. She tilted her head to the side pouting.

“Tell me why you tried stealing my shit.”

“I-I was doing it to have so I could sell it.” he said as she rolled her eyes. That’s all she wanted to hear but she still wanted to fuck with him.

“Bull shit. Tell the truth. Either way you’re going to die whether it’s by me or by him. Why?”

“I’m telling you. I only wanted to sell it. Everyone know your work is worth billions and I-I needed some quick cash. J-Just don’t tell him I’m alive.”

“Damn,,, for him to be a bum ass nigga, you a lil scared ain’t you,” she said tilting her head to the side. “Anyways he knows so..” she shrugged.

“N-No he doesn’t. He would’ve been here by-” she looked towards the window than looked back at him. He got the hint. The door opened and Erik walked in, the vein in forehead popping out as his jaw clenched.

“So I’ma a bum ass nigga now?” he asked him, (Y/N) rolled her eyes. She knew his Ego was hurt. Erik looked at Venom, before smiling at her.

“Thanks Sweetheart. Love what you did but I got it from here.” he winked at her as she smiled blushing.

“No problem Erik.” she walked out as (Y/N) chuckled.

Venom was dangerous, well that’s how she got her nickname. But deep down, she was a girl that blushed even at the smallest compliments. She was a sweetie, but if it came down to it, she didn’t hesitate to drop a body. And she did enjoy tourtuing somebody for her enjoyment.

“Look Erik-”

“Don’t say my name. First of all, I’ma kill you for what you did to me. But- I’ma make sure that shit is slow. Especially coming up in here fucking with her. And about that one, I’ma make sure yo ass wish you were dead.”

“Well you have your fun, let me know when everything is done so I can have someone come clean up ya mess.” she placed a kiss on his cheek before walking out.

She knew that Erik was gonna handle business for her, maybe he’ll get a lil something for it.

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Here’s a lil fact about me, I’m obsessed with Erik and reader being lords or mob bosses or whatever you wanna call it.

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tare-anime · 2 years

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13. The pie showdown…..? (AO3)

Prompt: “You’re out of your damn mind.”

I borrow the idea for this chapter from the super talented @lacrow :D

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The Forger parents were going on a date on one bright calm day. They were going to return home when they saw people crowding at the front of a newly opened shop in their neighborhood.

"Oh? They opened a new bakery shop here, Loid," Yor curiously peeked through people's shoulders, "I wonder what made people gather like this?"

"I don't know. Perhaps they're selling something hyped?"

Loid was honestly not that interested in such things, but he was kind of curious as to what made these people gather around.

Suddenly Loid could smell something delicious. What perked his interest was not only the "delicious" part but more of how the aroma invoked a childhood memory in him. Something that had been buried deep down inside.

It made him longing for the warmth.

A special warmth that he had forgotten.

Furrowing his brow, now full with curiosity, Loid peered into the stall.

"Welcome!! Welcome!! Come and join the festivities of our grand opening, by tasting our signature pies!!" The announcer addressed the crowd.

"This pie was made by a special secret recipe that had been lost for decades. Brought to you by our talented bakers!!" The announcer then dramatically showed the freshly baked pie to the crowd, "The mother's pie!"

While the crowd oohed and ahhed, the announcer exaggerated how the crust of the pie sounds when cut, and showed the audience its filling.

When the announcer added a more dramatic background story of how the recipe was rediscovered, Loid immediately recognized the shape and texture as common pie from Westalia. Something that his own mother used to make.

Obviously, these Ostanian people wouldn't admit it was Westalia's food, for it might hinder its selling point. But by then, Loid was already interested in trying to judge whether these pies were as good as his mother's.

"These amazing pies will commence selling to a limited number of orders so place your pre-order now!"

Loid rolled his eyes.

Of course, they will do that.

Then the announcer smirked, "However, for those who're eager to try now, they may participate in our pie eating contest!"

He continued, "And whoever wins this competition, will have these unique utensil set as their prize!"

Loid's eyes widened when he instantly recognized the utensils as the herb grinder his mom loved so much. She had always ground fresh herbs to spice up their foods, and she did it with such a warm smile while telling him fairy tales of past. Loid had always cherished the memory deep down in his heart.

Once he’d thought of buying the thing for a memento. But he was always busy with WISE missions, and then ended up at Ostania, which of course would not sell any of Westalia's iconic tools. Thus he never could purchase one.

"What is that, Loid?" Yor chimed from his side, noticing the unusual soft expression coming from the man.

The blond man smiled at her and carefully answered, "It's a…. Fresh herb grinder. My mom used to own one back in the day and used it often for cooking."

"Do you want it?"

He chuckled, "I just suddenly remembered her and her antics when she used that thing."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm….. it's a very uncommon tool. I don't know where they got that," he sighed and closed his eyes, pushing those sentimental memories back inside the locket of his mind.

"Nevermind that. Shall we go home now?" He glanced at his side to only find that Yor wasn't there.

"Yor?"

Puzzled, he looked around, trying to locate his wife among the crowd.

"And we have these 10 brave contestants!!!"

At the loud announcement, Loid looked at the stage. He was so astonished to see that Yor was among the contestants.

The man then pushed through the sea of people to get as close as possible.

"Yor, what are you doing?!"

"Relax, Loid. Leave it to me!" Yor just grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

Against all odds, Yor had won said competition by a narrow margin. Both of them now sat down at the park bench.

Yor was sitting with her leg stretched out and patting her tummy, "Oooff.... that... was really something."

"You're out of your damn mind! 42 pies??!" Loid was still flabbergasted at how fast his wife gulped down pie after pie several minutes ago.

"They're palm-sized, and actually taste wonderful," She answered nonchalantly and then pointed to the box at Loid's hand, "Plus I was aiming for the first price after all."

Loid was speechless.

His mind played flashbacks regarding his life as a spy.

A spy will never get any appreciation from others. They give all their blood, sweat, and even life, but they would never receive even a simple thank you, let alone recognition.

But here he was holding a gift. A thing that he had always wanted in a silent wish.

And how this woman at his side had participated in a silly competition, just to fulfill his dream.

His heart felt so warm.

He couldn't help but crack a grin. A genuine grin. A very warm and genuine big smile that split his face in two.

"Thank you, Yor. I .... I really appreciate this."

And he would always treasure the gift.

Yor looked at him, and she felt her own face grow warm. Because this is the first time she ever saw him smiling that big and bright. A warm genuine smile.

And she felt proud because after what he had done for her, she finally could do something to return the favor.

"You're very welcome, Loid."

They looked at each other for quite some time, before suddenly they felt awkward, and both looked the other way, faces flushed.

All of a sudden, Yor felt her stomach start to face the consequences of eating too much pie, and she felt as if they wanted to come out with a vengeance.

She clasped her mouth and immediately ran to the nearest trash bin to empty her stomach.

Loid worriedly ran after her, "Yor!!!!"

She heaved and clutched the bin’s side to steady herself, "I'm okay…. I just….."

And she hurled once again.

Loid rubbed her back sympathetically.

He knew right there and then what to make with his gift: something to ease his wife's stomach discomfort as soon as they got home.

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I can never get tired of Yor making Loid smile ^^

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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heyyy there, saw your requests are open. and i'm wondering maybe you could do a timeskip where everything is done and levi finally opened his tea shop. then there he met reader, and he treats them differently from other customers. thank you, hope you're having a good day.

author note :: this was kinda rushed as is most of what i post. the reader is a writer just bc i thought it would be cute and also ISTG. i wrote this entire thing thinking leviolas was such a cool name for a tea shop then googled it and saw it’s also the name of a spider so... ++ btw i have not yet double checked or proofread this because i wrote it at 2am but yeah it’s definitely not great :-) word count :: 2.4k??? somehow???

you’re sweet like honey when you first order from leviolas. you’re the same when you ask the owner for extra napkins and you remain exactly the same when you return with the intention to stick around for a writing session with a black tea by your side

something about you is attractive. that’s what levi thinks of you when you first walk into leviolas

you’re just incredibly wholesome poking your head around looking at all of the handmade pastries and confectioneries in admiration

you think the homely decor is cute and reminiscent of cottages in the countryside, the view outside the windows is beautiful and the scent of coffee alongside tea is heavenly

the pastries are beautiful and you find yourself eyeing the macrons pretty frequently. just EVERYTHING about leviolas is cute :-(

but one particular thing is especially adorable to you

and that would be the owner

when you hear his name for the first time you’re a little shocked

levi ackerman to be specific captain levi ackerman, the high ranking official who aided in paradis’ independence and freed the nation from the grip of titans

you read about him a year back in a paper or two and vividly recall the valiant title he held as humanity’s strongest soldier

he still holds the title that’s for sure but now he happens to own a tea shop

it’s slightly unusual it’s not every day you see a soldier retire and live such a plain life but you suppose the simplicity makes levi happy

honestly, if you had been through hell and back like him you too would wish to spend the rest of your days in the company of tea leaves and sweet cakes

today is a day like any other you’re sat by one of the windows and contemplating sitting in the outside seating area

the sun is shining and lands uncomfortably on your face at this angle and you may as well make your way outside

but before you can a shadow looms over you and a broad chest leans over to cover the window with dainty curtains

“you looked bothered by the light.”

oh god.

it’s him.

he’s standing there looking at you with an unreadable expression and all you can do is open and close your mouth not knowing what to say

humanity’s strongest soldier

levi ackerman

also known as the really really really attractive cafe owner you’ve been crushing on for the last few months now

seeing him up close is much more different to looking at him from the comfort of your seat or whilst you order

he’s normally got his back turned whilst collecting orders or another worker collects them as he prepares the beverages

that’s why the unexpected interaction has you nervous

you can always tell when he’s made your drink because he honestly has a way with tea leaves and you kinda want to gush about how much you enjoy it

but, no, no, no.

you’re panicking just looking at him

soft black strands of hair stick to his forehead, his undercut is oddly satisfying to stare at and he smells of pine trees which again is refreshing

“ah hahaha thank you for blocking the sun out!!”

why the fuck did you ha ha????

this is so awkward.

putting on your best front you beam up at him hoping your toothy smile doesn’t look stupid

then again it probably does because who the hell has a good toothy smile

nobody.......

levi’s gaze lingers on you but if he has anything else he wants to say he doesn’t make it known

instead he firmly nods and turns away

you’ve messed up,,

only!!! you manage to mess up even more....?

without thinking your hand latches onto the back of his blue button up and your face burns up realizing what it is you’ve done when he stiffens to a stop

as quick as your hand has grabbed onto his shirt it lets go and you awkwardly laugh again

hahahahaha

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hold onto you so hard i was just...wondering if you could let me in on your secret.”

the random sentence is one you’ve made off the top of your head because you don’t have any real reason for holding onto him

but thankfully for you the saccharine of your voice is enough to sway levi

when he turns to see you with the same smile eagerly awaiting his answer something sparks in him

his chest feels a little funny but he ignores it

“secret?” he questions

“yeah!! your tea!! you’re really good at making it and aaaahhhh” you sigh contently thinking back on it.

“i remember when i ordered rose tea one time. you made it beautifully and the taste was infused so delicately it was incredibly soothing.”

hearing you ramble passionately about what he loves to do makes his chest feel funny again

he doesn’t know what the hell is going on exactly

but the only way he can explain it is his heart somersaulting and flipping despite him not wanting it to

despite that, it’s quite enjoyable

it’s probably got something to do with your kindhearted demeanor or the way you always manage to give him a smile when you waltz in

but levi finds himself fighting to touch you more and more as the days pass

your collar is always haphazardly done and he wants to lean in and fix it

sometimes you’ll have an eyelash on your face and he wants to lean in to swipe it away with his thumb

occasionally he stares at your hair and wants to sort it out. half the time it’s all over the place from the wind

he wants to lean in and smooth it out.

all he wants to do is LEAN IN but he sees no valid reason to

he’s lucky he’s always able to catch himself before his thumb reaches your cheek (you’re very oblivious and never notice how close he really gets)

ever since your first encounter at leviolas a few months back he’s been dragged into your world of books and lively stories

it doesn’t take you long to break out of your shell and you’re always telling levi something new

he doesn’t speak as much as you but when you coax out a story or two out of him he’s always earnest

you’ve learnt a lot through the conversations

you’ve learnt about his lost comrades, the horrible things he had to see on the battlefield, how he hopes he’ll live happy with what he has left

there are certain conversation topics he skips entirely and you respect his boundaries

you and levi are sat by a window and a comfortable silence floats between you two

it’s been four months

four months since you asked what his secret was

come to think of it he never told you what it was

he’s intently staring at you as you drink the lemon tea he’s just made you and his stare is a little too intense

feeling nervous you pick up your cup hoping for something to occupy yourself

recently the butterflies in your stomach have been increasing in number but you know it’s wrong to fancy levi

you don’t know why you think that but it’s the fact that you’re sure you’re not his type

he probably likes organised people, dependable people, funny people

not you.

you’re just an irksome author who spends your days writing in his shop

honestly he finds you annoying he has to. you’re always hanging around here

however, you do remember the one day you did choose to write in the park he thought you had died or something. that made you feel a little sad because he can’t really help but automatically worry if his routine is broken and you happen to have accidentally become part of his schedule

no, like levi’s literally said he has your name in his planner and whenever he thinks of a new thing to make you he’ll write it down with your name next to it

but still,, you’re convinced he has to find you annoying

there’s no reason for thinking it but you DEFINITELY think it’s correct

absentmindedly you haven’t even noticed levi still staring at you

“y/n?”

looking up at levi he’s clearly worried about something

humming in response telling him to continue he does

“i like someone.”

oh.

“...i’m not sure they’d return my feelings, that’s why i mentioned it.”

you smile at him warmly and you feel your heart sink, obviously he has to like someone. it’s probably someone in the corps, someone strong, someone capable. you’re not any of those things.

“well, you need not worry. if a man as good as you fancied me i’d be over the moon. i’m sure they would too!”

keep optimistic, don’t let him see you upset.

levi’s cheeks grow bright red and he bashfully tries to hide his embarrassment by covering his face with his hands

you laugh when he doesn’t budge and stays in the same position

“c’mon levi, confess they’ll accept you have nothing to fear.” you coo persuasively

finally letting up after a few seconds he lets his arms drop to his sides.

“would you date me?”

the question takes you aback and you stare at him startled

soon realizing the idiocy laced in the inquiry he quickly retracts his statement

“nevermind, that was stupid.”

ignoring him you still want to answer

“uh well, i would. i have thought about it on occasion.”

he’s blinking rapidly trying to process what you’ve just admitted.

“you’ve thought about...?”

“dating you. yes i have.”

“and why the hell would you do that?” you can’t tell if he’s mad at you

“you’re capable, respectful. you’re considerate and quiet. i mean it you’re an amazing man really. also your tea!! imagine getting to drink it every day.”

you really have to add in the part about his tea because you know he loves it when you compliment it :-)

“ok, you drink my tea every day already.”

his short uninterested response stings and the dam of regret bursts open

you shouldn’t have said all of that.

you and levi sit in an awkward silence for what feels like an eternity. you don’t dare look at him and your course of action is too drink your tea as quick as possible before dismissing yourself.

but before you can set your plan in motion levi breaks the ice.

“let’s date.”

you freeze and your eyes grow to the size of saucers

what did he just say???

he has to be losing his mind

“but levi what about the person you like?”

his eyebrow cocks upwards and an amused expression stretches across his face.

“i was talking about you.” he confesses boldly

this is a fever dream, nope, nope nope. you can not comprehend that this is your reality.

pinching your arm you hiss a little when you feel the pain

okay so, you’re definitely not dreaming...

“i, you, me. you...you like me?” the sentence is a jumble of words but you manage to sputter out something that makes sense

“yes. i like you.”

he’s being so blunt you can’t tell if he’s being serious but when you remind yourself that this is levi you relax, a blunt straightforward confession is meaningful coming from him

BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT

HELLO???? HE LIKES YOU BACK?%^%^”*

you get all blushy and flustered and you let out another one of your awkward hahahahaha’s but it’s a good hahahahaha

cautiously testing the waters he grabs your hand from across the table intertwining his fingers with yours

the gesture is adorable. the buzzing sensation that travels through your laced fingers makes you giggle to yourself giddily

“leviolas suddenly a matchmaking agency now? ;-)” your joke is dry and unfunny and levi rolls his eyes at it

“you’re not funny.”

“but you still like me.” you tease

“yes. i still like you.” he admits

a few days have passed since then

you and levi have been the talk of the town

humanity’s strongest soldier finally found his flame???

the chatter and rumors spread like wildfire, both you and levi aren’t fans of being in the spotlight but nothing negative has been said so there’s no complaints so far

levi places a cup of tea in front of you, it’s a herbal kind because you’ve been complaining about a headache

today you’re explaining why you dislike the plot of beauty and the beast and how there’s so much wrong with it. from the weirdly toxic relationship to the power imbalance. levi stands listening attentively whilst waiting for you to take a sip of the tea

just as you’ve paused to take a large breathe and prepare yourself to continue explaining how unbearable that book is levi uses it as his chance to say what he’s been wanting to

“drink up before it’s ice cold.”

following his instructions you interrupt yourself and take a gulp of the herbal tea

your eyes glimmer in approval. it tastes of strawberries and you’re delighted already feeling your mood slightly raise in response

“it’s GREAT?? what did you put in it?? it doesn’t even taste medicinal.” once again, you’re fawning over his tea

“so levi ackerman, what really is the secret to all these perfect cups of tea?”

and without a seconds hesitation he responds.

“i was making the tea for you. that’s the secret.”

it takes a while for the gravity of his words to sink it but when the meaning does you cup his face in your palms and peck him everywhere. he whines a little but you can tell he enjoys the attention

you find that you’re more than happy you’ve found a home in levi and his shop

and levi’s more than happy he’s found a home in you and your books

:-)

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We Got Married; s.jh

Heyyy guys! hahaha its been a while. i decided to make a blog again so i can post my old works. so here’s one of them. i’ll upload the rest soon :) i hope everyone is staying healthy and well :)

summary; where you and johnny join a tv show as husband and wife

4k..words…

a/n: i worked on this non stop ;; i think it would total up to 5 hours, maybe more ;;;hhhh

also a little note, italics means that the emcees are saying while watching the video… and the bold+italics means that the both of you are in an interview, and the person is asking you questions! hopefully that isn’t too confusing (:

warnings: mentions of starvation & pregnancy

+Episode 1

“Hi, I’m NCT127’s Johnny,” Johnny introduced himself.

“Hello, I’m y/n, Johnny’s wife,” you smile.

“How long have the both of you been married?”

Johnny looks at you for a little while, before facing back at the camera “almost 5 months?”

“How did you know each other?”

You laugh at the question, “I was one of Red Velvet’s stylist, actually. And all SM artists were having a concert, and while I was rushing to find the right room, Johnny was there standing outside his room, on his knees with his arms up,”

Johnny groaned, “that was so embarrassing,”

“And I just saw him there, and everyone was busy, so I had no choice but to ask him for help. And when I reached Red Velvet’s room, he asked me for my number,”

“How long did you date before getting married?”

“We dated for a while actually,” Johnny started.

“8 years,” you continued.

“Who proposed first?”

You pointed at your husband.

“Me of course,” laugh Johnny.

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“Babyyy~” Johnny whined, stretching his arms to pull you against his chest. You grumbled, hiding your face in his chest as you went back to sleep.

“Oh? We didn’t know Johnny was a very affectionate person.”

“Wake up, babe,” he whispers against your hair.

You ignore your husband’s words, tightening your grip against his waist. Johnny pressed kisses on your head, forehead and temple, waiting for you to get up.

You let out a soft sigh, fluttering your eyes open. You looked up at your lover with a pout, upset that he woke you up.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbles against your ear, but the mic picked it up. The emcees cooed at the affection.

“Kiss?” Johnny asks, leaning down to reach your lips but you move away from his face.

You giggle at your husband when he clutched his heart, feigning pain. You felt bad and pressed your small palms on his chest to push yourself up and kiss his cheek.

“Ahh! They’re so cute!!” the emcees cooed.

You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, getting out of bed, pulling Johnny with you.

“Let’s make breakfast!”

Johnny could only smile at you dumbly, following you to the kitchen.

You pressed your back against the counter as you looked up at Johnny with a flirty smile, “what should we make, John?”

Johnny felt like his heart would combust. If only there weren’t any cameras placed in his house, he would’ve kissed the hell out of you.

“Pancakes?” he suggests.

You nodded, turning around to open the cabinet above you to grab the pancake mix. You tip-toed, trying your hardest to reach for the box, but it was hard- especially when Johnny would purposely place everything on the highest shelf.

You didn’t bother asking Johnny for help, knowing he enjoys watching you suffer, finding it cute. You also know that he would end up pressing against your back, reaching the box of pancakes mix for you.

The emcees gasped when they saw your husband reach from behind, pressing his body against your back. They expect you to freeze on the spot with red cheeks, but they were met with you moving away from Johnny to slap his butt.

The emcees let out a disappointed sigh, “I guess y/n isn’t very affectionate?” they ask Johnny.

“She usually is,” Johnny laughs, “but she’s cheeky too. It’s adorable.”

+Episode 5

The scene started with the both of you outside, holding hands quietly.

“Okay, come on, break is over, let’s continue,” says your husband as he got ready to start running.

You whine, letting go of your husband’s hand to run with him. You tried your best to match his pace, but you always end up a few meters behind him.

He looked back at your tired form. You were slouching and had a pained expression on your face. A chuckle left his lips as he jogged on the spot, waiting for you to reach him.

The emcees were curious, it seems like he was forcing you to exercise with him.

“Ah,” Johnny laughs, “y/n has told me how she wants to lose weight,” he explains, “but her way of losing weight is really unhealthy, so I make her go on a run with me.”

“What was her way of losing weight?”

“She would starve herself for weeks in order to lose weight,” Johnny clarify.

“Many of us do that,” they tell him.

Johnny nodded, “It hurts me not to see her eating, at one point we got into a huge fight because she didn’t eat for 3 days straight. So, I made a promise with y/n.”

Once you reached your husband, you pressed the palms of your hands against your knees, panting heavily. “I hate this, I hate you.”

Johnny threw his head back as he laughed at you. His hand stroking your back comfortingly.

“Just a little more, then we can get food,” he tells you.

He waits for you until you were breathing normally.

“Better?” he asks you, scanning your face.

You shook your head, “no, I don’t wanna do this.”

Johnny sighs at your words, “we can stop now, but you can only get healthy food later.”

You jut your lips out, persuading your husband to give you a chance.

Johnny stares at you with a straight face.

“Just for today~,” you say cutely. When you notice Johnny wasn’t giving any reaction, you reach for his arm, tugging on his arm, letting out cute noises. “Today is our cheat day, please Johnny?”

You pout, giving your best puppy eyes. You tiptoed to press a quick kiss on his lips, and that was when Johnny broke down and let out a groan.

“You will be the death of me,”

The emcees let out a roar of laughter.

The scene changed to the both of you in 7/11.

You had a sandwich and ramen noddle in your hands. You reached out to grab a bottle of water while Johnny was trying to find his favourite snack.

You walked up to the cashier to place the items down, waiting for Johnny to pay. The cashier suddenly spoke to you in Korean as you look up at them in surprise.

“Ah,” you start. You bit your lip, unsure of what to reply. “I don’t speak Korean.”

“Oh, y/n doesn’t speak Korean?” the emcees ask Johnny, surprised since both of you were living in Korea.

Johnny shake his head, “she knows basic words, but it’s hard for her to speak in full sentences.”

You notice that the cashier doesn’t understand you either.

Turning around, you call for your husband. Johnny’s head peeked out from the shelves.

“yeah?”

“Uh, I need help,” you say awkwardly.

Your husband trudges towards you without hesitation. You watch as your husband converses in Korean with the cashier. He suddenly fishes out his wallet to pay for the food the both of you have bought.

+Episode 9

The both of you were sitting on the floor, game controllers in hands, playing Fortnite.

Truthfully, you weren’t very good in Fortnite, but your husband enjoys playing games so you would join him.

A little yelp left your lips when you saw a character, near you. “oh my god, babe, save me!” you yell out, running away from the character who was trying to save you.

Johnny didn’t respond to you, too focused on gaming.

“Johnny! Oh my god, help me!”

One of your hand to leave the console to tap on your husband’s thigh.

“Wait, wait, I’m still looting,” he tells you.

“Nooooo,” you whine, “come save me— nevermind, I died.”

Johnny didn’t respond to whatever you said— it’s not like he heard you anyways. Your significant other continued playing the game without you.

You sulk when your lover didn’t pay attention to you. You thought he would leave the game so the both of you could restart and play together.

You got up from your sitting position to go to the kitchen to make some coffee.

Johnny quickly glanced at you when you left his side, then going back to the television that was still playing.

Should he stop playing to comfort you? It would be a waste if he left the game since he was so close to winning. There was only 1 person left. He decided to continue playing until he won.

“Ah, why didn’t you comfort y/n?” asked the emcees, upset with his behaviour. Johnny could only laugh awkwardly.

When the words displayed ‘WINNER’ on the screen, Johnny immediately got up and ambled to you.

“Babe,” he called, not getting any response for you.

Johnny bit back a smile when he saw you stirring the cup of coffee. He walked up to you, his hands going to your waist. He was about to rest his chin on your shoulder, but you walked away from him to sit on the dining table.

“Is this a fight we’re about to witness?” the emcees ask.

Johnny shook his head, “this happens all the time— whenever I would ignore y/n while I play a game,”

“Are you mad?” Johnny asks you, resting his butt on the dining table, knowing you hated it when he does that.

He pouted when he didn’t get any reaction from you.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “we can play again, I’ll save you this time,” he suggests, tugging on your hand.

You look up to glare at him, “I don’t wanna play with you, you made me sad.”

Johnny wanted to giggle at how cute you were being.

“What’s that?” he asks, stretching his body to see what was in the mug, “oh, coffee, can I have some?”

Before you could even answer, he was already reaching for your cup of coffee and drinking almost half of it.

“Johnny,” you whine, pulling his arm to stop him from finishing your drink.

The emcees tilt their head, “you shouldn’t have done that, Johnny-ya”

“That was my drink,” you tell him angrily, snatching the mug from him when he pulled it away from his lips. He chuckle at you when you stood up, placing your cup in the sink before stomping into your shared room.

“Wait, why are you still smiling when you made your wife angry, Mr Suh?” the emcees interrupted the video.

The attention was on Johnny. He chuckles, “I just like messing with her, she just looked so adorable.”

“I wonder how this is going to go down.”

While you were sulking in the bedroom, Johnny decided to make food for you, just to make up to you.

Leaving you alone for a few hours, he finally finished cooking. He placed your favourite food on a tray, bringing to the bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, you were laying on the bed with your phone in hand.

When you heard Johnny come in, you turn to see him standing at the door with a tray filled with food, a cheeky smile plastered on his lips.

“Dummy,” you mumble.

Johnny walked up to you, placing the food on the white sheets.

“Spill it and I’ll kill you,” you warn him, reaching out to grab the tray carefully.

+Episode 12

The scene started with the both of you walking into a blue building. Both of you started walking around the familiar place.

“Ikea?”

You grabbed a toy monkey and showed your husband.

“Can we get this?” you ask him, playing with the hands.

He grimaced at you, “why would you need that when you have me?”

You clicked your tongue but placed the monkey back before skipping to your lover, wrapping your arms around his arm affectionately.

“Aww, they are so cute!!” the emcees cooed.

Your husband suddenly stopped, looking at a shelf.

“Is this the one you wanted?” you ask him, looking up at Johnny. Your heart beating faster just by looking at his side profile.

He nodded, “I think it’s the right size?”

“What if it’s the wrong length?” you ask him.

“Then I blame you,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at your husband. “should we get this, then?”

Johnny hummed, nodding his chin towards the cardboard, “help me get it, babe.”

You didn’t think much of it and agreed to take the shelf that was in the cardboard. You tiptoed, reaching for the box. You slowly pull out the long box, letting out a groan when you realised how heavy it is.

“you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” the emcees asked.

After a couple of episodes, the emcees seem to realise Johnny’s behaviour around you.

Johnny nodded, letting out a laugh, “I like being there to help her, and tease her at the same time,”

“Johnny— help me,” you groan, pulling the box on your shoulder, thinking it would balance you.

From behind, Johnny didn’t budge from his position. He was content on watching you cutely carry the huge box. But when he saw you almost drop the box, his eyes widen and quickly reach out to carry the box.

You didn’t realise Johnny’s intention and pull away from the weight. You exhale, “that was heavy,” you say.

“A little,” your husband shrug as if it was nothing.

You noticed how his muscles flex and how he was letting out puffs of air.

“Should I get a cart?” you ask him, feeling bad that he was carrying everything on his own.

Johnny shook his head, “It’s fine, we’re near the cashier anyway.”

The video cut to the both of you queuing up for food. Johnny was standing behind you with the trolley.

“What are you getting?” you ask him, your eyes not leaving the menu.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “maybe fish&chips?”

“Okay,”

When it was your turn to order, Johnny started ordering multiple dishes, making you look up at him in surprise. Your hands pinch his waist a little, getting his attention.

“Why did you order so much? We’re not going to finish all that!” You exclaim.

Johnny didn’t answer you, instead, he grabbed the food and placed it on the tray.

“I’ll finish it all, baby,” he scrunches his nose, before leaning down to quickly kiss your cheeks before finding a place to sit.

+Episode 14

The scene started with both of you sleeping on your shared bed. You had your head rested on Johnny’s chest, while Johnny rests his cheek on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist protectively.

The emcees noticed that you had your whole body covered with a blanket up to your nose.

“Isn’t it hot?” they ask.

“It was raining at night,” Johnny pointed out, “and y/n is really sensitive to the cold,”

Johnny was the first one to wake up. Fluttering his eyes open, he blinked multiple times before lifting his head, stretching his arms out to reach for his phone.

“Ah, it’s almost 1pm,” Johnny mumbles to himself.

“What?! Do you guys usually wake up that late?” the emcees asks him.

Johnny shook his head, “one of our friends had a birthday party the day before and we reached home at about 4am,” he explains.

“4am?!”

He chuckles, “yeah. y/n and I are usually morning people, but that day, that day was just a lazy day,”

Putting his phone down, he let out a tired sigh. He laid on his back but kept one of his arms under your head for comfort.

He was staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before tilting his head down to stare at you.

The camera zoomed in to see him staring at you with a stupid smile on his face. His hand went up to stroke your head. He slowly leaned down to press a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

The emcees started going crazy, some letting cooing, some letting out screams at how cute he was being.

“You’re crazy for her! It’s adorable!” they all say. Johnny can only smile shyly.

You finally woke up after napping for a while more. Your hands turning into fists to rub at your eyes tiredly.

Johnny beams at you, “good morning.”

You only let out a whine, throwing your arms across his chest, hiding your face in his neck.

Johnny let out a roar of laughter, his arms that were previously giving your support went up to stroke your back lovingly.

“Come, let’s get up,” he says softly, his fingers reaching out to play with the ends of your hair.

“I’m so tired,” you mumble against his neck, sighing.

“I know, babe, but we can’t stay in bed all day,” he tells you.

He was right, you couldn’t just stay in bed all day, it won’t be good content for the show you were in.

The scene then cut to you sitting on the floor, in between your husband’s legs while Johnny was sitting on the couch, playing with your hair.

The both of you were watching a Korean drama. It was quite intense, so the both of you did not say a word to each other. Both of your mouths were wide open as you focused on the show.

The emcees laughed at both your faces.

Johnny soon got bored and focused on braiding your hair. He didn’t realise that you had started crying because of the sad scene playing.

“Oh, oh, isn’t she crying?” the emcees asked.

“I didn’t realise,” he laughs awkwardly.

Johnny continued braiding your hair. He noticed how your shoulders started shaking and the sniffles coming from you. He let go of your hair and leaned down to your side to see tears streaming down your face.

At first, he was confused. Why did you cry? Did he pull your hair too hard? Did he do something that made you unhappy?

It took him a while for him to realise the reason you were crying was because of the drama playing. He pulled away from you and started laughing at you.

He got out from the couch to slide down next to you, pulling your head into his chest.

“Aw, is my baby crying?” he said in a baby voice, stroking your head fondly.

It took you a few moments for the tears to stop. You pout at your husband as he cups your face, “it was so sad.”

He pats your head, “I know, you’re a cry baby,”

+Episode 20

You were putting on make-up, getting ready for a special occasion. You stood up from the dressing table, showing off the elegant dress you were wearing.

“Woah! y/n looks so pretty, what was the occasion?”

You grabbed a denim jacket that was laying on the bed, putting it on since it was cold outside.

“Babe, are you ready?” you hear Johnny shout from the living room.

You didn’t answer him, instead, you left the room, not forgetting to grab your bag along the way. When he saw you, he couldn’t help but admire you.

He squealed like a little boy, “It feels like I fell in love with you all over again,”

You gave him a weird look before slapping his stomach, “shut up,”

You left to grab your heels, but Johnny stood in place, awestruck by your beauty.

His hand covering his mouth as he shook his head, “I can’t believe I married the prettiest woman on earth!” he shouts, a grin forming on his face.

You turn to look at your dumb husband, “stop being weird!!” you whine, “and put on your shoes, let’s go!!”

“y/n actually brought me out on a date,” Johnny explained. “We actually haven’t gone out on a date after we got married,”

“Woah, seriously?” they ask, “and it has been almost 8 months since you got married?”

Johnny nodded.

You had brought Johnny to your favourite Chinese restaurant.

The both of you made small talk, and some point, Johnny had reached out for your hands from across the table, holding it lightly, he would stroke the back of your hand affectionately from time to time.

When the food arrived, the both of you started digging in.

“I’m so full,” you huff, rubbing your stomach.

“Should we get the fortune cookie?” asked your husband.

You nodded.

Your heart felt like it was ready to combust, your palms started sweating at the thought of Johnny finally finding out the secret you were keeping.

“Why does she look so nervous?”

Johnny grabbed the fortune cookie excitedly. He quickly cracked his open, reading out his fortune.

He didn’t say it out loud, but you already knew what it said.

“What does yours say?” you ask nervously.

He frowns at the piece of paper. “Daddy,”

“Oh?” the emcees say, surprised.

His eyebrows furrowed at the weird fortune but quickly put it away, looking up at you with shining eyes.

“What does yours say?” he asks you.

You shrug, “I haven’t opened it yet,” you mumble softly. Your fingers crack open the cookie, taking out the piece of paper in the cookie.

“Well? What does it say, babe?” he asks again excitedly.

You gulp. “it says I’m pregnant.”

The emcees scream in happiness and in shock.

Johnny fell silent, “what?”

“It says I’m pregnant,” you repeat again. You felt nervous at his lack of reaction.

He frowns, “this is not funny, y/n. what does it really say?”

You showed him the small piece of paper that you were holding. True enough, the paper did say ‘I’m pregnant’.

He looked up at you then back at the paper, then back at you again. “what?” he whispers.

“I’m pregnant,” you confess, “surprise?” you mutter awkwardly.

“Is-is this a prank?”

You smile, shaking your head, “it’s not a prank, baby.”

“There was a reason why I actually brought him out for a real date,” you tell, looking straight in the camera. “we have been trying for a baby for a while now, and Johnny has been wanting to have one for a long time,” you explain, letting out a small laugh.

“I went to the restaurant to request a personal fortune cookie and told them my plan and everything- thankfully they agreed!” you say.

“oh my god,” Johnny gasps, “r-really? This is not a joke?”

You crack up at your husband, “why would this be a joke?”

Johnny suddenly stood up, you stand up with him. He walks closer to you, holding your arms.

“I love you so much right now,” was the last thing he said before he pressed his lips on yours.

You couldn’t help but grin, resulting in him kissing your teeth instead.

Johnny pull away, pouting at you, “how long?”

“3 weeks, you big baby,” your hands going up to squeeze his cheeks.

“I literally love you so much,” Johnny express, “you make me so happy, baby.”

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You held Johnny hands tightly as the both of you look in the camera.

“Were you surprised, Johnny?”

Johnny nodded, “very.”

You snort at his words.

“I didn’t think much of it at first, then when y/n said she was pregnant, I thought it was a joke. But I’m so happy right now.”

“How long have you been pregnant right now?”

“A little more than 14 weeks!” you tell them, beaming at the camera. You stood up to show the little bump in your stomach.

“Do you know the gender of the baby?”

You looked up at Johnny before looking back in the camera, “we wanted to keep it a surprise!”

“How do you feel right now, Johnny?”

He hum, “I think, like every other dad out there, I am excited. I can’t wait to meet my newborn and spend all my time with them,”

Johnny reached out to stroke your belly.

“However, we don’t want our child to be exposed to the world we live in,” Johnny continued.

You nodded at your husband’s words, “A world where he or she will live with cameras everywhere,” you explain further.

“So, we want to thank the cast of this show, and our fans who have shown endless support to both y/n and I,” Johnny says, “y/n and I have decided to leave the show and start focusing on us and our future child,”

“It’s a shame really,” you continued, “it was really fun filming for the show.”

Johnny nodded in agreement, “hopefully our fans can respect our decision and continue supporting us regardless.”

--END--

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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You Weren’t Here ~ OT7 [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 4K

↬↬↬Genre: Platonic, ot7, angst

↬↬↬Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader

↬↬↬WARNINGS: Mentions of abandonment

Your whole life it had just been you and your siblings which was why it had been so weird when you first began your friendship with the rest of the boys, Yoongi had known you your whole life but when he introduced you to the boys you hadn't expected to get along so well. Now you were best friends with all seven boys and having the best time of your life working alongside them. You were a stylist for BigHit which meant wherever they went you went.

"I'm telling you it was him! I totally saw him!" Namjoon said loudly while he stuffed a spring roll into his mouth claiming that it was Jungkook who had been the one to eat your final one,

"Hmm Mmm and I'm the Queen of England, you owe me a spring roll!" You laughed loudly hearing the doorbell of your apartment door go off, you frowned - you weren't expecting anyone except for the boys and they were all with you so you wondered who it could have been.

"Did you order more food Kookie?" You asked as you gazed out of the window to see a car sitting on the side of the road next to your apartment building,

"Nope." You frowned, Yoongi got up from the sofa to see what was who it could have been he knew you had a few paparazzi following you around since you'd been spotted a little closer with the boys and himself but the records had been set straight that you were all just friends. That was when you noticed the number plate and so did Yoongi, you locked eyes with one another.

"You don't think-" You couldn't even finish the thought nevermind the sentence it was far too hard for you to even try and think about him,

"It's been seven years do you think he would just come back?" Jin scowled as he watched you and Yoongi have half of a conversation where they weren't included he wanted to know what was going on but he could tell by the pained expression on your face it wasn't a good thing you were talking about.

"What's been seven years?" Jimin questioned finally coming into the conversation and not having his head stuck in his phone like he always did,

"My erm...My dad." You stuttered out rubbing the back of your neck nervously as the doorbell rang again, he seemed to be getting impatient standing at the door.

"Your dad?" They all asked in unison, they knew the story of your father. He'd been in and out of your life since the day you'd turned 15, deciding when and where he wanted to be a part of your life and leaving you to raise your siblings for him.

"Y/n?" You were staring into space for so long you'd managed to blank out everything happening around you apart from the memories of your father. Yoongi knew how this was going to plan out, your father would come back like he always did when he needed something but leave the second he got it it was how it worked with him but you made excused for him. Telling people that it wasn't his fault he just wasn't meant to have kids, that he was doing the best he could with the situation he was in.

"Shall I tell him to leave?" Yoongi's hand being placed on your waist brought you back to the present time and you looked up at him and shook your head.

"I want to see him," You whispered brushing off your hands and slowly making your way to the front door trying to remember the last time you'd actually seen him properly without seeing him through a glass panel at a prison or a rehab centre. Yoongi was anxious for you, he'd made it clear from the start that he'd never liked your father and that was because he could see right through everything he did for you, Yoongi didn't take the bullshit excuses for him. If you made a child you shouldn't just abandon them because you couldn't be bothered to raise them, he'd done that with you and all six of your siblings. Leaving you to be the one to pick up the pieces since your mother wasn't in the picture at all.

When you finally pulled open the door your dad was standing there in a rotten flannel shirt, jeans filled with holes that didn't look designer.

"I didn't get the wrong place!" He threw his arms around your neck as though it had been 7 days since he saw you not 7 weeks but you didn't hug him back you were too shocked to even remove your hand from the door handle.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" You whispered hating that you reduced yourself to a whisper in front of him but you didn't know what else to do, every inch of your body was telling you to hug him back. That he was your father and you missed him but your head was telling you not to trust a single thing he was doing,

"Oh- You have guests...I thought you would be alone, I'm sorry-" He lied looking at you and shaking his head - he knew you had guests. He'd seen the cars in the driveway it was what he was counting on to get inside of your house - he began promising he would come back another time but you took his hand in yours telling him it was fine.

"We have some leftover food, why don't you come and join us?" He smiled kindly at you following you through to the living room where the boys all stared at him,

"Guys this is my dad, dad this is Jin, Namjoon, Hobi, Tae, Jimin, Jungkook and you already know Yoongi." They all shook your father's hand while Yoongi watched him from a distance, he already had a bad feeling about this so he was going to keep an eye on him for as long as he could.

"I don't want to take up much of your time Y/n, can I talk to you in private?" Yoongi really didn't like the thought of that but you took your father into the kitchen ready to hear anything he had to say to you.

"Do you want some tea?" You offered, tea always seemed to make you less anxious for things like these. It gave you something to hold onto while the other person spoke,

"Please." You began making it while he sat down at the marble countertop. He stared around while you made the tea you seemed to be doing quite well for yourself which meant his plan would be going along well, he shifted on the seat as you came over with some tea for him.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" You questioned sitting opposite him on the barstool and looking at the liquid instead of at him. You were determined not to look at him until you heard a sniffle fall from his lips,

"Dad?" Your voice softened and you stared at him. He had tears running down his face as he tried to speak to you the words failing whenever he tried to open his mouth. You placed your hand over the top of his to try and get him to talk,

"Breathe dad, what is it?" He sighed looking at you and shaking his head at you and holding your hand close to his chest.

"I'm so proud of you-"

"Proud?"

"Afte everything I did to you, everything I put you through and you've turned into this amazing young woman." He reached his other hand out and brushed it against your cheek smiling as he looked into your eyes.

"You've done so well and I just-" He wiped his eyes on a tissue you were giving to him.

"I want you to tell you how sorry I am for everything I put you through. From leaving and coming back all of the time, I promise it will no longer be like that." You went to say something when he started back up again.

"I'm getting my life together I promise, for you. I have a job now, it isn't much but it's something. I'm living in this nice studio apartment until I can save enough to get a job." You smiled at him genuinely feeling happy for your father to finally be piecing things back together again.

"Have you seen the others yet?" You were referring to your siblings who you hadn't seen in a while either but that was because they were all busy with their own lives.

"I'm going to see your brother tomorrow, we're going to go to dinner." You nodded along with him,

"I promise never to let you down again darling, you can always count on me." You couldn't help but feel relieved that he was finally getting things together and promising to spend time with you but you could tell there was something bothering him.

"What else is it dad?" You questioned,

"I just...I don't want you to think this is the only reason I came to you Y/n." He started off slow and looked away from you,

"Dad please."

"I need help with some rent, my boss...He messed up my payments and I just need the rest of the rent money until I can get some from work." You nodded your head at him willing to do anything now that he was promising his life was together.

"H-How much is it?" You slipped out off the barstool and walked towards your handbag that was in the kitchen, grabbing some money from your purse.

"₩675,000," Your jaw dropped open, that was more than what you were paying for your apartment but you took out the cheque book from your purse instead and wrote him out a check,

"I'll give you ₩700,000. You can get some new clothes to go and see Josh in then." You said as you looked up at him, he didn't look like he was going to be ready to go to dinner in what he was wearing and you doubt he had much better at home.

"I can't take this it's-"

"Dad please, just...Just take it okay? You're finally getting yourself together that's all I care about." You folded the cheque up and placed it into his hand while you smiled sweetly at him.

Yoongi didn't trust any of it for a second and headed out to follow your dad after he left your apartment,

"Yoongi where are you going?" You asked as he walked towards the front door,

"Ice cream, you want your favourite?" You nodded your head about to tell him you would go with him but he went alone and followed close behind your dad so he could see what the new scam he was building was. He'd never trusted your father, not since the first time he walked out and left you with your siblings. Yoongi and his family did everything they could to make sure you were okay growing up but you did most of it, attending school while working 3 jobs and raising kids was hard when you were 15 but you managed to make it work. Everyone chipped in, included your youngest sister who was 11 at the time he left, she began running lemonade stands in the summer and hot chocolate ones in the winter to help with funding the house.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi mumbled watching as your father pulled into the driveway of a very expensive looking house, he'd wanted very much for everything your father had told you to be true for your sake but he could see from this that none of it had been.

The front door to the house opened and four kids came running out to gree your dad, throwing their arms around him and calling him dad.

"What are you wearing?!" A woman dressed in a tight-fitting white dress with very expensive looking shoes,

"I just had an old job to do, you know how it is." He laughed loudly picking up the smallest girl and putting her on his shoulders, they all walked into the house happily and Yoongi frowned watching the display. If he was really desperate for money why was he living in such a grand place? Then the garage door opened beside the house and a boy around 16 came out holding some keys, he got into your father's car and backed it into the garage where Yoongi saw 4 other guys all of different value sitting there. Your father wasn't desperate for money it was another scam but how was Yoongi supposed to tell you all of this.

Sitting in the window of your apartment you waited for Yoongi to come back, the rest of the boys were all laughing and joking while playing on the switch Jungkook had brought along with him that morning.

"You want a game?" Jungkook asked waving the small controller in front of your face,

"No, I'm okay-"

"She's waiting for her ice cream." Taehyung laughed watching as your nose was practically glued to the window. It wasn't true, you were waiting for Yoongi he'd told you he had something important to tell you and you didn't like the tone of his voice when he did.

"Can't be anything too bad right? I mean- He didn't sound panicked." Jimin whispered coming up behind you and sitting in the window, you'd answered the call on speakerphone, there was nothing you kept from the boys since you were so close.

"I know but he just sounded...upset?" The door opened before you could elaborate and Yoongi was stood there without the ice cream.

"No ice cream?!" Hoseok asked looking disappointed but he soon stopped when he realised how serious Yoongi looked.

"We should be alone Y/n..." You went to get up when Jimin pulled you back down,

"Anything you have to say you can say in front of us." He told Yoongi and you nodded thinking it couldn't be anything bad so Yoongi took you over to the sofa and sat you down,

"The thing is...I followed your dad." He started off easy wanting to ease you into it and not scare you.

"Right..."

"He's not living in some studio apartment he's in this big house with erm..." He looked down at his hands, he'd been planning this speech the whole ride over here but now he was face to face with you it was harder.

"He has kids, one can't be more than 16 so I'm assuming some of them aren't his but he's got all these cars and a wife." Your brows furrowed together as you tried to piece together what Yoongi was saying, the boys understood right away what was happening and Jimin wrapped his arm around you to try and comfort you but you pushed him away as you got up.

"You're wrong, he wouldn't do that to me-" You were already tearing up because you knew deep down that it was exactly the sort of thing your father would do.

"He wouldn't...He wouldn't lie to me." You stuttered out staring at the floor as tears rolled freely down your cheeks, Yoongi reached out for your hand but you snatched it away.

"No! You're wrong! H-He wouldn't do that to me!" You yelled loudly trying not to imagine him raising someone elses children while he left his own alone and frightened.

"Y/n..." Yoongi said slowly as he looked at you confirming that it was serious, that he wouldn't lie to you about something like this.

"Take me there. I want to see it." Your voice came out colder than you wanted it to but Yoongi nodded his head,

"I'll take you tomorrow when you've calmed down-"

"I want to go tonight, I won't be able to sleep." You whispered looking around for your keys and a jacket but Yoongi held out his own keys telling you that he would drive instead.

Low and behold Yoongi was right, your father came out of the house in a suit and tie that night carrying a bag of rubbish over to a dustbin before a 4-year-old girl came rushing over to him in a gown.

"DADDY!" You flinched at the way she called him dad before he bent down and span her around, you'd imagined him doing that to you when you were a kid but all he ever did was raid your piggy bank for gambling debt money.

"Y/n?" Yoongi placed his hand on yours but you didn't move, you stared at your father as he waited by the garage a black range rover pulled out and he sat her in the back of the car. A string of family members all coming out to greet him with a kiss as he helped them inside, you slowly rolled the window down to hear what they were saying.

"Thank you for this, it'll be nice to go to a dinner that isn't business-related." The woman you were assuming was his wife said as she leant in for a kiss from him.

"I told you, my boss loves treating us." You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched him be happy with another family the way he'd never been with you.

"Take me home." You whispered to Yoongi looking away from the house and at the floor instead.

"Please." You begged him and he started up the engine driving off towards your apartment instead.

The boys were staying over that night, they didn't want you to be alone after everything that had happened but it was 3 am and you were sitting on the sofa with Yoongi and Jin just staring at the hot chocolate Jin had made you.

"Y/n I'm really sorry," Yoongi started but you shook your head at him, it wasn't his fault your father was the way he was.

"I fell for his lies like I always do Yoongi it's not your fault." You whispered taking a sip from the cup as Jin wrapped a blanket over you and him, he was sitting with your head resting against his shoulder.

"Do you want us to say anything?" You shook your head at Jin's question it would just cause more hassle than it was worth but Yoongi wasn't willing to let this go just like that. You'd been so happy all morning but now you were upset and no one fucked with the people he loved. Especially not your father.

"You should do something though...He has your money." Jin whispered but you yawned and shook your head telling him it was nothing,

"Just leave it, I'm tired I think I'm going to go to sleep...You should too." You told them both but they just stared at one another ready to come up with a plan to deal with your father.

The next morning you woke up to loud yelling and people screaming,

"What the fuck?" You asked throwing yourself out of the bed and heading down to see your father trying to push his way into the house but Yoongi had the chain on the door.

"She doesn't want to hear from you-"

"You don't get to speak for my daughter!" Namjoon's gasp brought Yoongi back to the room and you stared at the door,

"Let him in." You whispered, Yoongi went to protest against it not wanting you to be any more upset than you already were,

"Let him in." You repeated coming down to the bottom floor and staring at the door as you waited for your father to come into the apartment. The chain was removed from the door and your father rushed in, dressed in the same tattered clothes as before and you calmly walked into the living room.

"T-They took everything! They jumped me in the street!" You nodded your head and turned around to face your father who was crying heavily,

"You've gotten good at that, better than before." You said calmly as you looked at him feeling nothing but disgust as you looked at the man who was supposed to be your father.

"Good at what?" He wiped his eyes as he continued to fake his crying,

"Faking your emotions, acting. It's gotten good...You almost had me." You laughed but Yoongi walked into the room standing behind you to try and give you some support but you didn't need it.

"What do your other family think of it? Or is your act with them real?" You folded your arms over your chest staring him down, he went to back out of the living room but Jin and Namjoon took place at the door to stop him from escaping. They weren't going to let him get away with what he did so easily and the fact that he was going to pull another stunt over you was unforgivable.

"Other family...What are you talking about?" He stuttered out as he made eye contact with you and Yoongi who was glaring at him,

"You! You followed me home last night! You watched me!" He yelled pointing his finger at Yoongi as he began to yell out curse words,

"Don't! Don't you dare pin this on someone else! You have another family! A whole other life!?" You'd finally lost your cool, you weren't going to let him get away with this. Seeing him now and seeing how he was going to try something again sent you over the edge and you lost it.

"I started a new family, so what?" He told you as though it was no big deal and you scoffed at him.

"You didn't even finish this family off first!" You yelled loudly throwing your hands up in the air in defeat,

"You abandoned us! I had to be more than a sister to my siblings, I had to be a mother, a father, the main provider! Everything!" All the pent up anger you had for him was spilling out as you finally unleashed everything you'd felt towards him over the years.

"No! I love you! I didn't abandon you!... I just...I couldn't do the parent thing!" You scoffed at him, he couldn't do the whole parenting thing but he was raising another woman's kids,

"How long have you been with her?" You questioned folding your arms over your chest and demanding the answers you deserved,

"9 years in December," You laughed at him again but this time it was out of pitty, nine years. He hadn't seen you in seven which meant he'd been lying ever since he walked out on you when you were 15 and seeing them before he left.

"Please! I never meant to lie! I love you-"

"Stop saying that! You don't love me! You don't even know me!" You yelled looking at him as he shook his head at you, crying those fake tears once again but you could see right through this time,

"I'm your dad! Who knows you better than me?!"

"They do!" You yelled pointing at the boys who were all ready to throw your father out of the house, Yoongi took your hand in his to calm you own,

"Get out, I never want to see you again." You spat at him as Namjoon and Jin both pulled his arms towards the front door while he yelled about how he didn't care, that you were nothing but a free bank to him.

"I only came because you were in that paper with these guys! You think I'd ever come back to you! I don't need you!" He screamed right as the door was slammed in his face, the rest of the boys left you and Yoongi in the living room, he knew you the best so he was going to be the best and comforting you right now.

"Y/n?" Yoongi whispered but you just turned around and cried into his arms, sobbing hysterically as he held you close to him.

"I'll make sure he never comes near you again, okay?" You nodded as he held you close to him not letting go for even a second as you cried into his chest promising not to leave your side until you were ready.

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writingbeary · 3 years

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Kingdom - To The World (pt.1)

Minyoung’s Outfit

Note:

Texts placed inside brackets are Kingdom’s show subtitles

Italicized texts are in English

Texts that are block quoted are interview cuts

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“We have a lot of songs that go well with the theme ‘To the World’, so it’s a relief. We decided that we’ll continue what ATEEZ has been doing.” Hongjoong declared during the group interview after the theme was released.

As the teams arrived in their individual waiting rooms, the first thing they noticed is the queue sheet pasted on the wall. Minyoung the first one inside the room, ran to the poster to check which order they got.

“Omo!” Minyoung cheered, jumping around the waiting room, making the others immediately check what she’s dancing about.

“Why? Why?” Yunho asked as he entered the room followed by the rest of the members.

“We’re performing 5th!” Minyoung announced still jumping around the waiting room in joy. She took Jongho’s hands and made him jump with her, the latter going along with her laughing.

"It seems like my telepathy to Changbin worked.” Wooyoung declared jokingly. The whole group feeling relieved that they weren’t performing first this round. When asked what order they wanted to perform in, they wanted to go as late as possible. Although it’ll give them pressure to do better as they watch the senior groups’ performances, they felt their stage would have a bigger impact the later they perform.

“Does that mean you’ll use up most of your glowsticks before our performance?” Yunho asked eyeing the bag Minyoung is carrying. She excitedly told them about how she bought the sticks in replacement of the lightsticks for the groups and about how she kept her promise to represent all fandoms in the show.

“I can’t believe she actually bought some just to prove she’s a fan.” San laughed when Minyoung playfully stuck out her tongue at him

“I wanted to bring my lightsticks but since we still have a schedule after this, I was forbidden from doing so.” Minyoung pouted bringing out the package of glow sticks “This is the closest thing I could bring.”

“Don’t you have key rings?” Jongho asked as Minyoung gasps in realization.

“I do! Ah..but I only have iKON-sunbaenim’s key ring. I wasn’t able to buy anything else.”

Chuckling, Yeosang offered another alternative for the girl “Then just use Lightiny and change it’s color to every group’s official colors?”

Minyoung gaped at the suggestion, nodding and quickly hugging Yeosang in her excitement “Oh! I didn’t think of that. I’ll do that for the next recording then. Thank you oppa!”

(At Stray Kids’ meeting)

“How about we place ATEEZ as the first performer?” Jisung suggested as everyone was contemplating on who should go first after Jeongin suggested iKON since they went last or THE BOYZ since they have prior experience with Road to Kingdom.

“Are you sure about that? Minyoung will have your head if you do that. Wooyoung will probably have mine too.” Changbin laughed already seeing how the girl would react when she sees it.

“On second thought, nevermind. Please don’t put ATEEZ at the first slot. I need to live. Minyoung-ah, I’m sorry. I won’t do that again.” Jisung said dramatically to the camera, making the whole group laugh at his antics.

Changbin placed the rest of the nameplates on the board “Let’s go 4th, then place ATEEZ after with SF9 last.” checking to see the rest of the group’s reaction before continuing “I’m satisfied with this but should we go first or ATEEZ first?”

“Let’s go first.” Seungmin declared with I.N agreeing with him “Let’s go first. We just need to do better.” the confidence in the statement making all of Stray Kids excited

“What if ATEEZ leaves a strong impact with their performance?” Felix asked the group after looking at the whole lineup

“We don’t know about that. But if it’s ATEEZ, it’s going to be big. Their energy on stage is what they’re known for after all.” Changbin shrugged as he knows what the group is capable of.

“Right. I’m sure they’ll do something surprising this round.” Felix nodded as they decided to let it up to fate and just perform 4th. Just like how Seungmin declared, they just needed to do better and that’s what they’ll aim for.

(During THE BOYZ’s Stage)

“This is it.” San exclaimed pointing at the screen.

“Quiet. Don’t speak.” Wooyoung cutting San off as he focused on the screen

Minyoung scooted her chair closer to Seonghwa, making herself comfortable hugging his arm as if they were just watching a show at their dorms. One hand holding up a glow stick to represent a lightstick for all the groups that will be performing.

“The water froze. Omo. Now it’s fire. Are they going for the theme Game of Thrones for the whole show?” Minyoung said under her breath afraid Wooyoung would scold her. She gasped when she realized how the camera looks like a game point-of-view, as if one is wearing VR headsets.

When the fire went out, Minyoung slapped Seonghwa’s arm in realization. “They cannot be together because they’re Ice while the lady is Fire. Omo” The latter already used to the girl’s habits chuckled, patting her hand as he returned his focus on the performance.

“He’s hanging up there! Is he going up now? That’s sick!” Wooyoung exclaimed in awe as Sunwoo’s part came in.

“How are they coming up with that?” Seonghwa wondered outloud when Juyeon danced in front of the white sheet. “THE BOYZ really works well with their concepts.” Yunho added engrossed at the stage

“THE BOYZ-sunbaenim’s dance is really knife-like. They’re all in sync with each other.” Minyoung said catching herself and closing her mouth which was open throughout the performance. “Will we be able to do that too?”

“Yah. Do you want us to die? Don’t drag everyone in, just try it with the dance line and be satisfied with that please.” Hongjoong jokingly warned the girl while Yeosang let out a laugh shaking his head “Please don’t give her ideas.”

“So it started with snow and ended with fire?” San asked outloud still processing what happened when Minyoung pouted and answered him “I told you. THE BOYZ-sunbaenim are Ice while the lady was fire which is why they couldn’t be together!”

“That was awesome.” Hongjoong commented as the stage ended

“I knew they would pull it off, but Juhaknyeon kept saying ‘We already tried everything.’ But look at them!” Wooyoung ranted feeling betrayed by his friend

“Also, No Air means out of air.” Jongho started then Wooyoung gasped as if suddenly realizing the concept. “Oh, is that why they started underwater?”

“Then the water froze.” San added in “The freezing part was the start.”

“I suddenly got goosebumps.” Yunho replied recalling the moments of the performance

“I already told you guys. You’re not listening to me.” Minyoung sulked, making Seonghwa laugh lightly and pat her back. “Don’t worry Minyoung-ah. I heard you.” Minyoung leaned her head on the eldest saying “This is why you’re the best oppa.”

“Like always, THE BOYZ-sunbaenim did such a fantastic job.” San concluded with the others agreeing.

(During iKON’s meeting)

[iKON called SF9 Chani for help with song recommendations]

Chani: It’s a secret but..when I was filming <Sky Castle>..

Yunhyeong: You filmed that with ATEEZ’ Minyoung right? That drama?

Chani: Yes. I did it with Minyoung. When we were filming for the drama, the two of us listened to <Killing Me> a lot.

Yunhyeong: <Killing Me>? Why?

Junhoe: Was the drama killing you? *laughs*

Chani: It was challenging to film the drama. That’s one reason, but the song comforted me a lot. I mean it. You can ask Minyoung about it too since we both found comfort with it.

iKON members: *laugh* <Killing Me>

[An interesting choice for the 2 acting idols]

DK: Acting must have been so hard *chuckle*

Bobby: It must’ve been tough for it to be <Killing Me>

Chani: The song really hit home for me

(During iKON’s stage)

“What song did iKON-sunbaenim pick? It must have been really tough to pick from all their songs.” Minyoung asked scooting a bit closer to the monitor

“Is it <Love Scenario>?” Wooyoung gasped as the MCs hinted that the song they chose made iKON rank number one a lot.

“But when I saw iKON-sunbaenim in the hallway, they were all wearing black so for it to be <Love Scenario>... Did they rearrange the song completely?” Minyoung wondered out loud as the hints all point toward Love Scenario.

“The number of views is reflected on the points. <Love Scenario> is widely known by among international fans.” Jongho noted remembering the criteria for the point system.

“That’s right. So they’re more likely to rank higher this time around.” San nodded

“Oh? She disappeared.” Yunho exclaimed surprised as Bobby came into the screen with his arms around a girl who suddenly disappeared.

“The End. Love Scenario’s lyrics are really sad despite the bright music. Are they changing it up to be more dramatic?” Minyoung asked as the music is still bare except the piano chords in the background.

“I feel like I’m watching a movie” Hongjoong commented as tune continued on when suddenly the accompaniment changed into a musical style song. Minyoung was singing along softly in her seat as the chorus played.

Yunho looked at Minyoung and nudged her lightly when DK’s solo part came again. He was grinning slightly while Minyoung slapped his arm lightly. “Don’t.” was all Minyoung said just as the music changed into Killing Me.

“Omo. He fell! Oh no. What is happening? Why is the camera blocking-..why is it so dark.” Minyoung confused at what is happening then the drop in the music made her gasp in surprise “That line! It’s..from Big Bang song. Omo.” Seonghwa had to hold on to Minyoung’s chair to stop her from scooting closer to the monitor.

ATEEZ all exclaimed when Chanwoo threw the lighter as the fire effects happened in the background. “This is it.” Wooyoung commented as the whole group bobbed along with the beat.

“Their stage really is killing me. Wah” San exclaimed as the stage came to an end. “That was a short 4 minute performance.”

“The tragedy of love. I think they had a great story like us.” Yunho noted during the group interview

Wooyoung piped in “Bobby-sunbaenim captivated everyone’s attention in the beginning." with San and Minyoung following up with "His gestures were really cool." "It felt as if we were watching his Show Me The Money stage."

(During BTOB’s Stage)

"Omo. It's BTOB-sunbaenim next!" Minyoung exclaimed when the next performer is called.

"She's starting. She's starting to fangirl." San chuckled as he looked on to the girl.

"If they also sing their famous songs then it's done. If it's <I'll Be Your Man> or <Missing You>, it's over. Game over." Minyoung made slicing motions with her hand. "Everyone knows those songs even if they're not a fan."

When the instrumental for Missing You played, Minyoung immediately grabbed unto Seonghwa's arm again already into the song. “That is so awesome” Wooyoung gasped in awe as soon as Changsub started the song.

“This is so cool” Hongjoong commented as soon as the screened dancers came into view with Peniel rapping.”Omo. Their harmonies really.” Minyoung looked about ready to melt in her seat, the rest of the members just chuckling at her reactions

“Take responsibility.” everyone from ATEEZ rapped along with Minhyuk as if doing the fanchant for the song.

"Omo. Minhyuk-sunbaenim!" Minyoung exclaimed as the sword dance and fight sequence happened. "He looks so cool. It’s just like watching a historical action drama.”

Yeosang was surprised when Minhyuk did the motion as if he’ll be taking his top off “What? What’s that?” Seonghwa’s hand automatically moving to cover Minyoung’s view while the girl grabbed it trying to see what is happening. Everyone chuckled when it was nothing while Minyoung pouted. “Why do you cover my eyes?”

“You’re still a baby.” Seonghwa answered seriously with Minyoung mumbling “Then why do you and San-oppa..” Yunho who was seating beside her laughed at the comment.

“Omo. It turned to Spring! Did a year pass already? Omo.” Minyoung gasped in realization as the song ended with petals falling down as if it’s Cherry Blossom season.

(During Stray Kids’ stage)

As soon as Stray Kids took the stage, the camera focused on floor with white sheet covering the dancers “What is this already? What are they going to do now?” Minyoung asked already anticipating an explosive performance from the current number 1 group from the Introduction Stage.

“What will they do on stage?” Jongho asked the same, intrigued by the stage set up from the start

The song started off eerie making Minyoung scoot closer to Seonghwa, half hiding but still looking at the monitors. “I’m scared.” she whispered as the song turns darker with Han’s part. “It’s <Side Effects>? But this is scary.”

“Their ideas are so..wow.” San could only exclaim in awe as Felix’s part started.

“What is happening? Omo. <God’s Menu> suddenly?” Minyoung gasped as the song suddenly changed but maintaining the darker atmosphere of the opening.

“Jisung-ah” she called out as Han did his solo parts “This is an entirely different song!”

“They’re hung upside down!” Yunho pointed out when a dancer was mirroring Chan’s moves. “Omo. That must have been so difficult.” Minyoung noted

“They’re using the stage in various ways.” San chuckled in awe as the set changed again

“Waah. I can’t take my eyes off it.” Hongjoong confessed as the song approached it’s climax

“Youngbok’s voice is really...” Wooyoung started while Minyoung nodded enthusiastically “Right?! A lot of people loves his voice. It’s so charming and it just..draws you right in.”

The rest of Stray Kids’ performance were audibly enjoyed by Wooyoung and Minyoung, both were letting out sounds of awe particularly when their friends gets a camera close-up.

“That was so fun! I mean it was eerie especially during the first part but when it changed to <God’s Menu>, it’s like their energy just exploded.” Minyoung said as she clapped for the group, still feeling the excitement and still in awe of their stage “I can’t believe that was just 4 minutes. Their ideas really...wow.”

“Now it’s your turn to awe them with our performance.” Yunho chuckled as the girl’s expression suddenly turned blank as if just remembering that they are performing next.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

Again, this release is cut into two parts hahaha! I want to say look forward to part 2. as I did more than just cover the actual episode. Like I said last post, I will be slowing down the Kingdom updates. Although I do have until Reborn stages drafted, I feel like I need to pace it out to avoid spoilers for those who haven’t watched the recent episodes. Again, thank you for reading! Tell me what you think about it.

-Mimi

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impala666 · 3 years

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The One With The Stoned Guy Part One (Joey meets Bryan)

In this episode Chandler quits his job to find what his true passion in life is, as Monica once in a lifetime career opportunity. Oh, yeah! Joey meets and finds out about Bryan.

Last Part (Part Four), Series Masterlist

You had just gotten to Central Perk after finishing school for the day and you couldn’t help but feel like you were on top of the world as you sat next to Monica waiting for Rachel to bring everybody their orders. You had taken your first every client which went as smoothly as it could considering that you were still a student, and you were waiting for Bryan to come and pick you up after he got done at the firestation. You were quickly drawn out of your thoughts when you saw Rachel come over with her tray of drinks that all of you ordered. “Coffee,” Rachel announced as she handed the mug to Joey who took it with a thank you. “Cappuccino,” which Ross took with a ‘gracie.’ “An americano,” Rachel said to you as you took the mug with a thank you of your own. “And a nice hot cider for Monica.” Monica thanked the woman as she took the mug from Rachel, but then she noticed something peculiar about her drink.

“Rach,” Monica hollered. “Why does my cinnamon stick have an eraser?” Monica’s weird complaint had you looking up from your own drink with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh,” Rachel’s hand went behind her ear. “Oh, that’s why.” She smiled in realization when she felt the cinnamon stick on her ear. “I’m sorry,” Rachel apologized as she took the hot soaked pencil out of Monica’s mug and put the ear resting cinnamon stick into Monica’s mug instead. Causing yours and Monica’s faces to scrunch up in similar disgust.

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“Hey, you guys!” Phoebe announced as she ran over to the couch. “Chandler’s coming. He says he has incredible news. So when he gets here, let’s all act like…” But she could never finish giving her plan to all of you when the man you were talking about entered the building with a , ‘hey.’ “Nevermind, but it was going to be really good.” Phoebe reassured all of you as she sat next to Monica causing you to scoot over closer to Ross to make room.

“What’s going on?” Ross asks Chandler.

“What’s up?” You also ask turning to face your big brother.

“So, it’s a typical day at work, inputting my numbers. When Big Al calls me into his office and says he wants to make me processing supervisor.” Chandler announces, causing everyone to congratulate him, you were even getting up to give him a quick hug when the announcement took a turn. “So… I quit.” Chandler said, so instead of hugging him with your extended arms you hit him in the arm instead.

“Why?” You all questioned.

“Why? This was supposed to be a temp job.” Chandler tried to defend himself.

“Chandler, you’ve been there for five years.” Monica said, calling Chandler out on how not temporary his job has been.

“But if I took this promotion it’d be like admitting that this is what I actually do.” Chandler explained. You had been there; feeling like you're in a dead end job with no end in sight which just really brought you down.

“Is it a lot more money?” You had to ask though.

“It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want to be one of those guys that’s in his office until 12:00 at night worrying about the WEENUS.” Chandler spoke to as if it should have been obvious what he was talking about.

“The weenus?” Rachel asked both confused and concerned.

“”Weekly Estimated Net Usage Systems.” It’s a processing term.” Chandler explained himself as he moved to sit in the arm chair.

“Oh...that weenus.” Rachel joked since it still meant nothing to the rest of you.

“So, what’re you going to do?” Joey asked.

“I don’t know, that’s it. I don’t know what I want to do I just know I won’t figure it out working there.” Chandler said quietly. You couldn’t help but sit on the arm of the chair and wrap him in a quick hug. It was hard being in that position. When you aren’t happy enough to stop doing it, but you still don’t know what you want to do.

“Oh! I have something you can do.” Phoebe jumped forward in her seat with an idea. “I have this new massage client, Steve?” Phoebe questioned as if all of you should know him. “Anyway, he’s opening a new restaurant and he’s looking for a head chef.” Phoebe announced, she gestured to Chandler to give him the idea but you all just sat with blank stares waiting for her to catch up when Monica tapped Phoebe on the shoulder.

“Um...hi, there.” Monica smiled when Phoebe turned around to look at her to she what she wanted.

“Hi.” Phoebe smiled at her. “Oh yeah, no, I know you’re a chef and I thought of you first. But Chandler’s the one who needs a job right now, so.” Phoebe got frustrated when Monica tried to ask for it when clearly she had a friend that was in need. She turned around to give her friend in need a big smile to see what he thought.

“Yeah, I just don’t have a lot of chefing experience. Unless it’s an all-toast restaurant.” Chandler explained to Phoebe as she felt Monica tapping her again.

“Yeah,” she asked as she gave Monica her full attention.

“What kind of food is he looking for?” Monica asked Phoebe.

“He wants to do something eclectic, so he’s looking for someone who can create the entire menu.” Phoebe explained.

“Oh, my God!” Monica cheered as she grabbed onto Phoebe’s arm, when Monica heard everything that she needed and wanted to hear.

“Yeah, I know!” Phoebe cheered with her. “So what do you think?” Phoebe asked turning around to face Chandler.

“Thanks, Pheebes. I just don’t really see myself in a big white hat.” Chandler politely turned her down.

“Okay,” Phoebe shrugged his loss off her shoulders when a thought came to her. “”Oh, Monica, guess what!” She cheered as Monica groaned and hid her face in Ross’s shoulder as she rolled her eyes. You sat there on the arm chair’s arm laughing at what went on when you heard the entrance door open, and the person that you were expecting to meet walked in through the door.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bryan brightly smiled as he walked over. You stood up from your seat.

“Hey, Bryan,” you smiled as you stood on your tip toes and the both of you leaned in to quickly peck each others lips. The both of you had gone out a couple times with in the last few weeks, so yes you had gotten to the age of kissing and usually make out sessions.

“You ready to go?” He asked, to which you nodded. Bryan put his hand on your lower back to guide you to go first but someone in your friend group not so subtly cleared their throats causing the both of you to look over at your brother.

“Aren’t you going to introduce everyone?” Chandler asked with his fake smile to which you knew was his overprotective brother side.

“Right,” you smiled in embarrassment and annoyance. “Bryan this is my big brother, Chandler, Phoebe who you’ve met, Monica, Rachel, Ross, and Joey.” When you finally landed on Joey’s face you couldn’t tell if he was angry, jealous, or sad. It was hard to tell. “Everyone this is Bryan.” You gestured to the gigantic man as you made uncomfortable eye contact with Joey; you really dreaded the both of them meeting, but you were single. You were allowed to see who you wanted.

“Hi, Bryan!” Everyone but Joey greeted. Bryan leaned over to shake your big brothers hand.

“So what do you do?” Chandler asked the man.

“I’m a fire fighter, actually,” Bryan smiled a little as he uncomfortably slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Chandler and everyone nodded in approval to you, to which you rolled your eyes.

“H-how did the two of you meet?” Joey asked, looking like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“We met here, actually,” you decided to answer before looking at him. His face was just blank.

“Oh, cool,” Joey could barely get out.

“So, Y/N,” Bryan placed his hand on your back again.

“Hmm?” You asked, looking away from Joey and up at him. Quickly putting a smile on your face.

“You ready to go?” Bryan asked again as he took a careful look at your face.

“Yeah, of course. Let’s go.” You answered, grabbing your coat and the both of you made your way to the door. “Bye guys.” You took another quick glance at Joey before you grabbed onto Bryan’s arm and the both of you walked out the door to where you were going to have dinner. Little did you know, you had sad puppy dog eyes watching you from behind as you left.

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jae-canikeepyou · 3 years

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| letting go | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst (i don’t think it’s enough ;-; )

a/n: weeee this was rotting in my drafts for months, it’s not proof read (as always) haha :D

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the strong rush of winds together with falling sharp raindrops were painful, as if multiple arrows were aimed at you by a number of huntsmen— hiding behind woods, camouflaging themselves in order to not reveal their positions.

at this point, the droplets rather felt like hailstones than water. well what difference did it make? they still sliced your flesh like knives even if they were the condensed and frozen forms of liquid.

just as your body froze when you saw him with her.

almost the whole crowd turned heads to your way. looking back, the entire picturesque looked exactly like a bride entering a chapel for her walk at the aisle, except what happened earlier was the total opposite. it looked like you objected the bind of the new couple because believe it or not, whispers from all directions grew and there wasn’t an end to them. they spread so quickly that you didn’t bother to stop them.

you stood right in front of your boyfriend, right at the middle of the dance floor, whom he had his arms around a girl’s waist. to make you respond negatively and hurtfully, his fingers intertwined, not wanting to let her away from his touch.

in the depths of your heart, you hoped he would release her and run towards you in regret of his actions. but given the fact that they continued to sway along with the music like you never existed, it was obvious he was deliberately trying to make you flip off. sober or not, you already familiarised yourself with his habits and mannerisms in the years you’ve been with him. the smirk growing at the girl’s lips confirmed it was her plan, while the look on jaehyun’s face mirrored hers.

he was in for the game he wanted to play.

these whole three years, was there a day he thought about you, cared for you, or even loved you? did you actually mean anything to him? for him to easily leave you with another? the club music began to soften, not because everyone witnessed what was going on, but because your hearing was slowly deafening from the revelation before you. what you experienced at that moment; as if you were shoved underwater and let you drown in your fears of a breaking relationship.

it was breaking now, and you’re breaking apart now.

“jaehyun?” the once dear name left your lips and you stood there frozen. his shirt disheveled from the collarbone downwards along with a stupid missing vans shoe you gifted him for the anniversary a week ago. “you said you were going to..” you hissed, and swallowed the words back to avoid giving hints of sadness. “..nevermind.”

the girl snaked her arms around his neck. “oh y/n, finish your sentence.” she was high, her words slurred but was sober enough to pay attention to you. “that would mark as a closure with him, won’t it?” her giggles shrieking in amusement. what a sadist.

“ignore her. now, where were we?” jaehyun cupped her jaw to turn her attention away from you.

it took a minute or less to realise that your fists balled at his naughty, flirtatious grin he put out. you knew your skin already was dented with crescent marks you didn’t bother checking. with courage— the hesitating kind, you walked up to him to confirm your doubts that has been clouding your mind since you last saw him. the girl rolled her eyes, irritated at the fact you were quite persistent. jaehyun did the same. “so you’re just gonna dump me like that?” you pushed him on the chest.

“if you want to hear my answer, i can say it.” jaehyun gestured the girl to leave the both of you. “give us a minute.” he shoved his hands in his pockets to grab an item. it was a watch you got for him in the first year. thinking that he was to give it back, apparently, you thought wrong.

the silver watch fell to the ground with his gaze slowly rising from it to you. “i’m pretty much sober, but i was drunk when i agreed to be your boyfriend.”

“lies.” you gritted your teeth, not buying anything that came from his lips. “telling me you’re lying!”

“it’s the truth, y/n.” jaehyun said. it pissed you off when he had the audacity to bring your hair behind your ear, as if that would make you believe him. he lightly touched the edge of your chin, bringing it closer to his face. you shut your eyes hoping that this was all a dream, but it clearly wasn’t. “it’s all one-sided. it’s easy to understand by now yeah? i don’t love you.”

“jaehyun!” the girl singsonged as she returned, pulling him with impatience. “let’s go?”

you felt your throat going dry seeing both of their figures getting smaller in the distance. you couldn’t afford to be more mad because you knew that if you did, jaehyun still would never return to you. he already enjoyed the sight of you hurting, so what much more if you reacted to his plan? the long-term plan he plotted against a relationship he was to tear apart anyway?

the heart of yours that once pounded vigorously for him now probably skipped a beat or two, or more because you couldn’t keep track in counting. you just couldn’t. everything and all else in your peripheral began to blur in your own tears. and glad they did.

sometimes you’d like to think your heart had a mind of its own. it summoned your legs to leave the place when your mind was already completely blank, and you didn’t realise that you made yourself look vulnerable and desperate to everyone in that house.

even so, no one dared to come to comfort you despite knowing who you were: jaehyun’s now ex-girlfriend. they watched all of it happen like they do with most tv series. maybe they didn’t want to get involved with the drama. the rain started to pour and that was when you gave in into the depression you’ve held inside in the span of three minutes. great timing. no one would know i’m crying now. leave him be y/n.

walking towards home from here was better than taking a bus, you’d probably embarrass yourself. and grabbing a taxi would’ve been convenient, but most vehicles were occupied or drivers wouldn’t take in customers due to finished shifts. the only thing protecting you from the rain was your endurance and patience.

you continued running; away from the source of pain, escaping to wherever your half-conscious state brings you. you weren’t close to home yet.

what felt like hours only made your body temperature drop to its lowest.

a car pulled over just when your legs were to give in. you were in a daze that you weren’t aware of the vehicle honking at you. so the flickers of the headlights did the job better. the window rolled down that the person inside let out a gasp.

the slam of the door had you turning around. voices battling each other and it was surprising you could hear them bickering so clearly under the intense rainfall and loud thunderstorms. “give me a second! it’s y/n and she’s soaked!”

that certain voice warmed the freezing you which jaehyun caused. you turned around to see yuta, your best friend, removing his coat, quickly wrapping over your heads and led you straight into his car. “why are you out here alone?! where’s jaehyun?! is he not with you?!” he tsked, telling ten to drive back to the apartment.

between your sobs you let out a bitter and husky scoff, not wanting to hear or associate yourself with that name ever again. taeyong let you wear his scarf and lend you pocket warmers to add more body heat. “o-one..” you mumbled. “i-it was one-sided. he never l-loved me.”

your friends exchanged looks and were so ready to go to the bar where jaehyun was at, to beat the pulp out of him. “that bastard— ten, turn around! i’m beating the crap out of jaehyun!”

“n-no! please!” you hugged yuta and he froze at your plead. “it’ll cause more trouble than he already is!”

“y/n he wasted three years of your time just to play with your feelings!” yuta tried to see the bar behind the moist and droplets on the window. “and i won’t allow anyone to hurt you when he’s the trouble!”

your palms covered your eyes long as you tried to explain. “but he made his word and you know he’s the type to bring in more trouble! he has people on his back and you’re outnumbered..”

“y/n’s right, yuta. we can’t afford to fight all of them.” taeyong pat your head.

yuta slammed his clenched fists on the edge along with fits of his legs. “rgh!”

you were afraid of jaehyun leaving you, yet your bestfriend gave you the most fear since it wasn’t the first time he clashed with your lover. he was against the relationship, that you began dating an enemy of their frat and that it was risky. he warned you that they both had quite a rough history and would for sure have each other’s heads if they were to meet again.

and because your cries led to this, yuta was sure he wouldn’t let his once bestfriend near you.

ten suddenly stepped on the brakes followed with a yelp. slight screeches from the tires had everyone going forwards before hitting backs against the seats. “oh my g- is he dead?” kun sat up a little to see the figure trying to get up.

“who?” taeyong’s eyes widened.

“i think it was jaehyun.” ten pulled a lever to stop the windscreen wiper.

“ha! he deserved it!” yuta’s grin was menacing and chilled you to the bone, but you understood his reasons. and you were an idiot to not able to notice the relationship falling out until the last minute.

jaehyun yelled out your name several times, asking you to get off the car. you didn’t want to because what was the point? he didn’t love you so why did he want you back now? he was crying, but he could be drunk too.

when that wasn’t enough for jaehyun to get to you, he opened the car door, in which, wasn’t locked and managed to grab hold of yuta’s arm out of the vehicle, pulling you along with him out in the rain. “get back here y/n! you’re not going with yuta!” jaehyun yelled as he made you stand on your toes.

“she’s not going with you! jerk!” yuta quickly punched him in the face, causing jaehyun to fall.

you jumped in front of him, stopping yuta from more violence. “yuta please!”

but jaehyun punched him too. back and forth of fist fights.

taeyong and kun got off the car to join you prevent yuta. “dude quit it! let’s just bring y/n home!”

you pushed your way through and passed the boys, eyes asking your bestfriend to calm down. “y/n what the hell are you doing?! he’s drunk!” yuta grabbed your wrists. “why are you still going to talk to him?”

“i’m not doing this for him, i’m doing this for me.” you sniffed and the seriousness in your eyes made yuta let go. “i just need to make things clear to him one last time.”

“you’re stubborn but i’ll credit you for being brave. give you five ‘cause i’m counting.”

you didn’t care about getting sick. all you could think of was to bid that final farewell. it hurt when he wrapped you in his arms as if what happened earlier was nothing to him. as if breaking your heart was his cup of tea. “what do you want jaehyun?”

he mumbled. reeking of the remains of alcohol, you couldn’t stand him anymore. “i want you.”

“well i don’t.” you wriggled out of his hold. “i went out of my way to tell you to stay out of my life.”

he stared at you. it was different than before. he didn’t do this on purpose. three years with him was enough to know his moves and this was one of those that he was attentive now. “i still love—”

“no!” you sobbed and struggled to catch your breath, soon pushing his shoulder and though he didn’t budge, he probably got the message. “don’t start with that word! for all i care you could be the all-star player girls love— but you’re never ever going to win my heart again! you don’t even love me to begin with and you said it yourself!”

you brushed him as jaehyun tried to reach out for you. “how many trophies have you kept on your shelf, hm? i’d say five.. ah, twenty?” you stifle a sarcastic laugh. “am i one of the trophies you desperately want to get? how about that girl you’re with? is she part of the collection too?”

he stayed quiet, and you expected this anyway. “i’ll never be enough for you. goodbye jae.” you sighed.

jaehyun saw that yuta was already waiting. he had you in his arms, giving the middle finger at him before you both entered the car. it wasn’t that you fell short, it was him. indeed it was true that you were a prize he achieved, but even all-star players had their insecurities too. he just didn’t share with you, rather he chose not to.

because what would he get in return? just a little word of encouragement would make him feel better? no, of course not. he didn’t want that and you couldn’t give what he wanted from you. the car vanished in the distance.

so did your peripheral when you looked back.

some reason, you felt better. the company of your friends now were better than jaehyun, in all the three years combined.

“hey, y/n. you didn’t take five minutes.” yuta nudged you lightly. “he’s not worth it.”

you fell silent as you deleted a picture of jaehyun posing with his watch from a year ago. tears brimmed your eyes but you promised yourself just now to never cry because of him. “i’m gonna sleep. wake me up when we arrive home.”

yeah. you counted as well. it took three years to realise how dumb you actually were and how jaehyun wasn’t the person you knew but..

it took three minutes to decide to let him go.

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marvelship-oneshots · 3 years

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ADOPTION 1(SUPERFAMILY)

AU where Tony sees Peter and wants to adopt him but but he has to be married to adopt and Steve jumps in to help him [1.5k words]

It was a very grey morning in November when Tony's life changed forever. An elementary school had a visit planned for that morning and him, not having anything to do, made sure to think of something funny for the kids. It was at that moment that Tony was struck by lightning. It was not a tall, handsome, blond man, like he had always thought would happen, but it was a cute 5-year-old kid. He had always loved kids, his biggest dream was to be a father, but, being a gay man, he didn't have the means to make a baby. He asked Pepper to surrogate for him, but, well, she shut him out before he could finish asking the question. But when he saw that kid in the corner of the break room, looking at his classmates having a snack, he just knew that that kid was going to be in his life much, much longer. Tony looked at the kid and then at his donut. He walked to him and sat on the floor. "Hey kid, did you have a snack?" Peter shook his head and took the donut that Tony was handing him. "What's your name kiddo?" "Peter" he whispered so lightly that Tony almost didn't hear him. "Well, hi Peter, I'm Tony" Peter shook Tony's Han with his little, chubby and full of powdered sugar once.

"What's the deal with tha kid?" Tony asked the teacher while they were waiting for the kids to go back to their school. "His parents died a few years ago and living in the orphanage is pretty hard on him" Tony nodded, looking at Peter running on his short chubby legs towards his friends. Once the kids left, Tony went back to his office, thinking about little Peter. Pepper joined him short after, bringing him lunch. "Penny for your thoughts?" Tony took a bite of his bagel. "Mh yeah. I want a kid" Pepper stopped chewing and looked at Tony. "I've already told you-" "Yeah yeah, I know. Just, find out what do I have to do to adopt the Peter kid from today's class" They finished their lunch in silence, while Pepper worked on her tablet to find the information Tony asked her. "This is the agency that is handling his case" Pepper said, handing him the tablet. "Get me an appointment" "Yeah, about that" Pepper pointed at a section of the website "They only want couples- married couples" Tony looked at Pepper. "Oh no, no, no no. Definitely no. I said I won't be carrying your child, and sure as hell, I won't be marrying you" "Oh God, no. Nevermind, I'll figure something out"

That night it was their weekly trivia night at the local pub, wanted by Steve, of course. The night went as any other trivia night. Everything rolled fine, until people started getting mad because, obviously, it was not fair having the genius duo Banner and Stark in the same team. And, like every week, Tony would stay late, getting way too tipsy to drive himself back home and Steve, being the old-fashioned gentleman he is, would drive him home. Tony slid his glass towards the barman. "Another" The bartender filled the glass with top shelf whiskey and, when he saw Steve sitting next to Tony,he poured a blond beer from the tap. "I want a kid, Steve" "I know. You mentioned it. Pepper still doesn't want to surrogate?" Tony shook his head. "I saw this kid today- orphan kid- during the field trip. He's so cute, y'know? You should see him" "And you want to adopt him?" Tony nodded. "But? There's a but, right?" Tony chuckled. "They'll let only married couples adopt" Steve took a sip of his beer. "You would have made an amazing father" "Yeah, I think that too" Steve scoffed, shocking his head. "Don't even ask. Pepper is not marrying me" Steve lightly laughed. "This might be the whiskey talking, but...will you, y'know...?" The blond man looked at Tony, arching his eyebrows, as if he already knew what Tony wanted to say. "What? To marry you for the adoption to go though?" Tony shook his head. "Forget it. It's crazy, I know" "It is" Steve took a sip of his beer "It is, but yes. I'll marry you" Tony and Steve looked at each other and burst out laughing. "For real though. I'll marry you"

Tony pulled up in front of the courthouse in his flaming red Ferrari. Pepper was already waiting for him in a white suit with a knee-long pencil skirt and her signature high heels. "You're late" Tony closed the black jacket, hiding a white graphic t-shirt. "Well, the bride is usually late" he said, putting his sunglasses in the top pocket of the jacket. "This is totally crazy. And borderline illegal. You know that right?" Tony scrolled his shoulders as he held the door open for pepper. Steve was already there, in his Captain uniform. He was trying to look at himself in the small mirror while Bucky was fixing his tie. "Your groom has arrived" Steve turned towards Tony, holding out his hand. "You ready?" "You don't have to do this, you know right?" Steve smiled down at Tony. "I know. But I want to" he said, opening the door.

"Mr Stark, Mr Rogers, good morning. Please take a seat" Tony and Steve sat in front of the judge desk. "I see you brought witnesses" Bucky and Pepper shyly smiled at each other. The man in the black robe started listing every duty and right that would come with the marriage, asking them an exaggerated number of questions. "Mr Stark, sign here" Tony took the pen Pepper was handing him and signed where the judge had drawn a little x. "Mr Rogers, sign here" Steve took the pen from Tony's hand and signed right under Tony's signature. Pepper and Bucky were the next to sign, right before the judge started putting stamps on the different pages. "By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I pronounce you husband and husband" Steve and Tony shook the judge's hand and took their certificate. Tony took Steve by the arm as they walked out. "Let's go adopt a kid" "I was thinking, maybe a little celebration is in order"

Steve and Tony were sitting in the diner right on the other side on the street from the orphanage, sharing a milkshake because that's what couples do, right? Tony slid across the table a small velvet box. Steve opened it, revealing two little gold bands. "I figured that we might need those" Steve giggled and put the smallest ring on Tony's ring finger, then, Tony did the same with the other ring. "Let's get you that baby" Steve said, putting an arm on Tony's shoulders after Tony slid a bill on the table. They crossed the street and walked into the tall, grey building. Tony shrugged when he saw an old secretary walking towards them. "What can I help you with?" Her voice gave the chills to Steve, who looked at Tony with an horrified look. "We would like to adopt a kid" The old lady looked at them, shook her head, called the headmaster's office and showed them to the waiting room. "Sit here" she said harshly, pointing to the wooden chairs along the corridor. "She's nice" Tony said and Steve cracked a smile. A few minutes later, the headmaster opened the door. He was a very tall, slim man, with short, perfectly grasped hair. He was wearing a brown jacket, way too big for his figure. Steve and Tony looked at each other as if they knew what went through the other's mind. Because they did. They always knew what the other was thinking. They had this thing, where their brains were always synchronised and this was the cause of the many fights with the others during game nights. "Please" he pointed at the chairs "So, you said you wanted to adopt" "Yes, the Peter kid" The old man nodded. "As you know, adoption is reserved only for-" 'Straight couples' Tony thought, already thinking the worst. "-married couples" "Yes, we know that" Tony said as Steve took his head. "We got married. Today actually" The man slightly smiled. "You know it's going to be a long, long process" Steve and Tony nodded. "Preliminary interviews with you, your friends, your family, home visits and then, only if you're suitable, you'll start fostering and then after a while you can adopt" They nodded again. "We understand" The man looked in his agenda for an appointment for the preliminary interview, handing them a sticky note with the date the Tony stocked on the back of his phone, knowing that his AI would probably have already registered the appointment. "Can we see him? The kid" The man nodded and showed them to the play area where the kids were playing. "Which one is it?" Steve whispered in Tony's ear. Tony pointed at Peter who was reading a big book on a red bean bag. "You were right, he's cute"

#tony stark #steve rogers #stony fic #stony #stevetony #steve x tony #tonysteve #tony x steve #superhusbands #irondad #irondad and spiderson #ironfam #spiderson #peter parker

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ffastoriesforfatties · 4 years

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Public stuffing

Standing in the mirror you start to observe your reflection packed into unbuttoned jeans when you hear the door slide open

You frantically try to suck in your recently expanding belly and you try to button your pants unsuccessfully. At that moment your partner Alice walks in seeing you in your pitiful state pants hanging open with a belly causing a divide of several inches in the gap. Your small boobs contained in a strained sports bra and nothing else to cover yourself. Alice obviously notices your embarrassment and goes in to tease

“Another outgrown pair piggy? You’re costing us a fortune...” she moved around behind you and pinched your multiplying back rolls, “why don’t we get you some food, here put on this shirt” Alice tossed you a once cute floral crop top that what certainly too tight, you feel your pussy getting wet as you refute the idea of the shirt

“This, this is tiny on me, it’s from when we first started dating” you whine

“I know fatty, that’s the point” she jiggled your gut “I’ll meet you in the car in 10, and you better be wearing exactly that” she winked and slipped away

You obediently put on the shirt and look at yourself. It came a couple inches down your gut, thankfully stretchy, but It required you to pull it down occasionally to keep it in place. The shirt was an off the shoulder cut with longer sleeves but the fabric cut into your shoulder fat and the sleeves made noticeable indents on your forearms. Looking down your pants were still unbuttoned so you grab a hair tie, wrap it around the button, and loop it through the hole and straining get it back over the button to make a makeshift close for your pants. You then grab your purse and walk out to the car

Alice is waiting in the car and you hop in, her grin widening as you approach the door, reaching its peak when you take a seat watching your belly expand.

“..This shirt is so tight on me babe..” you say as you play with the hem of the shirt which while you’re sitting was even higher up than before

“And look you can’t even see your pants are unbuttoned right now cause your gut covers it” Alice chuckled as you blush looking down at your dome shaped stomach remembering how flat and toned it once was.

In almost no time Alice pulls up to the local diner, and gets out standing in front of the car watching you struggle to get out of the seat, and then walked you inside

“Hey why don’t you sit down at a table and I’ll order” she winked and walked away as you went in the opposite direction towards the tables, feeling the stares of patrons eyes on your stomach hanging out of your shirt as you continuously get more and more turned on.

You plop your widening ass into a booth seat towards the back as you notice how close your belly is getting to touching the edge of the table when your back is all the way against the wall behind you. You sit and patiently wait for Alice to come back until you see her with a number for your food looking around for you.

You wave at her and when she catches sight of you she begins to walk back shaking her head laughing

“Oh really? A seat all the way back here? I don’t think so piggy, we’re getting front row seats for this meal, I want everyone to see you” Alice put out her hand and you take it as she try’s to help you up but your big bloated body has to heavingly scoot out of the booth. She walks you to a table in the middle of the seating area, front and center, this time a chair table so you’re visible from all angles. Alice pulls out a chair and you take it, sets the number on the counter space and takes the seat across from you

You notice a middle aged couple and their adolescent children about a table across from you, the parents eye you judgementally but keep to themselves. The only other patrons in the restaurant were a group of teenagers in a booth you spotted on your way over.

In very little time a waitress struggling under the weight of her tray was looking around for the table she was supposed to be delivering to, and kept looking at the families table until she realized you had the number and she approached confused.

“You’re #12 right?” Alice nodded for you

“Um alright,” she unloaded the tray onto your table and you turn bright red as you realize how much Alice ordered, you desperately try to thank the waitress as she leaves and she scoffs at you.

Alice not lifting a finger to grab anything to eat leans back and gives you a smug look and you realize she expects you to finish it all

You tentatively pick up a burger from the massive hoard of food in front of you and begin to eat it, slowly at first before realizing how good it is, and more importantly how hungry you are. Before you know it you’ve already eaten through 3 plates leaving your face covered in crumbs and sauces accumulating on your shirt from your reckless devouring.

Alice watching you with delight intermittently chiming in with benign small talk to fill the not so empty noise of you stuffing your face unable to control your hunger.

Licking off your fingers to get every last drop of food you go in on a club sandwhich, taking massive bites and drawing attention from the near by family, watching you in your pacified bloated body and getting judgemental glances at the already cleared plates.

You take a pause and catch your breath, wipe your hands on a napkin and notice the massive amount of food Alice bought was already dwindling, leaving a side of fries and half of a burger you didn’t completely finish from earlier as well as a coke. You grab said coke and wash down the food you’ve already eaten and let out an unintentional blelch, and quickly cover your mouth blushing bright red. Then you realize you’re breathing like a literal pig, panting from nothing but eating and Alice notices

“Well look at that, you’re out of breath from eating...” she slides her foot up against your leg dorm under the table and smiles at you clearly amused by your piggish behavior

You put your hands on your belly and realize how full you are, and the fact that your belly is now pressed against the edge of the table and Alice chimes in again “I hope you know by now we’re not leaving until you’re all finished...” seeing your depleted stuffed state.

Taking a deep breath you slowly jam the rest of the burger into your mouth leaving sauce and meat juices dripping from your mouth and take another long sip from the coke before dutifully finishing off the fries and finally leaning back in your chair exposing your entire belly to the world

“I’ll be right back, you can head on back to the car love” Alice said and once again walked away

Just then still in your leaned back position a kid no older than 10 from the table over says “Mommy she looks like the seals we saw at the zoo yesterday!” And an older sibling of the kid quietly pitches in with “nah I’d say she’s more like a pig” before snickering

“Austin! Jeremiah! That’s rude!” Their mother scolds them while their dad just laughs along with them

You decide to start on your way back to the car, and you take off your pants rubber band because it is far to tight now and heave your bloated body upwards stretching infront of the family and letting your massive gut hang out before again completely unintentionally letting out a massive burp and covering your mouth in shame as the family stares in judgement.

“You’d think you’d have a little shame good lord” the mom whispered upset her breath as she ushered her children out of the restaurant.

You’re slightly embarrassed but oh so turned on, you walk towards the door, needing to stop and take a breath, before proceeding to the car belly hanging a foot out in front of you like a bumper.

You realize your car is parked very close to someone else and realize you have to shimmy between them to get to the door.

You sigh and you press your ass against your car and your belly against the adjacent car and slide in until mortified, you realise, with your belly sandwiched right against the window, a teenager and his friends are in the car you’re pressed up against. Their shocked faces start at you until one of them rolls down a window

“Yo fatass get your stomach off my car” he said

You stumbling over your words frantically apologize, and scoot towards your door sucking in as much as possible and finally managing to open your door and painfully squeeze in and heavily seat yourself before the teenagers begin to drive off but not before yelling

“Why don’t you try to loose some weight piggy” followed by oinking noises. You sigh and lean back thankful to be done with that when you look up to see Alice holding a bag laughing, and you realize she saw that entire interaction

“Loose some weight fatty, teenagers right” Alice teased poking your bloated belly “that was a sight to see, could you really only get to the car by sliding like that? you really are getting big, I’ll have to start parking away from other cars” she smiled and started unpacking the bag she had. She pulled out a milkshake and some brownie lava cakes

“Oh no Alice look at my belly! I can’t eat that” you beg feeling your very stuffed gut like a bowling ball in your lap.

“Alright I guess I’ll just have to eat it myself then...” Alice waved the lava cake around letting you smell it, making your mouth drool thinking about the warm chocolate my goodness even though you just ate enough for a family when Alice pretending to start to take a bite before you object overwhelmed by your thoughts

“WAIT, ok ok ok nevermind I do want it, please can I have it?” You grovel before Alice leans your seat back and begins to feed you the cake interspersed with bites of milkshake until you had eaten the whole cake and half of the large shake. Alice puts the car in drive and takes you home as you lay back in the seat absolutely stuffed but still suckling on your milkshake in your food stained shirt exposing your round pale belly to the world.

“I must be the luckiest feeder in the world cause you’re an excellent pig.. I’ve been tracking your calories today and you ate 5,350 calories today, plus that shake I added body builder powder to which adds an extra 1,000 when you’re finished..” Alice chuckled as she parked the car in our driveway “Youre a perfect fatass you know?”

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jilytho · 3 years

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Blind Dating and Miscalculating

Blind dating au where Lily is on a blind date and wrongly assumes James is her date

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“Whew does Mary know how to pick ‘em!” James looked up in shock to see a woman, apparently under the impression some Mary somehow ‘picked’ James leering at him, teetering from side to side as she pulled back the chair opposite him and clambered into it, nearly knocking off the unused wine glass closest to her.

Drunk. Drunk but also gorgeous. Red tendrils that likely at one point in the night were neatly arranged were now flung about her shoulders in partial disarray.

“Scuse me, I’m not quite sure you’ve got the right-”

“I told her I didn’t want to go! I said,” she reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards her, wide eyes locked on his. One look at her bright green eyes (beautifully green eyes, his favorite shade of green, actually) was enough to tell that while the lights were on, nobody was home. “I said, Mary!” She exclaimed, continuing to cradle his hand close to her while gesturing wildly with the other, “Mary I have no interest in dating, period. Nevermind getting set up with some random strange man. Especially with the name Mark. I mean, look, no offense Mark and other Marks of the world but it really is a rather plain name.” She paused to catch his gaping mouth opening and closing not unlike a fish before continuing. “That’s not to say that plain is always a bad thing or that extravagant names are a good thing,” she stumbled over the word extravagant and pushed right past it, “I mean I dated this bloke, Severus, once and I thought wow such an interesting name, fascinating. Nope. Dead boring and borderline stalkerish fellow as it turns out. So you’d think I’d like plain after an experience like that, wouldn’t you?”

She stopped abruptly, eyes staring at him expectantly, apparently waiting for some form of agreement.

“Erm I suppose so?”

“Exactly! You’d think! But I mean, Mark. So mundane. I just assumed the person would be mundane as well. Probably an accountant or a lawyer, blech. Not to mention I was a bit nervous, been a little since my last date if I’m being honest. Not that there weren't offers.” She gripped his hand tighter, “There were offers, Mark. Don’t start thinking I’m desperate. I had offers.” She dropped his hand and folded her arms as if he had suggested otherwise.

“I didn’t say- I’m not, I'm sorry can we back up for a-” his words and thoughts were a jumbled mess.

“Anyway,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and relaxing her arms, “anyway. Anyway, what was I saying? Mark! Yes, Mark. So as I was saying, I didn’t want to go on this date at all but Mary was all ‘it’ll be good for you! He’s so cute! We’ll get drinks first!’ and so I agreed to come meet you, but may have drank more than three margaritas but in my defense it was 2 for 1 and Mary was paying and I can never pass up a good deal. So that's why I’m late. But I am here. I am here with you, Mark, and you are far less boring looking than I expected. Yes, much cuter than any Mark I’ve ever met. Mary did well.” She nodded approvingly, sitting back in her seat and smiling constantly.

From the corner of his eye he saw Sirius walk into the restaurant and see the woman in the chair Sirius had been meant to occupy. James immediately tried to signal with his eyes, “HELP, HELP, HELP” without alerting the redhead in front of him when Sirius, the bastard, winked at him lightly, turned on his heel, and left.

She hadn’t noticed his desperate face as she was busy scanning the menu over and when she wasn’t calling him Mark or yelling in his face she was quite pretty. Extremely pretty, actually. Like exactly the kind of person he’d want to have one a blind date. Or a non-blind date. Any date really. And the girl clearly needed food in her stomach to soak up some of her margarita, really it would be irresponsible to leave her like this. The least he could do would be to keep her company, pretend he was Mark to try and minimize her embarrassment, and then make sure she got home safe.

“You know,” she met his eye over her menu as he spoke, “for someone who seems to have a lot of opinions on my name, I don’t believe Mary ever told me yours.”

She laughed lightly, a beautiful wind chimey, tinkly noise that sent delight shooting down his spine.

“Lily, Lily Evans.” She reached her hand across the table again, this time for him to shake. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine, Lily, Lily Evans.” He shook her hand lightly and looked back at his menu.

Dinner seemed to fly by. Once Lily got some food into her system she sobered up rapidly, yet sobriety in no way impacted her ability to keep him completely enthralled and entertained. Each passing minute made him more inclined to legally change his name to Mark and live the lie for the rest of his days.

Sure their life would be a lie, he thought as she threw her head back laughing over some asinine story he was telling of Sirius, red hair swirling around like flames, but it would be fun.

Not only was she bold, she openly mocked his ordering bourbon, ruthlessly holding nothing back despite only knowing him for a matter of minutes, but she was also unbelievably sweet. Listening intently to every story he shared, telling multiple of her own where despite being an ass kicking journalist she somehow also found time to volunteer at the animal shelter and had fostered three different dogs in the last two months. Ruthless, for sure, as she batted her eyes at him over her water glass causing all sorts of feelings to start to stir. She would give James, correction- Mark, a run for his money and then some. Barely an hour of sitting across from her and he was pretty sure he’d take his dinner knife to Mark's throat if the bloke ever actually did show up. Whether it be from jealousy or fury that any human being could ever stand up this goddess in front of him.

The conversation flowed easily. Leaping seamlessly from her parents professions to his childhood mischief to the time she dyed her sister's dog key lime green. Her dad had a thing for flowers, apparently, marrying a Rose and insisting on making their daughters Petunia and Lily.

“You could keep up the tradition, you know. Get your kids some flower names. Maybe something unique,”

“What?” She scoffed, “and subject them to years of cheesy, thoughtless bouquets of a flower you hardly like just because it’s your namesake? I don’t think so.”

“Then make it a flower they’d want to get! Or an herb, like Basil. Everyone wants a Basil plant around.” He pointed his drink at her as she spluttered incoherently, “are you telling me you don’t love a basil plant?”

“You’re right, how dare I overlook such a top quality name as Basil.” She drawled out in a monotone, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I suppose we’d go with something more colorful though, like Anemone!” She looked like the idea was pure genius and now he was the one spluttering in her face.

He tried not to let his heart burst at her use of we.

“I’m sorry, isn’t that the ocean thing? The Nemo thing? The sea anananamename thing where they live? That’s what you want to name your child?”

Her eyes were screwed shut as she clutched her chest, gasping for air through her laughs.

“What?” He grinned at her, not caring if he had somehow said the wrong thing or appeared dumb when her laughter was so intoxicating. He felt a tingling run straight down his spine.

“A sea,” she gasped out through choked laughs, “anemone!”

“That’s what you just said!” He continued to argue.

“Whew,” she wiped a stray tear from one eye, “truthfully you’re not that far off base at all. Same exact spelling. But they do have anemone for flowers that are on land as well as the sea. I’ve just never heard someone butcher a word so spectacularly.”

“Yes well, you know I’m quite good at that.” He leaned back in his seat as her eyebrow quirked up. “In fact, so good that I have been named the anti-Spelling B Champ,” he nodded matter of factly and continued on as if she wasn’t gaping at him, echo of a laugh still present on her face.

“It’s true! Annually, all the people that hate spelling b’s gather and compete to see who can truly butcher a word the most. I’ve won every time. You’re sitting with a nationally ranked word ruiner.”

“Oh wow, however could I have not known. Do you have any secrets of the trade you could share?”

“I usually would never divulge such confidential information but just because you asked so nicely and because you are in fact stunningly gorgeous, I’ll give you one.” He leaned in conspiratorially, hitching a finger for her to do the same, and dropped his voice low. “To really put yourself over the top and seal that victory,” he looked side to side dramatically, checking for eavesdroppers before looking back on her, “is all about the silent Q.” He sat back again and watched her shoulders shake lightly with poorly concealed giggles.

“Personally,” he grinned strongly, all pretense of secrecy gone, “I like to throw a minimum of three in there just to really set myself apart. Once I did a silent q followed by a silent x. I nearly sent the judge to an early grave.”

“You know I bet what would have really done him in is if you followed the x with a p but you pronounce the p like a-“

“Lily?” James reared back to find some bloke standing next to their table staring anxiously in between the two of them. “Are you Lily?” Lily nodded lightly, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, eyes flitting between the newcomer and James.

“Um yes I am, I’m sorry do I know you?”

A wave of cold dread overcame him, realization sinking into his chest. The newcomer, just about their age, polo and khakis, easily could have been a lawyer or an accountant. He had to explain before she realized as well and he looked like a total lying creep.

“Lily, I can explain-“

“I’m Mark, I’m so sorry I’m so late. My car broke down and I didn’t have your number.”

They spoke at the same time, the real Mark reaching a hand out to shake Lily’s.

She didn’t take it. Instead she swiveled dumbly between the two staring accusingly at the real Mark. “You can’t be Mark. I’m having dinner with Mark. You must be here for someone else.”

“Lily, I really can explain if you’d just-“ James started again as Lily whipped around to face him. “You! You liar! Who are you?” She pushed back in her chair looking at him as suspiciously as if he had just announced he liked to moonlight as a serial killer in his spare time.

“I’m sorry, your name is Mark as well?” The real Mark stared down at James politely inquiring, as if this was all perhaps a genuine mix up and not a case of an imposter stealing his date.

“Not quite, its erm James. But truly if you think absolutely it the names are quite similar, the whole second letter being an A and the part about being in the Bible and what not.” Mark's eyebrows rose and Lily did not appear amused by his comparison.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lie or anything, I just… you sat down and assumed I was Mark and I was actually meant to be meeting a friend but you were just so pretty and funny and I didn’t want you to feel like you’d been stood up so I thought I could come clean later but I just wanted to get to know you. I’m sorry, truly.” She looked at him, hurt and confused, and he just wanted to hang his head low and apologize another half dozen times.

“I can leave so you two can get on with your date,” his heart sank as he stood, gesturing the open chair to Mark without quite meeting his eye.

He forced himself to look up at Lily, “I really am sorry. It was really nice to meet you, have a nice evening.”

He turned lightly and began to head out of the restaurant, feeling Lily’s eyes burning into the back of his head even while he heard Mark sit down across from her and apologize again for his lateness.

He was barely out the door when he heard her yelling his name, his real name, from behind and spun back around to watch her jogging to catch up to him.

He braced himself for her to yell at him or hit him or completely tear him a new one and gave her a forced smile.

“Lily, I-“

“Is your name really James?” she huffed, somewhat out of breath.

“Erm yes. Just James. No Jim or Jay or weird nicknames really…” his right hand came up to ruffle the back of his hair, still anxiously waiting for her to scream at him.

She reached up on her tiptoes, hand snaking around the back of his neck (oh god she was gonna try and hold his head still so she could really hit him strongly) and used it to pull herself up closer and his head down and touch her lips lightly to his.

The light kiss sent shockwaves down his body as he froze, processing what was happening.

“I like the name James so much more.” She whispered against his lips, barely a breath away. That was all he needed to throw an arm around her waist and tuck her snugly against him, the other hand going to caress her cheek and bring his lips back to her, stronger than before. They kissed deeply and sweetly and he felt it down through his toes and in every single nerve in his body.

When they pulled apart, still wrapped up in each other, and she lightly hummed his name against him, he felt suddenly very sure that there was no sound better than her saying his name.

“So, I’d really like to do that again. And the date again. With you knowing my name the whole time preferably. Preferably right now. What's to say I go take care of the bill and you take care of the real Mark and we go get some ice cream, maybe?”

“What’s say we do.” She intertwined their fingers and pulled him lightly back towards the restaurant for a fresh start.

#jily #jily fic #jily fanfic #mywriting #jilytho #james potter #lily evans #harry potter fanfiction #jily au

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aka-indulgence · 4 years

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So I wanna get back to writing but I’m not yet ready to tackle the big stuff or asks just yet and i was recommended to write a oneshot/short thing so.... yet again, conversations with @llamagoddessofficial brought an idea to life and I’ve been kinda obsessed with it <u<

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Space.

Vast, hauntingly beautiful...

lonely.

Even though you’re far from alone on this station- there was a huge crew of humans aboard with you- being on a station always left you with this feeling of... isolation.

You were on lone station, far from the planet whence it was launched, circling the star from a distance. There was no obvious motivation for why you were in one right now- living in space has become commodity, just another way of living. But to say you and the crew were living in space “just because” wasn’t quite the correct answer either... a lot of the people onboard were researches, and you were simply a mechanic on the ship.

You’re distracted a little from looking out the window, at the stars, when you hear a little clank from the outside.

You can’t quite see what’s directly out the station from where you are, so you took a few steps further from the edges of the window and lean a bit into it. You can see a metallic leg, blue sparks from a torch... S4-N5 was out there, his eight legs firmly gripping onto the outside of the station while he was making some kind of superficial repair. As he did, he seemed to notice you, as his “skull” turned to the side, his artificial eyes with “lights” as pupils fixating on you. There was a glare so you couldn’t see him completely... he must’ve caught you in his sensors. You give him a little smile and a wave before he turned away from you to focus on the station.

Yes, humans weren’t the only crew members... there were also robots on this ship. They assisted in managing most of the ship to make sure nothing was falling apart, in order, and generally making the humans; lives much more comfortable, doing things that were deemed too risky for humans to do. They were categorized by intelligence, conveniently titled in three levels, at least on this ship. There were the I-1s, which... to be honest doesn’t seem to be “real” intelligence. They just remember what kind of coffee you like, for example, catering to your tastes, delivering things to your room, the roombas and toasters, those guys. I-2s has a more managing role, controlling the locks, the doors, gases, air, and all the calculating needed to keep the station stable. They have an AI, but they were mostly fixed to their programming.

Then there were the I-3s.... like S4-N5.

Much more intelligent than the other two, they’re mostly mobile, can react to things they didn’t originally have in their programming, do tasks, solves puzzles and problems... advanced learning AIs. Affectionately called “big three” by most people since they’ve become... slightly more common than before, they’re one of the most intelligent AIs created. S4-N5 (who you called “Sans” for short that everyone else picked up- “Es Four En Five” was quite a mouthful to say) was a mobile, mechanic robot. He was made to fix the major fixes in or out the ship, with eight legs to provide grip while he was outside to stop him from floating away, and two arms for all the fixing. He had tools stored in pretty much every part of him, including his legs- another reason why he had so many, er... limbs.

He had a head and upper body that looked strikingly similar to a human’s skeleton- despite having thick “bones” and a very rounded skull. Black “sockets” with lights serving as eyes... and a permanent, wide grin on his face. You’re not even sure why it’s there- but then again why did his upper body part have to look like a skeleton? Maybe it was just a design choice to make him less spider-y but... yeah he still looks like a robotic, spider skeleton.

What did S4-N5 stand for again? “Station something something”-?

“Hey how’s it hanging? you’ve been staring out for a while there. What, trying to tan your face?”

Your lips drop into a lopsided grin at the voice, feeling annoyed before you even see his face.

“Hi... Robert...” you turn around, straining your smile, “Yeah, I was just, thinking...”

“Oh yeah? What about?” You took a few steps back when Robert stepped uncomfortably close to you, leaning back on the window. You know the glass is made to endure but you start to play with your fingers looking at him.

“Oh just... hey, do you remember what ‘S4-N5′ stands for?”

“Ugh... the robot bug thing?” Robert’s “charming” smile turned into a frown at the mention, “Why do you wanna know?”

“I was just wondering because I saw him, I- nevermind...” guy probably has no idea...

“Those things don’t matter anyways, they’re probably just a bunch of numbers and codes to track which model and version of the robot is..” Robert made a pout with his mouth, looking like he wanted nothing more than to steer the conversation away from Sans.

“Hey do you wanna know what me and the boys did earlier?”

... Riiight back to him.

But that’s hardly just a Robert thing... everyone on the ship doesn’t really like talking about Sans. They seem to barely want to do ANYTHING with Sans. He has a reputation for being the creepiest robot on the ship, almost entirely silent, walking around with his eight legs like a giant spider, with that upper “skeletal” body with the grin that now that you’re thinking about it again may be so he’d look friendlier... instead doing the opposite.

You tune out of him for a while as he regales you with something stupid he did on the ship that has you wondering how he even got assigned to this station when you perk your head at the sound of the air-lock door hissing open, the sounds of metal clinking against metal.

“-and ah fuck, speak of the devil. You talk about him and there he is.”

You turn around and see Sans as the doors close behind him in all his glory. Standing almost at twice your height, a shiny, metallic spider. His legs resembled knives, sharp with pointed joints, dividing a leg into three parts. His plated “abdomen”, equipped with machinery, energy storage, and a compartment for supplies suspended above the legs, holding up his torso.

You knew those legs are for mobility, grip, and tools, while the abdomen served to keep all of his body parts in check... but even you had to admit his likeness to spiders could be a bit unnerving.

“Ugh, look at that thing...” Robert whispered to you, as if Sans would take offense to whatever he was about to say, “he’s so fucking creepy, c’mon, why don’t we go somewhere else?”

He looked like he was about to take you by the arm before you jerked away from him.

“Why? He’s just doing his thing, he’s not made to hurt us, just relax!” you hiss at him. You knew Sans could be pretty creepy to some people, but he’s just being childish right now.

“Are we looking at the same thing? I- look, now it’s staring at us,”

You took a glance behind and sure enough, Sans was facing you, with only his head turned to you. You saw how his “pupils” focused, fixating on the nearby humans.

Is it just you or did his eyes look.. more intense than usual..?

“Do you see that? It looks like it’d fucking kill you in your sleep, don’t go out the ship with it (Y/n), it’d probably snip your tether, sadistic fuck.”

“What is wrong with you? He’s just doing his job can you just leave him alone?” You knew Sans was an AI but... it just felt wrong to be talking about him that way in front of him.

“What, because he’ll listen to me?” Robert scoffed, before his definite scowl turned into something less confident. “... actually yeah I don’t like that, so come on let’s go get some food or something.”

“You can go ahead and do that, I...” think of something think of something, “... need to go to the supply room for a moment. I think I’ve got something to fix and I’d rather finish it now rather than later.”

You walk on ahead without letting Robert reply, hearing his slightly distressed sounds of frustration.

“I- ok fine, I’ll be in the cafeteria.”

You hold your sigh until you get into the supply room, for once wishing you had a task to do as you look at your E-Pad.

One lose pipe at Section 8... least priority... what’s is it I need...

You don’t really have to do it, it’s hardly a human-specific maintenance job, but you didn’t want to just be hanging around outside while you wait for Robert to clear out of the cafeteria, because you’re starting to feel peckish.

Your mind goes a bit blank, staring at some spare pipes in front of you. You pick them up with no real intention in your mind, your mind just throwing around the word ‘pipe’ in your head and your hand just grabbed the nearest thing related. It was mostly quiet in the room, aside from the sound of air flowing out of the ventilation system and providing white noise in the background. You completely lose track of what you’re doing, just killing time in the most useless ways possible when...

Clink. Clink.

You hear... Sans’ legs clanking around outside. Something about the sound makes you go still, gripping tighter onto a pipe that just so happened to be in your hand. It was slow, deliberate movements... your heart rate quickened. Something about that quiet noise, sounding so loud when the room was so quiet felt you with this primal dread. You could hear your heart beating in your ears.

He was approaching the door...

Why were those legs so chillingly horrifying to you sometimes?

... No no, it’s ok he’s just... walking by...

The clanging stopped right outside the door while you bore holes into the pipe with your stare. keenly aware of Sans’ movements.

...

The hissing of the sealed doors opening almost makes you jump out of your skin, goosebumps suddenly breaking everywhere all over your skin as you make the mental note that: Sans opened the door.

As he steps inside, those quiet, tapping noises... you shake off your discomfort, ignoring the uncomfortable chill climbing up your spine the closer he sounds.

You said it yourself earlier. He’s harmless, he’s just doing his job... probably needs to take something. You’re in the supply room, remember? He may be a robot but treating him like he’s a monster just didn’t sit right with you when his sole purpose is to keep the ship intact.

You mess around with the pipes some more, trying to make it look like you’re busy gathering supplies, or something. He’s probably come to get supplies himself, he always resupplies the spares in his abdomen for future fixes before going to neutral mode.

You hear his movement doesn’t stop, every step he makes sounds like a whole second, and he keeps coming closer and closer and closer... until he’s directly behind you.

You sweat a little, the proximity making you a bit nervous, feeling like you’re being scrutinized.

He’s completely silent, and the silence stretches on longer than you’d think... what’s he doing? His shadow fell over you, unmoving, stationary. After a while you couldn’t stand it and turned around to see what he was doing-

Squeaking a little when you saw he had bent down so he was at your eye level, finding yourself face to face with him.

“O-oh hey Sans!” You greeted him cheerfully, though your heart threatened to leap out of your chest just a second earlier.

“Hello, Crew-Member 55.” He tilted his head to the side a bit, like he was confused by your reaction.

“I’m... sorry, you surprised me, I didn’t think you’d be that close. Did you... need anything?”

You’re so close to him that you could hear his eyes as his pupils widened and narrowed, focusing on you, see all his individual “teeth” of his, looking like a big, wide cheshire grin.

“... tool set complete.” He says, one of his automated responses. “It seems that you need something, 55. Do you require assistance?”

You looked at the pipe still clutched into your hand and drop it back into the latch. “I... yeah, actually. There’s a... a loose pipe in section 8, can you help me get the tools I need?”

“...” Sans tilted his body back, and you could hear again the whirring in his eyes as he focuses.

“... no tools required.” he finally says, surprising you a bit. “I can manage it for you, 55. You do not need to fix it.”

“Huh?” You checked your E-pad, and sure enough, the task was labelled as “taken by S4-N5”.

“Oh.. thanks Sans, you didn’t have to do that.” you smile at him, and... was it just you or did his grin widen a bit?

“I’ll uh... leave you to that then...” you slip out from the end of the room he had you cornered in- not going to lie, being trapped by a giant metallic spider didn’t seem very comfortable to you. His head faced you the entire time, his head turning 180 degrees. You almost rushed outside a bit to escape his gaze, but then you stop right at the door.

“Oh Sans, can I ask you a question?”

He’s silent. You take it as a ‘yes’.

“I... haha, sorry I forgot... what does S4-N5 stand for?”

“Station 4, Neurocognitive 5.” He responds as soon as you’re done speaking. “Station 4 refers to the station I am assigned: a star revolving station. Neurocognitive refers to my AI: Cognitive. I don’t have real neurons, however I am named so because I simulate one. Was that clear and concise, 55?”

You stagger a bit, for some reason you had.. human expectations for him? You didn’t think he’d reply you with such a detailed explanation of his name.

... you smile at him.

“Yes it was. Thanks, Sans, I appreciate it.”

“A pleasure, 55. Have a pleasant day.”

Of course, his response was robotic but... he is a robot. And... maybe you’re anthropomorphizing him a little but it sounds like he had emotion saying it.

You come out with a little spring in your step. Guess you’ll just check the cafeteria... if Robert’s there you can just go to your crew room and wait him out there. At least you didn’t have anything to do today.

You hear the sound of Sans shuffling around the supply room, probably getting what he needed to make the maintenance before he shuts the door. You hear him stepping away from you to Section 8. You hear another door open, his metallic legs coming to a halt.

“Oh hey whoah- hey!” You hear Robert’s voice, startled, staggering back to the door. You hear Sans skitter back as well, much faster than you heard him walking earlier.

“Please step away.” His voice, suddenly much colder and robotic sounded. “Please step away.”

You turn around and see Robert grasping the toilet door (guess he hadn’t immediately went to get food), trying to make as much space as he can from Sans, while Sans was pressing himself to the other side of the corridor, his eyes... much sharper than you saw them before. They looked almost.. hostile(?).

“Man I’m trying- move!”

“Please be at least 1.5 meters, or 4 feet away. Please be at least 1.5 meters, or 4 feet away.”

Everything becomes static again as you focus on what Sans is saying.

Please be at least 1.5 meters, or 4 feet away.

"This is a safety precaution. Please step away.”

...

You were much, much closer to Sans when he had you trapped in the supply room.

#sinister thoughts #theres.... a lot more to it #it just #HAS SO MUCH PLOT #i try to condense it but hmmmmmmm #im #<u<#i hope you like it? dklsjkldj #*is afraid bc i havent written anything in 2 weeks and i feel out of shape*#robo skider sans

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urskekyagvi · 3 years

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GraGoh Week: Silence and Meditation

@gragohweek

Meditation did not come naturally to a skeksis. It could hardly be said that anything at all came naturally to a skeksis. What Thra had not the divine affluence to gift to them, they gave unto themselves through sheer willpower and spite. SkekGra knew he was no different, even now, after everything had changed.

It took time to get used to; and yet a state of normalcy had somehow been achieved through daily ritual and constant company, around the Circle and day by day like clockwork. UrGoh mainly had been responsible for the order of things here now. Habit and ritual were all too common to urru, and through the light blueprints UrGoh had (perhaps unwittingly) laid down, SkekGra was able to build the framework of a schedule.

He had watched UrGoh during these daily practices of his, envying him- though he would not admit it- for the tranquility. Was it some quality of the urru, to always be able to tap into that well of peace whenever needed? To neglect the daily turbulence the simple action of life caused and retreat into themselves?

SkekGra sat and watched, yearning. UrGoh was sitting upon one of the many cushions they had accumulated over time, legs crossed, all four arms held palm open for another practice he had introduced into their lives. He had been at this for awhile now, too many still moments for SkekGra's impatient mind to consider. An hour? Two? It didn't matter to UrGoh. Time passed, but he laid still as if utterly unaffected.

A huff of annoyance escaped his Other. SkekGra's claws reached out, grasping for a hold on UrGoh's robes before he stopped them. Would he dare?- Of course not. He wouldn't disturb UrGoh and disrupt such a sacred ritual. He couldn't. Not when UrGoh looked so...peaceful.

It mattered little. SkekGra did not need his attention; he had found ways to entertain himself while UrGoh disappeared into that inner state. He built puppets, painted sets, or any other number of things just to get his claws moving, just to forget what laid behind that curtain; but curiosity was too much. Each time it burned him until it could burn no more, and then he inevitably found himself drawn to the urru's still form like an unamoth to a Sifan torch, just watching.

Today when he had done this, UrGoh finally took notice.

"...Do...you...want...to...join…?" He asked, eyes still closed.

SkekGra was mildly startled by this, but wouldn’t dare show it. He huffed indignantly and shook out his feathers.

"You?" he finished, "No!...But...Er...What are you doing?"

UrGoh opened his eyes, his back relaxing into the familiar slump SkekGra knew. His smile was peaceful, placid as always even when faced with his Other's impatience.

"...Meditating."

SkekGra cocked his head to the side, this way and that.

"Meditating?" His eyes rolled about as he mentally dissected that topic, and then he rolled them again.

"Bah! Mystic nonsense! Dousan dribble!"

Yet he didn't storm off immediately. He stood there, swaying on the line between leaving or staying. UrGoh saw his indecision and took full advantage.

He patted a cushion beside him.

"Stay...awhile...Try-"

"-It? You want me to sit here, close my eyes, and...what? 'Seek my inner peace'? Good luck with that."

He crossed his arms, though the way he looked at the cushion UrGoh offered betrayed his interest. UrGoh smiled, just the faintest bit. He patted the pillow again.

"Just...try."

"What for?! All you do is sit there and close your eyes. Sounds like napping to me, which you do enough of already, mind you! What's so special about it?"

UrGoh understood what he was really asking, as plainly as if he had actually said it aloud: "Why should I waste my time? Will it even work for me?"

He patted the cushion again, more to clear it of dust than make an invitation; SkekGra was already drawn in hook, line, and sinker. No need to exert himself there.

"Try...it...and...see."

SkekGra's eyes shifted between his other half and the cushion before him, still uncertain. UrGoh smiled and tilted his head to the side, the slightest of goading gestures a mystic could afford. The former Conqueror would not let it pass.

"You know what? Fine! Fine!" He snapped, throwing his arms in the air with all the exasperation he could muster, "I'll play your little mystic games! Why not?"

He plopped down on the cushion with both his legs and arms crossed and closed his eyes. A few seconds passed, and then:

"Am I doing it right? Have I achieved inner peace?"

It was sardonic, but UrGoh could catch the faint notes of hope held therein. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

“It’s...not...that...-”

“Simple?”

With surprising speed for a Mystic, one of UrGoh’s hands came up and closed about SkekGra’s beak. SkekGra squawked in outrage as best as he could in his position, but when seeing the look upon his Other’s face he promptly quieted himself. UrGoh’s brow wasn’t even furrowed, but he could sense the lightest irritation radiating from him anyways.

“Patience,” UrGoh said, “Patience...is...key.”

SkekGra wanted to roll his eyes again, but knew better than to make any more snarky comments when his mouth was being held shut. He tapped his Other's hand gently with a claw, and UrGoh conceded his grasp.

“Well what do I do, then?”

UrGoh made a light chuffing noise SkekGra had over time learned signaled amusement. He made his way slowly, then resumed the cross-legged sitting position he had been doing before. All four hands gracefully spread their palms, a pair resting together in his lap like a blooming flower, the other pair on his knees.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “...First...you...must...breathe…”

“I do that every minute of every day!”

“...Breathe...deeply...and...calmly...”

SkekGra huffed, but did as well as he could, making his own attempt at replicating UrGoh’s posture. He tried to breathe in and out as UrGoh suggested, but his thoughts still ran rampant. He scrunched his brow, becoming irritated with himself.

"How do I make my mind quiet? How am I supposed to meditate if I can't even focus?! There's too much wonder in this noggin to contain!"

UrGoh let out a soft sigh. "Try...humming."

SkekGra grumbled and closed his eyes again. He hesitated, trying to recall the exact cadence his Other used during his meditative practice…tried to replicate it...a little louder, a rumble building up from his chest, up his throat…

"HhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

UrGoh winced and covered his ears.

"I...said...humming...not...screeching…"

SkekGra huffed and got up, throwing his arms in the air in utter defeat.

"Oh, forget it! Nevermind! Aaggggh!"

To anyone else, this exclamation would have sounded final; UrGoh knew better. In the days that followed, he found SkekGra on the same cushion, trying to replicate the same pose UrGoh often took; occasionally UrGoh gave him a few hints or tips, hidden within riddles as was his way. SkekGra would grumble at him or swat him away, making one exclamation or another about how he didn't need help.

Weeks passed. There were days when SkekGra didn't hit the pillow at all, fearing another failure. Others he stayed even longer than usual, with or without UrGoh, determined to pick up a hint of success. Sometimes he lit incense, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he spent only a few minutes there, but then as the days dragged on, his time extended.

UrGoh sat beside him now, almost four unum after his first attempt. SkekGra's expression was tranquil, his brow not even the faintest bit furrowed. He did not hum, his breath flowing in and out of him in a deep rhythm. Even his hands had stopped their endless fidgeting and twitching, succumbing to the calm to lay motionless on his knees, palms up.

The Wanderer mused to himself how it seemed that their roles had reversed. Now he was the impatient one, waiting around for his Other to finish meditating so they could work on a new art piece; but he would not interrupt at such a crucial point. He could feel some energy stirring in the air, unlike anything SkekGra had exuded before.

It was familiar to him in some way he could not name. He scratched through his memory, trying to recall the last time he had felt such a presence during the centuries-long course of his life. Suddenly it occurred to him: the Valley had felt this way, carrying the energy and power of the mystic's meditative thought.

He looked towards his Other again with a new respect. No other non-urru had ever gotten this close to that mythical aura. If SkekGra succeeded, he would be the first. Pride seeped into his being. He sat a little taller, inhaling a particularly long draw of pipeweed to mark the occasion.

Some of the pungent smoke floated towards SkekGra's face. Usually, UrGoh's other would have coughed and made some sort of loud exclamation, but now he remained utterly silent. That was truly almost unsettling; and yet UrGoh still did not hamper SkekGra's progress. He could feel the energies shifting again, becoming more focused and powerful all around the Circle.

It fixated upon SkekGra, and then- only then- did his brow furrow. The energy condensed, tightening in a spiral until snapping and dispersing once again. SkekGra opened his eyes, blinking as if awakening from a trance. When he turned to UrGoh again, half-dazed, mouth open as if to ask a question or utter a curse, it was UrGoh who interrupted in a quick burst:

"SkekGra! Your face!"

The Heretic blinked slowly for a few heartbeats longer. Then it seemed to have finally registered in his head what exactly UrGoh had said, and his usual cantankerous expression returned. He reached up to pat his face, seeming almost offended by his Other's remark.

"What? What about my face? It's wonderful, as usual?"

UrGoh shook his head, too awestruck to even come up with something clever to say back. One of his hands reached for a mirror absent-mindedly, and he showed SkekGra what he had seen. SkekGra squinted at it, and when he saw what UrGoh saw, he let out a squawk of delight.

"UrGoh! Look! A spiral!"

He sprung up and grabbed the mirror just to examine the little shape again; indeed, a small thought spiral had been engraved into his skin, right over his jaw. He ran a claw over it gingerly, as if in disbelief.

UrGoh couldn't blame him if some doubt lingered; he could hardly believe it himself- and yet it had happened. SkekGra the Heretic, formerly the Conqueror, who killed and hurt and maimed, writing his name across the lands in fire and blood, had formed a thought spiral. He gazed into the mirror for a long moment, unable to look away.

When he finally pulled his eyes away again, he was grinning. It was broad and bold, displaying each and every sharp tooth he had.

"I did it! I did it, UrGoh!"

He laughed and dropped the mirror, then rushed towards UrGoh to wrap him in a hug. If there had been no severe difference in their respective weights, SkekGra would have lifted him and spun him all about; but that was not a possibility for them (Thank Thra, UrGoh could not stand dizziness).

After he had released UrGoh he picked up the mirror again just to admire the thought printed upon his face.

"What does it mean? Can you read it?"

It was a sad fact that he couldn't. UrZah had been the one to construe the signs and spirals, and UrGoh's part had been to roam, never bothering himself with engagement in what seemed another's territory; a shame now, for he very much would have liked to know what that sigil upon his face meant. He shook his head.

"No...I...Cannot…"

SkekGra only faltered a little; but that dim disappointment was quick to fade with a wave of his hand.

"Well who cares? It's there! There will be many more to come! We should celebrate! The urdrupes are ripe for harvesting, and I think we still have some nectarwine. Come!"

He ran off to another corner of their little world, rambling and making his happiest noises as he scrambled to make the preparations; UrGoh would help him in a moment, in his own way. But for now he savored the moment and the accomplishment, more so for the changes it had wrought in the both of them, always bringing them one step closer to unity.

He smiled at the cushions, already making mental notes for their next meditation session: maybe he could convince his Other to use Wellspring incense next time.

#gragoh week 2021 #skekgra and urgoh #skekgra the heretic #urgoh the wanderer #fanfic #took me awhile to write this!

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elysiashelby · 3 years

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In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 13

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 5,851

WARNINGS: ANGST, HEAVY ANGST, Alcohol Consumption, Cursing, Recreational Drug Use, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, Mentions of SMUT (doesn’t concern any of the main characters)

Summary: Aliena Welsh hasn’t gotten any better. Her mental health is in the dumps and she’s coping with alcohol and drugs. How will she recover?

MASTERLIST CHAPTER 12 CHAPTER 14

A/N: THERE IS A SCENE OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. YOU READ ALL OF HER THOUGHTS LEADING UP TO THIS POINT & I DO BELIEVE IT TO BE VERY TRIGGERING!! THERE WILL BE BLACK LINE BREAKS TO START THE SCENE. Not a whole lot of Tommy in this one.

That night on me birthday, I blacked out. Couldn’t remember a thing, but I do remember feeling like shit the next morning. Not just from the raging hangover, but emotionally as well. I’ve never truly understood how fuckin’ shitty it is to wake up with no fuckin’ memories of the night before.

But now I did!

The days after I attempted to cut down me drinking as suggested by Polly. I kept to it as much as I could, but I just turned to other vices when we went out. Instead of drinking, I was getting high. Same effect really except I was more affectionate than ever and wasn’t getting weepy.

Problem with weed? It made me sexually aroused a.k.a. horny. I started dancing with strangers. Men and women. I was truly not giving one flying fuck.

And it was scaring me.

I managed to get past the whole debacle of me assaulting that woman at the Garrison. Talked to Polly abar it, ya know, some of me troubles. Really made some headway. She started wanting me to work in the shop more.

Couldn’t tell ya why, though.

I didn’t mind, it kept me busy for a while. That was ‘til Polly told me she didn’t need me in the shop for sometime. So, now— I was stuck collecting money every fortnight, cleaning the house, cooking, and be an all-round delivery girl.

Have you ever heard of the saying, “High highs are followed by low lows.” Let me tell you abar the low blow I was dealt. I caught Tommy banging Lizzie.

Drop the mic!

Yeah! I caught the first love of me life having sex with a prostitute. Not knocking her down, a girl has to earn her coin somehow. It was the fact that Tom was paying for sex that got me. He would rather pay than use me.

Let me tell you the number that did on me self-esteem. I didn't want to make it matter, but it did. It was irrational, in a way. I knew that. It was just that I was so hung up on him and I couldn't find it in meself to let go of him, yet. It was absolutely pathetic. I realize that, but I was also used to it. Used to the ones that I want not wanting me.

Oh well! I mean I wasn’t obsessing over it, but it did hurt me heart, is all. It also served as a turning point for me. Now, I wasn’t just dancing with random fellas— I was making out with them too.

Kissing didn’t matter to me anymore. Ever since me first kiss was stolen by that bastard two years ago, or so.

I didn’t let it go any further. I was just making out with them. Men and women. Anyone who would have me.

I was laying in me bed. I didn’t feel like leaving it. So, I didn’t. I kept me eyes shut and was getting lost in me own world. I fantasized abar being back with me family. That I had woken up in de’ ozzy from a coma ‘n I made all of this up.

“Aliena, love. You need to get up now.” Polly whispered as she shook me gently.

I opened me eyes and blinked. I faked waking up for the first time today. I hummed.

“Come on, love.” She urged while uncovering me and taking me hand.

With our hands joined, I turned ‘round and rose to me feet. She took me head in her grasp before using the back of the head to check me temperature.

She tutted. “You don’t have a fever. Do you feel sick, Ali?”

I nodded, lying. She sighed and pulled me into her chest. I hugged her tightly while whimpering. It was better this way.

We stayed that way for a while before she pulled away. Me face in her hands again. “How ‘bout I make ya some soup? You go on back to bed and I call you when it’s done. Yeah?”

I nodded with a small smile. She led me back to me bed and tucked me in. I said nothing as the tears streamed down me face. When she left, I closed me eyes again.

I’m so tired.

When the soup was ready, she got me up as promised and helped me down. I was acting and not at the same time. I was just showing how I really felt. I knew tomorrow I would have to bottle it all up again.

It was just that I already used up all me rest days just laying around, so this was a better cover.

She sat with me as I slowly nibbled away at the soup she made me. I didn’t care for it. I wanted me ma’s chicken soup. We made small chat ‘til I was done and I was sent back to bed afterward.

I laid there doing nothing ‘til I felt like I was going stir crazy. I leaped from me bed and pulled out me journal that was full of me writings. Only once I had the pen in me hand, I couldn’t think of anything.

I threw it down and ran me hands over me face. I began doin’ some heavy breathing before I took a deep breath and just suppressed it. I just suppressed it ‘cause I felt like I was being overdramatic.

I do so much complaining. I should be grateful. I should be grateful for what I have. Why was I so miserable?

Because I wasn’t in a relationship with Tommy, don’t make me laugh! He’s just one man.

Is it because I’m not with me family? Come on, after all that wishing to experience something more exciting in me life!

Fucking kinel! I was lucky enough to be found by Jeremiah and not be chucked into some mental asylum or in a prison cell for being suspicious. For not having to sell me own body in order to make ends meet. No, nothing has changed. I’m still that sheltered little girl who is just so ungrateful.

I inhaled sharply and gripped me hair tightly.

Just so greedy. Just so lustful. So fuckin’ ungrateful.

“No!” I shouted before I slapped meself. The stinging sensation overwhelmed me and balanced me. I swallowed harshly before racking me head for a song.

I sang ‘Empty’ by Olivia O’Brien to meself. I sang a million of other depressing songs ‘til me head ached. Then, I sat there. Just sat there. Letting the stories that ran through me mind play out there since I couldn’t write them.

But even they weren’t bringing me joy. Awful scenarios triumphed the love stories I was trying to conjure. They would just turn sour with infidelity, broken promises, and death.

I placed me bent elbows on me desk and used me hands to support me head. I closed me eyes as a way to fight the burning in me eyes.

As soon as I woke up, I choked down a sigh. I just turned on me back and ran a hand threw me hair. After a second or two, I got up and began getting ready for the day. For the past couple of days, I’ve been waking up with anxiety. I haven’t felt this way since being in school.

College was different. I had more freedoms, but years six through eleven— they were absolute hell for me. It just triggered me anxiety disorders, especially me agoraphobia.

I looked at meself in the mirror and saw a dead woman. I placed me fingers under me eyes, tugged down, and then let go. I took a sharp breath before I opened the door and walked out.

I was finding it harder to breathe these days. Like if me asthma was back, or gotten worse. Which would be totally plausible since I have been smoking ciggies now. Still pace meself, though.

I had me hair in a bun, some hairs framing me face. I was wearing a light purple button up shirt with a darker purple, high-waisted midi skirt.

I walked down and cut me two slices of bread. I was gonna eat me regular bread and jam. I sat down ‘n ate it. When I was done, I began to clean up again. The same old routine. Sweep, dust, fold, sew, shine, or wash.

I was in the middle of fixing one of Finn’s shirts when he walked in, panting. His lips smacked before he spoke. “Tom-Tommy wants to see you.”

“What is it, Finn?” I asked while rising to me feet. What the fuck’s happened? “What’s happened?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I was out with Isaiah, came in and he told me he wanted me to get you.”

I let out a sigh of relief before annoyance took over me. I shoved his head away from me. “Dear lord, Finn. I thought something bad happened! Ugh!” I walked past him and into the shop.

The chatter of men overwhelmed me senses. I marched over to Tommy’s office and knocked before going in.

“Finn said you needed me.” I stood up straight with me shoulder rolled back. Me fingers were interlocked and resting at me waist.

Thomas nodded as he took a drag from his ciggie. “I need you to deliver this to Moss.” He looked up as he held up the package for me to take.

It was probably hush money to distribute, or his own allowance to keep him quiet, or something else.

I blinked furiously as I stepped forward and attempted to take the package from his hand.

Okay, the fuck is happening?

Tommy kept looking at me up and down and wouldn’t let go of the package. I cleared me throat and he let go instantly.

“Right. I need you to give that to him as soon as possible. So, it’s best if you go now.” He looked away from me and back down at his paperwork.

“Right.” I repeated softly before turning ‘round. As I stood in the doorway, I held onto the wall and snapped me head to Tommy.

“Tommy.”

He looked up, his eyes wide. “Yeah?”

I thought abar it. I wanted to ask what that was all abar. I cleared me throat before gulping and shake me head. “Nevermind. Have a good rest of your day, Tom.”

I didn’t wait to hear a response. I practically ran out of there. I got me coat and then out the door. The cold air stung me face, but I welcomed it. After all, that interaction got me all warm inside.

I didn’t want to think abar it too hard. I had negative and positive thoughts. Maybe he thought I looked nice, but at the same time— maybe he saw what I’ve been hiding too. I remembered abar that promise we made on December 3rd. Abar how I would go to him if me depression was getting bad, but—! I didn’t sit right with me. How could I complain abar all of me problems when he was unknowingly one of them?

I sighed and clutched the package tighter. Men and women alike greeted me as I passed. After the bar “fight,” some stares and greetings changed. I didn’t care.

Why should I? They probably bunched me in with the rest of the Blinders, now. Might call me a devil too, now.

I huffed. Well, as long as they kept their thoughts to themselves. A bizzy held open the door for me, so I flashed them a nod ‘n smile. I walked through the building ‘n ignored the stares. I walked over to Moss’s office and knocked.

“Come in.” He shouted.

I opened the door and walked in. Moss, instantly, sat up straight.

“Ms. Welsh.” He began. “What can I do for ya?”

With the package still in one hand, I thrusted it forward, bouncing it a little. “Mr. Shelby has a delivery for you.”

He ah-ed, rose from his seat, and took it. “Thank you. Miss. My wife was just saying the other day how she missed your company. She’d be very pleased if you visited her soon.”

I smiled and nodded. “Oh, well, I’ll make sure to stop by soon. Good afternoon, Sergeant Moss.” I nodded again and turned ‘round.

I felt the stares and heard the whispers as I walked. As walked out of the station, as I walked home.

I shook me head as I raised me fingers to me head. Whispers, gossip, chisme. It was all so fucking annoying. Me days were blending together. Day in and day out, I was just lethargic. Having to force meself to do all this stuff was so tiring.

But what else am I going to do? I’m so useless.

I was letting the music in me head envelope me. With me hands, I moved me hair to the side as I danced. I was hot. Like feverishly hot, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking abar anything but dancing.

I felt someone take their hands in mine, so I opened me eyes. Cassie was in front of me.

“Dance with me.” She yelled before she started doing the Charleston.

I giggled and then began to do it with her. For this type of dancing, I had to tune in on the club music. The club we were at right now was owned by Sabini. Luckily, no one knew me face. Otherwise, we might have been kicked out or worse.

Well, actually, since there was no bad blood yet… I might’ve just been used as a tool for some sort of deal. Ya know, a messenger or something.

When I felt tired, I gulped for air and stopped dancing. As did Cassie. We walked into each other. Why do we fucking wear heels all the damn time? I want me trainers back!

“Let’s go back to the table, yeah.” I announced more than asked. I led Cassie back to the table where Angie and Tina were sitting with men.

I rolled me eyes. Here we fuckin’ go. “Angie!” I shouted. “We’re back. You can hit the floor if ya want.” Angie’s eyes snapped to Tina, excitement all over her face. Tina’s facial expression spoke volumes, “She didn’t want to leave the table.” But she gave a sheepish smile, and nodded instead.

“Thanks, Ali.” She said to me before looking down at her new friend. “You want to dance with me?” She asked him to which he happily took her hand. Then, the four of them were gone.

I let out a sigh of relief and sat down with me legs open.

Cassie snorted. “You’re so ungraceful.”

I tsked while waving her off. “Do one. I’m tired.” I reached for me glass of water. I wasn’t gonna be drinking alcohol for a while. However, I did reach into me bag and took out a rolled joint along with me lighter.

I lit it up and took a puff. I held it for as long as I could before exhaling. This wasn’t wise. I’ve already smoke so much, but I didn’t want to come down from me high— so, I was lightin’ up again.

“You got cards?” I asked before exhaling another puff.

Cassie shook two fingers as she replied. “Yeah, in my purse.”

I passed her the joint. Probably shouldn’t have since she was drinking too, but fuck it! She was a grown woman.

I sniffed and wiped me nose. Cassie took out the cards with one hand before getting frustrated since she couldn’t get them open. She passed me back the joint before taking one last puff. I took it as a chance to take another drag.

Cassie got the cards out and began to shuffle them. “So, what game are we playing?”

I shrugged. “Want to play Go Fish?”

Cassie chuckled while meeting me gaze. “That’s your favorite game, isn’t it.”

I shrugged again, exhaling while stubbing out the joint. “Easiest to play. That’s all.” So, that’s what we did ‘til I found meself getting more ‘n more sluggish. I felt the imaginary hand squeeze me heart as much as it was racing. That sense of dread better known as a cold sweat.

Before I knew it, I passed out.

When I came too, I felt a cold towel on me forehead. Slowly, I reached for it and dragged it off me face. I moaned as I sat up straight in me chair. I looked to me right to see Cassie chatting up some guy.

My moan caught her attention.

“Oh, good, you woke up, Ali. You smoked too much weed again. I got you a towel from the bar while you were passed out. Just stay there for a while. This is Henry.” Cassie motioned to Harry who greeted me.

Through squinted eyes, I nodded at him and gave him a little wave. I turned me attention back on the wet towel. I placed it back on me forehead and just looked ‘round. People were dancing, sitting and having a chat, and others were just drinking. Well, okay. I didn’t want to pay attention to it, but there were people having sex ‘n doing a whole bunch of exhibitionist acts.

I stifled a laugh at meself while covering me mouth. I swear this place is always a madhouse, but it was very freeing too. People were just free here. It made me feel like I fit in.

The bad thing abar sitting down by yourself when you’re high, for me, is that I start thinking. Thinking while high isn’t good. ‘Cause what you find out is that you don’t feel pain all that much. If you catch my drift.

I sighed. The same thoughts that’s been haunting me kept repeating in me head. The same stuff as always.

Why was I here? What was my purpose? What was I going to do with my life now? ‘Cause honestly, I was a 22-year-old Hispanic English-American, who was working on her first book as well as beginning the process of having a baby. I was going to have a baby.

And now, I’m here. Getting high and drinking meself ‘til I blacked out. I was having anxiety attacks under the same roof of the man I’ve been obsessing over since 2013!

My whole life plan was fucked. I’m stuck in the 1920s where Women’s rights are not the highest priority. Fuck, my children are probably gonna be put through the second world war.

I sighed loudly as I pinched me nose and started bouncing me leg. I let the towel fall off me head and onto the table. I picked up back up and started wiping me neck with it.

I miss my family and friends. I want the comfort of being in my own home back. The feeling of security. I knew that no matter what my family would be there for me always. But here, here everything was conditional. Everything came at a price.

Doesn’t it?

I mean, yeah, it does.

I stopped wiping and got up. Me chair scraped loudly against the floor. I got up too quickly. Me vision went black and I had to sit down again. I stifled the moans that wanted to escape me mouth out of embarrassment and pride.

When me vision cleared, I got up again. Slower this time. Then, I began to make my way over to the bar.

“Oi!” I shouted. The bartender looked toward my direction. I raised the towel and he walked over to me. “I wanted to give this back. Don’t need it anymore. Thanks.”

He took it from me hand while nodding. “No problem, miss.”

I nodded while taping the bar top rhythmically before turning ‘round and walked back to the table.

I have no idea what time it is. I don’t care. I fucked up. I groaned and doubled over.

“Get the fuck up, Ali.” Cassie slurred.

“Do one, slag.” I replied while trying to push her away.

She tsked. “You fuckin’ first. We’re almost at your stupid house.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Bitch.”

“No you.”

We glared at each other before busting out laughing. I started kicking me feet.

“I’m gonna piss meself!” I shouted. “I’m gonna-! I’m gonna piss meself!”

Cassie cackled even harder while clutching me arm with a death grip. I said “ow,” very childishly as I tried to pry her grip off me.

Anyway, I drank. I stupidly drank and was also high. I can’t describe the feeling except that I am extremely tired and numb.

I slumped to the side and tried holding me head up, but failed. I groaned loudly as me head slipped from me hand. I shot back up and held my stomach. I felt like I was gonna be sick.

I pried open the window and stuck out me head.

“Get in, you dummy.” Cassie shouted as she tried to claw me back inside. Her nails only leaving a little bit of sting. It was enough for me to register that she was doing it.

I breathed slowly and deeply. I tried making the cold wind sober me up. But then the clawing got annoying, so I shook off the heel of my left foot and used it to push her away.

I could faintly hear her groan. Should’ve known that wouldn’t have stopped her. She started pulling on me leg. I rolled me eyes and got back into the car.

“I was trying to feel better, Cass!” I shouted in face.

She pouted angrily, like a child, before burying her face in me breasts. I sighed and started stroking her hair. I did it for so long that I didn’t even realize we had made it to me house.

“Ms. Welsh, we’ve arrived.” Simmons repeated.

“Huh? Oh, okay.” I looked ‘round the car ‘n saw that everyone was passed out. I loudly stifled me laughter. “Simmons, they, uh.”

“I know, Ms. Welsh. I can take care of it.” He smiled at me through the rear-view mirror.

I trusted him as much as Cassie trusted him. He came with her and her father from America. He’s been with their family for a long time.

So, I nodded and slipped out from under Cassie slowly. I opened the car door with the same pace and then stumbled out. I was flailing abar like fucking Bambi! I gasped when I was able to balance meself. I took a deep breath and then tapped on the hood of the car.

“Thank you, Simmons.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Welsh. Goodnight.”

“You too.” I said before giving him a salute and turning ‘round. I trudged over to the door and shifted through me purse for the keys. I groaned impatiently when I couldn’t find them right away.

Once I did, I cheered and unlocked the door. I stumbled through, me heels clacking against the floor. As I was taking off me coat, I noticed a coat that’s not often there. Along with a very familiar shoulder holster.

A whisper escaped my lips as me fingertips carefully touched the items. “Tommy.”

I slowly walked into the living room and saw that there was a fire lit along with a glass on the table. I walked even slower toward the couch, me heart in me throat. I looked over it and sure enough, he was sleeping on the couch.

I smiled with scoff. I, immediately, turned ‘round and slowly went upstairs. I didn’t want to disturb his sleep. Hardly gets any as it is.

As I closed my door, I let out a sigh of relief. I looked down and cured. “Fuck! I forgot to hang up me coat.” I tsked and ripped it off me. I threw it on me chair. I crossed me arms and took off my dress. I had to fight with it a little, though. I left it on the floor and walked to my closet.

I took out my matching white nightgown and robe. I put them both on. I tied the robe tightly around me stomach and then began taking the pins out of me hair. I trudged over to my desk and threw them on there.

I shook out me hair and finally looked at meself in the mirror. I smiled at meself softly. If there was something I was absolutely confident abar meself, it was me hair. I smiled again before looking down and getting the stuff I needed to take off all this makeup.

Once I was done, I walked over to me bed and sat down on it. I wasn’t tired anymore. So, I just sat there. I shuffled over the window and just looked. I would strain me eyes so much that black dots would appear and I would frighten meself.

What am I doing here? Why am I here? How is ma and papa doing? Are they grieving over me? How abar me friends? Did they know I was gone? Did anyone? Was this real? This is real, right?

Calm down, Aliena. That’s not your name. I took a deep breath. That’s not your name! You are not 18-years-old. Why is your body like this? Why can I do things that I couldn’t do before?

I raised me hand to me head.

What am I doing? How long am I going to wait for Tommy to look at me? How long am I going to stay with this family? Should I just move in with Cassie? No, no that’s wrong.

No, this is wrong.

Stop being so irrational. You’re just feeling depressed, right now. You’ll get over this soon. You’re overreacting.

But what if I’m not?

When Grace comes back, will Tommy still sleep with her? Does he love her as intensely as he did on the show?

Why would you think anything else? Well, we used to be close. Used to be! He made it clear many nights ago that you were to be married to someone else. He doesn’t like you like that!

I whimpered and gripped me head tighter. Me feet going back and forth on the bed, messing up my blankets.

Even if he did, you’re too insecure. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you’d be worried. Worried every time he left that door. Every time he had a far off thought. “Are you thinking of her?” You’d think. “Did you cheat on me?” You ask. “If you ever cheat on me, I’ll kill you.” You’d threaten.

Toxic, toxic, toxic.

Should I try to go back?

My eyes shot open and I gasped.

Should I try to go back? Maybe this is all a very complicated dream. If I die, then maybe I’ll wake up in my room at home. I see me ma’ sitting in the living room with her dogs. Papa would be in his room working or with her in the living room. I’d see my baby niece.

I gulped. I put down me hands and noticed they were shaking.

Things here aren’t that great. I’m not close to Tommy anymore. I’m depressed and I can’t recall most days. I’m drinking meself half to death. I should just…

I looked at the door with wide eyes. I felt tears sting me eyes. I took a shuddering breath and slowly, me feet touched the floor. I gasped and a tear fell from me eye. I walked toward me door and slowly opened it.

I savored every creak of the door. When I deemed that I opened it enough to slip through, I stopped and did just that. I twirled ‘round and closed it with just as much care. I walked past Tommy’s door with ease since he was downstairs.

I was at the top of the stairs when it hit me.

Should I leave a note?

I raised me hand to my mouth and nibbled on my fingernail. I shook me head, deciding against it.

I went down the stairs, one step at a time. Each more daunting than the last. I didn’t want to risk waking up Thomas. When I got to the last step, I let out a shuddering sigh of relief.

I tiptoed across the room all the way to the door. I went to get me coat and mentally cursed meself.

I left it upstairs.

I looked back at the stairs. My face contorted in discomfort. I looked back at the rack and stared at Tommy’s coat and shoulder holster. I then shifted my gaze to the couch where he laid.

I took a deep breathe and raised me hands at a snail’s pace. I took the holster into me hands and carefully lifted it up. I put it on with little difficulty. I thought I would have trouble since I saw Tommy having some from time to time.

The holster was empty. I knew it would be. I took a deep breath and tip-toed over to where Tommy laid. There on the little table was the gun. I held me breath as I walked closer.

I was in front of him now. I couldn’t stare. He would feel it. ‘Cause of the war. I reach down and quickly snatched the gun. I didn’t waste a second as I quickly walked back to his coat. With the gun clenched tightly in me hand, I exhaled as silently as I could. Me mouth opened wide as I slowly let the breath out.

When I didn’t see his head pop up, I swallowed me worries. I placed the gun in the holster and then hurriedly put on the coat.

It was so big on me. Me hands were lost in the sleeves and it reached me mid-thigh.

I could admire it later. I blinked and made my way to the door. I gripped the handle with a strength I didn’t know I had. Me hands shook as I slowly unlocked the door. Then, I opened it with just as much care.

Just like I’d done earlier, I slipped through the sliver. Once the door was shut, I let go an audible exhale. I looked ‘round me and instantly felt paranoid. I walked fast and looked at no one.

I brought the sleeves to me face. I took in the scent.

Cigarettes. It smelt of cigarettes and his cologne. I used to associate the smell of ciggie with me gran, but now— I was surrounded by smokers. The scent, I would think, would evade my nose since it was so common. I just adapted to it.

I took in the sights as I walked past them.

This maybe the very last time I walk these cobblestone steps. This last time I set eyes on these houses. No more gossips, no more whispers.

I took another gasp for air and quickened my pace.

I kept feeling like someone was chasing me.

There was this burn in me legs. They were begging for me to stop, but I was used to it. It reminded me of the times I would feel this burn in me legs when I walked to and from school.

So, I marched on all the way ‘til I reached my special place. When my parents’ headstones were in sight, it got very real. I was going to attempt committing suicide again. It was like white noise filled me head as I walked up to them.

I dropped to me knees when I stood in front of their headstones. Me hands instinctively began to trace their names.

Memories of them began to flash in me head. From when I was little to just, what, two years ago now. I have a feeling the childhood memories were fabricated, though. I hardly have any positive memories of that time. I lost them to my depression.

I sucked in breath and exhaled, shakily with my cheeks puffed.

I just kept thinking abar their faces. How much I missed them. That brought on longing for me friends. I met them in high school ‘n they meant everything to me. I thought they would see my babies. They wanted to be there for me ‘n now…

I let out a curt laugh to meself as I bent me head, in shame. Slowly, I got off me knees and sat on me bum. I brought me trembling hand to where the gun was. It was cold in me grasp.

I took it out. The holster made a noise as I did so. I held it with both hands.

My breathing got quicker and I felt more and more fear.

I was going to die. What if I die? What if I die and don’t wake up? What if I don’t see my parents’ again after all and I just threw away my life?

Isn’t that what you wanted! I mean you’re depressed, aren’t you!

Yes, but no. I had things I wanted to do before I died.

So, why are you doing this?

“Because I’m so fucking tired.” I sobbed as I raised my forearms to hide me face. I brought my knees to me chest as well.

I let out an “oooh” before blowing the rest of the exhale out.

Well, then what abar the Shelbys’? How will they react when they find my body? Will they weep? Will they hold a funeral? Will I change things?

I choked on a sob. Then, it hit me. Like a fucking revelation an idea struck me.

Let’s leave this to a high power. I don’t care who. God, Fortuna, Tyche, or just the laws that controlled fucking chance.

I opened up the cylinder, spread me legs, and emptied out the chamber. I let the bullets fall on me dress. I took the bullets and set them aside one by one. I held that sixth bullet in me palm. I rolled it ‘round in me palm.

This very bullet will decide my fate. It completely holds the fate of my life. This little thing.

I slid it back into a chamber, closed me eyes, spun the cylinder, and then snapped it closed. I opened me eyes ‘n a tear fell out.

When debating suicide, I only accepted two ways. Overdosing on sleeping pills and a bullet to the head, no pain. Peaceful.

I laid down between the headstones of my parents and looked up at the sky. Tree branches were slightly in the way, but it made for a beautiful picture. Tears were falling out of me eyes more now. Blurred me vision, but I didn’t care. I liked the way me tears rolled down me face.

Slowly, I raised the gun to me temple. I inhaled sharply and held it as cocked the gun. A sob wracked my body.

I placed me finger on the trigger gently. Thoughts in me head were racing a hundred miles per hour.

I kept apologizing to everyone that ever mattered to me. The Shelbys, my friends here, my family, and my friends there.

I licked my lips, threw my head back against the ground, and gasped. I closed my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “Tommy,” was left unsaid.

Then, I pulled the trigger.

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