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#more fluff till we get into the drama of the story
the-fiction-witch · 8 months
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Ankle
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Media The Maze Runner
Character Newt
Couple Newt X Reader
Rating Cute + Fluffy
Requested 
Anonymous asked: I was just wondering if you’d write a fluff imagine about Newt? An idea that I had was you trip and fall within the Glade and Newt refused to leave your side until the injury gets better.
I sighed as I headed back from my little break in the shade of the deadheads heading back to the edge of the gardens where the usual boys worked but I went to the edge where a few of the bulker boys stood as we had received the plans from gally and zart on what trees needed to be chopped for the new garden shed to be built both for the wood and for the space I high fived with Oscar as it was now his turn for a break and I headed up the ladder machete in hand to work on chopping down the top branches of the tree working for a good while until I heard a familiar voice "What the bloody hell is going on here!" Newt yelled as he approached arms crossed and face stern "What?" Frank asked him as he gathered the branches I cut "Hi newtie!" I giggled waving down to him "Hi love" He waves "What is she doing up there I thought we had a rule about that" "She's fine newt she's safe" "Doesn't matter if you think she's safe she's not meant to be up there" "I'm fine seriously' I complained "I'm fine newt really" "I know you think that. But just come down alright" "No! I'm doing my work I'm fine!" "Y/n. -" "Newt I'm fine. I'm perfectly safe" i tol them as i continues to cut  branches down "I am a strong independent woman, I don't need you boys to babysit me I can do just fine on-" I began but I heard a rather concerning snap and next thing I knew my body ached all over and I was looking up at the blue sky, with newt and Frank looming over me "owww." "Run and get Clint and Jeff now!" Newt ordered
I sat in the medjacks my body wrapped up from the various cuts and bruises from my fall my leg elevated on pillows as they checked it over for the fourth time Alby loomed over the med jack's as they worked and newt sat beside me he hadn't left since my fall not even for a moment "yep that's definitely broken, we can bandage it up with a splint but you are going to have to keep off it for atleast the rest of the month" "That's ridiculous! It's not broken I probably just brusied it bad i-" I began trying to get up but the pain shot thought my ankle "owww!" "No no. Your going to be on bed rest until your ankles better" newt told me making me sit back in the bed "if it's okay with Alby, I'm more then happy to look after you personally," "Alright" Alby shrugs "Okay, so Jeff will sort this out and we'll get you up to your room to rest, and I'll take care of you till your better"
"Morning" newt smiled as he arrived to my room "Morning" I sighed "I brought you breakfast, and I made sure to grab you some extra bacon" he smiled sitting beside my bed "how's your ankle?' "In agony" "Aww you poor thing love, anything I could do to help? Give you a message? A hug? Maybe try and get you some moonshine?" "No it's fine you've done enough newt" "You sure? Nothing you want?" "I am really bored. Could you tell me glade stories?" "Aww of course I can, you wanna cuddle while I tell them?" "Special cuddle?" "As your hurt I'll allow it" I smiled and we readjusted ourselves so I could have my head on his lap and he gently pettes my hair as he told me about the news of the glade who pissed off who, what the drama in the kitchens was, who Alby yelled at, all the normal glader gossip I had missed being up here" "Newt?" "Yeah?" "Thank you for taking care of me" "It's no trouble love. I know how much you took care of me when I was hurt I have to make sure I return the favour"
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rhisdelusion · 2 months
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ACOTAR RANT TIME
First of all, the bonus chapters that SJM puts into certain copies of books sold at certain stores should really just be fluff IMO. There is NO REASON it should be information crucial to relationship building and storytelling. I know we can find it free online but I read those books last year in September and I am just now finding out about bonus chapters. Its supposed to be a fun little surprise, I get it. But it just feels like I’m missing out on important story building because I can’t afford to buy multiple copies of the same books (or because I’m too stupid to find it online in forums). I’m glad I found it online bc it’s filling in shit for me that could feel like plot holes in other books.
Second of all, Gwyn and Az have such a better dynamic in my eyes than Elaine and Az. I just love their chemistry. Admittedly, this method of love triangles calls for more interesting plot lines and interactions between characters. I do love a love triangle. I’m just a die hard Gwynriel shipper till the end.
Third of all, I think if Lucien and Elaine were to actually try to get to know each other and be friends before being mates they’d probably have a better chance at love (platonic or romantic). Elaine should be allowed to decline the bond too, that’s her right and if it’s her choice I support my girl. But it really feels like to me that she’s still struggling with the idea of being fae, she’s struggling with the impending doom of feeling like she hasn’t been allowed to experience life and lovers before her mate was dramatically thrown into her life when she was forced into the cauldron. She doesn’t want to accept or acknowledge the mating bond because she is terrified of feeling like she doesn’t have a choice in who she loves. Which is so valid. The universe really just threw this man who she doesn’t know, who had a hand in betraying her and her sisters, into her lap. She’s having a hard time processing her feelings and trauma (again valid and crucial for story telling, tension building, and a great chance at creating an enemies to lovers trope). Elaine deserves the time to explore her new life in this new world on her own time and she deserves the chance to explore relationships and potential lovers, she hasn’t had the time to live as long as Lucien has.
I’m excited for the drama, tension, and love triangles tho. Bring it on SJM and:
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TLDR: bonus chapters should be fluff, not important information. Gwynriel till I die. Elaine and Lucien both deserve to find true love regardless if it’s between them or not.
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Currently watching - November
Because I love a good little list 😊
Regularly updated during the month - colored = finished
This may contain spoilers!
Choco Milk Shake (8/11)
🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is so good! I love it! I enjoyed every little second of this beautiful piece of media. It is the story about Choco and Milk, a cat and a dog becoming human and live with their former owner. Why? For now, all we know is, to make him happy. The acting is really good! I can see the dog and the cat in them 😅 So far perfect casting! I am a little bit anxious that it doesn’t end with an all fluff happy ending…
Happy Ending Outside The Fence (Happy Ending Romance) (2/8)
It has an interesting start. It is quite confusing in the beginning because of all the time jumps, but I guess I just have to pay more attention. It looks as a love triangle, but I can't see the pairing mentioned in the synopsys, at all 😅 Well, surprise me, but I can't see the inexplicable feelings or desire for each other, but hey, we are tow episodes in. And I kind of like this! Not to know who will be endgame is quite refreshing :)
Eien no Kino (6/8)
I really like the aesthetics of the show. The way scenes were shot and the coloring. Really pretty! The story is about two friends and one of them is becoming a zombie. I guess the next episodes will rip my heart out and leave me unsettled and with a lot of emotional damage...
War of Y (10/20)
I finally watched the next chapter...And yeah, I think I can't watch the stories week for week. I need to wait until one chapter is closed and binge the five episodes. This is one of the few bls I watch with a lot of tension in my body and no smile on my lips...I need to calm a bit before I can dive into the next drama...
Between Us (2/12)
Hm...I don't know yet. I like WinTeam, but I guess I am not that hyped because I didn't like Until we meet again that much. I am curious where the story is taking us.
My Tooth Your Love (7/12)
I guess this could be called a nightmare for people with a dental phobia. But it looks so messy and lovable and I am totally in for it! I enjoyed the acting and the sister is so bossy, but in a good way 😀 Never thought I would like a series about a dentist this much! But I do! With more episodes in the story becomes more deeper and better. There are traumas that the story has to deal with and so far it does a good job. Even though it might look like a fluff show, under the surface it is not and I appreciate that.
Till the World ends (4/10)
It is something else. Brutal and kind of gory and a little bis explicit. Not your usual bl. I like it, no wonder 😅 The end of the world is coming and Art and Golf try to survive the last days on this chaotic planet. The one to gain his memory back and the other to see his brother again (I guess). Everything garnished with lies and guns and a little bit of romance.
Ai Long Nhai (8/12)
Ai likes Nhai. Nhai likes Ai. To test if their relationship could have a future they decide to test-date for a month and show all their habits, good and bad, in front of each other. That is what I got from the subtitles 😂 They are a mess 😅 So funny and yet so frustrating, because sometimes you just don’t get what they are saying at all 😂 But the story is sweet, not that deep, but sweet.
To Sir, with love (2/17)
The first episodes are on youtube with english subs! First episode told us about their and their family’s history. I really can't stand the secondary wife and her maid. Hateful bitches! But I like Bua. She would have been a great mother and in a way she is more of a mother to the children than their mums. I guess I have to wait for more episodes to watch further…I have the feeling this won’t end well and I can’t deal with this right now…
Remember Me (7/12)
Okay what happend? I am emotional invested in this story! Why did it become so good within two episodes? I love the domesticity and the wholesomeness of the third episode so much! It touched me and moved me and now I am looking forward to the next episode! And the next episode was good too. I love Em and Name! Don’t hurt them, especially Name!
2 Moons: The Ambassador (5/12)
This might be the first series I will drop. And I watched Check Out...But the subtitles are a mess, the acting is cringy and the story is boring...okay, I am on ep 2, so perhaps there is some good plot coming, but right now I can't see it.
I will knock you (1/12)
So Thi steps on the Lotus of Noey which is symbolic for his heart and now Noey wants his heart back so he can give it to the girl he has a crush on and Thi can't find it and gives him in exchange a charm for fortune, but in reality it is for love and soulmates...And Noey happens to be the leader of a gang which members wear khaki-shorts or way too colorful dresses for a street gang...the cringe radar is very strong witht his one, but it is hilarious!
Finished in November
Series
The Untamed (50/50 on Viki) - the highest possible level of recommendation
I saw all the praises and high ratings and I always thought how could such a drama be so good? So I watched it and what can I say? I love it! I couldn't stop watching it! The story is so well written. The eye for detail is just chef's kiss. I never thought I would like such kind of drama. But here I am, rooting for Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi to just smile at each other. Even though it is a censored Chinese adaption I enjoy their dynamic so much! And the rest of the cast is so precious too. I can’t stop smiling while watching, which is always a good sign. Yes, I am totally in love with this one! 10 out of 10 pure perfection
Ghost Host, Ghost House (8/8 on Gaga) - absolutely recommended
At first you thought, well what a fun story about a ghost hunter and his dead family (and of course the potential love interest), but with every new episode a new layer was about to be discovered. This is not only a fun story, but a story about forgiveness, love, grief, regret and living the best you can while you are still alive. And not gonna lie, the mains are one of the touchiest boyfriends with the softest kisses I have seen in a while. It just feels good to see them together. 9 out of 10 short short shorts
Roommates of Poongduck 304 (8/8 on Viki) - totally recommended
This one I like...Perhaps it is the enemies working and forced living together thing for me. I enjoy those storylines way too much! Overall it's funny and I enjoy their dynamic and acting so much more than in Kissable Lips. 8,5 out of 10 beers
Kabe-Koji-Nekoyashiki-kun Desires to be Recognized (7/8 on Viki) - recommended without a doubt
It is so well shot and edited. I was just blown away by the art. It is the story of two people who meet again after years, one an bl-manga artist and the other an upcoming idol. Both are dealing with some difficulties in their lifes and it is just an emotional ride to see them both connect and disconnect. The acting was really good! My secret hero was definitely Yamada! She is a good best friend, a real gem! 8,5 out of 10 big men-boobs
My only 12 % (14/14 on Youtube) - absolutely recommended
We had a rough start, but it grew on me a lot with more episodes in. The story managed to become really interesting, and the mains open up and being vulnerable in front of each other is just beautiful to witness. It is a truely beautiful love story. 8,5 out of 10 Cakes
Self (6/6 on Youtube) - recommended
The story about Tang who, one day, can't see his reflection in the mirror anymore and instead whitnesses different scenes from another person, Neo. He then tries to find and help Neo. The story is intense and even though there are only six episodes, different aspects are dealt with in a quite good way. I liked this one. 7 out of 10 missing reflections
Inseparable (2/2 on Youtube) - recommended
This short Pinoy bl shows the lifes of Mico and Henry, who live in the rural area of the Philippines. Mico needs another job to help his family financially and for that he plans to go to the city and leave Henry behind, but there are things that need to be said and cleared before he can leave. It is short and won't cost you too much time, so give it a try. 6,5 out of 10 weird camera angles
Big Dragon (8/8 on Gaga and Viki) - recommended? Well, why not...
Oh this was a mess 😅 A lovely one with enemies to lovers and two bodyguards who aren’t really good bodyguards, but they are adorable and steal the sympathy. I am all here for these two. The main couple? Well it is complicated and they are both so freaking toxic…they deserve each other and I don’t mean it in any rude way. They are just perfect for each other and kind of soft when they want to…But I can't give it a higher ranking, because it is lacking plot and they promised us some leather but never really came back to it. 6 out of 10 curtains never lifted...
Fish upon the sky (12/12 on Youtube) - recommended with reservations
The story is about Pi who is in love with Nan, who doesn't like him back. But as it looks his friend Mork likes Pi very much and he tries to court him for the rest of this series until Pi finally accepts that he likes him too. I don't like Pi, he is ungrateful and demanding. I know he has issues and I understand where they are coming from, but a low self-esteem doesn't justify a shitty character. I can't really see why Mork is so smitten by Pi. Besides the unlikable main is is quite a cute story with forced drama. 5,5 out of 10 forced dramatic plotholes
Love in the air (13/13 on Youtube) - not recommended
Listen, I watched it, I enjoyed the looks of the cast, because they are gorgeous as fuck, but the story is too messed up for me. There are too many red flags and too much romanticised shit going on. I can't recommend it as I will never recommend TharnType...If you like or love it, I am happy for you :) Tastes are different! 5,5 out of 10 red flags
Fahlanruk (12/12 on Gaga) - recommended? Save your time!
This series is a mess! The dialogues are crap, the acting is sometimes really not that good, the chemistry…I don’t know. There is no plot...just scenes added together. The message of this series is coming in like a soggy sock. The only good part of this series are the side couples! Prince and Gear are just sweet and Ping and Tap b´deserve happiness! I couldn't care less about Fah and Sher. 3,5 out of 10 rabbit fucks
Short films
Being Me (on Gaga) - highly recommended
Such a cute short film. It manages to tell a well written story about childhood friends who realise that they are way more for each other. Hints of homophobia are there, but it doesn't stand in the way of their love at a first glance. 9 out of 10 air guitar sessions in the bathtub
Buddy Park (on Gaga) - can't recommend
I just didn't like it that much. The story is about Jinho who never had sex in his 29 years of living even though he is trying really hard to get laid. In the end he is sleeping with his best friend, but it is not a friends to lovers story...and I couldn't get into the humor of this short film. 6 out of 10 lies
Movies
Cherry Magic: The Movie - highly recommended
It is the continuation of the highly praised drama 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii. We see more of Adachi's and Kurosawa's every day life and their forever after. It is wholesome and cute with a little bit angst. There are some really great scenes, but I kind of miss some intimacy like hand holding or cuddling. 8 out of 10 ring exchanges
What I’m looking forward to in November:
Between Us (Nov 6)
I Will Knock You (Nov 18)
609 Bedtime Story (Nov 26)
Happy Ending Outside the Fence (Nov 24)
He who is without sin (Nov 23)
Made on rooftop (Nov 30)
Mr. Cinderella (Nov 30)
Young Hoon (some time in november)
My School President (some time in November)
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seancamerons · 5 months
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What are some of your favorite headcanons about Sean?
dude you have no idea, so if you don't know, when i love a character I make up entire elaborate backstories and the rest under the cut/read more.😊
first we got -
sean is 1 of 3 brothers. when his veparents were hs seniors they had 9 months later a baby boy, his name was carson. they shortly married at their local church strong armed by family. so that's the oldest. they were estranged for a long time. he'd been incarcerated since he was 18, for drugs and petty theft but he went away bc his friend hit a guy drunk driving and was charged with 3rd degree vehicular manslaughter or something like bad, like a 6 year thing, the person died etc so he was in jail most of sean's forminative years. he screwed up and he paid for it and sean was without being bullied by his older brother and such. tracker was also but they don't like talk at all. at least sean and carson had good times even when he was terrorizing him and tracker. tracker never let it happen he'd protect sean from carson's moods, unpredictable and violence. im not sure how this story came about but it only deepened when i started getting into shows in the teen drama variety and remembering things from the show contextual clues and whatever. so three bros, jail, hardworker and all drop outs - but sean was supposed to be the boy to finally graduate and make everyone proud and get out of wasaga. that were his goals. he had all that but the graduation and instead enlisted but idk how that all went. i assume good. i can see it going a few was. i think sean is alive and doing well. he works, till works out still handsome maybe has facial hair.
so more specificly - sean is the baby of his family. the bonus child, sad. totally a whoops, but still loved and maybe even coddled more the parents know they've been neglectful but he's loved and considered and has friends doing good, but maybe not as than perhaps the oldest carson who was when they were teens themselves and didn't know what they were doing, tracker who came later who at first were fine but their addictions to alcohol at home started later and sean bore the brunt and saw their parents at their absolute worse. totally a shitshow. by then carson was fucked up and incarcerated, his parents still doted as he was their oldest son and they kind of were young and should've never been that out of control but he got a rough hand and i kind of base that like how ryan atwood from the oc had this brother who was in jail the reason he even was in newport in so many ways but by then ryan had changed and trey i assume - similar to carson. this makes tracker the older, a bit wiser, less in trouble, family duty kind of good guy who tries his best but maybe is also cursed with the cameron destructo genes but also made it a good life for himself, helps his young brother after his brush with violence and such and put him out of harms way, at his mom's request to him. i don't think this was selfish NOW WE CHILDFREE WE CAN DRINK ALL THE TIME. no i don't think they wanted to drink, i think their body craved it so bad they NEEDED to drink but they ost the 'fun' of being buzzed or blitzed and rather needed it to stop feeling pain and numb, self medicate even if it's bad for them and the reason for 90 percent of their misfortunates like it or not. realistic, bleak and fucking dark. i also set some of my stories up to where they're adults dealing with this stuff because like it or not this fandom has a lot of adults and im sure they don't want a fluff fest where people are all honky dorey. i hate perfect people, so all my girls and guys are flawed but some people are super good people but live and exist in bad times or bad situations like 90 percent of people out here like it or not.
so for example in the story (backtrack) carson plays more of a active role in from his start, he wants to do better and change like trey atwood did after everything with getting released but then he started bad habits and hanging out with that girl and coming onto Marissa who just wanted to be nice and help him out, but he actually commits to it and finds happiness and becomes close with sean over a time. as kids he was tormenting him and calling him what he assumed a mistake and it explains how sean is because he's very mean to himself. he bullies himself or makes himself feel bad when good things are happening. anway carson based on sean. tracker is named after the father but like leave it to beaver - baby sean couldn't say scott but loved calling him tracker because of his tractor pajamas or his love of vechiles and his name kind of stuck. even now it's tracker, scott is their dad. tracker is tracker, sean's middle name in his backstory had been hope. so sean hope, i assume his mother watched soaps and watched ryan's hope or something (it used to be on soapnet i swear its related!) it's older than old but it's an older show about a young Irish family who settled in the Americas but in the present so they've got these thick Irish accent and they own a pub or at least someone does when they immigrated and all congretate and drama ensued.
i just wanted to sidebar this and say i did watch a lot of soaps as a kid, perhaps that's why i love making up stories. i used to do with my barbies too. when my mom would watch court tv for like OJ Simpson i'd be playing with my dolls and creating plots for them like it was days of our lives or all my children in my barbie dream house. i was kind of made to do that stuff. even with the grusome details and gory things i heard or didn't 'get', it was weird juxtaposition of adult shit and adult shit i assume is romantic adult shit. this is no different.
i watched days and all my children (my mom preferred amc)
i also used to watch springer and maury in the summer or when i was ill! so like the drama is still seared there, i mean with mary from paterinity or bad kids BootCamp kind of episodes, there was the maury drama stuff. also the weird competition reality shows like rock of love and flavor of love or the reformed ladies of both of these shows would be on the charm school and such and then Megan wanted a billionaire and got a murderer and the whole shebang fell apart. now vh1 plays trash. I'm obsessed with the 1980s thanks to that channel i love times like that you know, when i wasn't alive but would've loved to live at that time/place.
okay end rant.
so that's just one big large explanation. in short i can go on forever. is shared a lot of headcanons but that's one. ask if you want to hear some more. this is a bit weird bc i shouldn't think this deeply about the fictional but hey.
okay fine, you caught me in a good mood, and i think you're awesome - one more headcanon for sean:
the tattoo is real. jay's too.
i love platonic as well as romantic friendships or love between close friends, but in a strictly platonic way and of course romance in every sense but the point is, you can be soulmates in a friend kind of way. i believe that's true for jalex. they were best friends i think. the show establishes them as young kids, in love or affectionate, but also had history for a long time and maybe there's a lot we do not know about their lives pre show or after. do they talk? 100 percent.
so jay and sean got tatted. sean has a lot of friends in wasaga (in degrassi he has none) so when he first came back to degrassi and had all these friends, one big bad bully tyler (the guy who got him back over to) and of course you knew what comes next.
one of sean's friends is like a tat apprentiece. she's new and she wanted to ink a friend. sean trusts her judgment and he agreed, jay and him had a "if you do it, I'll do it" when asked what they wanted they were told, "Make sure you love it and have no regrets because it's perminant." by this time in his life this is between season 4 and season 6 a lot had happened but over that time sean had realized he cares about emma way more than a friend and she had like it or not moved on but at this time he had no idea about that. jay was instrumental but didn't tell at that time. he'd visit him and give him the low down. so the friend who is an artist apprentice who needs to practice took it, and she's still got to get used to skin as opposed to lettering and details so it looks mighty rough. but they both said out loud from their room one guy was on one side, and the other guy was in the other chair.
"emma" sean quietly answers. "spelled e m m a"
"alex" jay announced. "self explanitory."
sean's friend her name is sabrina, often called brina or bree asks them as she's working on the lettering and they're sitting tight in the office. jay actually doesn't tease sean about emma or getting inked. by this time ellie hadn't been a blip on the radar, but emma had been on his mind. she was the first face he saw as she drove away, and the first face he wanted to see if and when he comes back to town.
they talk abiout the girls in their lives. by this point jay had alex had been split up and he more than anything wanted to be like before, before when they were everything to each other. he didn't want to forget her. he didn't want to not be her friend, and he fucked up their relationship and this was his way of memorializing their relationship.
for emma she was close to his heart, hence the chest as the location of this tattoo and he truthfully feels like connected even if they're apart.
long story short, the tats were a secret. emma unless they bumped uglies probably never found out about the tat, unless they had the kind of secs where he wasn't shirtless but it's sean cameron of fucking course she's gonna have no shirt in that (sorry just a headcanon) i mean there was a reason he was often at home dressed like in wifebeaters or shirtless playing sports with the guys) im sure at home he dresses in as little as he can so shorts/tank top no hodies unless its cold and he works out frequently in his non heated/non ac or hot apt. im sure air is expensive fans are expensive and water is expensive so he's living in the now for sure but once he returned back to 'get the diploma;, he justified setting his eyes and heart onto emma. i do believe he had goals, but he truly more than anything missed emma.
say what you will but his heart is often found in the right place. he might have flaws, but he is deep down a wonderful guy with a sad life. six was a disservice to him and his legacy for being a little bit mushy in the inside heart of gold, hero complex but also a great guy to have in your corner. that's him.
so when he said (paraphrasing this) he didn't want to come back for all the things he'd said, what he really wanted was love from her. he loved her and he also hurt her. sometimes he hurt the people he loved, or who loved him, and felt bad later because in the heart of the moment with his words he burned all those bridges. such as when he stole from Simpson. i don't know if emma was ever proven right to her face, she sounds like assuming without knowing but assuming that something was said. he says to her, he pretty much came back to be around her again.
i do believe the scene in the basement in the 2nd part of "here comes your man" clearly he wanted to confess a little bit about that but she kind of set the boundary she can't care about it because
1. she's got peter/he needs her even if they'd had a lot of build up and yet she can't be her real self.
2. manny clearly has something against sean over peter (what even was that?) i wouldn't be nice to him either tbh.
3. i don't think she doesn't care, it's that it's hard for her to imagine that because she'd been burned in the past not just by him, but his departure, or indirectly through hurled insults and other things throughout her life experience/lived experience attending degrassi!
4. a secret option idk combination of 2/5
5. all the above!
either way this kind of breaks sean's heart (teeny bit) and she begs him to turn himself in, or suggests this is the only way but that was a sad thing. he got hauled off and shit and peter got what? slap on the wrist - why did the writers love him? he sucks. peter got away with too much.
the worst thing sean did wouldn't equate peter's worse - like what he did to manny? inexcusable. what a bad guy. why was manny defending him, and i don't wanna hear the obvious, "oh he stood by your side during your eating disorder!"
no, i aint buying they're doing the sexy shit either. so seeing sean, who i believe she was attracted to him beyond looks but they sure didn't make it a issue because he had the package - handsome and such, but also messing up a bit bc the street races were illegal and what they were doing was no question illegal and morally grey.
also why tf jay sabotogue sean like that and tell him to run? when is any vechiular thing warrant them to idk. but he did and stuff and we all know it was nothing. either he didn't know that running from the scene as his friend told him to do bc that there is a hit and run OR jay wanted to cause sean grief for some weird reason or things just went down and he panicked and didn't want sean to go to jail, and thought it'd be better if he ran but still. so i gave you a bunch of things to sort through.
💐💌ty for the message!
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kinnporschelover · 2 years
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I wanted to wait till tomorrow but please some of ya'll are too much to say Kinnporsche has no plot???
Just cuz they showed 90% of the episode as fluff so yup the direction is off, story is derailing and what not.
Kinnporsche are the plot.
Their love, hurt, angst, journey to get together and to tackle everything is it's all bout.
Mafia world, troubled past, feuds and all blood and murders are the background. I've read the few scripts of the novel and seriously the series is doing much better and is actually good.
We need to see their love otherwise what's the point. They can't keep showing mystery, death and mafias at all times.
I needed this episode to see how much they are willing to go for each other. What's the depth of their love.
I know for now that their love has just begun and already an evil ex has come back but fandom wants more drama.
Fluff was very much welcomed by me and it looks like some of ya'll haven't experienced love to understand how giddy most of us have felt watching them in love.
They've shown it exactly how it is. People in love or in relationship can get it what I'm saying.
Please stop hating on it!!!!(
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braemjeorn · 2 years
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CHAPTER III [masterlist]
pairing: bang chan x ofc
genre: general audience (I would say fluff but... there's nothing toothrotting here), angst, regency period drama(?)
wordcount: 3.9k
summary: teaching seven rascals and making a discovery. the king and i's "getting to know you" might suit very well.
warnings: regency era setting; countryside; schoolroom; long descriptions; sad recollections; mentions of death and mourning; church; author being nonsensical again, she apologizes.
also available in ao3, if you prefer that format
© Do not repost, copy, or republish into another site or under another name.
⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.
TAGLIST: @spookykryptoniteperson
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“Seungmin, what are you looking at? Will you come sit with us?”
“A little more,” he murmured. Changbin and Minho’s table was only a finger lower than his chin, allowing him to gaze out the window between the two eldest.
“What is it?” Mari asked. She wondered if something extraordinary upon the grass or the trees.
“Nothing,” so Seungmin replied.
“Will you come and show me your reading then?”
He let out a hum but did not remove himself. He turned towards Minho, and declared to the oldest, “It would be a good day to picnic again—like what we did then, with Appa.”
Minho paused from his writing and regarded the younger with wide eyes.
“You remember that walk?” Changbin asked from the opposite side.
“Of course, I do. Jeongin stopped crying when he saw a leaf hit you—he laughed so hard that Mama and everybody laughed.”
“You were old enough then,” Changbin mused. “And was already exposed daily to delight at my misery.”
Seungmin giggled; beside him Minho huffed.
“You know Father doesn’t delight in promenades anymore,” he said. But his voice was tender when he patted the younger’s shoulder, “Now go on, little Min, let me hear you read.”
Seungmin pattered towards Mari, mumbling a lilting jig as he took his chair beside her.
In the following days since herarrival, Mari could hope for improvements in their relationship. Compared to that eyeball-in-the-tea; the egg between her sheets; followed by the pencil they hid away and returned to her (only because she was so harried in retrieving it); and the finale of a pinecone in her seat at dinner, about a week after their father’s departure. Her lips had pressed thin, she asked if they ever considered the damage they might have done in injuring someone.
"The next time you do any more mischief to me, I'll have you eat radish gruel for the whole day. Yes, Changbin, I absolutely will tell Mr Kang to take away your plates," she intoned, and set the pine cone firm before her plate. "Shall we pray and eat now?"
Both ends were silent after the chastisement, up till bedtime. Jisung dared his own chances by gluing her ruler on the desk, and suffered three plates of bland gruel till breakfast the next day. Mari made peace by assembling him bossam for lunch, but the event was enough to put an end to further mischief. It was the sternest Mari had ever spoken, and never again. Her later praises were like peace offerings to promote their cordiality.
Seungmin was that good student she’d find in her classrooms, solemn in writing his sentences and sums. There was a demureness about him when an assignment kept his attention. Changbin would declare him ‘a docile little angel’ at such moments. But then the books were put away, and Seungmin’s mischievous air resumed. The older would be at the mercy of his teasing, while Seungmin was at liberty to play. Despite his gentle voice, he was not quite the cherub, and in such faults, Mari could not question him being a child.
Hyunjin was more inclined to draw in the corners of his slates instead of writing the answers for his lessons. He had more dedication to art compared to the others, and favoured the landscapes about his home or the flowers to practise his strokes. His drawings yet possess the delicacy favoured by the current aesthetics: certain strokes too indented from the irregular press of his pencils and smudged by his hands—yet it impressed Mari how closely his strokes resemble the original. The boy delighted in such work. Mari was glad, much as she wished he would do his school work first. She had asked if he wishes to obtain a master, for a more refined training.
“I don’t think Father will let me; it’s not a gentlemanly occupation,” Hyunjin whispered, lowly. “And aren’t paints too expensive for me to play with?”
“But you’ll not play with them, you’ll make paintings with them, surely?”
“...I don’t think I should ask.” The boy lowered his head. There was a thoughtful pause, then he turned to his lesson books and declared, “I’ll do my grammar now, Miss Son.”
The twins made a peculiar set. Jisung was the older one—born near midnight. Yongbok followed in ten minutes, therefore their birth were registered a day apart. And despite the shared womb, they are not quite mirrors of one another. Jisung had honey-blond hair, with cheeks as round as his eyes that gives him a bun-like impression. He was quick and sharp, rather careless in the way he does his lessons. Yongbok’s colourings were lighter, with a button nose and soft eyes and faerie-like air. He was steadier, with a careful pace, while Jisung’s had a flippant manner in reading through the same lessons. Mari (and Yongbok) scolded the elder for it, which he heeds little despite the repetition. Yet in the days after she overheard him describing a certain subject to the younger. As such, she left them to it. She could not complain much—they made improvements, and they charmed her outside of the classroom. Jisung had a way to affect the room with his sudden excitements, and Yongbok complimented him with his warm comfort; they tangled together like radiant little lights, all bright eyes and knowing playful looks.
Jeongin was a dedicated mimic of his older brothers’ occupations, little his capability might still be to fulfill them. He loathed being left out of whatever the other six are up to. Mari found he could write his name in both letters, and did not refuse when she offered him to try reading. Soon enough he was speaking a great deal more, and was starting on a storybook. His intelligence came on par with his eagerness —at one point he could sit alongside Seungmin to try the abacus. He beamed a great deal when the others encouraged him on, thriving among the warm approvals.
“I suppose because other governesses often dismiss him as no more than a babe, and shoos him to sit at the corner of the class,” Hyunjin confided to Mari. The youngest was tiptoeing to write his spellings on the blackboard. “But he’s very bright, Miss Son. He learned the letters from Changbin quickly.”
“You’ll catch up with Seungmin soon enough, will you?” Mari asked when the youngest returned.
“Jeongin’s still a babe,” argued Seungmin, toothy grin and all.
“I can write as good and as long as you!” came the decided huff.
The oldest three practically raised him. Minho reprimanded him for his mistakes; Changbin gave the bolstering encouragement, the spark of courage against hesitation; and Hyunjin the affection and adoration he deserved as the baby. Jeongin heeded them more than the rest—almost equal to Minatozaki-san or Mr Kang. Mari felt she ought to congratulate them, for Jeongin hadn't a spoiled temper beyond wayward habits common of his age.
The older two would pause from their readings at times, gazing like shepherd dogs over the studying assembly around the large table. They’d catch any subtle mischief with a warning scold, or laugh at a witty remark.
Changbin’s welcoming manner put people at ease, which soon discarded Mari’s impression of his keen, dark eyes. He was like Seungmin in certain manners: prudently studious, very aware and confident of the intelligence he possessed, and a great talker with it. Yet while Seungmin was reserved, Changbin embodied confidence. He was firm in his statements, and decided on his opinions. Mari believed he’d overcome her in elaborating his interests, but he didn’t mind explaining what she didn’t know. He was generous in that manner: she saw it when he helped the younger ones in studying or showing them new games. The other six’s fondness of him manifested in banding up to tease him and taking satisfaction in his revolt. Changbin would cry out over their laughter, arguing about the offences he received until Hyunjin or Yongbok’s hugs appease him.
The oldest was more restrained with his expressions in Mari’s company. Minho’s face would remain impassive, and it would baffle the governess to see his father’s sternness resembled in it. His mind was sharp, despite his frequent musings. For he read a great deal, made notes what he had learned there, and still quick enough to return his brothers’ teasing. A lack of enthusiasm might be correct—he preferred to indulge his own humour and inclinations in studying. The lad would pause from his reading, and start teasing Changbin or join Seungmin in some mundane observance of nature. One day he would occupy himself with nothing but carving pens until lunch, and finish a book in another.
Mari did not impress him, so she concluded by the few short times they manage to converse.
“I’ll be frank—I don’t like governesses. Just so,” he had said; light-hearted, like a mere comment of the weather, yet his eyes and mouth were haughty. Mari recalled that at twelve he would have been thriving among his peers at school, not under a governess’ watch.
“I hope we might be friends, at least,” Mari replied, however he might consider the offer.
To his younger brothers, affections translated differently. His speech was sharp, and yet not unkind, nor was he aloof. They could tease him, despite warnings to not try his temper (or their desserts would be sabotaged). He was less disposed to aid their study like Changbin, only willing when he was in a generous mood with that particular brother. If they did manage to coerce him at other times, it came with complaints of how disagreeable it'd be to his time and mood. But they'd be settled on his lap, and Mari would hear his quiet praises as they finished writing a whole sentence. Like he hadn’t acted a great, reluctant dragon earlier.
Despite the frequent changes in educators, their knowledge was not deficient, and Mari was satisfied. Their lessons start at eight after breakfast, then by half-past eleven Mari released them to run around the garden before lunch. Three hours of work could be a strain on the younger ones. There’s not much of their attention to salvage, and it was better if they take in the fresh air. They would jog around the garden, or attend the gardener showing off some curious shrub. A tree would be climbed, a flower observed, a grasshopper picked up or a butterfly chased. Suddenly they might gather to hold their arms like an elephant's trunk, turning round and round, then tumble and chase one another about with dizziness and giggles.
Mari would watch from the terrace, equally pleased as they are with their romps. But she heard the servants huffed and winced at the dirt and grass on their pants as they took the dirtied clothes. They had good reason—the material was practical for a child, but still too fine to withhold rough playing outdoors, and the colours made them impossible to clean.
One afternoon, while her pupils napped, Minatozaki-san took her around the northern garden and the hothouse. Mari proposed her idea to the housekeeper: if the boys might obtain some plainer clothes to play in. There was surprise in Minatozaki-san’s eyes when she heard those words; she chuckled
“Play! Those boys?”
“Yes,” Mari replied; seeing no reason for such bewilderment, she continued her thoughts. “I suppose it does not have to be of new fabric—it shall be ruined and dirtied anyway. —If there are any old sheets or shirts where the stitches can be redone to fit them, it will serve well enough. It wouldn't cost much too.”
“I agree to such reasoning—but you must know had the Commodore heard of this, you are in grave danger of being dismissed by himself than of the boys’ insistence.”
“Indeed?”
Minatozaki-san brought the cut flowers to the work table to prepare them. “The Commodore would think it an insult, and tell you that they shouldn’t play outside,” she said. “He is a baron, Miss Son, though not by birth—the Crown bestowed it upon him for his valiance in the navy. Thus, Lord Bang is very keen that the boys are raised properly to their standing. In their education, their manners—their self-presentation. And plain shirts of old cotton would be deemed quite the insult.”
“But it is not practical; boys play rough and scuffle all the time,” Mari insisted. “Before they are to enter school, I don’t see why they must restrain themselves from such enjoyment — to play their heart’s content!”
There was a lull, quiet but for the snips of Minatozaki-san’s scissors and the hum of gardeners working outside the hothouse.
“He could not expect them to always study,” Mari mused, turning back again to the housekeeper. But she found the lady’s face had fallen sombre, heaving a deep sigh before replying Mari.
“I'll give you leave to look over our old rags in the attic, and use what you like. Mrs Moon might help you stitch them to fit the boys,” she said. “If the master has his concerns, leave it to me. But the Commodore does not see them very often when he travels like this.”
Mari gave her thanks, and came closer to the table from where she had been observing other plants. The housekeeper kept her solemnity, but without a vexed air, and so Mari inquired gently to break the stillness between them.
“Is he—a distant father?”
She was ready to offer her apologies if the housekeeper deemed her too forward. But to her surprise, an answer came.
“It was Lady Bang’s death,” Minatozaki-san said in a low voice. “You wouldn’t believe me perhaps, if only by my words—yet there never was a happier family, a happier man. But when scarlet fever took her, he was greatly altered; and with it, nothing was ever the same. It affected everything. I don’t think a genuine smile of joy has graced his face in a long while.”
“He loved her?” A bundle of warmth bloomed in Mari at the knowledge — hopeful for some compassion or understanding towards the man.
“More than anything in the world. If Chan had married someone of equal or lower standing (in wealth perhaps), he would not have been any less devoted. He’s a passionate lover. But Jaebin is a lady, a lord’s daughter—and Chan caught his fortune in the sea, so to say. He felt making an offer was unequal — but she had adored him longer than he knew, and he worships her—he would fly to the sun if she asked that of him. Seeing that they would have no other, the marriage happened.
“Chan made great efforts for constant approval still. That she had not sunk to be with him, in a sense—that she will always be the gracious lady she was born as. Jaebin would not care much but that they were happy, nothing mattered outside their kingdom. But of course, it would not satisfy him. Everything he did was to show that he was worthy of her goodness, and to assert that their family could not be disregarded.”
“Some rare pair, they are,” Minatozaki-san sighed. “Lady Jaebin was a good friend of mine, and she was nothing less but a true angel. But the Commodore hardly welcomes any mention or recollection of her anymore. His friend, Mr Bhuwakul, wrote to me how he would refuse any invitation to dances or concerts in the capital. Lady Bang had a great appreciation for them and it pained him to be reminded of her through them. He never loved anything the way he did her, and it broke him to lose her.”
“Then he’s not always aloof to the boys?”
“Oh, he adores them, half of his soul is theirs—and now they’re what’s left for him to fight for. They were very loving parents, very attached and familiar with their children. He’s spared nothing for their comfort—toys, books and teachers—all those necessities. But it's…” the housekeeper shook her head again. “I feel like he’s trying to appease them, for being hardly present the past few years. They remind him so much of her, he can hardly bear it here. Even the rooms still haunt him of her, but he was never at ease in that bustling town either. Always fitful, riding from one side of the country to another place, visiting seas and mountains with his friends. He makes me restless as well.”
Mari recalled Seungmin’s musings, and the sharpness in Minho’s reply. “I suppose the boys do not like it either.”
“I don’t think so. Younghyun and I sometimes wonder what to do with him. Someone has to look after the boys. But they are both stubborn, you know. They won’t be sent to their aunts or grandmothers, and they are so difficult with governesses either. Then there's gossip in town, that the Commodore is considering to marry again. I dearly want to laugh over their babbles. It will be a blessing, but I want to ask them how will that ever come to happen when these eight men are so against it!”
Minatozaki-san had pointed out her scissors towards the house, gesturing her words with vehement despair over the ludicrousness of such suggestion. Her humour had returned, allowing Mari to laugh with it.
“It would not work if they still mourn inside,” said the governess.
“No, indeed.” Minatozaki-san sighed. Her thumbs are twisting the old wedding band upon her finger. “And I doubt anyone would ever fill her place. But even if not in the same way— if there is someone, who adores him and his boys enough to bind them together again; spark up some brightness to the rain in his soul, it would gladden my own heart enough.”
Minatozaki-san had satisfied herself with the flower arrangements, and Mari helped her carry the blooms inside the house. Together they walked through the garden, still warm and bright with the late summer sun.
“I’m glad you’ve come to us, Miss Son,” Minatozaki-san declared, offering the governess a comforting smile. “And I hope you will stay for long. It has been very long since I’ve heard such gleeful laughter like this afternoon. We will have a rather delightful summer this year, I’m sure.”
The words surprised her, Mari could only say her quiet thanks. She found equal gratitude at being so appreciated.
In the evening Mari took her working basket and sat on the lounge. She watched over as the boys observed an atlas together on the carpet. Soon they came to be more absorbed in talking than the maps, attending Minho's account of his adventures in school.
The afternoon had given her a great intake of revelations, with all that she had seen since the first time she set her foot inside this house. She had thought Commodore Bang the austere father and master, and had forgotten the depth of every human character. Yet a man could not be merely how he looked. Circumstances had shaped him; he had suffered, and she was not without feeling to not understand the effect such great loss could overcome him. But a small part of her disagreed with the prolonged mourning, battling with the voice wishing her to not interfere in such a tender matter. She looked up, and her sight before her only determined her opinions.
“Why must you bereave them of your company in this similar suffering?” she thought. “I say you must not be unhappy by such detachment. You all must learn to be happy again. For you, my lads, have the makings of great gentlemen, I should like you to have a good life as well. I want the pleasures of your youth to accompany you in your paths — like a faithful dog in all the goodness of his innocence. Giving you strength should times of trials come before you. As such, your father’s wishes might be fulfilled. You are not as lonely as he is, united as seven. One day he might come to you again— and that will be a good day, will it not? for you all to be together? To think of it—how unfair is the world. When parents are had, they want little concern with their broods but for an hour a day. For those who have none, what bliss it is when you know that some people would accompany you in this world.
“I shall reconcile to your father’s conducts another day. Summer days are long and warm and pleasant, and we have great things to do with one another.”
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The Sunday morning service was over, and the day was warming from dawn. The boys are eager to go home for breakfast, but Mari was taken with the path into the little grove beside the church.
“May I walk a little way there?” she asked Minatozaki-san, the leader of the present party.
“I don’t see why not. But aren’t you hungry?— We haven’t eaten much.”
“I can work a little appetite.”
“As you please then. Take in the fresh air, dear.”
“Thank you. Will you boys come?”
They were still quite sullen at having to hear a sermon at such an early hour, and were slow to make a response. But Seungmin slowly reached for her offered hand, separating from Minho to walk with her. Hyunjin followed at her other side, skipping ahead with a delighted giggle.
“Come, Miss Son—you can see our house from the hill!”
“Minho-hyung!” Seungmin demanded, pouting most decidedly while beckoning the eldest. Minho sniffed, yet his steps sways forward as he came to walk next to them, shaking his head when Mari asked if he minded. Then there was a patter as Jisung latched his hand with Minho, while Jeongin ran past them all with Yongbok on his tail. Changbin skipped to walk along with Hyunjin’s pace, pulling the younger close by the shoulder. Mari turned to find Mr Kang offering his arm to accompany Minatozaki-san walk home.
Beyond the grove was a pale, greyish view, with the sight of trees from the hill across. The band stopped at the hilltop, where the tree opens to a steep slope towards another valley of forests below. Below them was the blue lake between the valley, circled by the little red roofs of houses between the trees.
“There’s our house!” Hyunjin pointed out to the right. Mari recognized Barlnshore’s house and back garden, and the stone steps of the dock descending the lake.
“It’s rather like the school I taught in,” Mari said. “We have no lakes, but if you walk out from the back of the house and look down the hill, the village would be down their valley instead. It was less steep.”
“What sort of school did you teach in?” Minho asked.
“Our old vicar established it; now it is independent of the parish. By and by, with the patronage from the landlords around, we now have three classrooms. It’s a bit like a barn, with stone walls and wide windows; separated with oaks and great doors with iron rings to open it.”
“Not as big as my old one, then.”
“No. Our humble school would not compare, Master Bang.”
The boy scoffed at the address.
“Minho-hyung’s school was like a castle,” Seungmin exclaimed, swinging Mari’s arm.
“Did you teach boys or girls?” Hyunjin asked
“I taught both. They are farmers’ and workers’ children; we make use of the spare time while their parents worked.”
“Wasn’t it weird?” Seungmin asked.
“Not at all, it was fun,” Mari said, smiling fondly to recollect the experience.
“Did they fight?” Hyunjin asked.
“Sometimes they did. Teasing mostly. One minute they’re taunting one another and the next they’re walking home together. I do wonder how they are—well, as it is summer, I would have found them in some mischief around the blueberry bushes…”
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hope you like the update. any thoughts about the story so far? again, you can always send me an ask if you wish to be taglisted.
either way, please look out for the new chapter next week!
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stanknotstark · 3 years
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Astral Pt.9 (Loki x Reader)
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Sooooo this isn’t pushing plot too much just kinda mentioning that Thor has some questions regarding your bond! Which new things will come to light for you that you’ve also been questioning. Looking back at this I probably should have made it a .1 chapter but it’s ok :p if yall didn’t know I personally made this gif because I had this exact one in mind XDD I’m dedicated to everything about this story guys! It’s my first chaptered anything and you all enjoying it has lifted my spirits so much ^^ Enjoy your fluff :D
After last night when Loki had kissed you you had woken up extremely happy. Deciding to try something you haven’t done in a long time you close your eyes and open them to Loki’s mental room, your mental room. Everything is just as it was when you left. There are a few books scattered on the table, a few logs of wood in front of the fireplace, the bed sheets a rumpled mess. You’re sure that if dust could settle it would be coating everything in the room. You walk next to the bed and let your hand trail over the messy, green silk sheets. 
Turning around at the sound of a door being opened and closed you see Loki. He smiles at you and walks up to you. You pull him into a hug and let out a deep breath. The smell of him, something otherworldly, calms you but at the same time makes your heart speed up. If you had to put a name to the smell of Loki it would be leather and something herbal, almost like jasmine but not.
Loki brings his arms up to wrap around you and kisses your hair. 
“You know I’m just a floor away, right?” Loki asks.
“I know,” You hug him tighter, “I just wanted to see this place again.” 
“I understand...I haven’t been back since that day.” 
You grimace and pull from Loki. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you made a wise choice.”
“I-” You start, frown, “-Maybe we should talk about this in person?” 
Loki nods. You blink back to reality and quickly dress yourself in comfy clothes. 
Making your way to Loki’s room, you tip toe past Thor’s room. Tony had only made enough rooms for 7 people, he was clearing an 8th floor for Loki. So, Loki was stuck in Thor’s guest bedroom.  
Entering Loki’s room you rush to him. He is sitting up against his headboard, his hands clasped together over his stomach but they settle over you when you squish up to him. You’re hugging his side, your head resting on his shoulder and intertwining your legs with his. 
“Good morning, darling.” 
You stomach flips at the nickname. 
“Good morning, my highness.” 
You can feel Loki lose his breath at your old nick name for him. 
You both settle and just enjoy being in each other’s arms for awhile but then Loki breaks the silence. 
“What did you want to tell me in person?” 
“I wanted to say I’m sorry I left,” You look up from his side to his eyes, “I feel really guilty about it even if I did make the right choice.” 
Loki’s eyes flitter over your face but he murmurs something unintelligible and kisses your forehead. 
“You have no reason to feel guilty, I told you not to come back if you left. You simply adhered to my words and I can’t blame you for that...What I did was cold hearted.”
You struggle to find what you want to say to that. Looking away from Loki’s deep eyes. 
“I don’t know...” 
Loki rests his fingers on your chin, causing you to look at him again, and kisses you. It’s just little pecks but you enjoy it nonetheless. When he pulls back he looks into your eyes and says, “If it makes you feel better, I accept your apology.” 
You close your eyes and let out a tense breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 
That’s when Thor decides to come in, without knocking might you add what if you and Loki had been in a compromising position oh God. 
“Thor! You’re supposed to knock!” You exclaim pulling from Loki and looking at Thor irritated.
“Ah. My apologies.” Thor says scrunching his face but you can tell he isn’t really sorry. You roll your eyes and cuddle up to Loki again. 
“To what do we owe you the pleasure of, brother?” Loki asks, one of his hands wrapping around your waist and resting on your hip, the other resting on his lap. 
“Well I had a few questions-” Thor begins, almost nervously. 
“Spit it out, Thor.” Loki says with a glare, you giggle. 
“How long has this been going on?” Thor points at you two cuddling. Then he decides he’s deep enough might as well go all out and sits on the edge of Loki’s bed. 
“Three days.” You say, picking at Loki’s pajamas. You could tell he was born into royalty, everything this man owned was silk. What the fuck. Maybe Loki was just a diva. This was something you’d have to look into. 
“You mean to tell me-” Thor begins with wide eyes. 
“The legal age is different here on Earth, not to mention there were other things,” Loki squeezes you to him when he says this, “that took precedence over our developing relationship.” Loki says smoothy. 
“Wait,” You exclaim, pulling to look up at Loki, “What’s the legal age on Asgard?” 
Thor chuckles, “15 for both sexes.” 
You frown looking into space then settle against Loki again. 
“Oh.” 
You miss it but Loki lifts an angry brow at Thor, you only know because Thor looks sheepish but decide not to say anything about it. 
Picking at Loki’s pjs again, you ask, “So 15 in Earth years, how many years old for you two is that?”
“1200, give or take a few hundred years.” Loki replies. 
You giggle in Loki’s arm and your giggles slowly turn into a full on laugh. 
“What’s so funny?” Thor finally asks. You laugh harder at the look on Loki’s face. 
Calming down a little bit you answer, “That means that Loki is only around 17 years old right now and that means that his invasion of Earth was basically a temper tantrum!” You gasp out. 
You squeal when Loki pinches your side. Thor begins laughing too. Loki just rolls his eyes and looks exasperated. In hindsight maybe it wasn’t a good thing to joke about his invasion considering what happened but you try to look on the bright side of things, keep things light hearted. 
“If you two are done mocking me, I’d like to actually get up and eat breakfast.” Loki says sliding away from you and out of bed, leaving you to whimper from loss of contact with the god. Loki merely smirks at your reaction. 
“I have more questions about your bond and magic but I suppose they can wait. Loki, have you tried the midguardian snack poptarts or marshmallows?” 
“You do have quite the sweet tooth, Loki, I’m sure you’d enjoy them.” You state climbing from the bed and jumping on Thor’s back when he motions you to. 
You yell a war cry and Thor rushes from the room with you on his back, a now dressed Loki following with a fond smile on his lips. 
Pt. 8.1/Pt. 9/?
Tag list: @justfangirlthingies @emelieh99 @high-functioning-lokipath @loveableasshole 
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valenhell · 3 years
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From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:
"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"
Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites. 
The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!
- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict.  - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no. 
Long fics
a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡
Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending. 
This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic. 
there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.
The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet. 
heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡
The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.
Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡
Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will. 
The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡
A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡
- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)
One-shots and short stories
Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.
Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.
102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes. 
sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers. 
kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings. 
will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.
The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?
neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it. 
Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.
I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not. 
Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗
You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.
Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised. 
Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute. 
you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable. 
you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it. 
okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay. 
can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it. 
even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.
clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!
I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡
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once more to see you | kth 01
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pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin
genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love
synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.
warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member
music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out
a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise
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"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"
Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.
You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.
"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,
"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.
"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.
You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.
"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.
"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.
He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.
"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.
"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.
Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.
Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.
Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.
You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.
When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.
"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.
"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"
Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.
"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.
You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.
"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."
The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.
You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.
Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm
Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off
Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm
taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious
but fr where are you
Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm
doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn
doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo
taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on
Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm
class just ended i'll wait out back
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Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.
This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.
"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.
"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."
You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.
Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.
You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.
Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.
You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.
After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.
"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.
"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.
It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.
Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.
No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.
You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.
You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.
There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.
"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.
He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.
Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.
Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.
"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"
You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."
"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.
Seokjin's always been a charmer.
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You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.
You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.
Unknown: 08:39 am
Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.
Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.
Maybe I could take you out?
I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...
What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?
I really wanna make this right :)
You: 08:43 am
oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...
btw I don't like u like that
Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am
taehyung <3: 08:47 am
Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.
Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.
Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,
Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.
It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.
Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.
When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?
You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.
You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.
Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.
"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.
"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.
"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.
"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.
"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.
You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.
You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.
"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.
He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,
"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.
You were screwed.
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The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.
You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.
He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.
“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.
“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”
This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.
The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.
Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.
Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.
That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.
How could you ever repay him?
Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.
She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.
“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.
“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.
“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.
Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.
“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.
You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.
This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.
The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.
“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?
“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.
“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.
He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.
Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.
Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.
“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.
First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.
Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.
Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.
His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.
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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3
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obsessive-ego · 3 years
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Late night chats
Musical beetlejuice x reader
Beej chats with you when he knows you're not listening
Fluff, pining
It was a long rough week, you were absolutely exhausted, you could barely stand, your knees wobbled as you finally arrived home, everyday this week has been hell between work using you to cover everyone and do everything, and personal family drama you had to attend too, you were glad to finally be home, safe, quiet, where nothing was expected of you, you could finally recharge.
Kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag and jacket aside to deal with later.
As you shamble to your bedroom, eager to swap your work clothes to something less constricting, you tap away on your phone, ordering dinner, you were too tired to cook anyway.
In your bedroom, you were quick to ditch your uniform in replacement for an over sized shirt and a pair of pajama pants.
Removing your bra felt like a weight has been lifted, as you slip on your pajamas you felt 100 pounds lighter, you flop down on your bed, barely clinging to being awake, as you were about to doze off, your phone blares to life with its loud ringtone, you groan in frustration, you force your body to get up and dig for your phone in your pants pocket, you miss the call by a second, before you could check who it was it buzzes again, you nearly drop the phone, startled, you fumble with the gadget, quickly answering the call, assuming it was your incompetent coworkers needing a question asked.
"What are you wearing?~"
You frown, knowing that voice anywhere
"Beetlejuice-"
"Oh baby, you will be wearing me by the time I'm done with you~" he moans
You scowl at this joke, too tired to really deal with his sense of humor, yes the ghoul could easily make you laugh with their lewd jokes, but honestly you were so tired nothing else really mattered.
"What-"
"So we gonna hook up? Or are you standing me up?"
"What?"
"Y/n what day is it?"
You're silent for longer then youd like to admit, beetlejuice starts before you could respond
"Friday, movie night, so, let's hear that magic b word sweetheart~" he chimes in a sing song tone.
As tired as you were, I guess a chill movie night would be fine, if you doze off during you could survive the teasing, wouldnt be the first time.
"Hello? Sugar? I'm not hearing my name come from that pretty little mouth of yours~"
You snap back, guess you zoned out longer then you thought, you utter a quick sorry, and shuffle to the living room.
"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice"
Your apartment goes dark, you sigh, the ghoul had a thing for making an entrance
"HONEY IM HOME" the ghoul shouts, within seconds you are hoisted up from behind in a tight bear hug, Beetlejuice's head resting on you shoulder "babes I missed ya, you're such a mean little thing forgetting about our movie night, or were you just playing hard to get~" he purrs that last part.
Clearly embarrassed you try your best to squirm out of your predicament, the demon only cackles at your actions
"Keep wiggling like that sugar and your gonna give me a-"
The ghoul was interrupted by a knocking at your door, his eyes light up, before you could get a word in, you are dragged along to the front door
"Its showtime"
...
It was amazing how you were still able to order take out with all the nonsense beetlejuice did to the delivery guys, but it just goes to show that it's all about money, and let's be honest, nobody is gonna believe them, yeah sure, a zombie looking guy took the pizza and then turned into a pile of snakes.
...
Movie night was the same as always, Beej successfully snuggling up close with an arm around your shoulder, ever since the change of seasons he found you no longer took the lead on getting up close and personal, meaning he had to take initiative, not that he minded, since regardless of the temperature, you didnt mind him cuddling up, which was nice, you were so warm to the touch, he adored it.
Movie night was always a blast with the demon, yes you've seen this horror films 100 times, but watching them with Beej always made them more lively, his enthusiasm was so contagious. But as much fun as the evening together was you were officially out of energy, you tired in vain to keep awake, last movie night you dozed off midway through you delt with merciless teasing for a week, but all your effort was for not as you felt yourself slip into dreamland.
"Alright Doll what's up next in our-" the demon finally noticed you were out, he frowns, yeah it was cute, and sexy when you fell asleep on him, but it was really becoming kind of a pain on how hard you worked and how much it drained you, breathers are delicate, and besides he wanted to spend some real legit alone time with you.
The demon snaps his fingers and the two of you reappear in your bedroom, you being tucked into your bed, beej floats up beside you in a lounging position.
The ghoul stares at you, watching you naturally settle into a deep sleep, once a few moments have past and beetlejuice was sure you were out cold, he leans back placing his hands behind his head and let's out a deep sigh.
"Ya know doll, the other week I was in the netherworld for business, bumped into an old pal, buddy was going on and on about this demon he was banging, and boy, the look on his face when I told him I was banging a hot little breather, man, fucker was jealous, I mean we arent technically banging, yet." He whispered
This was a habit of Bj's chatting to you when you were asleep, he didnt need to sleep, so this was a nice way to pass the time.
"I showed him that photo of us lyds took, ya know the one, you were sitting on the couch playing with you phone and I had my head on your lap? Yeah, I keep it in my wallet, hell, it's the only thing in there" he snickers
You mumble something unintelligible, Beej hums in response
"Of course not sugar, I dont keep condoms in there, i prefer to go raw, demons cant get breathers pregnant anyways, wink wink"
The ghoul sighs reclining back and putting his hands behind his head
"Ya know, while I was down there, I had to file some paperwork with my Mom, the bitch she is, was going on and on about how I need to stop screwing around with breathers, she just doesnt get me, you know how it is"
You grumble in response
"Oh, yeah I know I told ya a sandworm ate her, shes back, it's a long story" he huffs with a scowl.
"Yeah she was saying how theres no point of me tricking another breather for a green card to live again, and I should leave you alone, fuck her, ya know, I dont need to trick ya for a green card, i know you're head over heels for me babes, and once you finally admit you love me and we fuck around for a bit, then I'll pop the question." He trails off looking in your direction, your were laying on your side facing the demon, as if you were awake listening to his every word, the demon sighs, staring at you sleeping form, god slash satan  he had no idea what he did to deserve you, his sweet caring breather. He could always come back to you, you were all his, you just didnt know it yet, and that was fine, for now, soon he'll get you to confess your undying love.
"What would I do without our little chats" he sighs, his eyes fixated on you, a purple hue begins to creep into his hair, he sighs again
"The only time I can be honest with ya huh babes?"
You mumble in response
"Its not like I dont WANT to be honest with ya, its just, come on, you gonna believe me? A demon from hell falling head over heels for a sweet little breather? I can barely believe it" he stares at you, his hair now completely purple.
"You know I love ya right?" The confidence in his voice fading, the question sounding more desperate then anything, as if the ghoul needed you to know or hed die again.
"...beee" you sigh
Beetlejuice perks up at the sound of your voice "bee?" Were you dreaming of him? The ghoul could just melt at the thought
"...beetlejuice"
You were
The purple in the demon's hair began to mix with hints of pink, his little breather was dreaming of him, the ghoul leans into you, his face inches from yours, studying your face in hopes to crack the mystery of what kind of dream you were having
"...beetlejuice" Again you mumble his name in your sleep
"Do you dream about me often babes? Ya know I dream of you~" he chuckles
"Beetle-"
Before you could finish the b word the demon shakes you awake
"Fuck" you say with a start "beetlejuice what are you doing" you grumble less then thrilled to be woken like this
"You were about to say the b word 3 times babes, had to put a stop to it" he chuckles sheepishly "you were babbling my name away in your sleep, guess you missed me huh?" His nervousness turned into a more confident jab
"I was? I-" you babble
"If you REALLY miss me baby cakes I could slip into bed with ya? Keep ya company" he leans in inches from your face, a moment passes and beetlejuice can see the hesitation in your face, yes he's snuck into bed with you multiple times, but he always left before you noticed.
"I wont do anything creepy" he begs grasping your hand as if to reassure you
"....okay" you whisper
The ghoul's eyes light up at your response in a flash he sheds his suit, leaving only a pair of boxers and slides under the covers next to you, the ghoul is over come by the warmth beneath the covers, and quickly latches on to your even warmer body.
"Good night Bee" you sigh "I'll try not to say your name 3 times"
"Night sugar♡" he cuddles into your chest making you the bigger spoon, though you were the smaller out of the two of you.
As you drift back into a deep sleep beetlejuice begins talking to you again
"You really know how to spoil a guy huh sugar, I guess I can wait a little longer till you say the 3 little words, as long as ya keep treating me like this♡ good night y/n, I love you"
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little-fairy-forest · 3 years
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Gone to voicemail  6
Bakugou x fem!reader, angst, fluff, romance
Summary : Bakugou and Y/n go through hardships during their engagement, will they be able to wait for each other at the alter or will they find someone new to share their vows with?
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Bakugou groaned as he could feel the headache of his hangover swarm his head as he rolls over in his bed. It must be early enough since Paprika hasn't woken him up yet for her walk.
He knew he shouldn't of drank that much but he didn't realise how much he drank until he was wasted, he remembers bits of the night previous, mainly the funny moments of playing a few card games and having a good time
He normally wouldn't go to celebrations, especially big ones, but since this was small and casual he let lose for a bit. He would only go somewhere gig and fancy if you were there. You always helped him when he wanted to leave and when his social battery ran out. Katsuki was the same to you in return, he could tell by your eyes if you wanted to go home.
Katsuki hoped the idiots at least cleaned up a small but before they left. He went to bed after releasing he fell asleep on the sofa hours later.
Katsuki begrudgingly got out of bed to get some water and to eat something to ease the headache, good thing he is on night shift tonight. Katsuki could feel the humidity from walking into the main room, looking around he can see a few glasses and empty food packages. "Who knew the idoots could clean, tch not like they did back in u.a"
Katsuki picked up the glasses to being them over to the sink to rinse later, he looked over at the small side dish he had out by the sink to put rings and bracelets you would wear before washing the dishes, he put your engagement ring there not to ling back so it wasn't out in the open
'Damn, I need to just get my ass in gear soon. Good thing we organised to speak soon'
Katsuki thought to himself as he walked around the counter to collect the rubbish to throw away, as he was picking the leftovers up he notices Camie left her purse, a small pink coin purse he got her back in high school
"Shoot I should text her to come back to get it, she will need it"
Katsuki wonders why they didn't spend the night. Normally shitty hair would spend the night since they are patrol partners to just carpool to the agency the next day. Maybe something came up
Katuski continues to clean up, he turned on the tv to have as background noise as he got paprika toys put away
"Today on hero expose, we have more drama on the y/n and katsuki love scandle"
"Scandle? The fuck"
The news channel caught his attention at the ridiculous headline for his current predicament
"Late last night pro hero Maboromacamie posted some sketpial things on her social media last night, let's take a look shall we?"
The tweets popped up onto the screen for everyone to see, Katsuki was shocked– what was she thinking?!
"What the actual fuck..."
"Fellow pro hero: Chargebolt claimed that the tweets were an outcome of her being intoxicated, other sources claim it was her inner feelings being revealed"
"Many people belive she is taking a chance to wiggle her way in yo pro hero Dynamights heart ince again, will she get her happily ever after? Or will she have to find a new prince charming? Stay tuned into this news story to find out"
Katsuki was discussed– he dating Camie again?! FAT CHANCE
Katsuki purely only seen Camie as a colleague, a good friend nothing more nothing less. He wants the best for her at all times. He was there by her side when she had a nasty villian fight and she ws hospitalised. You even brought them dinner as he made sure he took care of all the medical work needed.
Katsuki wanted to ask the others to see when it happned since the tweet shown online was around the time they might of till been there
Katsuki walked around to find his phone, now found currently on the floor, to dial someone he knew he could trust after last night
*ring* *ring*
Calling tape arms...
"Hey dude what's up? You feelin' alright after last night?" Sero answers into the phone as he can be heard outside probably on patrol due to the traffic noise in the background
"Was gonna ask ya what the fuck news reporters are talkin' about. What happens with Camie? Cut the bullshit my head already hurts enough"
"Well...we asked you how y/n was, and it spiraled into a conversation on the both of yous to see what was going on due to the counselling. Camie wasn't happy hearing the news between you and y/n so Camie decided to say few choice words about the bith of your previous relationship"
"Oh shit." Was all he could muster out
" yeah it was pretty bad she got emotional quite quickly and it was clearly the alcohol talking hence why we wanted to get her home quickly.Good thing I was sober"
"Yeah...thanks for that, I'll pay you for the taxi, eh...what did she say exactly?"
"she confessed to you that she still has feelings to you, then asked would it be possible to try again you laughed in her face and just spoke highly of y/n since you clearly still love her" was all the information he gave
"Really? She doesn't have feelings for me idiot, you sure you didn't drink?" Katsuki was annoyed that Sero would lie to his face so quickly to make Camie look bad
"Dude I'm serious hear me out, when you and Kaminari were setting up the next round of poker me and Camie went over to grab more bowles for the snack, she showed me where they were and seen y/n engagement ring.."
Sero trailed off not wanted to continue further, Katsuki wanted to know more
"Yeah okay? I still have her ring. Its special so what?
*flashback to the night previous*
Sero and Camie were putting the snacks into the bowels, camie got some sauce on her hands and went to go wash it. She noticed a particular peice of jewellery out and wanted a closer look
Camie picked up your engagement ring and placed it on her ring finger, it didn't quite fit but it looked nice
"What do you think?" Camie asks Sero
"Huh? Oh– you should take that off. Not cool to wear that" is all Sero says as his face looks annoyed that she would event think to wear a sentimental piece of jewellery that didn't belong to her at all
"Ahah, it doesn't mean much now anyways, I'm sure it will get wrapped up and given to me for my birthday anyway since Katsuki has no use for it" Camie says as she places the ring back in the small dish tray and picked up some bowels and heads back to the main group
"Yeah...not to you it doesn't mean much" was all wrong said before following with the rest of the snacks
*back to current time*
"She didn't seem to care that much for y/n that much anyway, just be careful what you share to her alright? Y/n is still our friend"
"Right...thanks for that gotta go clean up"
"Alright take care bye!"
Katsuki was shocked that Camie had the nerve to pick up your ring. Now it was gorgeous it suited your taste perfectly– Katsuki knew the moment he seen it it was the one, when he seen you he knew you were the one. Funny coincidence? Maybe
Katsuki needs to send an important text before he gets anything else done
Katsuki : hey, I think its best if we keep our distance for a bit. I have alot on my plate at the moment. Hope you understand, thanks
Camie : no problem :)
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Camie sat there with her heart broken and her head spinning, why isn't her plan going right?!
She needed to make sure you understand you weren't in the equation anymore, at least for the near future. Camie asks her agent if she could make a request for her partner for the up coming hero charts at the end of the summer,
Camie wanted to make sure everyone knew where she stood in this situation
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You made your way to the door as you heard the bell ring, you answered the door to see it was the postman
"Thank you!" You say cheerfully as you take the package, big and heavy at that. What was it?
You open it since it was addressed to you. You had no idea what it could be.
You pull put the item to see it was your wedding outfit...one you picked out months ago with close family there to help you as you went from shop to shop to find the perfect outfit. It was everything you wanted and more. You started to tear up at the thought of it not being worn...the thought if not making memories wearing it on your special day...not being able to see Katsuki's face as you walked down the aisle to the special song you picked out when you were little.
You started to break down in the hallway in your brothers house, you held the outfit close to your chest as you let it all out once more. You just wanted to be held, to be reassured it will be all okay again, to be told you are loved again by someone who loved you more then you could imagine. All you wanted was to rewind back several months ago to make things right between you and Katuki.
You have been keeping up with the media for the last few days inbetween work. You scheduled a couples therapy appointment and you were going to notify Katsuki when you meet up next week to talk things out calmly in person. God all you wanted was your suki back
You don't even know if you could face anyone in his friend group at the moment, the looks of pity were getting to be too much.
You had to compose yourself since you had work soon. You needed to make sure Shinsous launch will be amazing, your promised him. And you don't break promises
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Katsuki was on his nightly patrol, nothing major has happned so far. Just confiscating some alcohol from underage kids and to help someone get home safely.
The summer breeze was nice against his skin that peaked our from his summer uniform, he has always enjoyed the summer months since it helps his quirk alot since it makes him sweat more, meaning he can fight for longer and harder
Katsuki's ear price buzzed signaling his agency was trying to gain his attention, katsuki pressed his finger to his ear price letting his team speak to his has he walked down the path.
"Dynamight we have a quick announcement, we have just been invited to the annual hero charts party, you have been requested and sponsored to go with someone, you will go understand?"
"Look you know I don't go to those shirty events tch you know the only reason I want and I ain't got a reason to now. Find someone else"
"No can do, we have already made a brand deal and you have to go"
"For fucks sake! At least tell me who I'm gonna be wasting my hours with takin' stupid photos"
"Maboromacamie, she will be the best option for brands to sponsor us, she has worked in the modeling gig for a while along side Creati"
"HAH?!? DID YOU NOT SEE THE MEDIA TODAY! IF WE GO THEY WILL HAVE OUR ASSES!" Katsuki was not having this
"Too late, we can't cancel on this opportunity and have the possibility to be blackmailed around Tokyo, have a god day Dynamight"
The call ended in Katsuki's ear piece..how us he gonna get out of this mess?
Katsuki got an email earlier confirming from their wedding venue that they cancelled on their behalf since they weren't getting married anymore. That was something Katsuki wasn't prepared for since he thought he had more time to get you back and convince you to take him back, Camie is meddling in too much shit...whatever else is she trying to ruin?
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@hero-media : We can't wait to see what Shinou has install for us!!
@hero-media : when will the drama end!! All we want is peace! ✌🏻🔥
@Dynamight : don't ever speak behind my back, just shows you were to scared to say it to my face. Pathetic
@Redriot : look at my news crocs! They Have fur! How cute~ 🥺
@Camiexo : His cologne always reminded me of home...I should be home home soon <3
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Thank you for reading this shit show of a chapter...if you have stayed this long in the series thank you, I will help you erase this from your memory once its finished because you don't need this keeping you away at night
-> masterlist
-> part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
Fairy tags : @jazzylove @dillybuggg @tsumusthighs @chibiiichann @suchichan @viiiolettt @roxxane123 @pluviophilefangirl @silentw-lkr @baku6o @lukepattersin @superblyspeedydragon @ahbeautifulexistence @enhakg @maroonmagic @alaninsistone @devilsbooksworld @aomi04
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icequeenbae · 3 years
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Girl, I’m Your Catnip (m) | BBH
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Pairing: wolf!Baekhyun x caracal!Reader
Hybrid AU, slice of life, some fluff, PWP, smut
Warnings: altered mental state (in a way?), Baek snapped, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, knotting, cross-breeding?
Word Count: ~3.4k
Summary: You’d been pretty stressed at work lately, so your boyfriend decided to bring something special to help you unwind.
© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.
Author’s note: I’m back with... Catnip. Seriously. I’m not even a cat person 😅 This was something quick and out of the blue. But I really enjoy hybrid aus, and this is definitely not the first or the last one I’ve written… It’s quite different from my other stories so far (pls read the warnings). Expect minimal plot (minimal… for me) and lots of feral sex unconventional stress relief lmao P.S. Thanks to @baekshoney​ for being quick at reading through when I come at her with these, even when they’re out of her comfort zone <3
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It’d been weeks since you came home early enough to really hang out with Baekhyun. The closing phase of your project lasted longer than anticipated, and it was taking a great toll on you, both physically and mentally. Working long hours was one thing, but the atmosphere was not the greatest either. A couple cutthroat colleagues kept compromising the team’s integrity, creating additional stress for the hardworking and meticulous people like you. There was literally no time to deal with the internal drama while you had a deadline approaching fast.
Luckily enough, your significant other was most understanding during this time. Running you a bubble bath to soak in for twenty minutes after especially tough days, feeding you delicious late-night dinners… Or holding you in a tight lock of his arms when you broke down right at the threshold from exhaustion and nerves. He went as far as doing all the chores and grocery shopping by himself, which left you feeling rather guilty for not being able to reciprocate his care. What kind of shitty girlfriend were you? The constant nagging of the inner voice in the back of your head was making the anxiety grow.
Although Baekhyun assured you time and time again that it was fine, you kept insisting that you were going to make it up to him. Which nearly made you cry on the spot. Your usual way of giving back was making him a nice dinner, organizing a cozy movie night with his favorite snacks, or even bringing your favorite almond oil to give him a relaxing massage. All of those scenarios inevitably ended with the two of you tangled up in bed till indecent hours of the morning, having a whole lot of steamy sex. These days, however, you were unable to recuperate and loosen up enough to do any of it. You’d not been intimate with your partner for at least three weeks, and while he was a complete sweetheart (he usually was) about it, that made you feel even more burdensome to him.
So much so, that you promised your boyfriend to get drunk the first night following submission of the presentation, to take the edge off, and simply allow him to do whatever he wanted with you. Baekhyun insisted that he didn’t have much use of you while shitfaced, and would rather have you well-rested and enjoying the process. Still, you were set on having no more delays, so you informed him that you’d finally be free from the project this Friday, and he should be pouring champagne for you as you walk through the door. Taking his previous comments into consideration, you ruled out the hard liquor and decided to only get heavily tipsy. Being horribly drunk did not seem like an arousing option you should be presenting your overly patient and caring boyfriend with.
Come Friday, as you finally submitted your presentation, you texted Baekhyun at least two hours in advance that you were definitely on track to spend the evening with him. Fortunately for you, he was going to come home a bit late, so you even had a head start to do all of the necessary preparations. That’s to say, you were stuck in the bathroom for over an hour and a half. You were ecstatic to finally have enough time to groom properly – your caracal nature always called for it. Pleased with how smooth and refreshed your skin looked after the long-awaited pampering, you exited the bathroom to go pick your poison for tonight.
You were so ready to get your drinks and relinquish all control to Baekhyun that you got startled when you saw him already heading towards you.
‘Oh! I didn’t hear you come in,’ you chirped.
‘Are you already drunk?’ He sniffed the air, shaking his head. ‘I guess not. You smell good,’ he smiled as you reached him and wrapped your arms around his neck with all the feline grace you had in you.
‘I really missed you,’ you purred as his warm hand settled on the small of your back comfortably.
His scent made you want to rub your face on him, to get more of it on you. How terribly you must’ve missed him! In the beginning, it took you a bit to get used to the notorious ‘smell of a dog’ inevitably coming off of him. But you’d strangely grown to like it a lot, despite being the very whimsical wild cat hybrid that you were. Now, however, you’d stayed away for a while, and the scent lingering on his skin seemed so pleasant that you wanted to cover your entire body in it. But then again, it’d been so long that the desire to pounce him mixed with the fear of not being able to do well. What if you took longer to get ready now? Or to come? What if you couldn’t make him come? Surely you needed to take good care of him to repay all the weeks he’d been an angel for your sake.
‘I missed having you all to myself too, honey,’ he smiled crookedly, leaning in to give you a kiss. ‘You seem a bit tense,’ he noted when you swerved your short tail with slight agitation. ‘If it’s about sex, I told you we don’t have t-’
‘I want to!’ You quickly interrupted. ‘I don’t want to wait anymore, Baekhyunie. Just a little help to relax my stressed mind and body is all I need. Then we’ll get to it.’
Baekhyun sighed, shaking his head, allowing you to pull him back into your bedroom.
‘Doesn’t your head always hurt after you drink?’
‘It’s worth it,’ you replied firmly and turned to him. ‘Let’s just treat it as a celebration. I’ll bring the bottle here.’
He grabbed your wrist swiftly, before you took another step towards the door.
‘I-’ he looked away, tail stilling as he was considering something. ‘I have another idea, actually. You trust me, right?’
Giving him a curious look, you nodded. Of course, you trusted him; more than anyone in the world, more than yourself at times. Although he was a ‘big bad wolf’ (still, only bad enough to eat the last slice of his absolute favorite Hawaiian pizza while you weren’t looking), and your relationship wasn’t very ‘likely’… He’d managed to charm you, and you’d been together for a long time since. And your wolf’s embrace made you feel so tiny and secure, that you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else at this point, all initial reservations evaporated.
‘We can try something else. Something that shouldn’t be as toxic as drinking, but also have you release the tension and relax. I got it on my way here,’ he began, making you even more interested in what it was.
Taking notice of your stare, he continued.
‘Um- I just need to be sure that you want this. Your unbiased decision. Like I said, we don’t have to f-’
‘Don’t feel bad about it, making it up to you will make me happy,’ you raised an open palm in front of his chest when he tried to protest. ‘If it can help me make you feel good, whatever it is, I trust you. I missed being… close to you.’
He chewed on his lip, and nodded.
‘Alright. I’ll use the bathroom for a sec, and you can get on the bed, okay?’
Somewhat surprised that he didn’t tell you what exactly he was planning, you complied, lying down on your belly to wait for him. It took him a few unbearably long minutes, during which you stared the door down, tail swinging impatiently. He made minimal sound after the water was turned off, so you had no idea what was happening in there.
‘Babe, need some help in there?’ You offered and sat up just as the door flew open.
He emerged from the bathroom shirtless, sporting nothing but sweatpants. His skin was shimmering slightly, and you licked your lips at the sight of his lean torso. All of the events and worries of the past few weeks were instantly forgotten.
‘Took you long enough,’ you mumbled grumpily. ‘What were you doing in there?’
He tilted his head to the side, a textbook sign of puppy confusion.
‘Do you… notice anything?’
You pouted, unsure as to what you were supposed to notice. He looked the same. A bit freshened up and half-undressed, but still the same.
‘Ah- maybe it doesn’t work on you,’ he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, halting an arm’s length away. ‘My bad.’
‘What doesn’t wo-’ as he turned around to supposedly walk back to the bathroom, it hit you.
Oh, it hit you, indeed.
Before you could think, you gripped his wrist to prevent him from moving away.
‘W-what- is-’ you stuttered, pulse suddenly escalating.
Baekhyun gulped at the sight of your dilated, almost shaking pupils. You tugged him closer after you moved up to the edge of the bed. The scent that penetrated your nostrils almost took you out.
‘What is that?’ You finally managed, swallowing the saliva that was rapidly collecting in your mouth.
Jerking him forward, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.
‘Do you like it?’
You didn’t answer, too busy running your tongue over his collarbone with a long groan. Without even noticing the death grip you had on him, you dragged him onto the bed as you swallowed his scent and tasted his delectable skin, going increasingly mad from the sweetness.
‘What is this, Baekhyun,’ you sobbed, covering his chest in frenzied kisses, while the burning arousal made your insides constrict. ‘Oh god- I want all of you. On me. And- in me. Oh fuck,’ you were almost feverish as you pushed him in the chest to get him to lie back, and ripped his sweatpants off without a second thought.
‘Y/N, slow down,’ your boyfriend warned, and you didn’t care.
You wanted that taste in your mouth again, the one that was all Baekhyun, but sweeter, more intense. Nibbling on the gentle skin under his belly button, you quickly found your way down to his balls. Whimpering at the addicting taste, you took one in your mouth, playing with it diligently, sucking and licking, while your boyfriend stirred underneath and reached for your hair to get it out of the way. Your tongue on his most sensitive spots quickly made him harden, and you waited no more than necessary to stuff his entire cock in your mouth.
At that, you both moaned.
Frantically bobbing your head, you sucked harshly on it, making him thicken further. You shoved it in your mouth almost aggressively, choking on him, chasing the feeling that lingered in your throat after your nose met his smooth skin. He prepared too.
Swallowing around him, you groaned as you kept moving your head, spit mixing with precum and collecting at the corners of your mouth.
‘Fuck, kitten- you’d be mute tomorrow if you keep at it,’ Baekhyun gritted, pulling you off of his dick by the hair.
You wailed, like a cat being dragged by its tail, and clawed at his thigh for interrupting. His pained grunt went unnoticed since you immediately moved on to exploring the taut skin of his stomach all the way up to his pecs. Rubbing your face onto it, tonguing his abs and his nipples, you shuddered as the dreamy haze of desire surrounded you like mist.
It would’ve definitely been scary had Baekhyun not prepared in advance. Still, seeing you this out of your mind for him was nothing like he expected.
‘Please fuck me,’ you muttered into his sternum after ripping the last of your clothes off. ‘Scent me, come inside me, knot me. Make me raw. I don’t care. I want you,’ you sobbed, gnawing on his shoulder impatiently as his arms pulled you closer.
‘Don’t fret, you know I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,’ you jolted as his fingers slid between your wet lips to check.
Your arousal was already dripping out, so Baekhyun mercifully spared you any additional foreplay, simply sinking you down on his cock.
‘Agh!’ Your inner walls instantly contracted around him. ‘Yes, yes,’ you mouthed into his neck, licking at it as he bottomed out again and again.
Unable to hold back, you responded to his movement by slamming your pelvis down onto his repeatedly, with enough force to hurt, so he had to brace you by the hips to prevent you from injuring yourself. The smell of your overwhelming arousal made his mind blurry too, so he kept watching you with heavy-lidded eyes while you bounced on him like your life depended on it.
Scratching at his skin, you kept whining for your boyfriend to get closer, to scent you. He finally gave in, biting down on your neck gently to distract you and then flipping you onto your back promptly. Ignoring the feral hiss that escaped your mouth, he leaned forward to grant you full skin to skin contact while his hips continued jerking in and out of you.
Your mind went blank from the building pleasure. It was filling your entire being with desperate anticipation, the taste, the smell, all of the sensory feedback was elevated. Only your vision seemed impaired since you couldn’t blink away the thickening red fog of lust.
The divine smell was all over your skin now, and Baekhyun’s pelvis was almost glued to yours, grazing over your clit with every sway of his hips. He growled at how slick it felt between your bodies, and how deliciously lewd the sounds of him fucking you were. He knew the essential oil he used didn’t have much effect on him, only felines could fall under its spell. But he hadn’t been intimate with you for a long while now, and, frankly, he’d never seen you like this before. You were absolutely wild underneath him, clawing at his back like an angry cat, moaning and whining so loudly, it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight. He’d never heard you sound like this, so irrepressible and untamed, and it was incredibly sexy. In a way, it triggered his more primal side to take control.
Suddenly feeling the power he had over you, he angled his hips and rammed into you, skin slapping your puffy lips repeatedly as you cried out in despair.
‘I’m not gonna stop,’ he leaned in and growled almost animalistically into your ear. ‘Before I ruin your little hole. You’ve been on the edge there for a while, haven’t you, kitten?’
Reveling in the mewl you responded with, he slid two fingers into your mouth and kept talking.
‘All helpless and needy underneath me. Entirely at my mercy,’ he pressed down on your tongue, making your throat relax to accommodate. ‘Do you enjoy being destroyed?’
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your orgasm hit. A muffled scream drowned out by his palm almost made his own release hit him, but Baekhyun had other plans.
Pulling out for a few seconds, he wiped away the sweat that was dripping from his forehead to his eyes, and rolled your limp body over. Allowing you a few seconds to cool down, he gripped his rock-hard flesh at the base and landed a sharp slap onto your supple ass cheek.
‘Baek,’ you squealed, registering the shuffling behind. ‘Wait- no,’ protesting weakly, as he got on top of you again. You took notice of the way his dick was nestled snugly between your bodies and guessed his intention.
‘You didn’t think we were done, did you, baby?’ He gave your ear a long lick, causing you to shiver.
‘B- Baekhyunie,’ you puled pathetically, still too overwhelmed. ‘I can’t-’
The sentence was drowned out by his growl. Your state pushed him too far to just stop now.
‘You’ll comply and come again, all while I load you up, got it?’ He slipped back inside, testing your body’s response.
As expected, you were still soaked from your previous activities, so he ignored the instant jolt of your body. It wasn’t something you did often, overstimulation, but your partner knew he could make you come like this if he hurried up, so that was exactly his plan.
‘No,’ you whined capriciously, your cat instincts making you protest against the intrusion while too sensitive. Your tail patted against Baekhyun’s side relentlessly, although most of it was trapped between you.
‘I can make you,’ he rolled his hips, knowing that in a few minutes you would beg him to make you come again, even though it seemed more like torture now.
‘Ah it hurts!’ You cried out, latching onto his thigh, claws out.
‘Oh, so you’re gonna be like that?’ He growled lower, making you hiss in a natural response and draw blood with your sharp nails.
He licked a sensitive spot between your shoulder blades as a warning.
‘Don’t make me do this,’ he snarled, but you kept trying to shove him off of you. ‘Okay, you fucking got it.’
Baekhyun snapped, locking his sharp teeth on your withers – the magical spot on your spine, just below the neck; your feline heritage. Instantly, your fingers grew weak and you whined feebly as his hips moved again. He picked up his pace gradually, readjusting your thighs to have more of a room to increase amplitude. You trembled helplessly, pinned down his weight and wailing into the pillow as his determined ministrations had the anticipation build once again. With the discomfort you initially had subsiding, you’d given up on the attempts to escape your lover.
Feeling the tight pulsation around his flesh, Baekhyun released your skin and started licking over the teeth marks right away.
‘That’s more like it,’ he hummed in your ear as you whined pathetically, feeling your eyes water from the intensity of the impending release. ‘I’m going to fill you up. Yes- come like this,’ he urged, intertwining his fingers with yours, and you could not disobey.
‘Baek-’ you squealed, your entire body shuddering underneath him as your muscles contracted once again from a mind-blowing wave of pleasure.
He delivered a few more quick, shallow thrusts before his hips stuttered and he moaned lowly as thick warmth flooded your insides.
You felt full and content, the fogginess of your mind clearing up slowly. Belatedly you realized that he actually knotted you – something he didn’t do often since you weren’t the same species (or trying for a baby at this point). But it felt good, and your walls were still pulsating around him, electricity jolting through you with every gentle lick of Baekhyun’s tongue over the spot where his teeth had left a reddish mark.
‘Mhm,’ you hummed, and Baekhyun shifted his weight to his elbows.
‘Sorry, I got a bit carried away,’ he admitted, planting soft kisses along your spine.
‘It was great,’ you yawned, noting casually. ‘You knotted me.’
‘Yeah, it will deflate soon,’ he rubbed his face between your shoulder blades affectionately, and you squirmed. ‘Does anything hurt? How are you feeling?’
‘Um- no, nothing hurts. At least not yet,’ you chucked, assuming that the soreness would come tomorrow. ‘I’m just exhausted. And still a bit… dazed?’
‘Yeah, I think it’s all evaporated from my skin. Or licked off,’ he snickered. ‘Still smell the remnants of it in the air, but to me it’s not as prominent as your arousal.’
‘What was it, actually?’
‘You didn’t get it?’ Baekhyun laughed, finally slipping out and rolling off to the side, allowing you to glance at him. ‘Catnip. I got a little roll-on thingy with the essential oil. Didn’t realize it’s that strong though.’
‘Are you serious?’ You smacked him on the top of the head in a very feline way. ‘That thing is like a drug for cats!’
‘It’s safe. You were under supervision, and it has no lasting effects. And it’s not addictive,’ he clarified. ‘I consulted.’
‘Always prepared, aren’t you?’ Smiling, you shoved him in the chest. ‘I can’t believe you drugged me with catnip to fuck me. Tsk, what a jerk you are,’ you purred, scolding him.
‘Don’t act like we’re not doing this again soon,’ Baekhyun smirked, planting a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.
‘I’m so going to get you for this, Baek. I will!’ You threatened, allowing him to sneakily drag his tongue over your lower lip in a playful apology lick before you pushed him away to yawn again.
‘I’ll be waiting,’ he chuckled and moved closer again to stroke your back tenderly. ‘Just have some rest first, kitten.’
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A/N: Whew, my first hybrid au posted 🤗 I hope you guys love the multi-faceted wolf!Baekhyunie haha Let me know whether he was different from what you’d expected. And I’m still encouraging you to share your thoughts on what kind of aus / tropes you enjoy 😊 It’s always interesting to find out what my readers like. Thank you for sticking around and welcome to the blog if you’re new!
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zodiyack · 3 years
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Light-Stick
Requested by @psychkunox​: (Been so long since I requested other than Peaky) But can you do a Supernatural one, Dean x Reader insp to the ep "Regarding Dean."
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, fluff?, tired/probably poor writing
Words: 1,218
Summary: (See Request?)
Note: So, if you couldn’t tell by the title, this revolves mainly around the scene wherein Sam and Dean are at the motel. Sorry if this sucks :\
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Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @psychkunox​,
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The phone rang, vibrating the table with it. “Unknown Caller”. Sam looked away from his laptop and picked up the phone without hesitation. Y/n watched from the seat across, taking slow sips of her morning drink of choice. “Hello?”
“...Sam?”
Upon hearing his brother’s voice, his shoulders hunched and his empty hand came up, an “are-you-shitting-me” type of attitude immediately replacing his calmed expression. “Dude! Where the hell have you been?” At Sam’s sudden change of tone, along with his question, Y/n widened her eyes and tilted her head, no longer half asleep.
“Uhhh I’m not really sure about that.”
“Well- where are you now?”
“Um, not really sure about that either.... I um... Oh!” Dean laughed on the other end, “I’m starvin’. How you feel about waffles?”
Sam’s face morphed with confusion, drawing Y/n’s interest even more. He muttered a bit, struggling to form a word before he picked one, “What?”
“Dumb question. Right. What psycho doesn’t love waffles? I mean they’re fluffy with little pockets full of syrup you just cover ‘em with whip cream, right? Anyway, meet me at Waldo’s, alright?”
Sam could barely think of something to say with the amount of time given to him. Dean hung up leaving Sam thinking 100 miles per second. Y/n made eye contact with her boyfriend’s brother, raising a brow as to ask for the story.
“Was that Dean?”
“Mhm.”
“Where was he?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Did he not tell you?”
“No, actually, he doesn’t even know. He said to meet him at Waldo’s for waffles and then hung up.”
Y/n paused, scrunching her brows together in thought. Then she nodded with a shrug, “Sounds like Dean to me.”
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Dean met Sam’s eyes as he walked into the building. “Hey...” he drawled. The first thing he did as the two sat down was sigh and tap his head, “You brought my girlfriend but did you bring any of the uh-” Sam took the bottle of pills out of his pocket and shook it, like an owner would a dog treat to their eager pup. “Yes!”
“Sounded like you could use it.”
“Oh man,” Dean whispered as he opened the bottle.
“Rough night?” Y/n’s eyes followed her boyfriend’s every movement. Dean after drinking, whether it be drunk or hungover, never ceased to entertain her. Dean shook his head.
“Rough morning.” He poured some into his hand, using his coffee to wash down the pills rather than water. 
Sam watched with amusement as well, chuckling a little. “What happened? I mean, you just went out to get some food.”
Dean raised his free hand to emphasize his shrug as he set the mug down. “I dunno.”
“What does that mean?”
“I- I guess I blacked out... And judging from this hangover,” he nodded his head, “it was epic.”
Sam looked to Y/n for context, however, all he got was a raise of her shoulders. She hadn’t been with him last night, so there was no way she was involved with his drunken state.
“Well, we tried to call you-”
“Oh.” Dean held up his broken phone, making Sam sigh and Y/n look down in disappointment. “Not sure how that happened.”
“Great. Alright, well I’ll text mom and make sure she knows you’re going with me in case of emergency and Cas, in case he tracks down Kelly.”
Dean slowed his chewing down as his brows furrowed, tilting his head to meet Sam’s eyes. Sam raised his brows in response. “The- mother of Lucifer’s love child?”
“Right. Right. Yes, the, devil-baby-mama drama... Heh, say that five times fast. Devil-baby-mama drama.”
Once again, Sam sighed at his brother’s antics, though, Y/n couldn’t help but giggle a bit. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, “Alright, Dean, you know, uh, you’ve had a good run, but uh, maybe let’s pump the brakes a little bit. I mean you’re not twenty anymore...”
Dean froze, staring at his brother. Amusement was nowhere to be seen on his face, which was quite rare. “Okay, one, the Rat Pack partied till the day they died and b, I can still kick your ass.”
“Finish your waffles, tough guy. I’m sure you have some work to do.” Y/n snickered. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll catch up with you guys later. Call me if you need me, okay?” She raised her brows as she waited for Dean to nod, then pressed a kiss to his forehead and walked out the door, waving goodbye to the brothers.
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“Hey... I came as soon as I could-” Y/n opened the door and stepped into the room, closing it behind her.
“Thank you- I-”
“My girlfriend? Really Sammy?”
He ignored his brother, whispering as quietly but frantically as he could.“Dean’s been acting weird.”
“Like Dean weird? Or...”
“No no, Dean has not been acting weird, Dean has been acting like Dean.” The man in question interjected, waving his finger around.
Sam spun back around to face Y/n, pointing to Dean. “Don’t listen to him.”
“Didn’t plan on it. ...Why is there a sticky note with the word lamp on the lamp?”
“Because Dean called it-”
“A lamp.”
“A light stick.” Sam glared at Dean.
Y/n covered her mouth, attempting to keep it contained, but to no avail; laughter poured from her lips uncontrollably. Dean seemed to find offence in it.
“Why the hell are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry bub, but... can you blame me? ‘Light stick’. Sounds like some holy shit if you ask me. Or maybe Starwars. Lightsaber?”
Sam squinted at her in confusion. He shook his head. “Not the point- listen, do you think we can do anything?”
“I’m not sure...”
“I’ll call someone, give me a minute.” Sam walked over to the other side of the room and began to pace.
The voice on the other end was inaudible to Dean and Y/n, but Sam filled in the most he could with his responses.
“Yeah, well, we need your help Rowena.”
“C’mon man, Rowena? I mean- tch- Hey!” Dean bent over into the mini-fridge, pulling out two little bottles of- “Tiny vodkas! Score!” He smiled and shook the bottles with a chuckle.
“This is serious. Look- I think Dean’s been hexed, okay? He- he’s been forgetting things... He’s not drunk!”
Dean held the empty ice-container in his arm, the lid in his other hand. “We need ice.”
Sam turned to Dean’s voice, then turned his head back around and shook his head, holding up a finger, an unspoken “one minute please”.
Y/n chortled as Dean continued to silently gesture with the lid to the container.
“What? ...I don’t know? Uh- And I’m not checking either! ....How do I break it? ...Got it.” Sam hung up, spinning back around to face the two, “Alright so- ...Dean?”
Y/n lifted her head from the lamp, her fingers toying with the sticky note. “Huh?”
“Where’d he go?”
“I- I don’t know...”
They looked toward the door, opened ajar just slightly, then back to each other. “Dean!?” Sam raced out the door.
Y/n looked back to the lamp and the yellow note between her fingers. She chuckled, remembering what Dean said. “Light stick.” More chuckles rang out before Sam’s voice brought her back to reality.
“Y/n! C’mon!”
“Right, sorry!” She raced out the door, following behind. “...Light-stick...Never calling another lamp a ‘lamp’ again.”
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tomtenadia · 3 years
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Till food do us part - Rowaelin one shot
Good evening everyone.
I am back with a quick Rowaelin oneshot. This short fic came to me last week while I was in my hotel in Inveress getting ready to check out. Once on the train back to Aberdeen I had two hours and a half and I wrote this.
It’s a simple story and  just pure undiluted Rowaelin domestic fluff. I think I had to compensate for the angst in ALB. There’s no angst, just our two lovebirds being their adorable selves. 
The title is ridiculous. It took me more time to choose it than to write the whole fic. And it’s still bad. Sorry, I hate choosing titles.
Ach well, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy.
Word count: 2.5k 
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Aelin was in the kitchen all alone, in front of her on the counter she had all the pots and pans she would require to prepare her meal. At one side she had her cooking book and on the opposite side she had lined up all the ingredients needed. 
That was meant to be a special night and she wanted everything to be perfect. And because of that she had been nervous. She was not good at cooking like her boyfriend so for her to prepare a full meal from scratch was a monumental task. She just hoped not to burn down the house. He had been teaching her slowly, starting with very simple things but that evening, no matter what she was going to cook for him.
The plan was to prepare everything a part from the dessert which she had bought from the local bakery. Although her boyfriend was not a fan of sugary stuff, the night called for dessert. 
She and Rowan had been together for five years. They worked for the same company but on different floors and departments. She was in marketing, Rowan was part of the legal team and was one of the company’s lawyers.
They had a bit of a turbulent start. They met in the cafeteria and Rowan had the bad habit of being always a bit of ahead of her in the queue and always take the last portion of the food she wanted. Far too many times she had ended up eating food she did not want because of him. She had even tried to go to lunch at a different times but the man was always there. Her own personal hell. So after a whole month of that she had decided to take matter in her own hands and slowly plan her revenge. Rowan was a creature of habit, so she spent a few weeks studying him and his routine. Aelin had learned he loved to eat alone. He had friends but the lunch hour was his time to wind down and he did not want any drama or any shop talk. That would make her plan much easier. Eventually she hatched her plan. She started swapping the content of the salt and pepper shakers or even replacing them with other stuff. Aelin had also started making his table sticky or cluttering with empty trays. He still had no idea it was her but she enjoyed watching him muttering and probably cursing whoever did that to him. She had quickly learned that the man was hard to tick off completely. She would notice some small signs of irritation but that’s all the reaction she got, so she decided it was time to go big. 
And her final plan came into existence the day the cafeteria served mac and cheese and he took the last portion from her. She was fuming. If she could not have mac and cheese so wouldn’t he. 
She waited for him to make his way back to his table and then she walked straight into him. Their trays smashing against each others and the food landing on his shirt. She had muttered a weak sorry and had fled with a grin on her face.
She had later found out that she had made him late for an important meeting and caught hell from his boss Lorcan.
Until one day he started to retaliate. Apparently, she had found out, he knew all long it was her messing with his meals.
And so a long series of pranks had begun between them, most of them taking place in the cafeteria since that was the place they used to share the most.
However, sometimes along the way, Aelin realised pranking him was not fun anymore and that pesky feelings had started to take root in her.
Until one day he showed up in her office with two portions of mac and cheese from Emrys and a peace offering. They had the lunch in the privacy of her office, they talked and she realised very quickly that he was quite a fascinating man. Also, she would have lied to herself if she had ignored the fact that the man was hotness incarnated. He was tall and had a healthy muscular build. He would always wear impeccable tailored suits which made his backside very prominent and more than once her eyes had wandered. He had the most beautiful pine green eyes and she adored his silver hair.
Soon she had to admit that she had a crush on him. And then some.
And when Rowan finally asked her out she could not believe her ears. The sexiest man in the company wanted to go out with her. So she said yes.
Fast forward five years and Aelin was now cooking for their fifth anniversary and as a joke she had put mac and cheese on the menu. It was their dish and their own joke as well.
Aelin had a look at the clock and realised she had half an hour tops before he came back home.
While preparing mac and cheese she took a sip from the glass of wine at her side. She had bought two bottles of Rowan’s favourite wine and she had started the celebrations a bit earlier.
In the oven in the meantime, the pork roast and the potatoes were cooking and she was busy checking the food that she almost missed the sound of the front door opening and closing.
“I am home,” shouted a happy voice.
“Kitchen.” She shouted back.
When she stood she saw him in leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms at his chest and a strange grin on his face “you are cooking?” He asked surprised, raising an eye brow in a question.
Aelin grabbed a glass of wine, took a step closer to him and gave it to him “Happy anniversary, buzzard.” And she went to him for a kiss he did not deny it to her.
“Oh, so you waited five years for your final revenge and win with food poisoning.” Still leaning against the doorframe he took a sip of wine and looked at her with a smirk.
Aelin just glared at him “I can cook.”
“Aelin, I love you, but cooking is definitely not your strongest asset.”
She waved her wooden spoon in his face “I’ll show you.”
Rowan chuckled happily and stooped for a kiss “happy anniversary, menace.”
Aelin moved another step in his direction “now go,” and she patted his chest “get changed and let me finish.”
Half an hour later the dining table was all set, with some candles on to set the romantic mood and a new bottle of win in the middle. Everything looked perfect and she was chuffed.
“This looks lovely,” his voice reached her as he re entered the room and his arms wound around her waist.
“I hope it’s good as well.” She said while pulling back from the embrace and pushing him to his seat. 
“Let me help,” he offered but Aelin pushed him again.
“No, just sit down.”
Quickly she went to get the appetisers: she had prepared raw smoked salmon on oatcakes with cream cheese and chives. They had that at a party and they loved it and realised it was something easy to make and almost impossible for her to mess it up. The only thing she had to do was to assemble the ingredients in a nice display.
Rowan in the meantime poured some wine for both and made happy noises at the wine.
“Fancy,” he added, commenting on the appetiser.
“Easy mostly. I took inspiration from the last party we went to.”
Rowan took one of the oatcakes and she relaxed when she saw him smile. Oh well, at least if the rest of the meal was a disaster they could eat oatcakes and salmon.
“Did you have a good day at work?” She asked, she had a day off and she hadn’t seen him since the morning when he left for work.
“It’s the end of the month and as you can imagine Lorcan has been his unpleasant self.”
“I need these reports on the desk by the end of yesterday?” She said, imitating the man’s voice.
Rowan chuckled and took another oatcake “that’s the gist.”
Once the appetisers were over, Aelin stood and went to get the next course. That was the surprise and the dish that meant the most.
She brought the oven dish to the dining table.
“You made mac and cheese.” Rowan’s tone was full of love.
“I did.” She took his plate and was ready to serve him his portion. It looked great and for a moment she had hoped. The recipe was for the baked version and the crust at the top looked golden and crunchy. Then she dipped the spatula to cut it and terror took her. It was runny. 
“No, no, no, no, no…” she panicked.
“What happened?” Rowan stood and moved at her side.
“It happened that I should not be allowed to cook.” She sat on the chair and sniffled.
“I am sure it’s not that bad…”
“Ro,” Aelin almost shouted in frustration at his tone “you can drink it with a straw, mac and cheese is supposed to be creamy.”
He looked over “I think you put too much milk,” and with his hand he brushed her lower back in support.
Aelin started sobbing “I messed up the main dish. It was meant to be like the one we shared in my office.”
Rowan was about to reply when he smelled smoke “is something burning?”
“Holy fuck,” Aelin stood abruptly and ran to the kitchen and when she opened the oven a cloud of smoke engulfed her. The roast and the potatoes where charcoal. She sat dejected in front of the oven  and Rowan joined and sat at her side “you have the most useless girlfriend ever.”  
He brushed her hair off her face “ I do not.” A gentle kiss on her lips “my girl is brilliant, fearless, intelligent and very, very hot.” She gave him a wet chuckle. Gods, she loved him.
“I ruined our anniversary.”
Rowan stood and offered her his hand “you did not.” She took it and stood in front of him.
“We are going to Emrys, he does some amazing mac and cheese.”
“Fine,” she conceded.
Rowan cupped her face, refusing to let her be sad. He knew Aelin was not good at cooking and he had tried to teach her but once on her own she seemed to struggle. 
But as the boyfriend madly in love with her he was more than happy to cook for both, everyday, forever.
Aelin did not seem convinced and still pouted at her mess. Rowan noticed that and cupped her face in his hand and kissed het tenderly “Hey, it was a lovely gesture and I am proud of you.” He took her hand in his, “now let’s go.”
They got changed and not long after they were walking to Emrys. Rowan’s arm on around her shoulder.
Aelin looked up at him and noticed a strange light in his eyes and a small grin. Whatever it was, he did not seem bothered by her fiasco.
Once they reached Emrys froze and cursed the evening that was turning into pure hell “it’s Monday, they are close. We are two idiots.” But all Rowan did was to push her toward the front door.
“Ro, they are closed.”
“Shush,” he said gently placing his hand on her lower back.
A moment later Emrys’ smiling face appeared on the door “hello Rowan, come in, it’s all ready.” Said the man stepping aside to let them in.
Aelin was stunned. speechless. He had an evening planned.
She turned to him “did you know I was going to mess up so you had a plan b?” Her tone full with irritation at his lack of trust in her.
Rowan looked at her, his eyes dancing with mirth “I didn’t even know you were going to cook. I booked all of this over a week ago.” He told her “I knew our anniversary would fall on a Monday, so I asked Emrys and Malakai if it was okay to use the place for our dinner.”
She stood on her tiptoes “I love you.” And kissed him. Rowan took her hand and walked inside the main room of the restaurant and Aelin again was stunned. The whole room had been decorated with white fairy lights, the table had candles and there were kingsflames in a vase as well.
“Happy anniversary, Fireheart.” And pulled her to his chest “I hope you’ll love this.”
“It’s perfect,” she said to him, feeling teary.
They sat down and Malakai brought wine “Emrys is just finishing up the last few things, it should not be too long.” Explained the man while pouring the wine.
He came back a moment later and brought back freshly baked pitta bread and hummus “just as a starter.”
Aelin attacked the appetisers, realising she was starving.
Once the appetiser was out of the way Rowan took her hand.
“I am glad I burned dinner, this is so much better.”
They had gone to Emrys for their first date which turned out to be their favourite restaurant and slowly their weekly dinner treat. It had become their place pretty quickly.
She was talking to Rowan when she noticed Emrys walking to them with a large oven dish and when Aelin looked, she saw mac and cheese. And it looked incredible.
“Of course,” said Rowan at her expression and poured more wine. It was a good thing they walked. Emrys plated their dinner and then walked away with a Cheshire cat grin.
“Go on, tuck in,” Rowan said to her once he noticed her eager expression.
Aelin did so and almost moaned savagely. It was divine.
After a few bites Rowan put the fork down and took her hand again, brushing his thumb on the top of it “thank you for walking into me that day in the cafeteria.” He told her, his green eyes on her “I know we had our ups and downs but these five years with you have been incredible.” He stood and took her hand inviting her to follow him. She stood with him and Rowan pulled Aelin to his chest. She wanted to complain she was eating, but whatever he was doing it seemed important.
Violin music spread in the room and Aelin recognised one of her favourite pieces of classical music. He swayed gently as if to dance, placed her hand on his shoulder and held her, his hand on her lower back.
“And I hope we’ll have many more together.” Aelin looked up at him and nodded, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. He kissed her with passion and then he pulled back a little “Aelin, my fireheart, will you do me the honour of joining me in the next adventure of our life and become my wife?”
Aelin sobbed loudly “only if you promise to keep cooking for me.”
Rowan laughed “Always.”
She threw her arms around his neck “yes, yes I will marry you.”
Rowan placed the ring on her finger then lifted her in his arms and kissed her. 
He would cook for her, make her happy until his last day.
To whatever end.
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antiloreolympus · 2 years
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10 Anti LO Asks
1. can i just get ANY recs for a hxp story where hades and demeter are actually nice to each other and persephone's relationship to her isnt demonized? i dont care if its a one shot fanfic, ill take anything at this point.
2. idk why but the floating crowns is such a silly idea. if it was an aureole effect thatd be one thing and make mythology sense, but its a physical item that just floats there? like is it like the sims plumbob, why is it floating.
3. is it just me or does everyone in LO seems awfully stiff now? I'm not going to pretend the art was perfect earlier on but at least it seemed like they all moved pretty normally, but now they all seem so awkwardly positioned and rigid, like cheap paper dolls over actually living in the world they're in. its kinda odd looking.
4. So when Hades yelled at Zeus and pulled his tie all I could think was, "Wasn't Hadess violent behavior on Persephone's behalf supposed to be a flaw?" Wasn't the whole arc with the photographer whose eye he ripped out meant to be a step in Hades not being violent when he perceived Persephone as in danger. Zeus didn't even raise his voice he just asked a question. Him intimidating Thanatos only made it worse. Couldn't he have pulled out a chair himself or asked a bailiff.
5. lo persephone is basically pink diamond from steven universe. she's a spoiled, pink brat who acts like a child and feels entitled to so much because of their high status, has everyone instantly fall for them, anyone against them is evil unless they bend to her wants, is the most overpowered and rare being, is considered the most beautiful/amazing, and is never held accountable because they "had good intentions" and "didn't mean it". theyre both even excused for how much death theyve caused!
6. what i dont get is the stans say "its just a silly story dont look so into it 🙄" and its like?? bc rachel is trying to make it a deep story with overarching plots with stakes with world building and characters arcs with the fans claiming as such??? yet shes not doing any of that well?? so the fans want us to take it seriously as this deep, thought-provoking piece demanding respect, but at the same time says we cant discuss it and its not that serious so dont critique it? which one is it then?
7. I don't know why Zeus is being treated as the bad guy for suspecting that Persephone might have ulterior motives. He's already worried that she might be a fertility goddess,  and after the act of wrath he also doesn't know what else she could be hiding. And besides, he has good reason to be paranoid: both his father and grandfather were overthrown so that fear is obviously going to always be on his mind.
8. even rachel herself say "you have to hold all your criticism until LO is over" and first off that wont be for another 5 years at the glacial pace she drags everything out, but it doesnt matter if LO has the greatest ending ever (which it wont) that wont correct every awful writing and art choice made before then. plus we know even once its done theyll still say criticism isnt valid with more excuses. They just dont want criticism, period. It's so pretentious to think critique is premature.
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9. Fp spoilers
I hate how filler is just…happening??? Like now we have to “wait 2 days” till the next trail arc mess and it just goes to drama/fluff and I’m like??? Are you kidding me?!
Like Demeter is still chained and Persephone is going with hades gods know where and like it makes me angry because it should be the opposite. Persephone should be with cuffs and seen as more of a threat than Demeter because she legit did the crimes! Jesus! Like let’s go onto day 2 and get to the chase! We do not need filler in here! 
10. Nitpicky fast pass spoiler for 182: Loukoumi/Turkish Delight wasn’t a common treat in Ancient Greece, it was popularized in the 19th century. Why the hell is Persephone talking about it in 182?? There are more appropriate desserts/sweets for her to receive like; any kind of fruit that isn’t pomegranate, melomakarona (honey cookies), amygdalota (almond cakes/cookies) even baklava. But alas, I’m giving RS too much credit and being too optimistic to think she’d actually do research
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Fake It... Till You Make It | Epilogue/Prologue
Fake It | The Masterlist
Warnings | 3.1k // 18+ SMUT , mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff 
Summary //  Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.
A/N // This is the epilogue of Fake It and the Prologue to Till You make it. This should hopefully set up the story of Till You Make It perfectly; tying the two series together. If you haven’t yet read Fake It, the masterlist for the series is linked above for ease <333 Thank you to everyone who has supported this little adventure of mine <3
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It had been two weeks since you'd left the house. Now living permanently with George in the house you were yet to fill with all the things that made it you. Lying in bed as your thoughts raced, taking you back to that pain over and over every time you shut your eyes. George had been perfect, he was there for you every night as you curled into his side, trying to push back all of the negative feelings as you sobbed into his chest. 
Every time George looked at you, guilt washed over him. It wasn't just once but twice now that he was not there to protect you when you needed him the most, his childhood promise to you falling just short of the mark because he let you down. Part of him felt like a failure until he remembered that he was the one who helped you heal the first time and he would be the one to make you feel like yourself again this time. 
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I promised to and I let you down again." 
"What do you think you're doing now, Silly? You protect me every day."
It killed George to see you as the shell of who you once were, seeing that vulnerable, glazed over gaze into nothingness once again. He knew that your healing would take time and that all you needed from him was his presence, his hold and his kisses. He didn't dare push you or bring anything up that was too much to handle - he simply cared for you as best he could. George however, did a fantastic job at juggling his time, between looking after you and taking full control of the shop while Fred healed too, he began to grow stressed. It was something you noticed in the way his back muscles tensed and in the way he walked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. 
You pulled yourself from bed, knowing that he was due home soon, taking your initiative for the first time since the incident, to do something nice for him. You walked into your bathroom, putting the plug in the bathtub before beginning to fill it. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, seeing sunken eyes, dishevelled hair and a broken smile staring back at you - How could George continue to love you when you looked like this? Tears threatened to fall as your eyes welled up, you tried your best to hold them back but now you were choking back sobs as you stared at your reflection. 
When George arrived home all he heard were cracking sobs and the sound of running water, he noticed you weren't in the bed and ran into the bathroom to see you hunched over the counter as you cried. He turned the tap off for you before standing behind you. 
"Hey, hey… No tears, Princess, I'm here now." George had pulled you into his arms, your head buried in his chest as you continued to sob, your arms weakly hanging around his hips as you felt your heart squeeze again. 
"I don't know how you could still love me when I look like this." You were looking up at him now, his eyes were warm and comforting as his hand ran up and down your back to soothe you. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead to comfort you as he spoke. 
"Jesus, Y/N, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, you are my slice of heaven on earth and I'll love you every single day of my life." His hand reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear before leaning down to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss. His kiss leaving you breathless. This was the first time that your kiss had been more than just a peck goodbye in what feels like forever. Being Intimate with George was a feeling that you both craved and missed but it wasn't something he wanted to push you into doing, not until you were ready to let him back in. 
You had convinced George that you were ready to head back out into the world. It was a foreign feeling for the both of you as you walked hand in hand through Diagon Alley. You were proud to be holding on to him, finally able to tell everyone that you were his girl. The press had caught sight of you as you arrived together at the Joke shop, snapping away as you noticed that a new shop was opening on the street as people helped cart in huge boxes and beautiful ornate decorative items into the empty space. George caught your gaze and filled you in on the latest gossip among shop owners. 
"It's a new dress Boutique, she's moved back down to London - Lee's friend… I can't remember her name but she was the Hufflepuff Prefect in our year, you know who I mean?" You nodded, looking over your shoulder to see the girl in question her hair pulled back by a piece of ribbon and you immediately remembered her. 
"That shop has been vacant for ages, It'll be nice seeing a new business here." You responded, with a smile spreading across your lips, stopping the boy before he went to open the door, pulling him in for a kiss. The report on Cherry's death and the inquest into her fixation on ruining your life had hit the Daily Prophet the week prior - leaving you free to explore the more public aspects of your relationship with George. With there now being no worry about being caught or recognised, all you wanted to do was kiss your boyfriend out in the open, so you did. 
You slowly got back into Quidditch, attending more practices and eventually friendly games. The papers, the fans and your team were all grateful to have you back, and frankly you were glad to be back. You used quidditch as a way of channelling your aggression and anger; you were at your peak performance and had absolutely smashed the record for the fastest snitch capture in history. 
You had just sort of felt like maybe life was getting back to normal and you started visiting George's family home more often. You were sat in the burrow's kitchen with Molly, talking about the stupid things your boyfriend does, and as you found out, in fact has been doing since his childhood, as if his ears were hot, he came running in, smirk plastered on his face. 
"Fancy joining us for a quidditch game?" You smiled at your boyfriend who was leaning with both hands on the table next to you. You reached up to place your hand on his jaw, thumb running over the apple of his cheek. 
"Come on then, I want to be your team though Georgie." Your boyfriend blushed at your words and actions combined, even though you had been together for so long, the public aspect of being so openly affectionate with each other felt like new, bringing a whole new honeymoon period into your relationship once more. 
The teams were simple. You, George and Fred on one team and Harry, Ginny and Ron on the other while Hermione and Lee watched on from the side-lines. 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present; the golden snitch." George beams, holding it up for all to see. 
"We only have teams of three, George, having a Seeker won't work." Ron chimed, only to receive a glare and elbow to the ribs from Ginny who nodded towards the snitch. 
"Y/N and Gin are the seekers for today, no beaters just chasers and keepers." You smiled up at your boyfriend, who sent you a wink. Being able to catch the snitch should be a walk in the park for you, even after your months away from the game. The six person game was intense, Ginny did put up a fight for the snitch and you weren't even keeping track of the score. The moment your fingertips wrapped around the flitting snitch, you were flying back to the ground, Cheering as George joined you, picking you up and spinning around. 
You hadn't even noticed the mechanical openings of the snitch until you looked back down at it in your hands. You noticed that inside lay a beautiful princess cut diamond ring, when you pulled it from the hold turning around to question George, he was already on one knee. You felt all of the butterflies in your stomach threaten to spill out, the feeling of being surrounded by your closest friends in that moment filled you with joy.
"Y/N, without you I wouldn't be half the man I am today. You have taught me to be strong, to push through when times are tough and more importantly you taught me how love feels - how it's scary and messy but pure. I've never known that I've wanted to do something so quickly as knowing that I wanted to marry you. This is my promise of forever to you, no matter what. So my love, will you marry me?"
You were nodding before the words ‘yes’ could leave your lips, his hands found the ring to slip it on your left ring finger, before smiling up at you. This was the most romantic way George could have proposed, doing something you love and in front of your closest friends and family. The way he kissed you after that was so full of passion and pure unmovable love that you weren't sure how you got so lucky. 
When you arrived home that evening you truly felt the ache between your thighs for the man you would soon be calling your Husband. You practically jumped into his arms the minute you were in your shared home, legs wrapped around his hips and lips pressed firmly against his as your hands tangled into his hair. The fire of nearly seven years of love was roaring wild inside of you, the high of the engagement making you more confident than ever before. 
"I'm ready, George." The simple words made any of his inhibitions melt away. He swore blind to you that he wouldn't even push intimacy until you were truly ready again. He was a gentleman about it, not even faltering when you pushed him away some months ago; too soon for you. He always made sure that when he kissed you that he didn't get carried away and kept it within himself to check and make sure you were comfortable. 
It wasn't long until you were pressed between your comfortable sheets and your Fiancé's strong body. His hair hanging in his eyes, prompting you to run your fingers through his soft locks and push it out of his face before pulling him in for another kiss, mumbling small soft breaths of 'i love you' every time your lips parted. George took his time in undressing you, making sure that he kissed every inch of exposed skin as he explored the body he knew all too well. This was far from the sex with George that you had grown accustomed to; desperate and fast in fear of getting caught, but now with nobody to catch you or disturb you, you already felt in heaven. 
George's lips travelled down your body, fingers tugging down your underwear in the process until his lips met where you craved them most. The second his tongue was lapping at your clit, pleasure rushed all through you, hand immediately finding his hair once again, only this time you gave it a tug. The way he hummed against your cunt as his tongue darted in and out of you had you on the edge of your release in minutes. His words of encouragement pushed you over, coming undone with just his tongue. 
"That's it, good girl, I've got you." His fingers found your clit, circling over the sensitive bud as you came for him, your eyes were locked together as you reached to pull his shirt over his head, showing you his toned chest with a smirk. You were going to sit up and pull him free, but his hand on your shoulder held you to the bed. 
"I won't break, George, I can touch you without breaking." He nodded, pulling himself down to kiss you again, your hands found his cock quickly, pulling him from the confines of his joggers without enough time for him to protest, your hand wrapping around his length as you used your hands to get him off. You pushed him up and off the bed so that he was standing before sinking to your knees before him. You took as much of him as you could, even down your throat as you gagged for him, knowing it's a sound that sets off something inside him. He was restraining himself from fucking your mouth like he loved to do and despite your eyes begging him to, he pulled himself away, pulling you up by the chin to press your lips together. 
Being completely naked together with George didn’t happen often, but now as your two naked bodies were pressed skin to skin with each other, you had never felt more intimate. He had sheathed himself fully inside you, the tip of his cock pressed right to the back of you, each slow thrust had you moaning out long chants of his name. Your hands were interlaced and foreheads pressed together as he showed you just how much you meant to him; love pouring from every deep thrust as he fucked you slowly into the sheets. You didn't think he could get any deeper until you felt him in your stomach, reaching every intimate area. 
"Can you feel how deep I am, Princess? Does it feel good?" you were nodding quickly, a moaning mess beneath him. The only words you managed to stutter out were his name and please, begging for more of him. You loved hearing him moan, hell, it was such a godly sound you were sure that you were the luckiest girl in the world to be able to hear them. 
His hips hit a different angle, stretching you out perfectly as he filled you to the hilt once again, completely bottomed out as your thrust met each others. You weren't sure how many times he'd made you cum but you were ready to release for him all over again. Your lips found his ear, pressing delicate kisses to the lobe as you begged him, moaning breathlessly into his ear. 
"Please George, I need it." Your hands were guiding his to press against your throat, he gulped, unsure if you were ready but when he met your pleading eyes, he gave in, his deep sloppy thrusts turned to a quick, needy fuck like you were both used to. Leaving you a moaning mess for him as he fucked you senseless into your sheets, until you were squeezing around him and your nails were raking down his back. George would give you everything you wanted if you gave him the opportunity. You felt another orgasm build from the way his hand alone would control your breathing, let alone how deep he was hitting with every quick thrust. 
"You want me to fuck a baby into you, Princess?" his gentle words sent you over the edge as you felt him twitching inside of you. He didn't care that you were on birth control, it was the notion of releasing his load deep inside you alone that made his heart swell. His persuasive words had you begging for it, you needed him to cum. 
You were both breathing heavily as you lay side by side, your head on his chest as you studied the rise and fall, tracing circles on the exposed skin when you noticed the shiny diamond gleaming on your finger; a smile immediately finding your lips. Solace found you in that moment, there was no more hiding the love that you had with George, no more faking a love you didn’t feel with Fred, no Cherry - finally happy in a moment shared between you and the man you loved. Your Forever. 
Fred through all this time had been watching George plan the proposal from the background, painting a fake smile across his face for every social appearance. The older twin did a brilliant job at convincing everyone around him that he was fine, simply shaken up by the trial, but nevertheless fine. Every day he would wake up with salty tears dried to his cheeks, his throat dry and hoarse, trying his best to smile and get on with his day. Fred has been consumed to a shell of who he used to be, with nobody to help him deal with his emotions.
Every now and again he’d show up at the burrow, his mother taking him into her arms as he choked down tears. He felt like a child that couldn’t be consoled, not even a hug or the greatest food could fill the hole in his heart he felt watching the woman he loved be proposed to by his twin brother; to see you so infatuated with one another that every touch and look he would observe tugged at his heart strings, the pain only becoming less and less severe as he dove into a pit of his own despair.
Nobody had seen the older twin in weeks; therapy sessions missed, calls and messages went nowhere, George would come up to check on him every day after the store closed, he noticed things would go untouched for days on end as he locked himself in his room. Behind the door Fred would be curled up under the covers, realising what he’d done couldn’t ever leave him. He had killed Cherry and she was no longer here, so why did she still continue to plague his every thought?
“Freddie nobody has seen you since we went to mum’s, I- we’re worried.” George was pleading with his brother from behind the door, he heard the hurt in his twin’s voice and immediately felt as if he had let his family down, that sinking feeling in his heart growing stronger. 
“It’s Mine and Y/N’s engagement party this weekend, you don’t have to come but… It’ll be good to see you Fred. I miss you, Lee misses you, Y/N misses you. We all do. Just think about it.” Fred heard his brother’s footsteps grow quieter and the front door slam shut. The word engagement singed his heart, like whatever cord was wrapped around the organ had been pulled tighter. He knew that If he didn’t go he would be missing a massive part of George’s life and that feeling hurt him way more than any broken heart could. He was going, even if it broke his heart. 
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