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bellafragolina · 2 years

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[I know you've said you're not Pagan, but I am and I hope you can enjoy this work anyway. Thanks for reading my writing! --Ingo anon]

Darkness met Ingo as he opened the front door, announcing his return from work. As his eyes adjusted, he realized it wasn't true darkness, but rather the dim of candlelight as compared to the usual illumination of light bulbs. “Ah,” he thought, “I had forgotten. Today is Yule.” He commenced with his routine of hanging up his coat and taking off his shoes, albeit slightly slower than usual to account for the decreased amount of light to see by; he didn't want to miss the coat rack or trip on his own feet. “Garnet, my love!” He called, knowing his husband was somewhere in the house. His lips curled slightly up at the edges as he heard a call in reply, followed by the approach of his beloved. Customary kisses were exchanged between the two before a comfortable silence fell. Ingo couldn't help but admire the way the gently flickering candlelight played across his dearest one's face. Garnet felt the same way as he rested his head against Ingo's shoulder. “I had forgotten what day it was until I walked in the door. What's that incense I smell you burning?” Ingo asked, taking Garnet's hand in his own. “Frankincense. For purification,” Garnet responded, a tranquil smile on his face. Ingo's interest and understanding in Garnet's religious practice did his heart good. As he absent-mindedly stroked Ingo's arm, he thought back to years past when the subject of his religion was first discussed. “What are you up to today, my love?” Ingo inquired via text, a part of the couple's daily routine. “I just had an important victory at work!” Garnet replied, followed with emojis depicting excitement. “Bravo! I would expect nothing less from you! What manner of victory have you achieved?” came Ingo's response. Garnet paused, frowning at himself for putting himself in an awkward position via his own exuberance. The victory would be difficult to explain without getting into uncomfortable territory for him. “Well,” he thought, “This is Ingo. At this point, I doubt he'd judge me harshly for it, and he deserves to know.” The thought did not make the concept any less nerve-wracking, however. Garnet took a breath and finally responded. “I got my boss to agree to give me the 21st of December off work. Of course, I had to agree to work on Christmas day in exchange, but since Christmas isn't really my thing I don't mind much. Plus I get extra pay for working on Christmas! More gift money!” He attached more emojis at the end of the text, mostly to cover up his nerves and try to make the conversation more casual. Practically biting his nails, Garnet waited for Ingo's response. He did not have to wait long. “Bravo, again! But I am curious, what is so special about the 21st that you would make such a trade for it?” Garnet sighed. Ingo was so perceptive, it was hard to hide anything from him. It was one of the many things he loved about the man, but it also made white lies and secrets difficult. Still, he made this bed and he was gonna have to lay in it. “The 21st is Yule. A Pagan holiday.” Garnet did not elaborate any further. His religion was a touchy subject and he had suffered through enough experiences of ridicule and people refusing to take him seriously. He used to enjoy talking about it, but he had learned to be more guarded about his faith.

Ingo did not answer right away. He did not answer for a painstakingly long time. Garnet bit his lip with worry as anxious thoughts flew through his head. “He won't understand you,” said one. “He's going to try to change your mind about it.” said another. “He'll leave you. He'll hurt you,” whispered yet another self-sabotaging thought. Garnet let out a groan and got to his feet, bundling up and heading out the door for a walk to clear his head.

Ingo, for his part, gazed down at the text message he'd just received. “Hmm,” he murmured to himself. He saw words he didn't recognize. Ever a curious soul and avid learner, he turned to Smoogle (Smoochum Google) for answers. Articles about Paganism and the holidays associated with it presented themselves before him. His eyes scrolled quickly across his screen, absorbing as much information as he could. Distractible as he could be, Ingo became so engrossed in his newfound education that he entirely forgot to return his partner's text. By the time he remembered, the sun was hovering low in the winter sky. “My apologies for my tardy response, dear. I got caught up in researching this Yule of which you speak. I am glad you were able to acquire the day off work. If you would like, may I come over to visit you on that night if you have no other plans?” Ingo bit his lip, awaiting a response. The two of them were early on in their relationship, only a handful of months in. Any chance to spend time with Garnet was one Ingo would seize, albeit with no small amount of nervousness. Garnet blew back into his home with a gust of snowy wind accompanying him. He shivered as he removed his coat and protective layers. He wasn't terribly tolerant of the cold, but his ruminating thoughts had driven him out. As he settled back in, he let his Vulpix out of her Pokeball and held her close to enjoy her warmth. The man blinked and then laughed as his other five Pokemon all released themselves from their Pokeballs at once, crowding him jealously and vying for his affection. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Pets for Jolteon,” he announced, scratching his friend under the chin and moving on to the next. “Pets for Altaria, for Eevee, for Bulbasaur, for Raichu.”

After all of his Pokemon were satisfied, his Raichu left the room and came back holding Garnet's phone. “Oh, thanks buddy!” He said with a smile, taking it from her. That's how he came to read Ingo's response. His worry gave way to pleasant surprise, which in turn gave way to rapidly deepening affection. Ingo made an effort to understand him. He didn't appear to want to change his mind about his faith. He wasn't going to leave or hurt him. Bolstered by this knowledge, Garnet texted him back right away to invite him to spend Yule together. His heart pounded in his chest. “He might be the one.” Light met Ingo as he was hurried into Garnet's apartment to escape the cold. Candlelight, specifically. Each room had multiple candles of varying sizes, shapes, and colors spread across nearly every surface. Ingo tilted his head. Was this one of Garnet's religious traditions? He turned to his boyfriend to ask, but before he could even open his mouth, Garnet was rambling out an explanation. “It's uh...A Pagan thing. Like, this is the darkest and shortest day of the year, so I like to fill the house with candlelight and leave the electric lights off. It reminds me of how our ancestors lit their homes during the dark part of the year; it keeps me in touch with the cycle of seasons. That's...Something that's important to me...I mean, I don't really like to talk about it with people who aren't Pagan because they seem to not understand and think that there's something wrong with me or that I need to be converted or...” Garnet trailed off, beginning to blush in embarrassment due to his ramblings. He risked a glance at Ingo, worried that he'd think him a fool. Ingo merely peered at his partner, eyebrows furrowed as he digested all the information he had just received. After a lengthy pause, he spoke. “Thank you for sharing this with me, my love. Every new thing I learn about you is a new thing to love. I'm sorry you've been made to feel judged for your religious beliefs, but please do not fear that from me, as I am determined not to treat you that way.” He nodded sagely, eyes closed in thought. When he opened them, he did not expect the sight that greeted him: Garnet in tears. Ingo sucked in a sharp breath and gingerly reached out to grasp his boyfriend by the shoulder, then thought better of it. “I-I'm sorry if I have taken off down a wrong track. I merely meant--” He cut off as Garnet threw himself into Ingo's arms, burying his head in the crook of his neck. “Thank you,” were the only words Garnet could force out as he wept quietly in relief. Ingo wrapped his arms tight around Garnet, whispering soft assurances and rocking him gently to and fro.

As the well of Garnet's tears dried, the two stepped away from each other and regarded one another with love. “So...” Ingo murmured. “Can you tell me more about what this holiday means to you? I did some research, but I would like to hear it from you.” Garnet grinned joyously and began to explain. Ingo's eyes softened as he listened to his boyfriend ramble about a topic he was so passionate about. “He might be the one,” he thought. “Do you need any help lighting candles, or did you get all of them?” Ingo's question broke Garnet out of his reverie. “No thank you, my love, I lit them all,” he responded, treating his husband to a sweet peck on the cheek. “I did my ritual before you got home, so I'm yours for the rest of the evening.” Ingo smiled at that, the words as good as music to his ears. “I'm honored to spend the longest night by your side,” he murmured earnestly in his beloved's ear. “And it will be my honor to wake up next to you tomorrow and greet the growing days,” Garnet grinned and whispered back. The two shared a kiss that spoke volumes of their appreciation, love, and deep understanding as the candlelight flickered playfully across their forms.

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okay, to start aejfaejfaweij smoogle

now that i'm done giggling, this is so sweet!! yule is a beautiful holiday tradition, and even though i'm not pagan myself, i think it's beautiful, and i'm so happy to be able to learn more about paganism through your beautiful work!!

lovely lovely lovely!!

~Renee

#submission #ingo anon #i would die for garnet #OC Garnet

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 6

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive conversations, fluff, fingering, soft smut

A/N: A little treat for the horndogs <3

"O-oh god! It's too big Nev, 's not gonna...c-can't-"

"Oh It's going to fit, don't worry pretty girl. Daddy's gonna fuck you so good. You want that, don't you baby?" He asked, cooing as she nodded frantically, tongue lulled out the side of her mouth. Neville had barely gotten past the tip before she began whining, crying about how big he was. He couldn’t help but lose control, shoving himself deep inside her, pistoning his hips at an ungodly pace. His eyes lingered on her chest, entranced by the hypnotic sway that they had due to his thrust. Pinning her hands to the bed, their eyes locked in an intense moment.

“O-oh fuck princess, you’re so tight. You gonna cum? Hm? Gonna make a-”

“Nev?” he snapped up, a heavy gasp leaving his lips as looked to his side. (Y/n) sat there, a confused look on her face. “Are you alright? I think you were having a nightmare. You kept making a bunch of noises in your sleep!” he felt his face flush, clearing his throat as he looked away from her. His heart began to race as she climbed into his lap, turning his face towards hers. He looked at her, hoping his nerves weren't clear on his face. Due to the snickers he heard in the background, he was certain it was obvious to just about everyone but her what the issue was.

“Hey um, petal, you might wanna move.” he whispered to her, trying to keep her hips from his troubled area.

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head once more as she moved back. Her eyes widened at the newfound breeze on her rear due to her skirt being lifted up. Not sure of what the cause was she moved back slightly, gasping at the feeling of something hard and long against her ass. Suddenly it all set in, he was- “O-oh. I’m sorry Nev.” she squeaked, quickly hopping from his lap. She smoothed down her skirt, clearing her throat as she eyed everyone in the room awkwardly. While the pair seemed flustered, the team couldn’t get enough of the interaction.

“Well I guess it’s clear why you’re the boss now.” Fred said, laughing as he motioned to the large tent in the man’s pants. George gave him a low five, joining him in his laughter as Neville glared at them all. Who were they to make him feel embarrassed? Standing up he adjusted the tent in his pants but despite his efforts, his dick was still prominent through his slacks.

“Poor (Y/n). She’s not gonna live to see another day after that thi-”

“Would you lot quit it?! When the fuck are we landing?” Neville growled at the bunch, causing the laughter to cease. Everyone knew what it was like to deal with an enraged Neville and that was the last thing they wanted. If the plane hadn't already landed, he’d shoot it right out the sky.

“We’ve actually just landed, boss. I was going to tell you before this little…situation that just occurred. Your bags have already been brought to the villa to ensure we have maximum time to scope out the museum.” Harrison said, giving the man a nod. He hummed, giving him a nod. “In the meantime, the city is yours to roam girls. We’ll be sending two men with you for your safety.” he snapped his fingers and two tall men appeared, their scary appearance paired with “tourist” clothing. What was supposed to be a disguise was just a funny sight of two muscle heads in brightly colored floral shirts. The (h/c) haired girl walked over to the leader, tugging on his sleeve some. He looked down at her, face softening at the pout on her face.

“Will we be able to spend some time together eventually? I know this is technically a work trip for you but I-I’d really like to spend time with you.” she said, making his heart melt. She never failed to make his heart burst, unreasonably cute without even trying. He had already planned on making time for her but now it wasn’t just something on his list, but his main priority. Stroking her cheek gently he put a soft kiss on her forehead.

“ ‘Course petal. In the meantime,” he leaned down sucking on the skin below her ear as he let out a chuckle, “Why don’t you go buy yourself something pretty for me?” her eyes widened but she nodded regardless, looking at him with a shocked expression as he pulled away. Before she could respond Twyla began to drag her, yanking her down the stairs of the jet.

“Come on babes! We’ve got some shopping to do.”

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“Was it really necessary to send them with us?” (Y/n) whispered, looking over her shoulder at the two large men that had been following them from a distance. “I mean, everyone’s looking!” she hissed, pointing to a group of people that were pointing and whispering to them. Twyla shrugged, a subtle skip to her walk.

“Just means we look important! You worry too much, babes. We’re on an expense paid trip to Italy and we don’t have to pay for any of these clothes? There could literally be an angry mob after us and that still wouldn’t kill my mood!” she sighed, still noticing the girl’s tense mood. “Plus, Neville would want you to enjoy yourself. Speaking of him…” she grabbed the girl’s hand, walking into the lingerie store on the left. She looked at her confused.

“Why are we here? Nev already bought me underwear.” she asked, following Twyla as she began to grab different sets off the racks. Another layer of confusion was added on when she noticed that she wasn’t grabbing her own size. Twyla let out a snort, throwing the small pile that she had somehow amassed into her arms.

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’re telling me after today’s little ordeal that you haven’t noticed? Your hottie has definitely been thinking of banging your brains out.” she said, giggling at the girl’s bashful expression. “I’m only telling the truth! And judging by your reactions, you’ve been thinking about it too.” she pondered her words for a moment. It wasn’t not not true. She most certainly had thought about Neville in more unsavory ways. Even before their reuniting, (Y/n) always thought about him as she attempted to get herself off, imagining they were his hands touching her bringing her to a well deserved climax. However anytime she’d get close, she’d become overwhelmed with the thought that what she had been doing was shameful. Masturbating to her old crush from school? What could be more dirty?

“I-I guess I have thought about it once or twice..” she admitted. “B-but I don’t have the balls to just walk out in something like this! What if he laughs at me?” Twyla gawked at the girl, blinking repeatedly. She could not believe her ears.

“Are you kidding me?! The only sound that will be leaving that man’s mouth is the sound of him telling you to get on your knees.” she responded, turning back around to look through the racks for more. “Plus, it’s not like you have to pounce on the man. All I’m saying is wait for the right time, maybe after a nice dinner or something then boom, whip out the goods. You’ve got everything to gain and nothing to lose. If that’s all then let’s check out then go get massages! I’m making you pamper yourself this trip. Merlin knows you need a break.”

(Y/n) was thankful for Twyla’s pep talk knowing the blonde was right. Neville would like anything she did; it was just a matter of when she should do it.

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And pampering they had done. (Y/n) and Twyla had been to just about every ritzy spot Italy had to offer them. After their shopping trip, the taller girl had taken them to get massages. It was funny how the masseuse instantly knew it was her first time from the abundance of knots in her back and when the man was done? She was most certainly an inch taller! They also had gone for manicures (despite having done that a few days ago..). Being bold she decided to get a set out of her comfort zone which she was beyond satisfied with. But the hot Italian sun combined with all the running around had tired her out, resulting in the driver bringing them to the villa.

The villa wasn’t as big as Neville’s second manor but was still insanely big. After the bodyguard had carried her bags to her room for her, she climbed into the brand new silk robe she had gotten, laying on the bed drinking the smoothie the maid had gotten for her. It was nice, just being able to relax. Throughout her years of working, (Y/n) rarely took off days. A lot of the time she’d even cover shifts for employees that couldn’t make it and even when the bakery was closed she would come in, fixing things up and tidying up mindlessly. Numerous times Twyla had caught the girl there when she wasn’t supposed to be and forced her to go home out of concern for her health.

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the bedroom door opening, widening with enthusiasm as she saw the tattooed man in the doorway, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Hopping up she ran over to him, jumping into his arms which he gladly accepted, holding her tightly. “I missed you.”

He smiled, setting the flowers down to hold her better before placing a soft peck to her lips. “I missed you too, love. I left early so I could spend some time with you.” his eyes moved to the bags in the corner of the room, chuckling at the large pile. “I’m guessing your shopping trip was successful?” she felt her face heat up at his lack of knowledge of the lingerie that lay within one of them.

“I guess you could say that. Come, come! I wanna relax with you.” she began dragging him over to the bed, straddling him once he was situated. They sat in a comfortable silence with Neville holding the girl close to his chest, just appreciating the closeness he had with her. Since they’re reunion, every intimate moment, be it sexual or not, had been interrupted by some instance where he was needed somewhere else. He hadn’t been able to spend nearly as much time as he wanted with her but now he had her all to himself. His hands rubbed at her back gently until he got bored, deciding to test the waters. He knew it’d take a while before they’d get anywhere near what happened in his dream but he was willing to wait. He’d do anything to be able to touch her, feel her in a way that was less than innocent. As he gripped at her ass with one hand he brought the other one up to her cheek, cupping it as he pulled her into a deep and sensual kiss.

She gladly accepted, kissing back as she brought herself closer to him, playing with the bits of loose hair at the base of his neck. He began to nibble on her lip before pulling away, trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck. A mewl sounded from her, causing him to pull away slowly. Gripping at her waist above her robe, he gazed into her eyes intently. “You wearin’ anything under here?” he asked, watching as she looked down, shaking her head. “No? God you’re making it so hard for me to not just fuck you right here.” he sighed some, reaching for the ties on her robe. He stopped, looking at her once more for confirmation. She nodded frantically before stopping, feeling slightly embarrassed from how eager she was. With one soft tug, her robe was undone revealing her soft supple breast which he instantly went for. With his lips wrapped around one he began to lick and suck at the other, both of them moaning in unison. After a while of him teasing her sensitive nubs she began to grow impatient, rocking her hips against his gently as she let out a soft whimper.

“P-please..” she moaned breathlessly, not too sure of what she wanted. All she knew was that she wanted something, anything. Everything he did had her near her edge, from his kisses to his tongue and she needed to feel more. Pulling away he looked at her, thinking for a moment before pulling the two of them up.

“I wanna try something,” he said, positioning in front of the mirror. “He pushed back the fabric of her robe, putting her pussy on full display. His pants tightened at the sight of her glistening folds which she avoided in the mirror. Neville gripped her chin gently, positioning it to look at her bits in the mirror, chuckling at her wide eyes, pupils fully blown with arousal. With his other hand, he began to massage up and down her thighs. He watched as her legs grew weak, shaking with anticipation. Trailing his fingers near her sex, tracing small patterns on the inside of her thighs.

He patted the side of her cheek with two fingers, pulling her attention away from herself to make eye contact with him through the glass. “Open up.” he whispered, small praises of approval leaving his mouth as she did. He took his thick digits, slowly pushing past her kiss stung lips. His eyes watched in the mirror as they entered her wet little mouth, groaning at the feeling of her soft tongue gliding along the underside of them. Pushing them a little further, she gagged, eyes tearing up. She looked so pretty with tears in her eyes, already fucked out before he had even put them in. It was hard to tell who wanted it more at this point but as Neville finally slid a finger into her folds, it was obvious. Hot tears fell down her face, already overwhelmed from it all. Pumping his finger in and out, his eyes flickered between her fucked out face and her pussy, juices already coating her thighs. Moving his face to her neck, he began to suck and kiss on her neck.

(Y/n) was becoming more and more desperate by the moment. She had subconsciously begun to play with her tits, rubbing and tugging on her nipples. “M-more, Nev please!” she begged to which he instantly complied, sliding another finger in. He began to work her open more, scissoring and stretching his fingers inside of her. Once her muscle had relaxed once again, he began to speed up his moment, the heel of his palm creating a slapping noise each time it’d meet her pussy.

“Merlin, baby, you’re soaked. Your messy little cunt’s just eating my fingers.” he purred out, chuckling deeply as he felt her clench at his words. Who knew his pretty little princess would get worked up so easily, slowly reaching her peak just from a few fingers and words? He used his other hand to rub at her clit, causing her knees to buckle, falling back onto him for support. He loved how much she relied on him, becoming a needy mess just for him. He curled his fingers up, aiming for her spot until he found it causing her to let out a loud cry, gripping onto his arm tightly. Neville watched as her face scrunched up, tears streaming down her face.

“N-need to….need ta….O-oh god Nev! I’m gonna-” before she could finish her eyes widened before snapping close, head falling back onto his shoulder as she rutted her hips against his fingers, whimpering as she rode out her high. He continued to rub at her clit, fingering her cunt until she began to whine, pushing him away. He smirked some, admiring her fucked out expression in the mirror. Her eyes were shut, pants puffy lips. He licked his lips at the sight of her cunt, sensitive and fucked out, messy and cum covered from her orgasm. As he pulled his fingers out, he had to stop himself from letting out a string of curses at the way her cream began to run hot down her legs along with the bit that had gathered on his fingers. Lifting them to his face he wasted no time, sucking and licking on them. He moaned softly, continuing to clean them thoroughly, not stopping until the only thing that remained was the salty taste of his own flesh.

“You look so pretty when you cum, flower.” he muttered, smiling as the girl just let out a soft ‘mhm’, half asleep and barely able to process his words. He took off her robe, lifting her up as he began to carry her to their private bathroom, letting out a content sigh at the events that had just happened. Although he hadn’t been able to get off himself, he was more than happy being able to just please her.

Afterall, it was what he wanted more than anything, to have his flower live in absolute happiness and pleasure.

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wizardingworld-imagines · 4 years

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Secrets - Draco Malfoy

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Requested? - Yes! by @actyourownfandom-23

Word Count - 2k

Warnings - Umbridge. Need I say more?

A/N - I’m so so sorry that this took so long, however I hope I made up for it with the length and that it was worth the wait :)

Draco and Y/N were drawn to each other. There was an immediate spark, like fireworks going on a celebratory event for new years. There were only a few problems with their flirtations. Y/N was born to muggle parents, growing up without any knowledge of the wizarding world, until the Hogwarts letter arrived through their letter box. They were cautious, thinking it was some kind of prank or joke, but they eventually realised the truth and sent Y/N off to her new school for the next 7 years. She was also sorted into Gryffindor after arriving at Hogwarts, and swiftly made friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione. At Hogwarts, she would discover that she would find friendships that would last lifetimes, and a romance which was found in the strangest of places.

Y/N and Draco had been together for just over a year. They started getting closer in Third Year, when she helped look after him when his arm was injured by a hippogriff, who Y/N later came to learn was called Buckbeak when she helped Harry and Hermione save him. At the beginning of Fourth Year, Draco and Y/N started meeting in secret, spending tender moments together and Y/N learnt who Draco truly was. He was only a boy, manipulated by his father into believing extremist views, without little choice of his own. He had his reputation as a school bully, something most people would be cautious of, but Y/N understood why he did it. He was trying to gain his father’s approval, something he so desperately wanted that he’d sacrifice anything else for it. He could have done so many incredible things during his time at Hogwarts, yet he wasted his years being servile to someone who would never respect him.

When Umbridge came to the school, tensions were high. Y/N and Draco could no longer meet as often as they liked to, and their relationship was deteriorating quickly. Luckily, they were paired up in potions, allowing them to spend some time together.

‘No, Draco, you’re doing it wrong!’ Y/N exclaimed, as Draco ignored the instructions for the Draught of Peace, blissfully unaware of the adverse side effects caused by one small misstep. Draco turned to face Y/N, annoyance evident in his voice as he spat

‘I don’t need help from a mudblood, I bet you don’t even know how to brew the potion’

Draco’s eyes widened as he realised what he said, shame evident on his features. To anyone else he wouldn’t have cared, but he just insulted Y/N, his secret girlfriend of over a year. She stared back at him, outraged that he would say such a thing to her, but she couldn’t react. This was what he was like to everyone. She knew it wasn’t who he wanted to be, but he had been conditioned to think this way. ‘It wasn’t his fault’, she would tell herself, ‘it’s due to his upbringing.’ But surely he was at an age now where he could make his own decisions? Surely he didn’t have to keep trying to earn the respect of a father who might never be proud of him?

Y/N noticed the shame in his eyes, something only she saw. Most other people thought it was some kind of enjoyment, that he was sadistic and cruel, but Y/N knew what that look upon his face meant. He was hurting inside too.

Unfortunately for the pair of them, Umbridge was making her rounds of the castle and heard the commotion from the potions classroom as she strolled the dungeon corridors. She burst her way into the room, directly looking at Y/N and Draco.

‘Y/L/N. Malfoy. My office. Now.’ she said, turning swiftly around and out of the doorway where she just entered. Snape sent an unamused look towards the bewildered pair, and sighed, waving his hand to let them go.

Nerves racked through both of them as they walked towards Umbridge’s office. They had heard, and seen, what kind of torture went on in there. They paced the halls as they hiked to what felt like the gallows, neither of them wanting to speak about what just happened. Draco sent Y/N a look of apology, hoping she knew that he didn’t mean what he said. Y/N understood, she responded by nodding and then taking his hand in hers as they climbed the staircase to the office together.

Moments later, they sat opposite Umbridge, hands now parted as to not raise suspicion. She lectured the two about what had happened, and let Draco go without punishment. He was part of her inquisitorial squad, of course. He hesitated, not wanting to leave Y/N alone, but he had no choice. Staying would have only caused more complications.

After Draco’s departure, Umbridge brought out the parchment and quill Y/N had heard so much about. She had seen the scars on the hands of other students, and tears started to accumulate in the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Umbridge brought the parchment to the desk, and Y/N looked up at her, doing her best to be unafraid of what is going to happen.

‘Now, you must write ‘I must not keep secrets’ until you understand ok? How about 50 times?’ She says, sitting back down at her desk. The room was garish, pink and covered in decorative items with cats on them. The room was torture for the eyes, let alone the physical pain Y/N was about to endure.

‘Excuse me, why must I write that? I’m not keeping any secrets’ Y/N asked, curiosity in her voice.

‘I see how you and Mr Malfoy look at each other, and I reckon you two are sneaking out to see each other, are you not?’

Y/N was dumbfounded. How did she know? Y/N couldn’t answer, she just hung her head lowly and that confirmed everything for Umbridge.

‘Well, get on with it then’ She said, her tone a mix of excitement and disgust. And Y/N started writing.

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Leaving Umbridge’s office, Y/N examined the back of her hand, noticing the words etched into her skin already beginning to scar. The tears that threatened to spill earlier came pouring out, a tsunami of tears flooding her eyes and trailing down her cheeks. She ran to the common room, hoping that it would be empty, however to her irritation it was packed full of people.

She tried pushing past the bodies in the room, wanting to just go to her bed and cry, but to no avail, she was spotted by Hermione.

‘Y/N! Where have you been, it’s been hours since anyone last saw you!’ She stated, panic apparent with every word that she spoke. She grabbed Y/N by the wrist, noticing the marks on her hand. She was outraged, she pulled Y/N towards Harry and Ron, who were residing on the couch by the fireplace.

‘Look what Umbridge did to Y/N!’ She exclaimed, revealing Y/N’s hand to the boys. They both read the words, confusion visible upon both of their expressions.

‘But, you haven’t got anything to hide, have you?’ Ron asks, looking at Y/N, giving her reassurance that if there is anything she could tell them.

‘Well, actually…’ she starts, not knowing if she should tell them. ‘They have a right to know, they’re your best friends.’ She tells herself, so she continues, not wanting to leave them waiting.

‘Actually, I have got a secret. I may be in a relationship’ Her intonation higher on the last words, demonstrating her nervousness.

‘With who?’ They all yell, gaining the attention of everyone in the room in their desperation to know.

Silence fills the common room, and what can only be described a a squeak comes out of Y/N’s mouth.

‘Draco’

Mouths drop to the floor, did she really just say his name? Everyone was astounded by this, Draco Malfoy, the infamous hater of muggle borns, Gryffindors and essentially anyone who existed.

The silence was deafening. Y/N didn’t know what to do. She acted upon her first instinct and raced towards the common room entrance, leaving as swiftly as she could. She went to the only place she could think of, the spot where the Draco and her met in the forbidden forest.

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When she arrived, Draco was already there. He was mumbling to himself, something about being a terrible person and how cowardly he was for not staying to prevent whatever happened to Y/N. Oh his innocent Y/N.

Y/N approached quietly, trying to make out what he was saying. She could only catch words isolated from the rest of the sentence. The snapping of a twig underneath Y/N’s foot caused Draco to turn around dramatically,his wand drawn ready to hex whoever interrupted him in his solitude. Noticing that it was Y/N, he quickly put his wand away, rushing towards her. He clasped her hand tightly in his, and brought it up to his lips, kissing the scarred flesh.

‘There you are, I was starting to think she still had you in her office, I was debating whether I came back to rescue you from your captor’ He said, a smirk rising.

‘Draco, this isn’t the time for flirting, they know’

Seriousness washed over his face. ‘They definitely know?’ He asked, a lump forming in his throat.

‘Yes. I had to tell them. They wondered about what I was hiding and I’m so tired of keeping this secret. I know I should have asked you first but I just had to do it’ She responded, expecting him to be angry and wanting to leave her.

‘Ok’

‘Ok? That’s how you respond?’ She questions.

‘Well, they know now. And that’s ok. We can deal with that’

Y/N was astonished. Draco was ok with them knowing? He had wanted to hide things for so long, but now it’s suddenly ok?

She didn’t get an opportunity to speak when the sound of three pairs of feet, crunching the leaves below them, approached the couple.

Expecting something bad to happen, Draco instinctively pulls Y/N behind him, wanting to keep her safe from anything that could do them any harm. He only wishes he could have done the same back when they were in Umbridge’s office.

The faces of the trio peering back at them, Y/N steps out from behind Draco.

‘Hello’ Harry starts. ‘I know we reacted badly back there, but we came to apologise. It isn’t our place to judge who you date or choose to spend your time with and after consideration we would like to apologise for our actions’

Y/N smiled at them, her heart filling with warmth.

‘Now, this isn’t to say that we like you, Malfoy, however, we will tolerate you, for Y/N’s sake. But if you do anything to ever hurt her, you’ll have us to answer to. Ok?’ Harry finished his lecture, staring at Draco, making sure he understood what was being said.

Draco laughed at the thought of them confronting him, but he reassured them, ‘don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of hurting Y/N’ Finishing his sentence by taking her hand in his.

‘Now, let's get back to the castle, dinner is about to start and if we’re missing without reason we’ll be in big trouble, let alone if they find us in the forbidden forest’ Hermione reminded them, as they began their walk back to Hogwarts. A place where they could be whoever they wanted to be, regardless of their family, their background, their actions. A place they truly called home.

#draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter imagines #hp imagines #harry potter imagine

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chuckbass-love · 4 years

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Hi lovely, I’d love to request a Loki x Male Reader writing if you’re up for it! One where Loki reads the reader’s mind and finds out that he’s attracted to him and that he has a kink for his long hair. So, before making any moves to get with the reader Loki uses magic on his hair to make it even more beautiful and much longer in order to tease the reader. This might range on the “weirder” sides of requests but honestly I’m a sucker for a pretty man with pretty hair haha. But if you don’t feel inspired by or comfortable writing this then obviously no hard feelings! I’ll enjoy anything you come out with in the future! 💚💚💚

Hey. Thank you so much for this request i am in love with it. I was more than happy to do this for you.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Male!Reader

Warnings: Fluff central and a sprinkle of cheekiness from the man himself because let’s face it he is evil but in the best way.

Word Count: 1,970

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @0goddammitloki go check them out ❤️

Just Like Magic

If there is one thing people should know about you is that you’re not captivated or taken easily. Especially when it comes to crushes. But with Loki. There was an instant attraction, on both parts.

Not that either of you have ever done anything about it though. It’s a known fact to you both that feelings are there and Loki has pretty much made it his mission to tease you every time you’re around him.

The one thing he doesn’t know though, is the effect his long black hair has on you. The way you fantasise about running your fingers through it, about pulling on it when things get heated. But that will never happen. He’s too complicated for commitment apparently.

You make your way over to a café, you made plans with him for lunch today. He was desperate to get away from his family and you were more than happy to be his distraction. Despite it not being in the way you imagine. It’s still something.

As you take your seat, you pull your book out, a classic. Romeo and Juliet, if you’re going to wait for him, you might as well do some reading. Feed the brain and all that business.

“Always got a book in your hands” you hear, moving the book down slightly and just showing your eyes. It’s him.

“Always late”

“Touché”

He takes his seat, glancing over the menu whilst you return the book to your bag before doing the same. Once you’ve come to the conclusion of what you want, you order. Plus drinks too, of course.

“So, what is it you’re reading this time then?” he asks, showing as much enthusiasm and interest as he usually does. He always likes to keep up with you and what you’re doing.

“Romeo and Juliet” you smirk, knowing exactly what he’s about to say to you, you’ve heard it a thousand times before.

He runs his fingers through his silky smooth locks as he opens his mouth to respond “again? how many times is that now?”

You just roll your eyes at him, refusing to answer. But the truth is, you’ve lost count. You can’t help it, you love what you love. Being a hopeless romantic is incurable, not that you would try to cure it if you had the chance.

“Let’s just eat, shall we?” you raise a brow at him and he does as you suggest, digging into his food instantly, as do you.

During lunch, you ask him about the latest with his family. He tells you all about Odin favouring Thor again.

You can’t help but feel bad for him. He’s always tossed aside, like he doesn’t mean anything. You wish you could help that, rectify it but you can’t. All you can do is be there when he needs to talk. You still remain the only person in his life that he can open up to. That’s saying something, right?

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear whilst flicking another strand out of his face. That hair is your literal weakness.

It’s something you simply cannot explain. But it does things. Things that you could never repeat out loud.

Especially not to him.

But little do you know, Loki can hear everything inside that pretty little head of yours as he watches you eat. The way you’re sitting back into the chair, one leg over the other. So well put together, so graceful but your thoughts are far from it.

In fact, he’s known about your dirty fantasies for a while but he chooses not to say a word. Mostly due to the fact that he wouldn’t know how to bring it up but also because he would never want to embarrass you. He cares for you.

Deeply in fact.

So he waits around for the perfect timing to say something in the best way he can.

Whilst he waits, intruding on your thoughts. You think some more.

About all the ways his hair turns you on, all the ways it could come in handy in the bedroom.

His lips curl up into a satisfied smile, catching your attention.

“What’s that smile for?” you ask, kicking his leg gently.

“Oh, nothing really”

Something tells you, that’s a lie “no, it’s clearly something? Tell me”

He just shakes his head, denying you the pleasure of the reason behind his smile. You just pout, hoping it’ll help but it doesn’t. Unlucky. You finish eating and both stand up ready to say goodbye and part ways. He pulls you into a hug, making you feel small compared to him. He’s so much taller.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“How about we have lunch at my place?” you suggest, nervously gritting your teeth and awaiting his response.

“Sure” he agrees before turning on his heels and walking away. You feel weak in your knees as you rush back home. Time to continue reading.

Loki gets home and as he stands in his mirror, brushing his hair. He’s reminded of your thoughts, the way you were practically drooling just looking at his hair.

The way you were flustered.

What if he could intensify that? Have you begging to touch it, feel it in your hands.

Wait. He knows a way that he can make that a possibility.

He racks his brain for a couple second before remembering a spell.

Once he gets it mastered, he puts the spell into place, on his hair. Causing it to grow a couple more inches, it’s now just to his chest. Not much longer, but a noticeable change. One you’re sure to love. Just what he wants.

He cannot wait for tomorrow now. This should do the trick intended.

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You rush around, tidying after yourself and the mess you made yesterday after lunch. You don’t want Loki coming in to a mess. Not that he’d judge.

The second you finish, there’s a knock at the door, making you jump out of your skin. You pass the mirror on the way to the door and you check yourself out before opening up to reveal the man himself.

“Afternoon” he grins, stepping in and waiting for you to lead him to the kitchen where all the food waits. As he takes his seat, you glance at his hair, it’s longer. Sexier somehow. You don’t recall it being that long yesterday.

How does he do that? How does he have you so captivated? Not even just because of his hair. But because of how he carries himself, how he speaks, how he walks. Everything about him draws you in.

“You okay?” he asks, a smug tone in his voice, on purpose. He can hear your thoughts once again. The spell is definitely paying off. Nows the time.

“So you like my hair then”

You almost choke on your water, looking up, your eyes meeting his “what?” you ask, wanting to know if what you heard was correct.

“My hair? You like it, don’t you?”

You feel your cheeks heating up, the panic filling you. You can’t deny it.

“I do, why?” play it cool Y/N.

“Why do you like it?”

You widen your eyes, standing up to bring some more food to the table and filling your plate “it’s just really nice”.

He chuckles, clearly not accepting your answer.

“So you don’t wish you could touch it? Tug on it in let’s just say, intimate situations”

Okay, now you’re mortified.

What could possibly give him that impression? How does he know that?

“Have you been reading my diary? How could you possibly know that” you blurt out, regretting it right away and covering your mouth with your hands.

He gets up from the table “your diary?” he asks, walking past you and into the next room where he spies a book on the coffee table. He wastes no time in picking it up, all whilst you’re trying to retrieve it.

He starts reading it out loud.

“Dear diary,

What am i to do about this?

What am i to do about Loki? That man has all this power over me and i’m struggling to be mute about my feelings, about the things i want to do to him”

You jump up, screaming at him to give it back but he just holds it higher. Not letting up.

“Loki, stop. Please”

He brings it back down to your reach but before you can even take it, he pulls it behind his back “not so fast. When were you planning to tell me all of this? What sort of things were you talking about?”

“That’s private”

“It’s about me pretty boy, i think if it concerns me then i have a right to know”

You gulp, twiddling your thumbs as you avoid his gaze.

“I just meant that um, if there was ever a situation where um, we would kiss. That your hair, would be great to tug on. I’m sorry, i’m so embarra-”

Before you can finish the sentence, his lips are on yours. The last result you anticipated. But boy is it just how you imagined it to be. Actually no, that’s a lie. It’s a million times better.

You wrap your arms around his neck, he drops the diary to the floor and his hands grip your face. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces. Like it was always meant to be.

You break away, your hands find purchase on his chest, your pinky fingers touching his hair.

And that’s when your whole body shivers. His forehead rests to yours, his breath fans your face.

“That certainly took a different turn” you let out a deep breath.

He seconds that “a turn that is most welcome”

He pecks your lips once more “why didn’t you tell me about all of this pretty boy?”

The name turns you on.

“Nerves mostly, not wanting to ruin the friendship and besides you made it clear you weren’t ready for anything” you explain

“But for you, that would have changed”

“Am i dreaming right now? Pinch me please”

He can’t help himself, his right hand glides down to the spot just above your ass. He takes his finger and thumb, doing as you asked and making you squeal.

“I’m sorry, was you not serious?”

You shove him playfully and attempting to walk away, not so fast though.

He pulls you back, attacking your lips in a less than family friendly way. More of a make out session.

A lip biting, tongue battling kiss. All consuming and breath stealing.

The kind of kiss that everyone dreams of having with their crush. The kind of kiss that just like in the movies and books, leaves you seeing fireworks or stars.

The way his lips move with yours, so effortlessly and so soft against each other.

His hand remains on your lower back while the other still cups your face. You lean into him as a whisper like moan fills his mouth, causing him to smile into the kiss. Your hands finally get to run through his hair. And boy does it feel good to tug at it too, pulling him deeper into the kiss, if that’s even possible.

This is everything you could have wanted.

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spunky-89 · 5 years

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Do You Remember (Part Three)

A/N: Here is the next part y’all! Let me know what you think :)

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2100

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As your mind whirls through memories of Steve and how your life has become what it is, you stop on a memory that stands very clear. The days leading up to, and the day you met bucky for the first time. You can remember how nervous Steve was and how much you had to reassure him. Steve was so worried that you’d be like everyone else (though he knew deep in his heart you are unlike anyone he’d ever met) and be fearful and resentful of Bucky. Oh if you could go back and tell Steve where you all would end up in just a little over a year.

Steve had been searching for Bucky for a little over a year now. The rest of the Avengers had been doing their best to help but there was only so much that could be done to track one of the greatest assassins in the world whose whole MO was being a ghost. You can remember all the days Natasha had called you before the jet even landed that the mission was a failure and Steve was upset. You spent many a night with him, reassuring him, just being there for him through this tough time.

But now he’d found Bucky. And though he was thrilled, he was also worried. The Bucky he found wasn’t the same Bucky he grew up with, and Steve was worried he would never get his best friend back.

After a few weeks of psychiatric visits and physical testing, Steve came over your apartment one day and told you how restless Bucky was becoming. Bucky hated all the tests and only cooperated out of necessity. But Steve knew if he didn’t jailbreak Bucky soon, Bucky would sneak out himself. Bucky still wasn’t great around mass amounts of people so he was worried to take him out of the tower. Steve felt stuck, so you offered a solution.

“Why don’t you bring him here then?” You asked, drinking your coffee calmly.

“No, it’s too risky,” Steve said, his eyes tired but his voice firm.

“Why not? It’s relatively quiet, but not too far from the tower. It’s perfect. Hell, I’ll even leave if it’ll make you and him more comfortable.” You say. You hated to see Steve like this. He was so tired and worried all the time. You just wanted to give him a chance to relax.

“I’m not kicking you out of your own apartment.” He said.

“Well it’s practically our apartment with as much as you’re here, number one. And number two, I don’t mind.” You could see him getting ready to retort but you stopped him with a raised hand, “But if you don’t want to kick me out then just bring him here while I’m here. I’d love to meet him. You’ve told me so much about him and I would be honored to meet my competition.”

When Steve gave you a confused look you just laughed and said, “The competition for who your best friend is. Duh.”

“You’re both my best friends.” He said with a sigh and a shake of his head, but there was a smile on his face, so you felt like that was a win.

“But one of us is more your best friend. And I have to meet him so we can have a frenemies relationship where we always try to one-up each other on best friend things because my god you need more friends and the two of us have to take so much shit from you that we’d probably become better friends just by ranting about you and-”

“OKay! I get it. You’ve made your point.” He said laying his head on the table.

You had a shit-eating grin on your face when you said: “So does that mean I get to meet him?”

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The next day, though you’d never admit it to Steve, you were a nervous wreck. What if Bucky didn’t like you. What if he felt threatened by the relationship you had with Steve. All these ‘what ifs’ were running through your mind. So you did what you always did when you were stressed. You baked. You made 3 different types of cookies and cleaned the whole kitchen by the time Steve texted you to let you know he and Bucky were on their way.

Your apartment smelt of baked goods, everything in your apartment was clean, and the last tray of cookies were in the oven. You were biting your nails as your leg shook up and down in nerves. You had put music on to try and distract you but even the sounds of your favorite song did nothing for you as you looked from your phone to the door. You were so deep into your thoughts that the beeper for the cookies went off and you jumped out of your skin. You calmed yourself for a moment before jumping up to pull the cookies out of the oven. Just as you were doing so, you heard the knock on your door. You cursed under your breath as you held the cookie sheet aloft and closed the oven. You jogged over to the door and unlocked the door and opened it a bit to see Steve. You smiled then walked away to put the cookies on the counter as the heat from the pan was starting to seep through the oven mitt.

“Come on in, I just have to put these down.” You called over your shoulder.

You heard two sets of feet move in and heard Steve talking lowly to who you assumed to be Bucky. You set the cookies on a little rack to cool on the counter and brushed your hair back out of your face. Taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you stepped out of the kitchen into the living room/entryway. There you saw Steve talking to another man.

“Hey Steve, sorry bout that.” You said, making sure your steps were loud enough so you wouldn’t spook Bucky.

Steve turned and smiled at you, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek as he said, “It’s not a problem. As long as I get to eat some.” He added.

“Once they’re cooled you can eat as many as your insane metabolism can handle.”

You turned to look at Bucky to see him shifting on his feet as he looked around the apartment.

“You must be Bucky, it’s so great to meet you.” You smiled warmly as you stuck your right hand out. He took it and shook your hand gently, looking confused at you.

“You can make yourself comfortable in the living room. I’ll plate the last of the cookies and bring them in.” You smiled gently at Bucky.

“The last of the cookies? How many did you make?” Steve asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Don’t give me that judging look Rogers. I can make as many goddamn cookies as I want in my own apartment thank you very much.” You said defensively.

He gave you another look and you sighed.

“Okay, so I was stress baking. Sue me.” You huffed.

“I’m sorry if me being here stresses you out,” Bucky said.

You were shocked to hear him talk to you. So shocked that you almost didn’t respond. Once you processed the words he spoke you realized he probably thought you were scared of him.

“What? Oh I mean no. That’s not. I mean it's like I mean.” You stuttered.

“You want to use actual words or do you want to just keep babbling.” Steve teased.

“Fuck off Steven.” You glared before softening your gaze as you looked to Bucky. “I’m not scared of you if that’s what you think. I stress bake over everything for starters. And I was more stressed about finally meeting you. Like Steve’s told me a lot about you and obviously you guys have been really close and Steve’s like my best friend and I just was worried you’d like hate me or something and then Steve would be like in the middle of two friends and that’s just the worst and so I was really stressed about a lot of things I now realize are stupid as I vocalize them but you know and-I’m gonna shut up now.” You trailed off out of breath. Steve laughed and shook his head as he came over to you and pulled you into a hug. He was used to you going into a rant and not breathing until you finished your thoughts. You did it quite often when you got worked up.

“You crazy woman.” Steve chided as he pulled away from the hug and put his hand on your shoulder.

“I know, I know. Don’t judge me and come help me get the plates of cookies.” You mumbled. Steve barked out a loud laugh that brought a smile to your face. “Shut uuuup.” You whined as you walked away. You grabbed the last of your platters and plated the last batch of cookies as both Steve and Bucky came into the kitchen/dining area. There were 3 large trays of cookies. Steve shook his head with a smile.

“Not a word, or else you get no cookies and I give them all to Bucky because he’s not being a jerk.” You threatened, waving your spatula in Steve’s face.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything.”

“But you were thinking it.”

“I’d have to agree, you had the face on that said you were about to be a jerk.” Bucky agreed.

“I like him. We’re keeping him.” You smiled as you grabbed a tray and headed to the living room.

“Whaf are phese?” Bucky asked as he came in, a whole cookie shoved in his mouth. You looked at the tray in his hand and saw one of your favorites.

“Well my family calls them meatball cookies, don’t ask, but they’re gluten-free, egg-free, double chocolate chip cookies.” You explained.

“Well, they’re incredible.” He said as he finished.

“Why thank you.” You beamed.

“Hey no no no, you can’t like them. I will not compete for (Y/N)’s cookies.” Steve said, stealing Bucky’s tray and holding it and the tray he’d grabbed from the kitchen close to his chest and turning away.

“Too bad,” Bucky said, making a move to try and steal the tray back.

“Before the two of you make another move, please keep in mind that I will murder both of you if you spill any of those cookies on the floor, let alone two trays full.” You glared.

Steve contemplated this before putting both trays on the coffee table next to the third tray.

“Thank you. Now, you can share or you get none and I give the cookies to Sam and Nat.”

“Hell no.” They both echoed.

You laughed. They soon joined you as you watched the two settle onto the couch.

“Now, I’m gonna leave you both to hang out and catch up or whatever. I’ll be in my room. If you need me, holler.” You said, moving to leave the room, a few cookies in your hand.

“Wait, why’re you leaving?” Bucky asked. You could see next to him, Steve was giving you the look (you know the look where his eyebrows go down and he gets a pouty look, a look you’d fondly dubbed the ‘eyebrows of disappointment’).

“Well I know you needed to get out of the tower and you probably just want to spend time with Steve so it’s cool. I’ll be perfectly happy with my laptop and some Netflix.” You explained.

“Oh, yeah okay. That’s fine.” Bucky said, but he seemed upset.

“No, uh uh, you are going to march your butt over here and plant it on this couch and bond over, how did you word it yesterday? Oh yeah, how much shit you have to deal with because of me.” Steve said. Bucky snorted when he said that.

“It’s true, I did say that.” You agreed.

“He does put us through a lot of shit.” Bucky acknowledged.

“I know, I mean I don’t know how he was when you guys were younger but damn is he a lot to handle.”

“Oh yeah, he was the worst. He was so tiny but he had to fight everyone. And I do mean everyone.”

“He is also right here,” Steve commented.

“Yeah yeah, no one cares. I need details. I need all the blackmail I can get.” You grinned as you plopped between the two men on your couch.

Little did you know, that was the start of the best thing that would ever happen to you.

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taexual · 6 years

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October Night / Woozi x Reader

Jihoon had asked you out on a coffee date that not even the cold winds of October – or your nerves – could ruin.

pairing: Jihoon x Reader

warnings: first date fluff for those cold autumn nights :(((

words: 2.5k

ANON REQUEST: Woozi being a cute little bean (just him being cute let your creative juices flow 😂💕)

You had miscalculated how cold October nights were as you clutched your coat tighter around your body. A warm scarf and a winter jacket would have definitely fit this weather so much more, but you weren’t expecting the wind to be so sharp against your skin. And, besides, you were going on a date, so you wanted to look nice and, apparently, wearing a dress in October wasn’t a particularly smart move, no matter how warm you’d imagined your tights to be.

Once you noticed Jihoon by the entrance of the coffee shop you’d agreed to meet outside of, though, you seemed to forget the cold altogether. As a smile spread across your face at the sight of him, warmth rose in your stomach and expanded all throughout your body.

“Hi,” you said somewhat shyly. This wasn’t the first time you were seeing him, but it was a different occasion this time. It was your first date.

“Hey,” he replied, responding to your smile with his own as he slowly opened his arms, not wanting to cross any boundaries and yet feeling as though a simple “hi” wasn’t going to suffice.

Nearly blushing, you wrapped your hands around his neck and felt him hug you back. The embrace really only lasted for five seconds at most – and it wasn’t even the first hug you’ve shared with him – but the scent of his cologne seemed to linger on your skin long after you pulled away.

“Should we go in?” Jihoon asked afterwards. “You look half-frozen.”

You chuckled slightly. “Yeah. It’s windier than I’d expected.”

“Let’s get you inside then,” he said, taking your hand – a brave move that he hadn’t pre-planned, hence the pause filled with hesitation after your fingers brushed against each other.

Not finding the words to encourage him – you were afraid you’d just squeal if you opened your mouth right now – you smiled instead and entered the coffee shop first, Jihoon – his warm hand holding your cold one – following in after you.

The coffee shop was already decorated for Halloween. Fake – and real – pumpkins were placed on every windoswill inside, spider webs decorating the windows and getting into your hair just like real ones would.

“Oh, hold on,” Jihoon stopped you almost as soon as you entered, helping you get a very glittery black cobweb out of your hair. “There.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling slightly flustered by his close proximity. “I’m not a big fan of spiders. Real or not.”

“I know what you mean,” he nodded knowingly. “Halloween is a difficult time for us, spider-haters.”

This got you to laugh as the two of you looked around the place, trying to decide if you’d be staying here or getting your drinks to-go. Not many people were here – which was definitely a plus – but there weren’t many tables here in the first place. It was a small coffee shop, and although the coziness made up for it, it was somewhat intimidating to be seated so close to the staff working the cash register.

“Pick a table,” Jihoon encouraged, making the decision to stay here. It was too cold to go out, even with coffee in your hands. “I’ll order us something. Would you like pumpkin pie?”

“Ah, pumpkins,” you sighed, never having liked them particularly much. You weren’t comfortable enough yet to express your dislike openly, though. “I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Anything but pumpkins. Got it,” he said, smiling as he caught what you meant even if you didn’t say it outright. “Hot chocolate? Tea? Coffee?”

Feeling how cold your hands were now that Jihoon let go of them, you didn’t care much for the beverages themselves, as long as they were hot.

“Hot chocolate, please,” you ended up saying, unconsciously going with the holiday theme.

Jihoon nodded and motioned with his hand for you to pick a table. You scanned the coffee shop quickly and then chose the table at the furthest corner of the shop, hoping for more privacy, not that there were many people here.

The corner you chose ended up being really cozy, with pillows on chairs and small, plastic ghost figurines decorating the table. You picked one of the figurines up, smiling as you inspected it.

This was a nice spot. You knew you could have great study sessions in this café with friends but, after today, you weren’t sure if you’d ever want to come back here with anyone aside from Jihoon, who approached the table another minute later, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in his hands.

Although his arrival made you smile, it also made you nervous again. You didn’t know how this date was going to go – you weren’t particularly experienced when it came to dating – but you felt anxious as you wanted to make the best of your time with him.

“I’ll be right back,” Jihoon said, after putting the mugs down on the table. “I have to bring the cheesecake.”

You smiled despite yourself – he didn’t get the pumpkin pie – and watched him return to the cash register for the cake slices and then come back to you.

“There,” he said, pushing a plate towards you and leaving another one for himself. “I was told this cake was the least festive option and we’re obviously trying to go against the flow by ignoring everything related to pumpkins.”

You chuckled nervously. “I wouldn’t have anything against pumpkins if they tasted differently.”

“I’m not judging!” Jihoon defended immediately. “If anything, I’m just curious. Do you dislike any other typical Halloween flavors?”

“No, actually, candy corn is my favorite type of candy,” you confessed and he nodded, impressed. “I also love cinnamon, but I guess it’s not really seasonal.”

“No, I accept cinnamon,” he nodded. “I used to dislike it until my mom made these Christmas cookies with cinnamon. It tasted great and now I love it.”

“Did she teach you how to make those cookies?” you asked. “I’d love to try them.”

“She didn’t, but I am a professional at improvising,” he gave you a bright smile, making you laugh. “I’m not much of a baker, but I could try for you.”

It wasn’t a big promise but no one’s ever told you they’d bake cookies just for you so it meant a lot. In your small group of friends, you were the person who supplied the food so, naturally, you were the only one who knew how to bake actual cookies and not have your friends eat them raw. It felt nice to have someone offer baking them for you for a change.

“I’d make them if you gave me the recipe,” you offered, hoping not to sound too awkward. “Oh, but fair warning, I’ve only ever baked chocolate-chip cookies before.”

“Ah, classic,” Jihoon acknowledged. “The recipe is kind of a family secret but we can find a way around it.”

“How?”

“We could bake them together,” he said, his eyes leaving yours. He couldn’t help but feel like this statement made him appear too eager when he was desperately trying to just seem cool. He was only planning to bring the next date up by the end of this one, not at the very beginning.

“Really?” you asked, the subtle excitement in your voice encouraging him to return his eyes to your face. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” Jihoon smiled. “I’d like that, too.”

Both of you were too flustered to continue casually so you took the next moment to try your drinks instead. The first sip of hot chocolate burned your throat but after the next one, you got used to the burning sensation and it started to feel oddly nice. Your hands slowly started to warm up, too.

“It tastes really good,” you commented, exhaling slowly. “A little hot but there’s nothing wrong with that in weather like this.”

Jihoon nodded. “I think so, too. You should keep drinking it. You still look really cold.”

You brought your hands together, checking how cold they were, and then intertwining your fingers and placing your hands on the table, preparing to sit like this until you felt – and looked – warmer.

“Yeah, I didn’t think about taking my gloves with me when I—”

“Let me,” he reached his hand across the table, placing it on both of yours. “My hands are naturally always warm.”

Although he didn’t lie about his hands being warm, you still felt goosebumps rise on your skin after he touched you. Contrary to your seemingly shivering body, though, your cheeks seemed to heat up.

“Thank you,” you said, not daring to look up at him now that he was holding your hands.

“It’s nothing,” he said. Had you looked at him, you would have seen that he was just as flustered as you were. “Y-you have really soft skin. You should really wear gloves when you’re out.”

“I know,” you nodded, trying to fight through the five layers of shyness, “I was just—this stupid thing happened before I left. I’d laid out my clothes for tonight in the morning and the dress I’d planned on wearing slid off the rack when I wasn’t home, so it was all tangled up and messy when I found it on the floor later. So, I had to find other clothes to wear, and I—” you realized how much you were talking and felt yourself blush even harder. “I-I forgot the gloves.”

Jihoon didn’t say anything so you thought your nervous speech about your adventures before this date scared him off – you failed to see how unlikely that was – but, once you raised your head to look at him, he had a soft smile on his face.

“You look really pretty,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that as soon as I saw you tonight.”

“Thank you,” you replied timidly, this time choosing to keep looking at him despite the nervousness you were feeling.

“I’m sure you would have looked just as pretty with the messy dress,” he continued. “Or with clothes that actually keep you warm.”

“Oh. Yeah,” you chuckled nervously. You already knew that wearing dresses in October wasn’t going to be something you’d do again. “I guess I was trying to dress more formally today.”

“For our date?”

“Yeah.”

Saying this felt weird. Almost like you’ve just confessed how hard you were trying to look good for this date. Like you admitted that your confidence was a long process of carefully planned outfits and make-up, and not something that came naturally to you because you haven’t learned how to get up and just go. You still needed to give yourself pep-talks and you definitely needed assurance from others.

“Hey,” Jihoon said, noticing that your mind had drifted away from him. He squeezed your hand lightly to get you to look back at him again. “I think you would look great in anything. I’d hate it if you caught a cold on our first date, but, I have to admit, this way, I’d get a chance to look after you – since it’d be my fault you’re sick – and that’s a great reason to see you again.”

“You don’t need to get me sick to see me again,” you said, his words slowly burning the nerves and insecurities in your stomach.

“No?” he was smiling in a way that was so kind, you felt yourself exhale deeply, some of your anxiety leaving your body with your breath. “That’s good, then. I was hoping we’d get to bake those cookies on our next date.”

You smiled, remembering. “That’s right, the cookies.”

“We could also watch a movie,” he said. “Do you have a favorite holiday one?”

“I love them all,” you said, “but I guess “The Nightmare Before Christmas” is one of my favorite ones this time of year. It’s not really a Christmas movie, but not really a Halloween one, either. It fits October really well, in my opinion. I used to watch it during the Autumn holidays all the time with my family. We’d—” you stopped yourself again after noticing how easily you fell into a fit of nervous chattering. “sorry. I tend to switch between barely talking and then talking a lot when I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize,” Jihoon said. “I was looking forward to hearing your traditions. Do you think this year you could watch “The Nightmare Before Christmas” with me?”

“You’d want that?”

“Of course,” he nodded, feeling shy admitting it but still trying to keep his strong face on because he was hoping to ease your nerves this way. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“You haven’t?” you almost gasped, the surprise of hearing this distracting you from every other thought that was running through your mind. “Oh, then I have to show it to you!”

Jihoon smiled at your enthusiasm. “Good. I can’t wait.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.”

“Hey, I didn’t judge your hatred of pumpkins!” he reminded you jokingly.

You laughed. “That’s right, sorry. I won’t judge your negligence of one of the best movies in the world.”

“Right, that didn’t sound judgemental at all,” he commented, laughing, too.

This was starting to feel nice. Sure, you were still nervous and every time you realized how warm his hand felt on yours, you felt a new wave of hotness wash over your face, but other than that, you loved this. The atmosphere, the smell of chocolate, the appetizing slice of cake on your plate, Jihoon across from you... everything.

“I-I’m having a really great time,” you said. “Thank you for asking me out.”

“Thank you for agreeing to come,” he replied, slowly breaking through the ice and showing you his more laid-back side. “It would have been really sad to sit here alone.”

You chuckled but chose to take another sip of your hot chocolate instead of replying. Maybe if you warmed up properly, the remaining nerves you were feeling would finally dissipate.

“I’m nervous,” Jihoon said suddenly. You gave him a confused look. “I-I just felt the need to mention that. I’m trying to make jokes – thank you for laughing, by the way – but, really, I feel like I’m about to exhale both of my lungs.”

“W-why did you feel the need to mention that?” you asked slowly.

“Because your hands are shaking,” he said. Instinctively, you glanced at your hands – your fingers still intertwined – under his. “And I know it’s not just from the cold. So, I want you to know you’re not the only nervous one here. I’m feeling all the same things you’re feeling.”

“Oh,” you managed to say, not having expected Jihoon to be so understanding and, more importantly, so accepting. “Thank you. You’re probably the first person who didn’t tell me to loosen up.”

“I think we both need to find a way to calm down,” he said. “And we will eventually. Getting used to new people takes a bit of time and… I want to get used to you.”

You knew that your hot cheeks were slowly becoming a natural part of you as your smile widened. “I want to get used to you, too.”

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lights, camera, kiss! ☆⌒♪♫♪♫♪♫

musical/theater!au, theater kid!jeongin, choir singer!reader

a/n: i watched shrek the musical for this, enjoy! masterlist

warnings: anxiety mention

You didn’t really like theater until you saw him. It wasn’t as if you disliked it, but you would never invest that much time in it yourself. But one day, the musical teacher cornered you outside of math class, asking you to take one of the leads because, truth be told, not many people were interested in theater. You were hit with a pang of guilt, and thus, obliged- taking the lead. The school day went by, and each class period you grew more and more nervous. You’ve never done this before, and the thought of having to go up in front of people and performing? It scared you out of your wits. As you entered the school auditorium, you pinched yourself. You’d never noticed how big it really was, how many empty seats and the sheer amount of rows there were surrounding the stage. You were beginning to panic, and you spun around so you could retreat- go home and enjoy some afterschool snacks, maybe watch a movie. But you were caught by a seemingly upset boy.

“Are you the lead that Mr. Park recruited?” he asked, “Because I’m the other lead. You can’t back out, c’mon please?”

And besides, who were you to deny a cute boy some help? You recongized him from some of your classes, but you couldn’t remember who he was.

“I wasn-”

“It’s fine, theater isn’t that popular with most people,” he smiled as he continued, “But I’ve known since I was young that most people aren’t all that smart.” You were able to loosen up as the boy engaged you in some playful argument.

“The bee movie is not better than the Shrek movies!” you yelled, waving your arms around in exasperation, “And fortnite will never be better than Minecraft!”

“Get with the times you old timer!”

“This is why no one likes theater kids.”

He stared you down in mock anger, crossing his arms and looking back at the seats in front of him. “I’m telling Mr. Park to kick you out,” a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. “I can’t work with uncultured swine.”

“Good luck finding another lead for your literal nightmare of a musical.”

“Weren’t you defending Shrek like, two seconds ago?”

“Not the musical version you heathen!”

You shot him a look of horror and disbelief as Mr. Park walked in, a thick script in his hand as he handed it to you. “We don’t have that much time, two months tops,” he explained, “You’ll have to take this after school.”

“But-”

“It’ll be extra credit.”

“Give me the script.”

Mr. Park shot the both of you a look and took a step back down so he would be able to watch the stage without any problem. “Jeongin, start from “I’m a believer!” Mr. Park yelled, “Woojin, start playing!” And when Jeongin opened his mouth to sing, he might’ve been a sinner but he had the holiest voice you’d ever heard. Even if he was singing a song from Shrek the Musical. That’s when you knew, that’s when you absolutely knew, that there was not a single chance in the entire swamp that you wouldn’t develop a crush on him. You didn’t think that you would be able to last if he was going to have to meet you after school hours to work on the musical.

You began to flip through the script to find the lyrics for the song, scrambling to find your lines. It was a good thing you’d only had a few lines because you were clumsy, nearly dropping the script. You were nervous, scared that Jeongin would tease you or think that you weren’t qualified for the role, but you sang along when he gave you a reassuring smile. When Woojin stopped playing the piano, you were just happy that you hadn’t completely botched it.

“That was good, ___!” Mr. Park reassured, “Please flip to ‘I’ve got you beat’ and lead ___! Woojin, take it away!” Jeongin smiled at you, giving you a thumbs up. It was hard not to smile or laugh during your parts of the song, Jeongin speaking and singing in an awful Scottish accent and giving you weird looks as you sang Fiona’s parts. It was nerve-racking though, even though there weren’t that many people in the auditorium. Even the light and sound people weren’t there, neither were the set designers. But still, even with all the reassuring, your panic grew as the tempo did. As the song finished, you felt like you were going to burst into tears. You felt stupid, especially because there was less than a handful of people. You felt embarrassed about your voice, thinking it was nearly nowhere as good as Jeongin’s, and that it certainly didn’t go along well with the melodic playing of Woojin’s piano.

As if on cue, the song stopped just as you felt your chest growing tight, struggling to take in proper air. You didn’t know if that was because of the singing or the anxiety. Mr. Park told everyone to take a break as he held up his ringing phone, excusing himself from the stage. You laid down on the floor, rubbing your eyes as you cringed. “You’re not bad,” he teased, “I think you’d be better playing Donkey though.”

You laughed, a little hurt even though you knew he hadn’t meant it in a malicious way. “Donkey is one of the most important characters,” you argued, “Plus, I can do a better Donkey impression than you can of Shrek.” He sat next to you, clearly amused. “You wish,” he countered, “My accent would beat yours for days.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

“Of course,” he scoffed, “On what?”

“A favor.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking, I’m clearly going to win.”

And the both of you put it to the test, asking Woojin who happily obliged. The only problem was that Jeongin shamelessly cheated. As you did your impression, he kept coughing and smiling, mocking you under his breath. “Hey!” you wheezed, turning your attention to Woojin who was acting a judge, “This is cheating.”

“I’m sorry,” he shrugged, giving a pointed look at Jeongin, “I don’t hear anything.”

And you lost, even though you debated that Jeongin was cheating, and very clearly friends with Woojin. But it was two against one, and now you owed Jeongin a favor. After a few minutes with conversing with Woojin. Learning that he was in college and liked to help with productions as extra credit, and Jeongin had been in several, so as you had suspected, Jeongin definitely cheated.

“You expect me to know all this and not think you would’ve cheated?”

“Mine was objectively better. You’re just a sore loser.”

Woojin didn’t say anything, just sighed and played a few keys on the piano. And you continued to argue with Jeongin about the bet. You had nearly forgotten about Mr. Park until he burst in through the doors, explaining that he had something that come up. You nodded, brushing off his apologies as you picked up your stuff to go home.

“Hey,” Jeongin called out, “You want to get some frozen yogurt and uh, go over lines?”

“I don’t have any money,” you said, “I’m sorry. Maybe next time.”

“That’s okay, now you just owe me two favors.”

You groaned dramatically, dropping your head back and closing your eyes. “Is it worth it?” you asked yourself, thinking out loud, “Do I really wanna hang out with a reckless youth?” He snorted, “Says you.” You shot him a look, through your squinted eyes. “It’s been decided,” you said, “No, because he’s a gremlin.”

“Okay, okay! I take it back, can we go?”

You smiled, walking by his side. “All right,” you teased, “But only because you begged me.”

“I’m regretting this.”

It was a slightly long walk to the nearest frozen yogurt shop, but as you talked about nothing in particular, it felt like you had just left the school. After controlling your primal instincts and not choosing a horrid amount of toppings, and Jeongin bitterly paid for the two of you, you sat at a table. You pulled out the script from your backpack, letting it flop on the white table. But it turned out that Jeongin wasn’t too interested in talking about the musical. You were confused, but not upset either.

“You’ve starred in how many musicals?”

“Thirteen.”

“How?”

“My irresistible charms, that’s how.”

“Buddy, if there’s one of many things you lack, it’s charm.”

“You sound peanut butter and jealous, my dear friend.”

“Weren’t we here to go over lines.”

You thought you saw a wave of panic and embarrassment ripple through Jeongin’s face. “Mr. Park really converted you into a theatre kid huh.” You played with your dessert, turning it into a slush instead of perfectly swirled frozen yogurt. “Well,” you muttered, “I’m not that good. And I’m nervous about performing. I had a solo in choir and it didn’t end all that well. I ran off stage.” His expression softened. “I think you have a pretty voice like made for ballads and soul,” he coughed into his hands, “But not like me. Obviously.”

“If it were not for the laws of this land, I would've slaughtered you.”

You didn’t end up talking about the musical at all, other than that short blurb. Jeongin offered to walk you home, and every night after that too. The places you “discussed lines” switched from cafes to libraries, or little local diners that served milkshakes.

“I think you’re just using this an excuse to hang out with me,” you teased, “I think you actually enjoy spending time with me.”

“You’re a gremlin” he responded, not taking his attention from the video game, “But you’re the other lead. So I have to.”

“Those sound a lot like excuses to me, Jeongin. Maybe…” you gasped dramatically as you killed Jeongin again, finally making you even. “Maybe you like me.” He scoffed, a warm blush spreading across his face as he button-smashed the controller.

“I don’t!” he defended, “I’m just bored.” You killed him again, finally ending that round of the game. Jeongin wiped his hands on his pants. “I don’t like you,” he repeated, “And you’re cheating in smash bros.”

“Someone’s bitter.”

A couple days later, you played again, restarting the round and choosing a cute character from a game you didn’t recognize. “Do you remember the bet we made a while back?” The question caught you off guard. And you received a critical hit on the screen as your focus shifted. “I want to redeem it.” Your character took another hit, and you knew that if you took a couple more, then your character would end up dying. Jeongin spoke again, his voice a little quiet and slightly wavering. “I want you,” he paused, his eyes shifting off the screen to look at you as you pretended not to notice, “I want you to come out with me. On a date.”

You thought Jeongin was joking, pranking you. Not because he had done it before, or because he was the type of person to do so. But because you were nervous, nervous that the guy you liked also felt the same. Jeongin became someone you admired, and you didn’t hide it either. After rehearsals, you always made sure to compliment him. With his sarcastic exterior chipped away, he would mumble some compliment back and change the subject off of him. You hadn’t realized that you didn’t answer until a very panicked Jeongin spoke again.

“Just joking!” he said quickly, jumbling his words together, “Just a joke. Nevermind.”

“Oh,” you said, “I was about to say yes.”

He gave a sigh of relief but still gave you dagger eyes. “I will fortnite dance on your grave.”

“I didn’t know you lost that much dignity.”

The day came, and you were more than nervous. You were downright shaking, it was just a coffee date and you were quaking in your boots. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been at this cafe before, but today, today the stakes were much different. Jeongin had arrived before you, nervously tapping the coffee table as he stared at the door. He stood up when he saw you, making the chair squeak loudly and gained a few looks from tired college students. Cringe contorted his face as he squeezed his eyes shut, sitting back down when you did.

“That nervous, huh?”

“And here I was, about to tell you that you looked cute.”

“I already know that though.”

“Good. But I’m still gonna say it. You look nice.”

“Oh, Jeongin, you make me swoon.”

“Alright. Bye.”

Jeongin did get up, but only to get into the line and buy drinks and snacks. You wanted to pay but he shook his head, claiming that he wouldn’t let chivalry die. And the rest of your date went smoothly.

“Is this the part where I ask you to be my significant annoyance?”

You choked on a strawberry bit from your smoothie. “Annoyance?” you teased, “You wouldn’t have anyone to ‘pratice lines’ with if I didn’t agree to JYP’s intimidation scheme.”

“Is that a yes? Because if not, Woojin owes me money.”

“Nah, no need. Woojin took the cake on this one.”

Time passed and nothing really changed between you and Jeongin, except for the fact that you could hold hands and smooch. The thing is, as the first show approached, you two had in fact, not smooched. As much as you feared that Jeongin didn’t like you in the same way, today you just worried about tonight. Tonight was the first show, your entire family was coming and everyone in the show was taking the day to go over the show. Dress rehearsal after dress rehearsal, until it was perfect. The dancers, led by a trio of ambitious boys, were exhausted. The repetition was getting to everyone. Your voice was growing tired, and the amount of tea you had drunk that day was more than you had your entire life. You were panicking, thinking about how your voice could crack or waver, or how you would forget to sing from your diaphragm. You thought about even as you were being helped by a costume designer, and you thought you could have a panic attack at any moment. As the costume designer let you go, warning you not to run in their craft, you found Jeongin. Tears were already coming down, and you were hyperventilating. You hated that Jeongin saw you this way, and you hated that he’s seen you this way before. But at least he knew what to do, sitting you down and getting you water, helping you pace your breath. And soon, it was time for him to step on stage.

If you thought you had a crush on Jeongin, it definitely crushed you when you watched him sing under the stage light. He looked so good, so passionate, and admiration flooded your heart. As you stepped on stage, you were happy that it was Jeongin with you on the stage and Woojin playing the piano, knowing the pace and how you sang. During the final scene, the very last scene. Jeongin was singing the first song he had when the both of you met in the auditorium. And before the song finished, he pulled you into a light kiss as the crowd cheered.

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Opposites (Androssi Zahard x Yeon Yiwha) (A Tower of God fanfic)

The more time Yiwha had spent with Androssi, the more she realized that Androssi was a whole lot different than what she initially perceived.

At first, Yiwha admitted what everyone else already knew. Androssi Zahard was an attractive woman. Before she became branded as a traitor, she was given tv interviews, admittance to high class restaurants. She even had experience of being a guest commentator on one of those e-sports championships. How Androssi even know the technical jargon speaks to her dedication as a princess.

But what Yiwha came to be attracted to Androssi was the frame around theme being opposites. Opposites in where they come from. Yiwha came from the Yeon family and was a talented Hwayeomsa user. However, she has difficulty in controlling her power to the fullest.

Androssi’s power was different. She didn’t need a fancy shinsu technique to be powerful. She just need to be that talented at using shinsu, and that’s how she got further then her competition.

These thoughts caress Yiwha’s mind, making her uneasy while focusing in a hallway, as she tries to get her nerves together to ask Androssi out on a date, but she usually cowers out due to two or three justified reasons.

First of all, Androssi is a Zahard princess, they’re not allowed to fall in love, so even if Yiwha managed to somehow get into a relationship with Androssi, they’ll have to hide their romantic entanglement from the public eye for the rest of their lives.

The second reason was that Androssi might not be attracted to girls at all. Yiwha doesn’t want to assume, but from all the spare time she had dedicated to spying on Androssi, she could remember it was Baam that was the only person who ever caught Androssi’s eye.

Third reason why was that even if Androssi wasn’t a Zahard princess and would give girls a chance, she clearly has high expectations for herself. Going by that logic, it’s clear she wouldn’t go out with someone who’s vastly weaker then her.

As these excuses were going full circle in Yiwha’s mind, Androssi happened to be noticing Yiwha in her perplexed state, and so stood next to her.

“Hey!” Androssi shook Yiwha’s shoulder to get her attention.

“What…” Yiwha was dazed, but her eyes widen at seeing Androssi so close to her, and had an inwardly shudder that Androssi touched her shoulder. The view of Androssi was more intense on a closer look. Her eyes was the significant things Yiwha was drawn to looking at.

Yiwha’s sight expanded to Androssi’s frowning face followed by her two fingers clicking together.

“Gosh!” Would you pay attention when I’m talking to you!” Androssi said, placing her hand on her hip to emphasize her frustration.

Yiwha winced but maintained her composure. “Sorry, I kinda got a lot on my mind. Was there something you need?” Yiwha asked, making sure to quickly brush her hair down to make it presentable.

Androssi relaxed her posture to a neutral position with a slight smirk. “It’s nothing important, I was just wondering why you were looking so distressed?” Androssi asked. Yiwha sighed. How could she get so distracted thinking about Androssi when she was right in front of her.

Yiwha whipped her head left and right to look for a convenient excuse out of this situation before she risks embarrassing herself in front of her crush. Before Androssi could ask her question again, Yiwha found what she was looking forward. A clock on the wall that displayed the time.

5:00PM

The hour when the person in charge of cooking would be preparing the food. Perfect! “Oh Androssi, I would love to stick around and chat, but I gotta go help out whoever’s cooking tonight’s dinner” Yiwha ran off, forgetting that she’s making herself more suspicious to Androssi who arched her eyebrows together in confusion.

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Yiwha enter the kitchen and closed the door behind her, huffing after having to exert a burst of energy. She turned her head, wary of the person’s who cooking dinner, but lucky for her it was Hwa Ryun who was fixing together ingredients.

Hwa Ryun glanced subtly to see who had caused the noise, but seeming it was only Yiwha, she continued cooking as if Yiwha wasn’t there in the first place.

Grateful that Hwa Ryun didn’t make a big deal about it, Yiwha tied back her hair into a ponytail and took out an apron to wear. Although Hwa Ryun is more then half way done with the meal, Yiwha could use the distraction from getting clouded with thoughts about Androssi again.

“So, how’s the meal coming along” Yiwha asked, getting into position to respond to whatever Hwa Ryun needs. Yiwha doesn’t have the best cooking skill, but under strict guidance, she had slowly gotten better to the point she can help out someone who’s already better at cooking.

As though Hwa Ryun hadn’t heard what Yiwha said, she kept cooking the meal and finished any minor adjustments. She put the finished the finished meal into the oven and sat on the kitchen counter, taking her mittens off along the way.

“You seem troubled” Yiwha could feel Hwa Ryun’s one eye peering into her soul, and she flushed, revealing right away Hwa Ryun’s suspicions were true. She only need to take one look at her, and it’s like you can’t hide something from her.

Yiwha blushed. There’s no point hiding anyway. “Well, how should I put it....” Yiwha fumbled her fingers together to realigned herself. It’s not like she’s confessing to Androssi. It’s Hwa Ryun, the person who probably had kept a lot of dangerous secrets herself. “I-I have a crush on A-Androssi, and I can’t seem to rack up the nerve to tell her how I feel!” Yiwha took in a deep breath and released it. She did it. She actually declared her feelings for Androssi. Although her cheeks were flaring red now, like a piece of metal that was taken out from a furnace, and her hands felt sticky from all the sweat, it was a huge accomplishment for Yiwha to tell somebody else what she felt on the inside.

“Congratulations. I wasn’t expecting someone like you to fall for her, but it’s not for me to judge where people choose to walk on their paths” Hwa Ryun said, playing with one of the loose curls on her fringe.

“I wouldn’t say I chose to have feelings for Androssi” Yiwha gained her composure once more and sighed. “It’s sort of like a slow gradual build.” Yiwha said, leaning back against the kitchen counter as she closed her eyes. “I first noticed her courage and independence and wanted to be like her. But as soon as I got to a permanent position to be in her presence more, it’s like I notice more things about her.” Yiwha rambled, feeling the shudders come over her, but they were the good kind of shudders.

Images of Androssi flooded Yiwha, some were in the best light, remembering the first time they met as well as getting to see first hand of Androssi being the personal contribution to completing more then several floor tests. But as well, Yiwha saw her worse moments, like her meltdown after seeing Baam leave to rejoin FUG. It took the combined force of Khun and Wangnan, plus Hwa Ryun on the third day, to break Androssi out of her shell and back on her feet.

Despite that, seeing Androssi back on her feet, brought to light as to how the best and worst traits of her personality bought together visualized an image of Androssi gleefully smiling, a smile so beautiful, Yiwha would gladly burn the entire tower to ashes if it means preventing the forces of Zahard and maybe fate itself from wrecking that smile.

Yiwha opened her eyes to find Hwa Ryun leaping off the counter, and did a simple nod to Yiwha. “Then you know what path you must take. Oh, it would be convenient if you confessed your feelings before dinner is served. That way you don’t have to use any money for your first date.” Hwa Ryun said, then she checked the oven timer to check when the food is about done.

Yiwha blushed at the scenario, but steeled herself for a possible rejection. “Alright, I better go then. Thanks anyway, Hwa Ryun. I’m really glad you chose to stay with us” Yiwha said as she did a simple bow.

Hwa Ryun waved her off. “My god doesn’t need me anymore. My path now is to prepare the remainder of his friends so that they can be at his side for the king’s day of reckoning.”

Yiwha nodded in return, knowing the stakes involved. She bowed once more and left the kitchen, ready to either be happy for the rest of her life or be disappointed by the outcome.

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Yiwha stepped out of the kitchen and walked back to where she ran away from Androssi. She wasn’t there unfortunately. She thought about what likely place Androssi would be in, since it’s close to dinner, Androssi must’ve gone to have a light nap to recharge.

Yiwha walked to Androssi’s bedroom and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Androssi on the other side, rubbing her slightly tired eyes and stifling a yawn, she said “Is it dinner already?”

The butterflies were swirling around in Yiwha’s stomach, seeing the Androssi she admire not putting up a front like before was refreshing. It might even be a positive sign.

“Actually, I wanted to explain myself earlier. Do you mind if I step in, I wanted what I say to be more private” Yiwha said. It probably wasn’t the best move to ask Androssi of something before the confession, but she didn’t want anyone to accidentally overhear.

“Right…” The tired look in Androssi’s eyes went away, and became focused. She stepped back, letting Yiwha walked in. The bedroom looked simple as a bedroom would look. The more floors the team moves up, the more restrictive they’ll have to be with accommodations. Before long, they’ll have to live in the wilderness as they climb up the last 30 floors or so.

“Ahem!” Yiwha cleared her throat. She braced herself and willed herself to not run away like last time. “So, Androssi, I admire you, I feel empowered being beside your side, and it’s good that you are here with us?” Yiwha clumsy said, trying to reach to the thesis of what she’s about to say.

“Ok” Androssi raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to say.

“Recently, I felt something special. At first I thought it’s the same admiration other people had felt for you, strangers and dear friends alike.” Yiwha could feel the same sweat building up. She took a brief breath to regroup and continue. “But it’s something deeper. It’s how despite you being so strong, there’s a deeper side to you. The emotional side I would say…. And I would like to see it, and be close to you.” Yiwha said, coming close to what she wanted to say.

A mixture of emotions popped up on Androssi’s face, but before she could settle on one defining emotion, Yiwha went in for the killing blow. “Androssi, I love you and want to be your girlfriend!” Yiwha said, smiling with relief that she could finally confess her feelings to the person she loves.

Androssi’s mouth was agape for a few seconds then fully closed. It took for a few seconds for Androssi to fully comprehend what Yiwha just said. “I see. I had no idea, it’s kind of an honor. So this is what it’s like to receive a confession in person” Androssi chuckled, her cheeks turned a slight pink.

Yiwha was flushed by the sight of Androssi, but wanted to be absolutely certain whether her’s feelings were accepted or rejected. Androssi caught Yiwha’s expression and decides to explain herself.

“Romance wasn’t a strong trait of mine. Yes, I had a crush on Baam, but it was borderline obsessive and I didn’t have anyone bold enough to tell me that wasn’t the most appropriate behavior to engage in” Androssi said, rolling her eyes at having to admit to her past faults.

“I don’t regret my past feelings, I just didn’t act the way I could’ve. If I had been more assertive, then Baam would completely forget that bitch and be with me.” Androssi laughed again. “But anyway, that’s in the past now. To be honest, I am a bit of a selfish bitch myself, so how come of all the people who’s still climbs the tower, it has to be me. I get that I’m the most attractive, but surely you're not the type of girl who falls for people with a pretty face” Androssi winked, having fun with herself.

Yiwha smiled, clearly this is why she loved her. “I could come up with a million reasons, but honestly, the way you just acted is the most clear example I can point to. Sure, there are people like Baam I could had been interested in, but you just happen to be in the right place right time for me. So, whatever comes our way in the future, I want to be with you when that happens.” Yiwha said, again bracing herself.

Androssi licked her lips as she opened her mouths to show her fangs. “Heh… I didn’t know you could be so tempting. But I see how it is.” Androssi walked forward to capture Yiwha’s palms with her hands and bring it to Androssi’s chest level. “I honestly don’t have the same intense feelings as you do, but I’m willing to give you a trial and see what’ll come out of it.” Androssi said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Uh… Uh…” Yiwha was caught between hugging Androssi for relief, or crying because she achieved a scenario she thought would be impossible.

“Wow, seems like cat’s got your tongue. But don’t worry, I’m sure whatever date you have in mind, I promise to not have too much high expectations.” Androssi smiled, this time was an earnest smile. She reached forward and met Yiwha on the lips, signalling the start of something special that could only spiral from the reaction between two opposites.

#towerofgod #femslashfeb2019

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oursensoryworld · 5 years

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The Introduction

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My name is Jessica

I am 32 also a single mum with a beautiful 4 year old son. Ok so just a warning my grammar is horrible so please be kind. lol I always wanted to write a blog but never had the confidence to do so. Except for today.. When I thought to myself stuff it!! Maybe someone wants to listen to me talk crap, or is going through simular things. Needless to say I need an outlet. OK!

For the point of this introduction, I will start with when my son was 9 months old, and what happened after that.

We all lived in a beautiful little beach town. It was truly paradise! I would ride my bike to work some days, and think to myself how did I get so lucky.

Now you are probably thinking why would you leave then?

I moved back to my parents house after getting home from work one night, and my sons father was drunk again. When I got home He was hostile and dangerous. I tried to kick him out to sober up, but he told me that it was his house and I had not right.

I couldn't take one more second. Called my dad to get my car and I was on the first flight out with my son.

At first It was a welcome move. I was so happy to have the support that I needed. I had been working 40 hours per week plus the house and baby care. My son would wake at least 7 times per night.

Oh dear lord it was horrible. Did I mention the constant crying unless he was being held!

sounds like most babies right? that's what I thought, just normal motherhood not to worry. Just suck it up I would tell myself.

Through the heartbreak of leaving my sons father, I slowly picked up the pieces of my heart, and tried to glue it back together. Many nights of wine, and crying were had by me. its kind of funny now when I look back on it.

At the time though WOW!! What a mess I was.

Little did I know the other struggles, that I would soon be faced with, would test me much more than a little break up ever could.

Still took me 3 years to move on from loving my sons dad though.

So here I am ready to begin again. I found a lovely family day care for my son to attend while I went out to look for work. Everything seemed fine for awhile, just normal motherhood dramas.

My son was 22months when I got the first phone call, that he has been hitting his head against the wall and the floor. Just banging it!

I was told by his day care teacher that she was worried, as she had never seen a child do this before in all her years of caring for children. So my first reaction was have I done something wrong?

Could it be a reaction to my stress causing my son to react this way? All the blaming myself thoughts came flooding in. I had no idea why he was doing this.

Not to mention, that for some time he wasn't making eye contact, or responding to his name being called.

This wasn't my biggest concern at the time, as he was only little. In my mind, I thought he is just a late bloomer.

As my first and only child, I didn't have any thing to compare it to.

I thought he will just grow out of it, or it would just go away.

I took him to Many Drs for their opinions. Most said the same thing. “could be an ear infection, or sinus problem so don't worry too much”

His day care teacher, and my mother sat me down and said “we think he has Autism” My first response “What he is only 22 months old! how can you know that he has autism when he is so young. I didn't believe them, or want to. So I ignored it and continued on.

My son celebrated his first birthday, it was a happy day. it was 40 degrees that day, but we were prepared. There were 3 kids pools, and plenty of shaded areas.

This is when I noticed little difference's in my sons behaviour and other children, of same age, or even younger. For instance the eye contact. The way they would look engaged with their parent. The way they played with other children, and not alone.

Its really had to describe, and probably a poor choice of word but, a maturity difference is the way I would describe it.

As he grew, he became very violent towards me, and other children. Always biting, hitting and throwing toys across the room was a daily occurrence. It became difficult for him to stay in family day care, for the safety of the other children.

It was insane, I tried to talk to him, I took advice from what felt like a million people. Drs, parents, helplines, support groups you name it, I tried it.

I would say to my friends, How could a child that gets so much love be so aggressive? I was googling one day as you do, and I came across a well known clinic that specialises in children with Autism.

I took him to the Dr again! This time feeling confused and hopeless. =( At home I would cop at least 50 punches, and several bites all over my body everyday. So it was go time!!

I got the referral, and we went to the Clinic.My son walked in and was on his best behaviour of course. lol

She sat and played some games with him, the whole process went for about an hour. She then sat down and talked to me.

The first thing she said, still to this day sticks in my mind. She said “when I first met your son, he seemed to be fine for his age. As the games went on, I noticed lots of things that are very concerning”

She then explained to me what her findings were. Have you ever noticed that when you are playing a game with him, when he runs into a bit of trouble, he will pull your hand to grab what he needs. Without words and no eye contact.

I replied sure. All the time.

She then told me many more things, that I will go into detail in other writings. I was speechless..

Now I love my son the way he is, and have nothing against Autism. At the time though I was uneducated, and when the words fell from her lips,

“ I believe your son has a significant Autism”

My jaw hit the floor. I asked her what does that mean for him? then said, I thought that was normal. I thought a lot of the things he did were perfectly normal.

I use the word “normal” as just a word, not an indication that I think my son or any person on the spectrum isn't normal. Just thought I would put that out there, in case your reading this thinking (bitch please! who are you calling not normal) lol

The feeling of not knowing what to do when you have just received that in her clinical opinion, and feeling so alone.

I got to the car and just cried. The main thought that ran through my head, was just worries for my darling son. Worrying will life be hard for him. What do I even do with this information. Who do I call for help? should I call for help? I racked my brain trying to figure out the answer.

I just felt like I was sort of going in circles.

One of the major turning points for me was.

I was at the Drs one day, and my son had a massive meltdown. He bit my shoulder so hard he drew blood. The pain was so intense, it startled me so much that I dropped him. I still feel so bad about that!

I don't know what came over me. I started whaling and crying so much, in front of everyone. I curled myself up in the foetal position right in the middle of the surgery floor. As my son just walked around the surgery like nothing had happened.

Now when I think of that tragically embarrassing moment, I just laugh.

The receptionist came over to me, she was this little old lady. She wrapped her arms around me.

She gave me the biggest hug, and said “its ok darling, your doing a wonderful job”

That day I got the referral to my local hospital, to see the top childhood Dr

I was very relieved. I would get some answers! For a second opinion, and this lady is apparently the top Dr

We arrived at our local hospital. Now as you may have guessed, or have experience with.

My son is not one for public places and sitting still, he can usually sit still for a total of zero seconds. So when making an appointment its helpful if the Dr is running on time.

This was not the case! she was running 2 hours late!!

I kept asking when is it our turn? I chased my son around the hospital at least 6 times. We got asked to wait in an outside locked space because he was screaming so loudly. it was a nightmare!! My anxiety was through the Roof..

The looks I got from other patients, Its like I could hear their thoughts as the glared at me with their judging eyes and cats bum faces.

All I could hear was, cant control your child, or what a little shit or such bad mother!

You name it! I heard it.. Without anyone of them saying a word. You know the expression a look can say a thousand words, or something like that.

We finally!!!!! got called in, at this point he was over tired and so was I.

The Dr was an older woman with short blond hair. She spoke with an almost regal tone to he voice.

I thought this woman will have the answer for sure. She asked me a series of questions, and examined my son. I was truthfully scared to answer some of the questions, in fear of more judgment.

In hindsight as a mother, we tend to blame ourselves for the silliest things.

I have later learnt its called mothers guilt. Its a bastard of a thing. Anyway getting back to the Dr visit.

Sorry about that little tangent, I do that.

She said to me have you ever heard of a disorder called ODD? I replied No.. What is ODD? She said it is an acronym for something called Oppositional Defiance Disorder.

WHATTTT!!!!!! Now I was angry! I said to her, I came here for help! Not for you to give my son a made up diagnoses.

I then asked her, so how do I fix this ODD? She said there is no cure. What do you mean there is no cure?

She suggested to a program called the PPP Parenting course. That will give you coping strategies, you can learn as a parent, thus in turn help you to control your boys ODD. um NO!

If it was that easy why the hell do you think I'm here!!

Do Drs like you get off on this just giving a child that doesn't quite fit a made up label? Or telling parents that they need to do a parenting program! in order to fix a Neurological disorder. WTF... lol

I practically ran out the door, I couldn't believe the absolute BS I had just been fed. I was driving home shaking my head thinking the nerve of this woman.

I will say this again, its so funny looking back on all of this, its the kind of funny that you laugh and then cringe.

I got home, got my son out of the car, as he is pulling my hair out of my head. =(

So far I have your son has sever autism, and some made up Disorder. well at the time I thought that (speaking in past tense)

So what did I do? I will tell you.

I did what any normal parent does, ask Dr Google =)

Slowly typing in the search bar (What is ODD?) As my finger presses down on the enter button, I am then bombarded with Youtube vids and pages and pages of ODD info.

At this moment I'm like WOW, ODD is really a thing. I feel dumb now. Awkward for me, But holy shit this doesn't look fun. No offence but ODD sucks! I mean that with much love to parents out there. Its in short , everything you say your child fights you. They are violent and just exactly what its called.

I could keep talking and writing for days, but I will wrap it up now with a to be continued!

If you read this and this and this is where you are at in this moment.

I want you to know you are not alone. I wont lie, the road is a long and tough one. if no one has told you your doing a good job. YOU ARE DOING A GOOD JOB. XX Part 2 will come shortly, let me know what you think? be kind lol

Take care. From J

#autism #sensorydisorders #ODD #singlemums #parentswithkidsonthespecturm #lifescurveballs #mystory #sensorykids

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fictional-affliction · 6 years

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Full Circle, Chapter 3

Warning, some lewd language below.

Parents day. Duncan had been somewhat dreading this. He didn't mind an excuse to take off early from work though. Even if he liked his job, which was something he never thought he would. The idea of being a working adult had always rubbed him the wrong way. Duncan never wanted to conform to societies expectations. He had grown up putting together bikes and taking them apart and it was something that he was naturally good at. It turned out that fixing cars was something that was just an extension of that. Soon enough he was working as a car mechanic full time. It suited him.

What didn't suit him? Having to deal with a bunch of parents who thought their kid was best finger painter on the planet. So although he loved his own kid, Parents Day wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. Duncan wasn't the most conventional looking parent and people were so quick to judge. Courtney on the other hand, had been a parent her whole life. Even as a teenager she was always telling people what to do and what's best for them. There were only those rare occasions where he had seen her let loose and act her age. She always had to be responsible and do things by the book. They were opposites but somehow their arrangement with their children had been working out for the past few weeks.

Both parents were sitting at a small table while the girls were showing them some of the arts and crafts projects that they had made. He wouldn't let Courtney know it, but Duncan was glad that Vanessa had a woman in her life. He had dated a few girls over the years, but none of them were deemed good enough to be around his daughter. It was hard for her to grow up without a mother, but he wasn't going to let just anyone into her life. Courtney on the other hand just kinda popped up without warning and became a big part of his life again. As he looked on at the drawings and collages covered with glitter, he heard a conversation stand out to him from the background noise.

"Did you see her ass?" Duncan didn't look in the direction of where the voices were coming from. As soon as he heard the male's hushed words he became intrigued and began eavesdropping.

"I was too busy looking at her rack." Another man responded.

"Damn. I wonder if she's seeing anyone?"

"You're married!"

"So are you!"

"Doesn't mean I can't look! My wife says she's a lawyer." Uh oh. Duncan's first thought was that they were talking about Courtney, then again, she couldn't be the only lawyer in the room.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, I bet she's feisty."

"I bet she's crazy in bed. The conservative ones always are." Duncan's jaw immediately tightened as he felt the rest of his body tense as well.

"Apparently she just got divorced, maybe she's looking for a rebound."

The pair of men chuckled at their remarks. Now Duncan was positive they were talking about Courtney, which pissed him off. Weren't they supposed to be there for their kids, not to check out women?

"She's one mother I'd like to fu-" One of the men was about to seal his fate, because Duncan was a second away from punching this guy in the face; but the creep had paused when he saw his wife walking towards them with their son in tow. Good. That should make him shut his mouth.

"Are you okay Daddy? You look angry, do you need to count to ten?" Vanessa asked with concern from her spot on Courtney's lap. Courtney giggled at Vanessa's innocent question.

"Yeah Duncan, do you need to count to ten?" She mocked him in a too sweet voice. He glared back at her, not wanting to give a response but instead put his arm around the back of her chair. She looked at the appendage then back at him.

"What?" He challenged her to say something.

"Nothing."

"Mommy, look how good I colored in the lines." Addison gestured to a picture she had drawn.

"It's 'how well' honey, and you did an great job." Duncan sat there still silently fuming while Courtney pretended she didn't know what was pissing him off.

The sun was starting to set by the time Parents Day was over and everyone was walking back to their respective cars. It had been chance that Courtney and Duncan were parked next to each other but it worked to Courtney's advantage since there was something that she wanted to bring up to him.

"Do you wanna order pizza or something?" Duncan suggested as he buckled Vanessa into her car seat and closed the car door.

"Sure," She replied closing her own backseat door. "if you tell me why you put your arm around me earlier."

"I didn't put my arm around you, I put it on your chair."

"It's the same thing."

"No it's not."

"Are you sure it didn't have anything to do with why you were in a bad mood?"

"I wasn't in a bad mood! If anything you're putting me in a bad mood right now."

"You wouldn't have to be so defensive if you weren't lying, Duncan."

"I'm being defensive because you're annoying me, Courtney." They were in a stare down and with both of their stubborn attitudes, they could be there for a while.

"You're so infuriating!" Courtney was the first to give in.

"Right back at ya!"

"Just for that, you're buying the pizza." She turned on her heel and stalked over to the drivers side of her car.

"Fine, but we're going to your house!" Duncan yelled after her.

"Fine!" She slammed the car door with another slam being heard soon after, leaving Vanessa and Addison to look at each other through the car windows with confused expressions.

He drove her crazy. Her made her blood boil. No one else in this world made Courtney angry as fast and easily as Duncan could. She held the steering wheel in a death grip on the drive home. She swerved in and out of traffic more erratically than she ever had. For some reason that exchange they had in the parking lot really got to her. It was stupid and childish but every time she could see his truck in her rearview mirror she would change lanes. Then he would change lanes, as if just to anger her further. Courtney swore if she got a ticket for the way she was driving, she was going to make Duncan pay it.

She made a sharp turn down her street and tried to take calming breaths, reminding herself that she had her young daughter in the car and that whatever spat she and Duncan were having was not worth it. Then she saw him again in her rearview mirror wearing some shit eating grin. He had the nerve to wink at her. Courtney scoffed, she was done playing his little game. She wasn't going to stoop to his level anymore. She almost passed her house but the gray siding with the white shutters caught her eye in time. What she failed to notice was the red convertible in her driveway and had to jam on the breaks so that she didn't rear end the shiny bumper of the car. When her heart stopped racing from the almost collision, it started racing for a different reason entirely.

"Stay in the car okay?" Courtney turned towards the backseat as she undid her seatbelt.

"Why?" Addison had already begun to fuss with the restraints of the carseat.

"Just wait, please." Courtney stepped out of the car and stormed up to the red convertible, which alerted the driver to get out of his car.

"What are you doing here? More importantly, how did you find me?" The driver of the car was a tall man in his mid thirties with blond hair and hazel eyes. He wore an expensive looking black suit that matched his overall upscale air.

"No hello, Courtney? Even for your husband?"

#duncney #duncan #courtney #tdi #tda #td #total drama #total drama island #total drama action #fanfic #full circle

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the-glow-of-the-cities · 5 years

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A Five Letter Problem- Prologue (part 2)

Summary: One week ago you found out the possible identity of your father. Now you’ve had one of the most stressful weeks of your life, and you’re having trouble coming to terms with the fact that you might need to leave home.

A/N: Alright, part two! I rlly don’t have anything else to say lol...

Warnings: None in particular

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You flop down face first on your best friend’s soft bed, letting out a loud groan of contempt. You had had a long week. One of the longest of your life. “So, what’s the latest and greatest in Y/N’s messed up family chronicles?” Alice asks, and you can hear the smirk in her voice, picture it on her face. “How’d you know?” Alice had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Alice had been your family for as long as you could remember. And her family had been just as much yours as it was hers. “Bed flop, frustrated groan, and you just got pulled out of class today to talk with guidance and that guy from CPS, what's his name? Jonah? Jonathan?” Alice guesses a few more names before you cut her off. “Joshua,” you correct her, “you ready?” “I don’t know, am I?” “So, they’ve been in touch with Stark-” “Your possible father.” “Yes, my possible father, thank you. Anyways, they said he's coming to meet me and take a paternal DNA test, which I’m sure will come back negative-” “I don’t know, I can… Vaguely… see the resemblance.” “Yeah, well, I can’t. As I was saying,” you shove as much indignation as you can into your words, “In three days he's coming to visit, and in the unlikely case that it does come back positive, I will be moving back to New York with him. CPS has already taken a look around his house- or, well, tower- and confirmed that it’s a fit place to raise a child.” “Wow, New York City, huh.” “Yeah… It’s a long way from Boston.” “It is…” “God, I wish none of this had happened. Sure, maybe my life with my mom and her, uh, situation wasn’t exactly ideal, but we had it worked out, you know. Alimony checks paid the rent and sure that only would have lasted another year, but we’d figure something out. We had a system, I took care of her, she got up and went to work every day, and I would sell psychic readings online to help make up for the money she would blow. It was okay, but now, I might be forced to leave my home, and you guys and go to New York City to live with a bunch of strangers.” “Y/N, I’m sorry.” The conversation lulled, leaving you and Alice to sit in sullen silence, and with silence came contemplation. Your life was changing, rapidly and you couldn’t stop it. Could you? No, you couldn’t. Not this. You couldn’t give up, had to do something, anything, you needed to be in control of one aspect of your life right now. And it clicks. “Alice, I have an idea.” ----- Tony’s POV: “And that’s where we are right now. Questions?” Tony finished catching up the rest of the Avengers. “Hang on,” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose before moving his hand to rub his forehead and finishing his question, “You have a daughter?” “Banner, buddy, did you hear anything I just said?” “Oh no I did, I just think that for a genius you must be pretty damn dumb to have not used protection.” “Thank you, for your astute observation, Banner. Anyone else?” “Yeah, when did you find out about this, and why are you only telling us now?” Steve chimed in. “I only found out about her when Child Services called me a week ago, and I’m telling you now because I need your help.” “With what?” asked Nat. “I want to know what to expect when I head up there to meet her, I want one of you to go into her school posing as a student teacher, or state inspector, or something, and take a look around.” Nat coughs, “You want us to spy on your daughter?” “Well, on the school in general, just to get a feel about what her education may have been like, how kids treat each other, that kind of thing, but yes, I do, a little bit.” “Tony, this is crazy” Banner said, looking confused and mildly horrified. “And?” A long sigh issued from Natasha, “I’ll do it. I could use a little light espionage work to stretch my muscles. Besides, I’d like to get a look at the Starkling myself.” “You have got to be kidding me, this is a horrible idea,” Banner argues, desperately trying to keep his colleagues from going through with this, “Steve, come on, help me out here.” “I would, but Stark’s a lost cause,” the man responds, causing Bruce to grumble in frustration. “I’ll call Happy to get the plane ready, meet me back here in an hour, alright, Romanov? We’re going to Boston.” ----- Your POV: You rinse your hair out one last time before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. Grabbing the towel off the rack next to you, you pat your hair down, so it’s somewhat dry before letting it fall from your head and taking in your appearance in the mirror. Alice’s mom had helped you cut your hair into a short bob, leaving the curtain of hair sitting about an inch above your shoulders, and thanks to a quick trip down the street to CVS, as well as a small loan from Alice, your formerly Y/H/C hair was now a shining shade of Y/F/C. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you just couldn’t help, but giggle. It was so perfect, you couldn’t change anything significant in your life at the moment, but you could damn well change how you presented yourself. You could look how you wanted, and you loved it. Goddamnit, you loved it, you were you, and the rest of the world could judge you from afar because you felt new, excited. You were ready for whatever the world threw at you because you had people that would stand with you no matter what. So you looked at your face and your hair in the mirror, and you smiled. You were ready. ----- Tony’s POV: The sun was just setting over the Boston skyline as the wheels of the plane finally touched down, and Tony couldn’t tell if the lurch in his stomach was from the plane or nerves. No. That was a lie. He knew it was nerves. He was going to meet his daughter. He and Nat sit in silence until the plane stops and the pilot announces they can collect their stuff and get off. Tony sits for a second more, preparing himself, Nat sees this and promptly puts a hand on his shoulder. “It’s going to be alright, Tony. Trust me, this is going to be really good for you, ok?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.” So he stands up. He gets his stuff. He walks off the plane, right behind his friend. And he faces the day with a brave face. ----- Your POV: Bring bring bring. You stir at the sound of Alice’s alarm. Bring bring bring. It takes a moment for you to compose yourself, staying at Alice’s is so new, it’s actually pleasant. Bring bring bring. Alice turns the alarm off and the light on. Time to get up. “Morning,” you mutter. “Morning.” “Tuesday, right?” “Tuesday.” You sit up and feel the cold air of Alice’s room wash over you. You feel rested, more rested than you have in a long, long, time. Usually, you end up going to sleep until 10 or 11, depending on how many people ordered card readings that day, and how much homework you were assigned. Then anywhere from 4 AM-6 AM you’d hear your mother walk, or rather crash, through the door and then you’d spend half an hour helping your mother before you would try to get an hour more sleep. At Alice’s, though… At Alice’s, you could sleep all night and wake up in the morning without having to worry about anything. You hated to admit it, but it felt good. “Well, are you going to get up or sit there and stare into space for the rest of the day?” Alice prompts you. “Shut up, you haven’t moved either.” “Go away.” “No.” “Ok, up, both of us.” “Deal.” An hour later you two are dressed, groomed, packed, fed, and walking to school. You look around at the familiar streets of your city and think about how you might have to leave soon. It’s sad, the city had been there, whenever you were in need of a pick me up you could take a train to the aquarium, sit on the roof and listen to the city, or head over to the park nearby. Boston was your home, you didn’t think you could actually leave it behind, you didn’t want to. You and Alice take the familiar route into the back door of the school and through the halls until you make it to the cafeteria, where the rest of your friends sit around- and on- your usual table. You hug each of them quickly before sitting down. Alice, Caitlin, Meg, Ari, and Taylor, your family. The six of you had been through hell and back together, when rumors that Alice and Ari were dating (stories that were true, but could not get out for numerous reasons), you stuck together, when they found out about your mother, you stuck together, and when Caitlin’s mental health took a turn for the worse, you stuck together. Everyone knows the saying “blood is thicker than water,” but no one knows the full version: “blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” You share everything, tangible and intangible. If one of you was sick, all of you are sick, because you share food, you share drinks, you share clothes, and you cuddle all the time. If one of you hated someone, you all did because you tell each other everything. Living life without them… God, the thought is hard for you to bear. “I love you guys,” you say, your voice cracking in between the words. “I know,” Taylor says, shuffling closer to you and pulling you into a hug, she whispers, “we love you too, so much. It’ll be ok.” ----- Natasha’s POV: Nat walks into the office at Oak Ridge Middle School, five minutes before she was due. She had done espionage gigs before, including ones that involved going undercover, but never in a situation that was particularly safe, so this should be a walk in the park in her mind. Her phone starts ringing, and she sighs, knowing Tony’s name would be on the screen. “Tony, I told you not to worry about it.” “I know you did, but I’m worried.” “Good for you, now go take a nap or something.” “Rude-” She hangs up, cutting him off mid-word. “Excuse me, Marybeth Stuart?” the office secretary says from behind her desk. “Mary will do just fine. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” “Oh, I’m Lisa Hess. Principal Cooke is ready to see you.” “Thank you, Lisa, or would you prefer Ms. Hess?” “Lisa is perfect, thank you. Mrs. Cooke is just down that hall, first door on the left.” “Thank you.” Nat makes her way towards the office, taking note of the newspaper clippings about the staff, students, and the school as a whole, hanging proudly on the wall. She, of course, had done her own recon, and already knew most of the information, but the fact that they were hanging up in the school was telling. It meant that they were proud, and took notice when people did well. As she walked in the door she was greeted by a warm, yet professional office. The principal had pictures of her family on the walls, a soft couch with throw pillows on it in the corner, and one wall completely covered in a bookshelf that was overflowing with books. “Hello, you must be the new substitute teacher,” Mrs. Cooke said kindly. “Yes, that’s me, my name is Marybeth Stuart, but I prefer to go by Mary.” “Excellent, please sit, Mary.” “That’s a nice picture there, is that your daughter?” she asks, referring to a framed photograph of Mrs. Cooke with a woman and a little girl, all smiling happily. “Yes, that’s my wife and me with our adopted daughter.” “How sweet!” Natasha cooed, and there was an unusual sweetness creeping into her voice. “Thank you. Now, most schools don’t do this, but we always have substitute teachers go through a day like a student before they start, just to give you a feel for things.” “That’s what the email I got said,” Nat began, “I think it’s an excellent idea, us subs need to know what classrooms around here look like when the teachers are present, so students don’t mess with us.” “Thank you, I agree,” said the woman, “anyways, here’s a schedule for you today. First, you’re going to Gym, then English, Math, lunch, History, Science, and finally Spanish.” Natasha knew this already, she had hacked into the school’s database the day before and made her schedule an exact copy of Y/N’s. “Sounds good, thank you. Is there anything else I need to know?” “No, I think that’s all. You can head to your first class if you’d like, or the teacher's lounge is up the hall to the right.” “Perfect,” Nat stood up, and walked to the door, but paused halfway there, “Actually, an old friend of mine who I haven’t spoken with in a while has a daughter that I think goes here. Her name’s Y/N Y/L/N.” “Oh, yes, Ms. Y/L/N,” Mrs. Cooke paused, thinking about how to say her next words “Y/N is a highly intelligent, outspoken, and distinguished student. Unfortunately, her home life has been a little rough. Her mother got divorced when she was nine and then started to, well, abuse a few substances to try and cope. She was taken away by Child Services the other day.” “Oh dear, that’s horrible.” “Yes, well the guidance department is working with Child Services to try and reconnect with her father. I just ask that if you see her around today, don’t bring it up, the poor girl has been through enough.” “Of course. Thank you, Principal Cooke.” “Not a problem, I’ll see you this afternoon to sign off on your paperwork.” “See you then.” And with that, Nat slipped out of the office and down the hall to the teacher’s lounge, to do some more digging. ---- Your POV: When the first bell rang, you said quick goodbyes with your friends before you and Ari slipped off to your first-period gym class. “How you feeling?” Ari questioned softly. “Like shit.” “I can only imagine.” The two of you sat on the bleachers, shoulder to shoulder. Ari pulled out her phone and started scrolling. You sighed and pulled out your earbuds, handing one to Ari and putting one in your own ear before shuffling your playlist. You sit like that for a while, waiting for the gym teachers to start class. “Hey, who’s that woman?” Ari says to you, snapping you out of a quite pleasant daydream. You look where she’s looking and see a redhead shaking hands with the teacher- Mr. Cochran. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen her around.” “It can’t be his wife, can it?” “No. There’s a picture in his office, and that is most certainly not her.” “Huh.” Just then Mr. Cochran steps forward and begins taking attendance, bringing your conversation to a pause. ----- Natasha’s POV: Nat’s eyes scan the gym, looking for Stark’s mini-me. She’s just thinking that no one there looks like a potential candidate when the gym teacher approaches her and introduces himself. He explains briefly how he runs the class and says he’s going to start attendance before stepping away. This is her chance. She waits, listening intently until Mr. Cochran calls the name she’s been waiting to hear. “Y/N Y/L/N.” Her eyes scan the room, but she isn’t fast enough to spot the girl. Mr. Cochran finishes and tells the kids they can either play dodgeball or walk around the track. Once he’s sure the kids are all set, he heads back in her direction, and they make idle small talk for a few minutes. During a small rest in the conversation, she scans the room and notices two girls walking around the track and sharing earbuds. She mostly passes over the first girl but the second girl catches her attention, and as the teen walks Nat knows. The second girl is Y/N, and she is most certainly Stark’s daughter. Sure, Y/N may have Y/F/C hair, and her face may not resemble her friend’s, but Nat can see it in the way the girl carries herself. In her confident strides, in the tilt of her head, and in the way she interacts with her friend. She is Tony’s, and they’re going to be damn lucky to have each other. ----- Tony’s POV: “So, Nat, how’d it go.” “It was good, she’s a good kid. Has an affinity for the arts and English, pretty good in Spanish and History, decent in Math and Science. She has a really tight-knit group of friends, and all the teachers gush over how outspoken and accomplished she is.” “Do you think shes… You know?” “Yeah Tony, she’s yours.”

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Peace Offering

Tohr: I paced around the empty apartment, I missed Bella. My heart pulled me to go be with her, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I had shit I had to do first, Scribe, where to start? I remembered the last time I talked to Wrath. I cringed at some of the things I said, yes. I meant them at the time, however, no matter how much of an ass Wrath may have been...he didn’t need me to add shit to his already filled plate, with the lessers and the band of bastard brothers all in one shit roll. Pulling out my phone, I went out front and sat on the porch before dialing Wrath’s number. I let it ring once, twice, thrice before hanging it up. What in the blue balls hell was I going to say to him? Was I still pissed? Yes, but this dagger in the middle of a cracked table also known as the brotherhood, wasn’t helping shit. Fuck...I thought before dialing once more and putting the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring.

Wrath: [The phone rang a few times while I was hoofing it on the treadmill. I heard it, I just wasn't in a hurry to get to it. Apparently the other person was in a bigger hurry to hang the fuck up on me because by the time I got the machine turned off and walked over to where I set my phone it was dead. I growled at the annoying instrument and dropped it right back, turning once more to the grueling run that I set for myself. Of course no sooner had I turned back around then the damn thing went off again.] Oh for shit's sakes! [I picked it up and smashed the button.] For the love of the Scribe, what?!

Tohr: I found myself smirking as Wrath screamed into the phone, there was the good old Wrath we all knew oh-so-fucking well. “Well hello to you too.” I chuckled into the phone, I debated on picking at him, but I didn’t think he’d talk to me if I did that right so soon. “We need to talk.” I said, not giving him a chance to talk, I went on, if Wrath hasn’t changed, then I knew he wanted anything and everything down straight to the point. “Either we can talk on the phone, or I can meet you at the manse.” Was I even wanting to go to the manse, hell no. However, I really didn’t want to talk on the phone either. Especially not something this important. Swallowing, “It’s about me coming back to the brotherhood.”

Wrath: [I grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and wiped the sweat from my face. It actually didn't surprise me to hear from Tohr. I'd been waiting for it. Hoping that some semblance of the Brother that I once knew would come back. I sat down on a bench, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. Was he ready? I'd taken this chance once already and it had gone terribly wrong. What made this time different from the last? As much as I loved the Brother, I would not put my family and those under my protection in danger. I thought about it for a moment before finally answering.] Meet me at Darius's in about an hour. [It was nice, neutral ground where I could judge for myself as to whether Tohrment was ready to join the ranks again.]

Tohr: “See you then.” I said and hung up. I stood up on my feet and walked to the truck, I could demat there, but honestly...I figured the drive would have been nice for me to figure out where my head was at. Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I slid into the driver’s side and started the car before cruising it down to Darius’ old house. Man, I missed that fucker.I had no doubt however that he would have kicked my ass for this shit, however I really didn’t care. Losing my best friend, and my mate within a year apart, if even that, stung. It would shake anyone to the core, even someone like Wrath. Shaking my head, I pulled into his driveway and slid out of the door frame and walked up to the porch, there I waited for Wrath, my nerves were already shot to shit, and this just made it worse.

Wrath: [There were a few options in front of me. I could contact Fritz and get him to drive me. There was also the option of bringing the Brothers together for this little impromptu get together. In the end I went with the option that was the simplest and made the most sense. I stepped out on the balcony and let my molecules fly. This was a much more frightening thing since I'd lost my eyesight. But I knew the location intimately. Darius. The old friend who I would always mourn the loss off. He let me stay at his house so often that I could easily find it, even blind as I was now. I reformed on the back lawn, away from prying eyes. Not ideal, because now I was going to have to make my way to the front. No matter. I shrugged the bo staff away from the crook of my arm and used it to help me avoid the landscaping that I knew would entangle me if I let it. I paused as I came around the corner of the house. Tohr was already here. I could smell him, feel him standing there. This meeting was long overdue. I only hoped that it would not go as previous meetings had. A tap of my staff revealed the one step that led up to the door and I managed to avoid stumbling over it.] Tohrment... [My hand found his shoulder and ran to the back of his neck to squeeze it.] It was good to hear from you. [I dropped the hand and fished out the key to the place. As a rule, I despised keys, but Darius made it so the lock could not be simply opened by a trick of the mind. I held the key between two fingers and used a third to locate the lock. It was not an easy thing, but I made it look that way. This was something I'd been doing for a long time, even before I completely lost my sight. Of course I could just knock and the doggen inside would open up. But what was the fun in that? I grinned under a cascade of waist length hair that fell forward. I would not sit back and allow others to do even the simplest thing for me. I entered the house and tapped my staff on the floor to get the attention of whatever doggen was near.] We will be in the drawing room, we are not to be disturbed.

Tohr: I knew it the moment he arrived. The ball of nerves tightened immensely. Ah fuck. Shaking my head, I was about to walk into the back when I seen him turn the corner, okay...looking at him from head to toe, I seen that nothing has changed. Nothing. He was still the stubborn fuck. Tempting to walk over to him to help him, I watched him walk toward me, using the staff to whack away anything that could hinder him. He reached up and grabbed my shoulder before squeezing my neck. I reached up and squeezed his hand before we both dropped them. “Wrath, it’s good to see you.” I said before watching him finger the keys and lock. “I can help you with that.” I told him, before watching him open it, “Or not….you haven’t changed have you?” I chuckled before walking in behind him. As he made the announcement to one of the doggen that maintained Darius’ home, I led us both to the drawing room, man I wasn’t ready as I thought I was to do this.

Wrath: Tell me you wouldn't do the same if you were in my shoes. [I knew that any Warrior with a shred of dignity would be doing the most they could for themselves without the aid of others. It was a weakness to always rely on other people. It was never something that I would stomach. I found my way to the chair that I so often used whenever I was here. The comfort of familiar things. Darius loved it when I used his house. Though back then I didn't use it near as much as I should have. This place always reminded me of how happy he would be to see the Brotherhood drawn together as a unit, living under one roof, with a King in more than just name. And here I was, looking after our lost Brother. I only hoped that he was actually ready to be that. I knew what it was to fight against these things. I eased into the chair and willed the door closed after I knew that Tohrment was in the room. This wasn't a tea and crumpets kind of occasion or I would have had the doggen prepare something. My senses observed my old friend, trying to get a feel on what sort of conversation this would be. Our last few encounters had not been pleasant and I wasn't in a rush to repeat the cycle. I'd been called every name in the book by the one across from me. It was yet to be seen as to whether he actually remembered what we were to each other. The Tohr I once knew would have never talked to his King, and friend, the way this one had. It wasn't that I could not understand the amount of emotional stress he was under, it was just that I wondered whether he could come back from it at all. Or if he even truly wanted to. I didn't say another word. This was his show. He called me. I would wait to hear what he had to say.]

Tohr: “I can’t say I wouldn’t.” I responded. Following him to the room, I sat down on the couch next to him. Rubbing my face with my hand, I took a deep breath and looked at Wrath. He was a good friend of mine, before the losses we took as brothers. I can’t say I felt for him like I had in the past, honestly I don’t feel much anymore, and even less since Bella got away from me. Not willing to think on that, I got on track about the subject on hand, and got all formal for the king. “Thank you for coming to see me my King.” I said slowly, “I think it’d be wise to start with a sincere apology. I haven’t really been myself lately, just with losing Wells, and being under the hands of the Omega, I just...I lost who I was for while.” I whispered.

Wrath: [I hadn't been holding my breath but I did breathe a little easier when I heard the words that came from the Brother beside me. It wasn't simply the words that hit me, it was the intent behind it. Gone was the willful defiance that I'd come to expect from Tohrment. It was a welcome change. Whatever caused it had my gratitude.] And do you now remember who it was that you were? [It was impossible to accept the apology if it was only going to be flung back in my face three seconds later. I had hopes that this was not the case. But I'd been proven wrong so many times before with this particular male.]

Tohr: “Honestly...no. I don’t. However I know that Darius would kick my ass for this mess.” I breathed out. It was the truth, I didn’t know who I was, nor did I know who I’ll become in the future. However, I do know that this shit between me and my brothers needed to end, “I’m tryin’ here Wrath, I’m trying to piece shit together..” I whispered to him.

Wrath: Well on that one you are most certainly correct. Darius would be dragging you around by your ear right now. [I laughed in a sad sort of way, remembering the Brother that we all knew and loved. It still felt weird to be going on without him. Living in a mansion that he prepared for the day that he knew would come but never lived to see. I frowned and brought myself back to the business at hand.] Are you doing drugs anymore? [Not that we all didn't have our own bouts with that demon, but his was to an extreme that could not be tolerated. As soon as it made you sloppy in battle, it had no place with a Brother.]

Tohr:”No. I stopped them.” I said, looking up at him. Not really sure how to explain them really. “I haven’t went ape shit either. I’ve just been fighting, collecting jars and phones.” I shrug slowly, “No, I have not been to the tombs either. That’s all your guys’ territory...for now.” I smirked. “How is everyone else?” I asked slowly, wondering how all my brothers were doing.

Wrath: Honestly? [My hand came to my face. I popped up my glasses and massaged the bridge of my nose. There were things that I wasn't prepared to tell him just yet.] Everything is a cluster... We are a disjointed mess that I can't seem to hold together no matter how hard I try. [I rubbed my hand down my face, fixing the glasses back in place.] So I gave up. They will do what they will do. I can only pick up the pieces when it is all said and done.

Tohr: I cringed, I couldn’t help it. Wrath losing control? That was something no one has ever heard of. I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it before rubbing my own eyes. Inhaling softly, before exhaling. I couldn’t look up and ask this question, so I didn’t bother. “How are you?” I asked softly.

Wrath: [I straightened up and faced Tohrment, flashing a smile.] As always, I carry on, Brother. Can I count on you to have our backs? [It had been awhile since I could count on Tohr for anything. It would be nice to have another among the ranks in a war that never ended.]

Tohr: “You knew as well as I did, I may have been a dick, or a douche, however you could always count on me.” I smiled, yes that was a bit egotistical of me. “Are you welcoming me back with open arms like a woman?” I teased, I had to break this tension, and with Wrath, I knew he wasn’t telling me something, I couldn’t blame him however. Not with me awol-ing it, or drugging it out. Shaking my head internally, I stood up. “If you don’t mind however, I’m going to keep this shindig place of mine.” I smiled.

Wrath: [My brow arched above the wrap arounds.] With open arms? [laughing] Hardly. You and I both know that it would be stupid of me to simply assume that you have turned over a new leaf without actually backing it up with action. You are on probation. [I stood up as if the subject were now closed.] You keep whatever property you want but at the end of the night the mansion is where the Brothers reside. I allowed you to live elsewhere when you had a shellan and the ended up in her death.

Tohr: I cringed hard at that memory, it wasn’t something I liked to remember, and Wrath knew it. “You think the brothers are going to allow me back at the manse after what happened? We both know better than that my king.” It was then that something dawned on me, he’s letting me keep my place as a brother? It was also something else that dawned on my. “Let me see your ring Wrath.” I said with utter seriousness. No one swore by the ring of the King, unless it was a true promise. I just hoped, this one wasn’t going to bite me in my ass.

Wrath: You think that they aren't? You think that we would all suddenly forget the fact that you are a Brother? [My eyes narrowed, even as useless as they were.] You have been away for far too long if you assume these things. [I straightened, half turning to go. The matter was settled in my opinion. Then he asked for the ring. I stopped and stood uncomfortably for awhile. The trappings of the king were always awkward for me. I held out my hand with furrowed brows.]

Tohr: Feeling bad for the awkwardness part on his behalf, but it was necessary, and in time, he may come to agree. Kneeling, I grabbed his hand and placed my forehead on his ring, the old language slipped past my lips as the oath partook it’s place. “I swear by the ring that is of my king, that I will prove that I have controlled the anger, and thus will prove that you can count on me as you used to.” Making promises wasn’t my area of expertise, I was the one who shot first and asked questions later, well in battles anyway. Kissing the black diamond ring I stood up, and regarded his first statement. “It’s not about forgetting that I am a Brother Wrath, it’s about me walking out, and leaving them all behind.” I said, my blue eyes looking into his covered ones. “Now, shall we get you to the manse?”

Wrath: [I listened not only to the words but the feeling behind it. Emotions were something that could not lie and I read them like a book. He was trying and that went a long way in my book. I nodded finally, sure that things were at least on the right track.] I will hold you to that vow, Tohrment. [A smile returned to my face as I pulled my hand back.] I am not a complete invalid. I can actually manage to demat back to the mansion. Your room is how you left it. Though probably a bit more tidy. [That was the end of the argument as far as I was concerned.] I look forward to hearing your voice at Last Meal. [I walked from the room, using my staff to help guide me around any obstacle between me and the front door. As soon as it was opened my particles scattered and sent me straight back to the mansion.]

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Chapter 5: Things done in secret

There was nothing in the family dynamic that could put a blame for my being transgender as was alluded to in a past book; all of that Psycho blather holds no water and is based on assumptions of an untrained person. It was already in me to become who I am. There is no outside influence to cause this in anyone. The war didn’t do it; my dad didn’t do it. It was all inside of me the whole time.

One of the things I remember was that we moved around a lot as I grew up. It was akin to military life without the uniforms, guns and worrying whether or not dad was coming home that night. I am not sure why we moved so much; my dad changed jobs a lot, and that’s just the way things were. Back then, you didn’t ask any questions, and parents weren’t required to provide an explanation to their kids for why they did things. This moving around became part of our family. I started to not care about friends and isolated myself; there was no reason to get close to anyone because I knew we would be moving before too long. I also became accustomed to the moves and continue to feel that today. I cannot stay in one place more than a few years without getting the urge to pack up camp and move on; I always want to stay in one place in my mind. I wished I had a hometown to call my own, a bar that everyone called out “Norm” as I walked through the door. Ok, maybe not “Norm”, but they could call out “Kristin” or something.

Even though I was there for only a couple of years, there is one place that I do consider home more than any other place I lived while growing up: Lynchburg, Virginia, home of Liberty University. Lynchburg, Virginia is where we attended Jerry Falwell’s church, and I went to his schools. These were my very formative years, seventh and eighth grade. Lynchburg Christian Academy (LCA) left a mark on me that I am still struggling with today. LCA and Jerry Falwell had a very narrow view of Christianity, spirituality and organized religion. To this day they are part of the group that believes “God hates Fags.” Their interpretations and view are ones of intolerance and anything that is outside of their view is evil.

I still find it funny that America has over 2800 Christian denominations and they all think the others are the ones going to hell because they don’t believe exactly as they do. This is a problem that needs some cleaning up. I think a lot of Christians are going to be surprise when they get to Heaven and see Catholics and Protestants, and Jews and

Muslims and a chorus of others milling about. Part of me is hoping that God has a real good sense of humor, and when some of these wacko fundamentalists that are so quick to judge me for being transgender get up to Heaven, He greets them while in drag and an Elvis wig.

At this point in my life, I denied religion and spirituality, because in their worldview they see me as something to be despised and evil. I am not evil as the reverend says. If this was how their god responded to his creation, then they could have him; I wanted no part in it.

During this time at LCA, I was so beaten down by my own thoughts and what I was being taught at school that I had to really reset my life. How did I reset? I would dress up and be “myself” and allow my spirit a brief moment of sunshine.

During middle school years, I would fake being sick about once a month. It was important to spread things out so it didn’t look suspicious. My mother worked outside the home to make ends meet; my brothers and sisters would be at school and my dad was teaching at the school. I would do my whole sick routine, knowing that I needed the brief respite from pretending to be what everyone expected that I was. The waiting was nerve racking. I couldn’t be so ‘sick’ that it would require my mom to stay home and look after me, and I couldn’t look eager to see her leave either or I would be in trouble for faking illness. But once the house was empty and I was sure no one would be returning, I was able to be the real me, I was able to be Kristin even though I hadn’t named myself yet.

The house would be empty and still. It would be strange to be surrounded by so much silence; that wasn’t the norm of a house with five kids. As soon as I was certain the coast was clear, I went into my sisters’ room and would shed the disguise of Chris, all-American boy and put on a dress and shoes and get comfortable being myself once again. On some occasions, I would get the nail polish and do my fingers and toes in bright red. I couldn’t explain why I did it; it just felt normal, like that is what I was supposed to be doing. These times of respite were the only moments where I could reconnect with who I was, with myself and chill out. It was the way that I was able to keep my sanity. It was like I was in the middle of an ocean, drowning, and these days when I would play sick was how I came up to the surface for a gasp of air before I went back under and was immersed in a reality that said I was a male. This reminds me of drown proofing in the SEALs later in life. Our hands and feet are handcuffed tight

and we must survive in the pool doing swims back and forth or just floating for hours. I learned how to be extra careful and remember the exact placement of every item I borrowed so I wouldn’t get caught.

Staying home sick became my first clandestine missions. It was me shedding my disguise of going under cover in a world that expected me to behave a certain way, to talk a certain way, to walk a certain way. During those times I would sneak into my sisters’ room and wear her dresses and shoes and make myself up and walk around the house. These were the few times that I got to be my normal sense. Perhaps those who don’t understand what it’s like to be in a body that says you’re something that you’re not will have a hard time understanding the concept. My body was the ultimate deceptive device, fooling everyone around me into believing I was a male, and only I knew the truth. If my true nature was discovered, if my cover was blown, I could be expected to be punished like any spy, to be tortured to my breaking, whether in the physical sense, or mental. It is still that way today; I could never escape the punishment for not living up to people’s expectation. You have stories like Islan Nettles, from the fall of 2013, whose only crime was living the life of freedom as herself only to be murdered on the streets of New York, beaten to death by three guys who couldn’t accept the fact that she was who she was.

I also had a secret spot to keep my stash of clothing that I would snag from my sisters. My parents and siblings didn’t know about the place and it really was the perfect hiding place. The way the house we were living in was set up there was a dead space under the stairs that no one knew was accessible under the house. There was about five foot of clearance and I couldn’t stand all the way up while I was under there, but there was enough room to keep a choice selection of clothing and to change when no one was around. Part of me wonders what my sisters thought happened to all their missing clothes during this time, but I certainly wasn’t going to bring it up and “out” myself. I mean, if I brought it up, the obvious question would be how did I know that nice pair of white pantyhose was missing.

Yes, once in a while I would take a pair of my sister’s pantyhose and keep them under my mattress to wear as I slept. It was a risk, but I had security measures set up all around the perimeter that warned me if anyone was coming. I had mirrors set up so I could see around corners and I was able to make myself an early warning detection system from electronics

purchased at Radio Shack that would flash lights and buzz at me when anyone ventured onto my turf. Having an electrical engineer as a grandfather came in handy many a time in my life.

Wearing the pantyhose made me feel like I was connected with my real self. When it was cold outside I would wear the hose under my jeans to school or out shopping. If caught, I could always cite the cold weather, but I knew better. It was these times that I was able to be more in touch with my true nature. It was worth the risk.

Sometimes I would leave the nail polish on my toes for a few days taking the chance that I would not get caught in the bathroom or at school. At the same time, I was wishing I would get caught, and then I could profess my own inner struggle and my wishes to be a girl.

I was always torn and in anguish over my own inner self and the outside world. Throughout my childhood, I would have the same dream over and over, that my struggles would be gone and I could live life the way I was supposed to, that I wouldn’t have to live behind enemy lines and keep the disguise that I was something that I wasn’t. In my dreams, I would wake up and my body would be aligned with who I was. It was a nice thought, go to sleep and wake up with everything right in the world, including my anatomy. I would watch the sitcoms where people would switch bodies with someone else and would fantasize that one day I would wake up as the girl that I knew I was. It is a common way of thinking for transgender people. To transform into the right body is so much work, but I suppose that is why magic is so appealing. It was the thoughts of this magic that got me through those days.

Instead, I lived life as Chris because that is what I was supposed to be. My family was like any other family and I was like any other boy on the outside; I played football, fished and rode bikes, I acted like the boy that everyone expected me to be, and the world was none the wiser. I was a good spy, and I played the game as long as I could.

#Kristin Beck #Lady Valor

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Dirty Things to Say to a Guy: 25 Creative and Sexy Sext Messages

Whether in a relationship for years or just starting out, sexting your boyfriend is a fun way to get spicy! Here are the best dirty things to say to a guy.

Sexting has been around for a while now, but some of us have yet to take the plunge. If you are looking for new ways to turn on your partner and get them all hot and heavy under the collar, sexting could be a winner! Many people who want to try sexting for the first time get a little put off because they don’t know the right kind of dirty things to say to a guy.

Of course, the permanence of sending a sexy text to someone else is also a little nerve racking. However, if you are in a relationship with someone you trust, there is no reason why sexting can’t be anything from light-hearted and fun to a full blown-steamy conversation that leads to you both ripping one another’s clothes off the next time you see each other. [Read: 30 hot sexting examples to start a naughty sext marathon]

25 dirty things to say to a guy and arouse him

So if you are a sexting newbie, or perhaps you’re an old hand and merely looking for new ideas, why not try these dirty things to say to a guy and see just what a difference it makes when it comes to injecting a little bit of passion back into your relationship?

#1 I had a dream about you last night. This is fun and playful. Your man will be able to see where it is going but it also gives them an excuse to opt out if they are not feeling so in the mood without you feeling silly. If they respond well, then make sure your dream was a hot one! [Read: 12 super-steamy sexting tips to turn a guy on instantly]

#2 What are you wearing? This is an age old classic chat up line, so if you send it to your crush, they’ll know you mean business. Hopefully, they’ll respond with something sexy and then you can let the games begin. [Read: 40 flirty questions to ask a guy and leave him thinking of you]

#3 What are you doing right now? Starting off with something simple is flirty, but it doesn’t have to lead anywhere if you don’t want. It’s a good way to see if they are in a flirty mood, you can judge by their response as to whether you should take it further.

#4 I have been thinking about you all day. This can be interpreted as cute and romantic or as a subtle hint to turn the conversation towards more explicit thoughts. This one is an excellent way to start if you are feeling a little nervous!

#5 If I were with you right now what would you want to do to me? This is a perfect sext to get the ball rolling. It opens up the conversation allowing him to respond accordingly. If they reply with something super filthy, you’ll know they are into it too and can take it from there! [Read: 20 sexiest texts to send a guy and seduce him]

#6 Sucking on a lollipop and thinking of you. This one kind of speaks for itself!

#7 Lying in bed and bored, want to come over and change that? This is a great way to start a sext conversation. Even if he can’t come over, he’ll have that image of you in bed going round in his head all day!

#8 I’m horny right now. Plain and simple, you can’t be much more direct than that!

#9 Listening to this *insert song with dirty lyrics* and it’s making me think of you. This is a fun sext to send. He might not know the song so will have to search for it to find out what you mean. Maybe he’ll reply with an equally sexy song and say that he’s thinking about you too!

#10 What you did to me last night is making me wet just remembering it. This is a pretty horny sext to send and perfect if you got down to some action the night before. Sending this will make him remember it too and get you both geared up for round two!

#11 I am touching myself and thinking of you. There is nothing quite like knowing how much you turn someone on, so this always goes down a treat. [Read: 35 texts to make him hard and crave your touch]

#12 Just out of the shower. Again this one is ideal for beginner sexters! You are playing with their imagination and turning them on with just the simple image of you hot and wet!

#13 Have I told you how sexy I find you? Paying your partner a compliment is always great, and if you want to start a sext conversation, this is a good opener.

#14 I have a surprise for you later. This is mysterious and intriguing and is sure to have them responding. Desperate to find out just what you have in store!

#15 I want you now. Another simple and direct approach, you can’t go wrong! [Read: The sexiest ways to talk dirty over text and turn a guy on]

#16 I can’t wait until you get home later. I am going to tear your clothes right off. This builds up anticipation. Telling your boyfriend exactly what you are going to do to him later is a serious turn on.

#17 You. Me. Naked. Tonight. No questions asked, no need to reply. Just a simple statement like this can get him all hot and bothered and desperate for the day to end!

#18 Good morning. I am not wearing any panties today. Just thought you should know. This is one of those dirty things to say to a guy that works particularly well if you work together, or even if you are just chilling at home. Knowing that you aren’t wearing underwear will drive him wild with desire! [Read: 20 reasons a good morning text is so important]

#19 I want to act out your wildest fantasy. Just tell me what it is. Letting your man know you are up for any crazy, dirty, hot fantasies they have is going to go down well!

#20 Let’s call in sick and stay in bed all day. A suggestion surely no one can refuse!

#21 When I see you later we are going straight to the bedroom. Again, this is a great one to send if your partner is out for the day or you are planning to meet up later.

#22 Bring whipped cream. This is a fun and flirty text that lets them know exactly what they are in store for later! [Read: How to talk dirty to a guy and sound really sexy]

#23 I’m touching myself right now, wish you were here with me. Building up a hot mental image will leaving your man feeling super horny!

#24 I’m picturing you naked right now – it’s making me horny. Again you are giving a sexy compliment that is sure to turn him on and make him want to get naked in front of you again and again!

#25 You’re so sexy it takes my breath away. Guys and girls alike both love this. It will give them confidence and make them want to show you exactly how sexy they can be! [Read: 20 compliments your man will be dying to hear]

Some other tips to master the art of saying dirty things to a guy

Emojis

Emoji can be great if you want to keep your sexts lighthearted and cheeky, though use them sparingly if you are getting down to the seriously dirty chat.

Time and place

Make sure it’s the right time to sext. If you’ve just had a fight, your boyfriend is in a bad mood, or their cat’s just died, you might not get the response you were hoping for!

Make sure you have the right number!

Double, triple, quadruple check you are sending your sext to the correct number. Particularly if Dan, your boyfriend, sits in your phone book next to Dad! [Read: 10 biggest sexting rules you shouldn’t ignore]

Don’t do anything you are uncomfortable with

Sexting is all about getting turned on and having fun with your partner. When you’re thinking of dirty things to say to a guy, but if the conversation goes somewhere you feel uncomfortable, gently steer it back. If they ask for dirty pics etc. only send them if you completely trust the person and you actually want to!

Also, don’t make promises you don’t want to keep. It’s all well and good telling your boyfriend you are going to tear their clothes off when they walk through the door. But if they come home to find you slobbing out in a tracksuit and shoving last night’s cold pizza into your face they might be less than impressed!

[Read: Go flirty or dirty with steamy sexts for your man]

If you’re not sure of the right kind of dirty things to say to a guy to excite him, why not give some of the examples above a go? Sexting done right can be flirty, hot, and super fun while adding an extra spark to your relationship too!

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