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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It’s a running joke in the manor that Tim’s kid was like a cat

And he would never admit that he could kind of see it himself.

The climbing, the ability to go from zero to a hundred in energy, and unfortunate ability to be too cute to actually get mad at him for anything he does.

Finding said son running out and about when there was breakout was pushing through.

“Hi Dad!!”

“Danny! What are you doing out here?!it’s still lockdown chickadee!”

Danny looked down at the ground and scuffed one of his shoe against the pavement.

“I know… but you’ve been gone so long and I’ve been worried!”

Tim sighed and tapped his comm,

“Oracle, please keep lookout for the next couple minutes.”

And crouched down in front of his son,

“You haven’t been home in a while and I missed you..”

Tim sighed as he wiped a tear from Danny’s face.

It was almost unfortunate how much the kid took after him.

“Kiddo I’m sorry, that’s my fault, I know we haven’t been able to hang out for the past week-“

Danny stomped a foot in frustration,

“No you don’t understand! You forget to sleep when you don’t come home ‘n’ great grandpa Alffie said we got to sleep because it’s good for you ‘n’ that when you don’t you are more likely to get hurt! I don’t want you hurt!”

Tim wanted to argue, and say that he was fine. He’s been taking cat naps between searching and the fights. If it was anyone else in his family he would’ve done so.

But this was his son, his little chickadee who loves so much and worries about himself so little.

He needs to set an precedent before bad habits emerge.

Picking Danny up, Tim set him down onto his hip and stuck his chin on his head.

“You’re right, I guess I haven’t been being nice to myself like I’m supposed to. How about we go back home and I’ll lay down with you for a couple hours?”

Danny peered up with glassy eyes,

“Can you stay for breakfast?”

And didn’t that just hurt to hear? Faded memories of asking that same question only to be given this almost pitying look danced in the back his mind.

“Sorry kiddo, but we just don’t have enough time before our flight but don’t worry when we get back we’ll have a family day, just the three of us!”

Clearing his throat Tim met his son’s eyes.

“Sure champ, and when we finally get joker back in Arkham we can ask everyone to have a family day, how does that sound?”

Stars almost seemed to take over Danny’s eyes as he let out a little gasp.

“Really?!”

“I promise.”

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Yes, many of Danny’s mannerisms were reminiscent of a cat, but this was new.

Tim pinched his eyebrow in exasperation as he looked at his siblings.

He wished he never got up this morning.

“And how exactly did Danny somehow get a crowbar?”

The kid in question just happily swung his legs as he sat on the bench unaware that he himself was going to be getting a far longer conversation as soon as they got back to the manor.

“To be honest.. in hindsight, not my brightest moment.”

“WHY IN GODS NAME A CROWBAR?!”

“He said he needed something to help take care of the trash! I thought he would use it like a knapsack or something!”

Jason Thew his hands in the air, and Dick let out a snort while he nudged the mess of a clown next to him.

“Well he very much did use it for something.”

“Nightwing! I’m just as mad at you for somehow loosing the kid this badly to begin with!! You. Are. Not. Helping.”

“I know but I’m just saying, he gets his dramaticism from you.”

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At the end of the day, Joker ended up paralyzed from the neck down.

Jason and Dick were both no longer allowed to babysit Danny alone.

And one little munchkin was, though very much grounded, hailed a hero by all of Gotham for the actions that were live-streamed by onlookers.

And once he was no longer grounded, he did get his family day.

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your3fundamentaltruths · 2 months

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"Penelope Isn't Owed Colin's Feelings"

Some parts of this fandom have a tendency to elide and otherwise get twisted the following regarding 2x08: (1) why many of those who are unhappy with Colin are unhappy with Colin and (2) why many of those who sympathize with Penelope sympathize with Penelope. And that's only more apparent in the reactions to the season 3 scene released on Valentine's Day.

It's not about thinking Penelope is owed Colin's feelings.

People are unhappy with Colin because of how he expressed that he wasn’t interested in Penelope – both because friends shouldn’t talk about their friends that way in general and because she’s in a more socially precarious position than he is and his seeming to think her less-than only makes her prospects worse. Even if Penelope didn't have feelings for him, it still would have been viewed unfavorably.

Some like to say the latter point about damaging Penelope's prospects isn’t a big deal because Penelope didn’t have prospects before 2x08 so she’s not losing anything when it’s actually a bigger deal for that very reason. Speaking like that about a Daphne/an Edwina/another popular, sought-after girl would be seen as sour grapes or otherwise not reflect badly on the girl, but saying something like that about a wallflower who has no dowry is just pushing her further down and increasing the likelihood that she’ll never have any prospects, particularly when Colin’s just been seen leading her out of a ballroom after being regularly spotted in her company. What’s wrong with her that, despite all that, the notion of courting her is not just unappealing but laughable? the rest of the ton will wonder. And Colin will recognize why this wasn’t great because he’s a fundamentally decent and sensitive person and will likely also recognize that Pen’s confidence is ground to dust at the beginning of the season. Neither of these things will sit right with him. Hence, the “confidence lessons.”

Yes, Colin’s not perfect and he's allowed to make mistakes. He's only human. But this mistake hits Pen (and the audience) harder because he's otherwise been good and kind. And because we know, even if she doesn't in that moment, that he will feel very badly about it because he's a good guy and will hate to have hurt her.

Penelope falls in love with Colin (even if not in the fully-fledged, "see all of you" way that they both will this season) because of the kind of friend he is to her, i.e., his kindness. The fact that she develops these feelings in the course of their friendship and that these feelings sometimes influence the ways she acts doesn't make her some kind of awful predator lying in wait who feels entitled to having her feelings returned as I've seen implied by some. This makes her someone in love with her friend, which is a necessary part of a friends-to-lovers story. Hope ≠ entitlement.

And people sympathize with Pen not because they think she can do no wrong or because they believe she is owed Colin’s feelings but because, even knowing that no one is owed anyone else’s feelings, they see her grappling with unrequited feelings in particularly painful ways. In season 1, they watched her have a front-row seat to the person she loves romancing someone else, mostly in her own home, up to an engagement and near-elopement. At the beginning of season 2, they watched her and Colin talk past each other in the "you do not count" scene in a way that hurt her, even if they know that was not Colin's intent, after the pair of them spent the off-season writing heartfelt letters. They watched her hopes build up all throughout the rest of season 2 until the very moment she overheard him (more on that shortly), even if, again, it would never have been Colin's intent to confuse her or lead her on. Colin and Pen are simply not on the same page.

So people have all this context coming into 2x08. But most of all, they understand how badly it would hurt to hear anyone you care about, let alone someone for whom you have feelings (and doubly so a dear friend for whom you have feelings) say something like that in that tone and laugh, let alone in your own home on the same night you've just lost your best friend.

Relatedly, let’s talk more about why the Featherington ball was a night of such high highs and low lows for Penelope. Up until that point in the season, Colin had shown her such care, including just a little while before and, while for him it is exclusively in the spirt of friendship, it's very much unintended mixed signals, i.e., more talking past one another. The ways Colin expresses his friendly affection for Pen are at odds with what was widely considered appropriate behavior in their time between a man and a woman who are neither related nor romantically involved. In fact, by the standards of Regency England, Colin is taking very significant liberties that are inappropriate between opposite-sex friends of marriageable age who have no intention of becoming more than friends (and even between those who are romantically interested in one another but still unmarried). For example, Portia would have been considered justified in demanding that they marry just after finding them alone together behind a closed door in 2x08 doing nothing else otherwise untoward – and likely would have, had she not been so shaken up by Colin figuring out the gemstone scheme. And, yes, Pen is not pushing back, is meeting him where he is, because she likes it and because she also values their friendship and wants it to mean more – but, in the context of their time, it’s even more understandable that she’d read more into it than someone now. And even someone now might read into some of the things Colin says and does and get confused and then hurt upon learning they're wrong and that their friend only has friendly feelings toward them, particularly in the way Penelope is forced to learn that she's wrong.

Does that mean Penelope's reaction in the new clip is the kindest or fairest? No. But she’s human and she’s hurting. She's a lonely nineteen-year-old girl really struggling to find her place in the world who heard her dear friend express his lack of interest in her in a really disdainful-sounding way inconsistent with both his immediate and long-term private treatment of her. That’s really jarring and she not unreasonably concluded that this happened because he finds her embarrassing. If you were her, might there not be a little voice in the back of your mind wondering whether this is even the first time he’s spoken about her that way when he thought she couldn’t hear him? Still, I expect she’ll also feel badly that she spoke to him the way she did, especially in the face of an earnest apology from Colin about what he said, or she wouldn’t accept the offer of the confidence lessons and it would take longer for them to get to where they are in the “remarkable shade of blue” scene in the second episode. Let's give her space to come to that place. Let's show her a smidge of grace instead of assuming the worst of her and anyone who sympathizes with her.

Lastly, some of the same people who are mad about what Pen said and how she said it in the Valentine's Day clip (1) complain about the way the fandom is too hard on Colin for not saying things exactly right and (2) spent months preemptively raking Pen over the coals for "ghosting" Colin, for holding "never dream of courting Penelope Featherington" over his head for ages, for publishing it in Whistledown to punish him rather than talk to him directly, etc. So let’s give her a little credit for ultimately saying it outright to him, even though it must have been mortifying to do so when she believes she embarrasses him. Did it feel nice to Colin not to receive any replies to his letters? Of course not. It wouldn't feel good for any of us. (Side note: I hate that his family seems to have mostly left him on read, too! Don't get me started on that.) But would you want to reply to someone whom you believe you embarrass and who you believe has been two-faced toward you (i.e., being kind and friendly in private and laughing at you in public)? But to her credit, when confronted, Penelope does say why she's upset.

And no, Penelope does not owe it to Colin to further mortify herself by explaining that her feelings for him made his words last season that much more hurtful. (I’ve seen people criticize her for that, too.) Not sharing every single thought and feeling that crosses her mind does not make her Bad – neither a bad friend nor a bad person. Again, have some empathy and be honest: is there any scenario in which you would you be eager to tell someone you had feelings for them after hearing them laugh at the thought of you being a serious prospect for them? If Penelope does at some point admit her own feelings (and the longevity of said feelings) before she hears a declaration of love from Colin as she does in the books, then she is brave as hell and hats off to her, but not doing so at this stage would not be some dereliction of any friendly duty to Colin, especially not if she forgives him for his words as we know she does.

Actually lastly: not forgetting something entirely doesn’t mean you haven’t forgiven someone for it or are trying to punish them for it. It would not only not be Bad but also entirely understandable if Penelope had doubts when first confronted with a proposal from Colin later in the season, especially if it immediately follows the carriage scene. It would not be unreasonable for her to think this arises from a sense of gentlemanly obligation or lust or both, especially when she's familiar with his tendency to want to play the hero and when she has every reason to believe that his engagement to Marina came on the heels of a seduction. Grappling with understandable insecurities, including a fear that she might be inadvertently entrapping him, too, would ≠ Penelope trying to punish Colin for 2x08 or for not having feelings for her from the start if the show goes down that route.

#polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton #I love them and I wish people would just allow them BOTH their humanity #and not assume the worst of people for trying to do so

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merakiui · 11 months

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Mer Eggs Anon back again

Okay hear me out Mera-

The fwb into yandere into parents- omegaverse style

Darling is having so many problems with their heat and strikes a deal with one of (or all 👀 maybe they take turns) octatrio to help, in return you help them out too with their ruts

Slowly overtime it goes from Fwb to one-sided affection to obsession

But one day somehow (we know how) Darling is pregnant, despite being so careful with contraceptives and protection (scheming boys always win) and hides it. the time for their next heat comes and the boy asks why they aren't in heat (they know), and darling has to tell the boy that they are pregnant

Pull the "I understand if you don't want to be a dad-" and darling is promptly cut off by the joy the boys feel, they proudly claim darling as theirs, he will be a great father and all this other stuff.

And darling is too overwhelmed to even notice that the boy seemed a bit too prepared to be a dad... somehow everything seemed prepared already

It all comes crashing down eventually, darling finding out about the sabotage but by then they are too far along and they already have been claimed, so even if they wanted to they are instinctively bound to their alpha (or alphas)

Okay rant over-

Signing off,

Mer Eggs Anon

MER EGGS, I LOVE THIS AAAAAAA!!!!!!! OTL omegaverse with (supposedly) surprise, unintentional pregnancy is so yummy omg omg!!! <3

Imagine after learning that it was all fully intentional and that he sabotaged your birth control you try to confront him because you’re so shocked and upset and hurt and betrayed and disgusted, but he’s being so sweet to you, telling you you’ll be a wonderful parent, that he’s here for you every step of the way, that this will be perfect—don’t you want a family? You want to be a parent, right? Right? And suddenly you’re not sure why you’re so angry anymore… or!!!! Conversely, holding your ground and not letting them lead you astray with so many hypothetical questions and subtle topic changes, but your determination crumbles when he gives you a dead stare and says, completely serious and stern, “You’re keeping the baby and you’re building this family with me.” Or something along those lines, and he purposely releases too many strong pheromones so you’re forced into submission. You have no choice but to drop the subject and meekly agree because it’s an unfortunate biological fact that omegas are immensely weak to lots of alpha pheromones, especially pregnant ones who have already been marked and claimed by said alpha(s). <3

Omg omg omg also that trope in omegaverse where the pregnant omega misses the alpha when they’re not home, so they surround themself with the alpha’s scent (whether by wrapping themselves in the duvet on their bed or hiding away amongst their shirts in the closet or by rifling through the laundry to find an article of clothing that smells a lot like them). Aaaaa it’s purely instinctual that you’re doing this, but he’s so pleased to come home to find you so compliant and weepy for him, unable to avoid omega instincts.

Floyd’s the easiest to deal with (and easiest to charm). But then he’s also really good at unintentionally charming you because he’s just so genuine and loving and helpful, and he wants so badly to be part of the baby’s life. Also he’s so good at pregnancy sex????? You’d think he’d be rough or lose himself in the moment, but he’s eerily soft—arguably the most gentle sex you’ll ever get from him. <3

Jade may be particular about certain things, such as making sure you aren’t doing too much hard work because he doesn’t want you to injure yourself or the baby, but for the most part he’s just pleased to start a family with you. I think you’ll see more emotions from Jade because he doesn’t take as much care to veil all of them. He’s just so overwhelmed with happiness, so he smiles a lot more—smiles that actually show teeth—and he’s practically glowing with joy and excitement. You even caught him humming when he was preparing breakfast! T-T he becomes so fluffy, so one way or another you’ll find yourself charmed. How can you not when he takes such good care of you?

Azul is a bit of a mess (a lot of a mess, actually), so he frets over every little detail. He wants you to be comfortable at all times, so everything he does is for your sake, even if it means he has to sacrifice his own comfort. Azul was ready to repaint the entire kitchen because you (in the midst of a pregnancy mood swing) whined about how the blue makes you think of gloomy, rainy days. :( Azul just wants you to be happy because when you’re happy he’s overjoyed. <3 you only need to exist and he’s the happiest mer in the world, so there’s no need to entertain escape. Not that you’d get very far. :)

#twisted chit chat #mer eggs anon #tw: omegaverse #tw: abo #tw: pregnancy #yandere twst #there’s something about alpha azul that makes me feel just slightly unhinged <3 #maybe it’s because a part of me thinks he’d masquerade as an omega #or he’d take such care to mask his scent and nature as an alpha #BUT AAAAAAA OTL WHEN HE REVEALS HE’S ACTUALLY AN ALPHA #losing my mind just a little bit over it :)

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miura-ayme · 11 months

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Scaramouche X Reader

I just wrote this for my Wattpad story but thought it would be nice to publish this

CW: Implied Yandere Behaviour, Implied Obsessive and Possessive Behaviour/Thoughts in the end, sort of Manipulation(not a lot)

NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE BEHAVIOR AT ALL, THIS IS JUST FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES

Your mom kept on asking you to go out on a date with her rich friend's son and you soon caved in and agreed. He was described as a decent man. After hearing about how he was polite, kind, and had a good sense of humour, you thought it would be a worthwhile opportunity to give him a chance and get to know him better. You thought it would be an excellent opportunity to give him a chance and get to know him better.

Your first date turned out well, too smoothly. He treated you well even more than you imagined. You could tell he had a lot of money. Although you had some doubts about this person initially, you found yourself pleasantly surprised by his behaviour on the date. He was respectful, kind and had a great sense of humour, and it was clear he had enough money to be able to provide for himself and you potentially.

You felt a connection and it seemed like the beginning of a promising relationship. There was one downside though, his possessiveness. You noticed that he was becoming increasingly possessive and jealous over the course of the evening. He wanted to know where you were at all times and you began to feel uncomfortable. You knew this wasn't a healthy relationship and you knew you had to end it. You had to make a difficult decision: end the relationship before it got too serious and preserve your safety and independence, or stay and risk your own well-being. So after your last date, you ghost him.

You hated confrontation and he seemed to have given up trying to reach you. You felt relieved and guilty at the same time. You knew it was the right decision, but you wished you had been able to talk to him and explain your feelings. You hoped he would understand and forgive you. You knew deep inside he would never forget what you did to him since you seemed like the first woman he had ever seen other than his own mother and he seemed to have an attachment to you, a strong and deep one as well. You were afraid that he would never get over the hurt you had caused him, no matter how much you wished it wasn't true.

You wanted to deny him so badly, but you too missed his presence and treatment. but alas there was nothing you could do. You just decided to proceed to work and live as if it never happened.

You wish you could.

That was when you saw him surrounded by assistants. Now you know where he got all his money from. You couldn't deny that you were doing financially better than most people like a whole majority better than most and the firm you're currently employed at isn't just any it's top 5 in the world and your position there wasn't high but it was high paying. You were proud of the fact that you worked hard to get to where you were and that you weren't relying on anyone else to support you. You were determined to keep working hard and continue to rise up the ranks at your firm.

You avoided him for the time being; your focus was solely on achieving success. The whole week wasn't difficult at all because you kept yourself busy with work. You were determined to prove that your success had nothing to do with him. You refused to be distracted. He was in his office most of the time. He was the one who had given you the job and had always been looking out for you. You felt guilty for avoiding him, but you knew that you had to stay focused and not let him distract you. He was the one person who could derail your plans.

One day he called you into his office. When you entered you felt the same possessive aura you felt on those previous 3 dates you had with him. Despite all the warnings that he was a distraction, you still couldn't help but feel a connection and familiarity with him. His presence had a strong, almost magnetic pull on you, and you felt drawn to him even though you knew it could ruin your plans. "You called, sir?" you asked as if you never knew the man in front of you. He nodded and motioned for you to sit down. He cleared his throat and spoke, measured and precise. "I think it's time we talked about our relationship."

Oh... after those words you just wanted the floor to collapse under you. You did not want to talk about how you ghosted him. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, unsure of what to say. You took a deep breath and looked up at him, ready to apologize. "Look, I'm so sorry for all I did to you. We weren't meant to be but I know I never had the right to ghost you," you said before anything could get worse. "That's not what I wanted to talk about. I meant our relationship."

Oh... "Uh, is there anything else to talk about?" you responded, nervously. "There is a lot to talk about." He continued, "I want to talk about our relationship and I think it's important for us to understand each other. Can we talk about it?" You nodded, feeling a mix of emotions.

You knew this conversation was going to be difficult, but it was necessary for both of you to move forward. "Please give me another chance. I know I wasn't at my wits about when we first started seeing each other but I promise I'll be better." You hesitated, not sure what to say. He looked at you with pleading eyes, desperately waiting for a response. You took a deep breath and said,

"Let's talk about it... Scaramouche." His name... You knew it like you were familiar with it since the dawn of time but you've only met him for a month.

"Thank you!" He sounded so desperate for you. You felt an inexplicably deep connection with him that you couldn't explain. It felt like you had known each other for a long time, even though you had only met a month ago. You wanted to give him another chance, despite your initial doubts, because you felt that he was worth it and that he could be the right person for you. You decided to take the risk and open yourself up to the possibility of love, giving him the second chance he desperately asked for. "I will spend time out with you again. Just don't rush things, please." you said to him smiling softly, "Yes! Thank you! I promise this time it will be a pleasure," you thought this would be pleasant, it had been a while since you went out with anyone but what you didn't understand was that Scaramouche never changed. In his head, he thought of all the ways to make you his, one way or another. "I know you'll make it worth my while," you replied with a knowing wink, looking forward to the prospect of spending time together. What you didn't know was that Scaramouche already had a plan in motion to make you his own. He smiled devilishly, not yet revealing his intent - he wanted to make you his in the most romantic way possible.

"So... When's the next date?" He asked, smirking. It seems like his personality is back. "I don't know. I'm free Thursday-Sunday night." Scaramouche smiled at the thought. "Perfect," he said. "Thursday it is. I'll come by your place at 8 pm." With that, he gave you a quick kiss and walked away, leaving you to ponder the implications.

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere behavior #yandere x reader #yandere kunikuzushi

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crvptidgf · 19 days

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Bad Blood • pt. V

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, you find it difficult to let go of the past. Your trauma lies deeper than you think. When when you meet somebody who understands your pain, your journey of self-discovery and healing begins to set sail. For once, everything in your life seems to click.

➸ warnings/notes: reader is of romanian descent, afab! reader, mentions of trauma, descriptions of death and traumatic events, profanity, friends to lovers trope, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (18+), trauma bonding, eventual mutual pining, mentions of the golden trio being dicks for the sake of the story

word count: 2.6k

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I FELT AN agonizing, nauseating fit of anxiety the next day. I didn't have a chance to talk to the Gryffindors after my little chat about uniting the groups in the common room. Not that I minded - I was honestly kind of dreading bringing the idea up.

Truthfully, I didn't think they would take it too badly. Sure, they wouldn't be ecstatic about it, but I'd hoped it would run somewhat smoothly.

I was wrong.

"You want to what?" asked Ron, the bewildered expression on his face growing by the minute.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" asked Harry, his eyes fixed on Ron's.

I sighed, feeling stupid for even suggesting it. I knew they wouldn't like it, but I held out hope that they would at least consider it before saying no. Looking off behind Ron, I caught Theo's eyes across the table. He gave me a reassuring nod before looking away.

"Okay well they're willing to get to know you guys. Why can't you just try?" I mumbled, my mood already dropping.

I felt Hermione lean her shoulder against mine from beside me.

"You know we just want what's best for you."

I quickly stood up, Hermione almost falling over from my brisk movement. I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it was high time I stood up for my newfound friends, because deep down I knew that if the Gryffindors didn't eventually come around, I was going to have to choose. My house and my blood, or my friends.

"Not all Slytherins are bad! Look at me," I said as I pointed to myself, "I have never done anything to make you believe in all the stereotypes and assumptions - so what is the problem?"

Hermione went to grab my hand but I yanked it away. "It's not that. They're Death Eaters."

I scoffed. "Their parents were. They didn't choose for any of this to happen, so why blame them?"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted him. I couldn't be bothered to listen to any more of their stupid excuses. I just wanted a peaceful lunch. To be able to sit down and enjoy myself without hearing a rude remark about my house - just for once.

"Ginny's on her way. Tell her I said hi."

With those last words, I picked my bag up and made my way to the Slytherin table. I felt like I could finally breathe as I sat down next to Pansy and Enzo, my shoulders slumping almost immediately in relief.

My phone buzzed in my bag but I ignored it. Instead I filled my plate with sandwiches and continued on like the conversation I just had did not happen.

"Didn't go well I presume?" said Theo.

I only sighed, putting my head in my palm as I picked at the bread in front of me. "What does it look like?" I asked, my tone more harsh than I had anticipated.

Theo threw his hands up in defense, making a funny face at me.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "I guess I just hoped it would go better. Now I feel stupid."

"Alright. None of that," said Pansy. "If they decide to come to their senses - great. But if not, then you always have us."

I chuckled at her statement. Although I appreciated the sentiment, we barely knew each other. "We only met like a day ago."

She scrunched her face up. "So what? Slytherins look after each other. We always have."

I nodded before taking a bite of my sandwich, not even realizing how hungry I was until the flavors settled on my tongue. Nothing would ever top Hogwarts food - even in secondary school it was always my favorite.

"Movie night in the common room today?" asked Theo, his eyes scanning over everybody at the table.

He was met with a bunch of nods and yes's as the group agreed to his idea. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad. I could get to know Pansy, Draco, and Blaise some more - and maybe even extend my friendship to them as well. This would be good for me.

"See you guys then. I've gotta get to class," Theo said as he stood up, beckoning Enzo to join him. "Nothing better than a good ol' lesson from Binns, huh?"

Enzo groaned as he got up, offering me a shoulder pat as he left the table. I finished my sandwich, just barely listening to the conversations around me. It wasn't long before the rest left for their classes, too.

Deciding that I should get some study in, I stacked the plates at the table and began to make my journey to the library. That is, until my phone buzzed. Again.

I pulled it out to mute it, presuming that it was Ginny or Harry texting me - instead I notice Mattheo's name pop up in the notifications.

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- - -

My feet carried me up the stairs faster than I normally would, as if they had a mind of their own. The spiral staircase usually felt like a long trek, but today they're surprisingly easy to get through. Maybe it had something to do with what - or who - was waiting for me at the summit.

Heart thrumming against my ribcage, my legs finally got a break as I reached flat ground again. My breathing was erratic, but instead of waiting it out and calming myself down, I kept walking until I saw those familiar brown locks.

Mattheo was leaning against the railings, smoke pluming around him as he stared out onto the castle grounds.

"Fancy seeing you here," I said as I threw my bag onto the floor.

He jumped a bit as my voice broke the silence, but he smiled at me nonetheless, his body relaxing once he saw it was me.

"You want one?" he asked as he raised the cigarette.

I've smoked before, but I wouldn't say I made a habit of it. The only time I really do is when I'm stressed - or sometimes I only do it socially, and right now I would say both of those cases were true.

"Sure, why not?" I reached my hand out as he pulled one out of his pack. I wet my lips before putting it between them.

I felt Mattheo lean over to me, his palm covering the wind away from me before he flicked the flint, his fingers flexing as he did so. Shit. He had nice hands. The flame heated up my face momentarily as the lighter came into contact with my cigarette.

"So," he said, leaning back against the rails, "I uh- I heard about what happened today. I'm sorry it didn't go down well."

I waved my hand dismissively. "It's fine, really. I wasn't expecting much."

My elbows rested against the cold metal as I inhaled the smoke, the slightly familiar burn in my throat bringing back memories of the first time I smoked. Enzo and I were 13 and we had asked one of the older students to get us a cigarette. Not a pack, not two, but one. We took about 2 puffs of it together before we decided to never do it again - the half full cigarette thrown out onto the floor outside. I took up smoking again when I was 17. It was my way of coping with what had happened, but even then I couldn't bring myself to make it a common occurrence - it reminded me too much of the relationship that me and him had lost.

"Yeah? I'll be honest - me neither," he said before mumbling a quiet 'sorry'.

The sun rays beamed against my face as I laughed softly. "It's okay. You weren't exactly wrong..." I trailed off, getting lost in my thoughts. "I don't know. I just wish they tried to understand me more."

Mattheo nodded, flicking his butt off the tower, watching it gain momentum before hitting the ground below. We sat in silence for a second before he started to speak again.

"I get that. Just remember that you can't wait forever for them to change their minds. At some point you have to focus on yourself and find other people who will care about you just as much - if not more."

He was right. But I wish he wasn't. I've been feeling so conflicted as of late. I love my friends, but I'm really liking the new ones I'm making. If I'm not able to be myself around the trio then how will I ever break out of my shell? How will I ever recover from the trauma I endured during the Battle?

"I guess it is nice seeing Enzo again. I missed him... and I don't really like how things were left off between us," I said, my eyes not meeting Mattheo's. I felt too much shame and guilt to even look at him.

I heard him shift beside me. "What happened exactly?"

My brows furrowed at this. I would've expected him to know already; or at least the majority of the story.

"Enzo never told you?" I asked incredulously.

Mattheo shrugged, his body turning towards me now. "I don't think he likes talking about it. He only ever told me good things about you."

I felt a soft feeling settle in my stomach knowing that Enzo always harbored the same love I always held for him. I'm glad that even then, he thought of me as a sister - even when I didn't act like a sister should have. My guilt eased a little bit at this information.

"Oh..." was the only thing I managed to say. "It's kind of a long story."

"I've got time," he said before checking his watch, "30 minutes to be exact."

Letting out a breathy laugh, I threw the rest of the cigarette away before sitting down on the floor and resting my back against the barriers of the tower. I patted the concrete, motioning for Mattheo to sit beside me.

"My parents and his parents used to be really close. Like, I was at their house every summer kind of close - but when they found out that his parents joined the Death Eaters, they started acting like they didn't exist. I had to stop talking to Enzo, and distance myself from the rest of my house. It wasn't safe anymore, everybody's parents were turning to the Dark Lord, so the only way my parents thought to keep me safe was if I befriended other houses and left my friends behind. Including Enzo..."

Mattheo only nodded, urging me to continue. His eyes were trained on me as he absorbed every word I said. It felt so good to get it all off my chest.

"But that wasn't the last time I spoke to him," I took a deep breath and continued, "It was the end of our 4th year..."

- - -

Enzo and I were paired for a project in Muggle Studies - it was something I couldn't escape, and I couldn't ask the teacher to change it no matter how hard I tried.

I begrudgingly made my way to the library where I was supposed to meet Enzo. We were only 14 or 15 at the time. My books slammed onto the table as I sat next to him, feeling weird being beside him after not speaking for almost a full year. It wasn't that I didn't want to be friends with him - but I was scared. Scared of what my parents would say, and scared of what his parents would say.

"Let's get this started," I said as I opened my book.

Enzo's eyebrows knitted together. He closed my book right in front of me, hand resting against the leather bound cover.

"What is your problem?" he asked, his voice cracking as he silently begged me to look at him.

"I don't have a problem," I said as I nudged his hand away and opened the book once again, "I just don't feel like failing this class."

Enzo scoffed, and I could see him shaking his head from my peripheral. "Right..."

It wasn't until after we finished our draft of the project that he started asking me questions again. He ran after me as I shoved my books into my bag, the library doors closing behind me.

"Y/N!"

I kept walking.

"Y/N, c'mon, please," he said, his voice sounding out of breath as he fast walked beside me. "Tell me what's wrong. Why won't you talk to me? I keep trying but your friends never let me get anywhere near your table."

"Maybe you should stop trying then."

His steps faltered a bit before he continued. "Did I do something? Whatever it is, tell me. I can fix it."

I suddenly stopped in my tracks, my head whipping to look at him for the first time in the past hour.

"I don't talk to Death Eaters," my bitter voice came out. Everything in me screamed to stop, to apologize to him and go back to how everything was last year. I missed my best friend, and all I wanted was to feel normal again.

The pain in his eyes made my stomach drop. I couldn't believe I was treating him like this.

"What? I don't understand-"

"Enzo stop! You're just like the rest of them, and it's only a matter of time before you end up like your parents. Don't come crying to me when you have the Dark Mark plastered all over your arm," I whispered the last part at him.

Enzo shook his head, tears brimming in his eyes. "You know I would never - I wouldn't... Just please, listen. I didn't want this, I didn't want any of this."

I screwed my eyes shut as I turned away from him for the last time, ignoring his quiet sniffles as I went to join the Potter group for our free period.

- - -

I let out a shaky breath as I finished retelling the story, my chest squeezing every time I remembered the look on my best friend's face as I practically tore his heart out and stomped on it.

"Wow..." said Mattheo as he took it all in, "That's harsh."

"Yeah..." I said, my hands fiddling with the dead skin on my fingers, picking and plucking at anything that I could.

Mattheo took one of my hands, pulling it away from their attack on my cuticles. He rested it on his lap, his palm laying on top of my wrist before moving it to rest on the back of my hand.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. Everyone was confused and more importantly, scared. Your parents were telling you one thing, but your brain was telling you another. You were only 14 - 14 and dealing with the impending doom of a wizarding war."

I nodded, my eyes starting to prickle with tears as I tried to blink them away. The feeling of warmth spread across my arm as Mattheo inched his hand under mine, flipping my hand over as his fingers came to interlock with my own. He squeezed it tightly.

As his thunb rubbed across the back of my hand, my skin grew hot with each graze of movement against me. "Now don't cry sweetheart, we still have a movie night to go to," he said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Theo's movie taste better not suck," I said, my voice still wobbly from the tears threatening to spill.

Mattheo only laughed as he stood up, pulling me along with him. "No promises."

As me and him left the astronomy tower, our shoulders brushing against each other ever so gently, I noticed that my heart felt lighter than it had in years.

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crazystargirl · 10 months

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Hii, just wanted to pass by and let you know that your blog has such a nice theme and I loveeee.

Also saw that you have requests !

So how about some Ethan Landry with some really heavy angst, with a sad ending.

I’m just in a sad mood and need my feelings more hurt ☹️

hope that’s not to much to ask for, take your time too ! please and thank you !

sincerely, ‘💐’ anon ! 💓

we'll get through this ♥︎

pairing ♥︎ - ethan landry x fem!reader

word count ♥︎ - 0.9k

a/n ♥︎ - awww 💐 anon i hope you're feeling better, tbh i don't understand why you want to feel worse but im also the kind when i dont feel happy, i curl up on the ground and listen to lana del rey and just cry, so i cannot be talking lmao. first time ever writing angst and as someone who hates angst to her very core i only added the angst towards like the ending and made it a sad ending. also i love the idea of having different kinds of anons!!

you came home as usual, nothing seeming to be wrong but it was eerily quiet. you had a bad feeling, something that you always got whenever ghostface had attacked your friends

you were always on edge ever since the attacks but even more now, something was going to happen.

suddenly your phone rings, making you jump and grab a knife just in case.

you look at the caller id, it reads quinn bailey

you scrunch your brows in confusion, wasn't quinn dead?

you slowly pick it up and put the phone on speaker

"hello?"

"hello y/n"

you froze at the voice, ghostface decided that you'd be the next victim which was not great at all because barely anyone ever survived their attacks

"what do you want?" you ask gripping the knife and going to call the police with the landline

"don't you dare call the police or I'll rip ethan's head!" ghostface yelled

"wait what?"

your phone vibrates, indicating that you got a new text, you look at it, seeing a photo of ethan sitting on his bed studying.

the photo looks like it was taken from far away but you could see ethan looking in the direction of it…thats strange

you quickly texted him to come over since ghostface was at your house

"why are you doing this? why can't you bastards find something to do other than running around and killing your friends?" you say trying to stall a bit

"oh but y/n it's fun, you wouldn’t understand it though because you're the little sweet, dumb girl who had the misfortune of falling for the shy and dorky nerd who might be ghostface"

you scoff, "he's my boyfriend and not ghostface, at least i can find a boyfriend unlike you who's so pathetic that you have to go around calling girls who have boyfriends for fun"

ghostface doesn't say anything, you think you hear another voice from the phone. ethan then texts you back and said he was coming asap

since there was silence for another minute you're about to hang up until ghostface speaks again

"were you about to hang up?"

you froze, "how did you know that?"

"sweetie i can see you right now"

you turn around and scream at the sight of ghostface, for some reason you noticed the ghostface was around the same height as you which immediately made you think it was a girl

you started running but ghostface was right on your tail, getting close enough for them to stab you in the shoulder

you scream out at the pain, managing to catch ghostface off guard and slam a pan at their head

just as you reach the door ghostface grabs you and pulls you back, stabbing you in the stomach

you let out another blood curdling scream, the pain of it hurting you so badly. you see ghostface about to raise their knife again before you kick them in the crotch

that managed to keep them distracted and you hoped that it was a male since you knew it would hurt like hell if it was one

you ran to your room and locked the door, moving furniture against it to make sure ghostface couldn't get in

since there was a fire escape in your room, you headed towards there only to be grabbed and thrown against the floor

you clutched your wounds, which continued to bleed out, making you lose blood

ghostface looked down at your wounds and laughed, stabbing you once more

you scream out again and then just stop, causing ghostface to bend down and look at you

you watched them take out their phone and call someone, it took everything in you not to scream out and cry

just then ethan runs into the room looking at ghostface

"quinn what the fuck did you do to her?!" ethan said as he ran to your body, clutching you close to him

you felt him put your face to his chest, cradling you closely as ghostface or quinn laughs

"well ethan you were too distracted by her, it was clear you weren't going to kill her so i did for you"

"get out! just leave me alone quinn"

quinn laughs and leaves while ethan lets out a sob

"eth…im still here or somewhat" you laugh weakly and pull your face from his chest

it broke his heart to see you in a state like this, tears staining your cheeks and your body bloody

"we need to get you to a hospital quickly"

you give him a small kiss at the corner of his mouth, "no it's ok really, i'm going to die either way"

"no you are going to survive baby" he said putting pressure on your wound

you giggle, feeling delirious at this point, "eth you have really pretty eyes"

"no no no baby don't die please not now"

"im not gonna die eth i just am really tired"

"no y/n/n please don't go please"

you then go still, making ethan sob even harder

he cradles your body close to him, burying his head in your hair. ethan is still in shock that you're gone

he hates quinn right now and knows that he's going to give her a long and painful death for killing the love of his life.

you had your whole life ahead of you, only 19 and now dead because of his bitch sister.

he remembers that some of the last things you had told him was that you two were going to get through this whole ghostface thing but now without you, ethan just doesn't know what to do with his life

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if your name is crossed out it's bc it wouldn't let me tag you

a/n ♥︎ - ok i have no clue if this is shitty or not but all i know is that i was listening to love by lana del rey while writing this and i actually started crying, anyways i hope you enjoyed!

©crazystargirl 2023 || do NOT translate or repost my work without my permission

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry angst #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion x y/n #jack champion angst #hahhahhahaha this is kinda shitty

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zirawrites · 1 year

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what about the fallout 4 companions cheating on sole?

Cait: Cait followed Sole as they packed their bags; an unreadably blank expression making their lover seem more machine than human. “Sole, I dunno what got into me. You didn’t deserve that. At least believe me when I say it wasn’t to hurt you.” When Sole continued to ignore her, Cait covered her face in shame. “I’d forgotten why we fell in love. Or maybe I was ignoring it. Just... please, tell me what you’re thinking.”

Curie: Curie wasn’t aware of every social etiquette, but it didn’t take an actual human to understand cheating was wrong. She futilely wiped the hot tears on her cheeks as Sole looked at her with pure astonishment. “I am so ashamed, my love. I cannot even ask for your forgiveness.” Curie let out an undignified snivel. “What we have... I cannot bear to think I threw it all away. I feel so incredibly, unbearably stupid.”

Danse: Danse was a soldier, and every great soldier knows how to follow rules. Stay within boundaries. Respect their peers. Danse was sick with himself when Sole confronted him about being unfaithful. He felt even less of a man than when he’d discovered he was a synth. He felt like nothing at all. “Sole, forgive me. I was misguided. They were a mistake. You are all who matters.” When Sole turned away, Danse hung his head. “I understand. I was a fool to even consider you’d still want me around.”

Deacon: Deacon had done a lot of shitty things in his life. But screwing over his partner? Someone he considered his best and only friend? He was too cowardly to lower his glasses and expose the tears welling in his eyes. “I’ve lied a lot, but trust me when I say you are the love of my life, Sole. I’ll do anything to gain your confidence again.” But Deacon knew he’d already lost Sole when they crossed their arms and folded into themselves. They were as alone and scared as the day they stumbled into HQ.

Hancock: “Shit, Sunshine. I wanted you to hear it from me.” Hancock knew gossip spread through Goodneighbor like wildfire. He was almost as disappointed in himself for not stopping it as he was disgusted with himself for cheating on Sole; the best damn thing to ever happen to him. “I could go on about how it was chems or booze or peer pressure, but the truth is I was a selfish asshole. I let the love of my life go because of my own fucking actions. Trust me, losing you will haunt me for the hundreds of years I’ll be walking this earth.”

MacCready: MacCready didn’t know why he strayed from Sole. They had chased the Gunners off his back. Saved his son from a horrible, painful death. Took down the Institute and brought the Commonwealth out of its Dark Ages. He’d never done anything half as altruistic, yet Sole saw something in him MacCready still couldn’t recognize. Until they discovered he had cheated, of course. He watched Sole blink back tears, and his own eyes began to well like a small child being reprimanded. “Shit, Sole. I’m so...” He turned away. He couldn’t stomach looking at them. “Damn it. Damn it, Sole. I just... I don’t even deserve you.”

Preston: Preston was the one who admitted to cheating. He sat them down and explained how a drunken celebration at the Castle turned into something steamy and shameful. Then he answered all of Sole’s questions, only starting to cry when they asked if he ever loved them. “Of course I love you, Sole. And I’ll never forgive myself for losing you.”

Piper: “Blue, wait!” Piper chased Sole up the stairs as they walked through Diamond City. “It was a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake. And I completely regret it.” Sole was more intent on watching the gates open than listening to Piper’s pleas. “Can we talk about it? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Just...” Her voice cracked. “Don’t leave me, Blue.”

Nick: “Breaking your heart will be the biggest regret of my life.” Nick didn’t try to convince Sole to stay. He was mature enough to understand just how badly he’d hurt them. And that Sole deserved better. “Take care of yourself, Sole. You deserve a hell of a lot better than me.”

X6-88: X6 had never been so embarrassed in his life. He knew how important Sole was not just to the Institute, but himself as well. They were his first love, and most definitely would be his only. “I’m ashamed of my actions, Sole.” He took off his glasses in a rare show of affection. “I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. Though I know I do not deserve it.”

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #why do you all hate sole!!!!#just imagining deacon and maccready cheating on sole made my heart hurt #my readers are monsters but damn do i love angst #maccready #nick valentine #deacon #paladin danse #cait fallout 4 #curie fallout 4 #x6-88 #piper wright #preston garvey #hancock

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mumuugi · 2 years

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୭ 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵

୨୧ pairings : natsume x fem!reader

୨୧ warnings : pet names (just kitten bc it’s natsume), use of blindfold, neck biting, marking, nipple play, dub-con sort of

being bored out of your mind leads to wanting for some more exciting activites to do together, little do you know natsume just has the right tricks up his sleeve to show you~

guys i love natsume he is eating me up so badly please the lack of SMUT of him. shame. also bare w me i am very lazy to type the way he talks in game😭

“natsu-kun! can you show me more of your magic tricks?”

your eyes gleamed with excitement, you’ve always looked up to natsume for all the “magical” things he has done and it would never not fail to put you in a joyful state. it’s one of the things you love about natsume. your voice seem to stop him from whatever he was doing just now

natsume turned to face you and smirked “you really do enjoy that, don’t you kitten?” you can’t help but giggle at him, shifting yourself in his bed making yourself more comfortable before replying “of course! why would i come here if it wasn’t for that?”

he gave you a small pout, seemingly hurt from your words “come on now kitten, really? just for that and not me??” you let out a laugh, he can be so silly sometimes “just kidding sume! of course i cane here to hang out with you aswell” natsume can’t help but laugh along with you after saying that. he doesn’t understand why you’d enjoy watching him do magic, but it makes his heart warm

a sudden thought came into his mind, what if.. he uses this as an advantage to touch you? no no, that would be foul. but he couldn’t help himself around you, you’re just too cute for him and he always has to contain himself until you went back

what makes it even worse is that you’re a virgin, which means that she has no idea on what would happen to her if she was left alone with some unhinged people such as rinne..

or her being clueless about everything is.. good? he could show you the ropes, but he’s afraid of making things awkward between you both. sometimes he just wished that he’d have the courage to ask you to do it with him sadly he never would. maybe

he can’t call himself a considerate person if the thoughts in his mind are all about you. taking him in as your first, tainting your innocence with his touches, slowly turning you into nothing but a needy kitten. great, now he’s hard

“natsu-kun… natsu-kun.. natsume!! are you there?” all his thoughts were cut off from you shaking him aggresively, reaching out to her arm to stop her from shaking him even further. touching you doesn’t help as the feeling in his stomach gets worse, clearing his throat he starts talking

“yea yea, i’m here. um, so i have one special magic trick made for my kitten i mean you.. would you be willing t-to see it i mean no y-you gotta do it with me, it’s how it is..” he trailed off, eyes to the side as he wait for your answer. you were kinda confused on why he’s acting different than before, though you gave him a nod and you swore that you saw his eyes lit up with so much joy

“wow oh i mean o-okay! stay here, i’ll get something quick” he searched around in his drawers hoping to find some sort of cloth to act as a blindfold and when he does only he himself knows how excited he got—

“have you found it? come on i’m getting impatient over here!” natsume swore he almost got a heart attack from hearing you whine impatiently. fuck, he doesn’t think he could hold it any longer “mhm, now i want you to close your eyes”

your brows furrowed. why would he want you to close your eyes? nontheless, you obliged, biting your lip in excitement on what’s to come. for what felt like an eternity, natsume brought the cloth to tie around your head. you tried opening your eyes but all you saw was darkness

“um.. natsume, what’s with the blindfol-“ you were quickly cut off with something soft against your lips— is that his lips? is he KISSING you?? oh no, everything’s moving so fast- how does he even know that you like him? your mind’s too hazy to even think about what’s happening right now

your lips felt cold as soon as he parts away, leaving you a whiny mess needing more of his kisses. natsume let out a low chuckle as he shifts both of you around the bed as he finally gets comfortable and settles you against his body

“hush kitten, let me show you what real magic is~”

he whispered out into your ear, hot breath hitting against your cold skin making you shiver from his words. your body quivers against him, waiting for what’s to happen next. natsume thinks you look so cute like this, so vulnerable for him, clueless as to what’s about to happen next

you let out a gasp as you felt his touch linger around your body, starting from your shoulders down to your breasts. you can’t help but let out a meek whine as his hands went underneath your shirt and meet with your still covered breasts, massaging it. natsume turned to look below, looking at how his hands play around with your boobs

“are you enjoying this? seem like it.. look at you, so sweet and for me~ i’ve been waiting for so long to do this..”

natsume whispered into you ear along with nipping on your earlobe. his lips soon went down to your neck, sucking on it making sure to leave a hickey or two but he doesn’t stop there. he’s making sure that everyone knows who you belong to

soon enough you felt a sharp pain on your shoulder as his teeth sank into your skin surely to leave a huge bite mark visible for others to see. you let out a pained whine, natsume only replying with a small chuckle as he licks over the bite mark, proud of what he’s done

his hands went under your bra to toy around with your nipples, your body’s sensetivity heightened from all of his touches. your mind was blank, you were unable to move nor speak like as if natsume has casted a spell on you beforehand to make sure you don’t cause any problems for him

his hands soon left your breasts, slowly moving down to your dampened area. his touches were teasing and it’s slowly driving you insane. your breath hitched, nervous on what’s about to happen next. natsume realizes this and leaves a reassuring kiss to your cheek and went back to your ear to whisper

“get ready, kitten. as this is where the magic happens~”

he breathed out. a meek whine was heard from you. and from that his hand sinked into your panties

tumblr hates me why did it posted UNFINISHED!!! i swear i finished it dhmu i hate everything this is so embarrasing. anyway i’m so sorry with the half assed ending BLAME IT ON TUMBLR!!! RARRRGH!!! i am so mad i will sleep now to not accidentally do anything bad irl. hope u guys enjoy it though..😢

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader #enstars smut #natsume sakasaki x reader #natsume sakasaki smut

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lotrefcp · 10 months

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Hidden Away - Chapter 8

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 2800+

Chapter 8

As a man? Yes, I think badly of you. Javier was sitting on his couch, a cigarette between his lips and a glass of whiskey in his hand, trying to get those words out of his head. Was that how everyone saw him? A quality agent but a man you couldn't count on? Did they see him as a man at all, or just the manwhore they all muttered under their breath? Women liked him, right? Or was it just because of the way he fucked them? Would any of them, if he asked, give him a chance, a vote of confidence? Neither the cigarettes nor the alcohol were working so Javier decided to follow your “advice”. He took his keys and left the house towards his jeep, then driving through the streets he knew so well towards one of his favorite brothels. You were right, he had reasons to celebrate and he was going to do it. He parked in front of the building and prepared to get out of the vehicle, but when he was about to open the door, something stopped him. I'm still going to make you change your mind about me. But why would he want to make you change your mind? For him you would be just another one to fall on his bed. So why did he care what you thought of him? Because if she continues to think badly of me, I'll never get anything from her., Javier thought, trying to convince himself that this was the truth. But he would manage to change your opinion of him, if only to prove you wrong. He took his hand off the door and, starting the jeep again, he left and went back to his house. He arrived and went to take a shower, feeling the need to freshen up but also to masturbate after returning home without satisfying his desires. Underwater he started trying to imagine one of the many women he'd been with, their bodies and their moans to help him get hard but quickly his thoughts were filled with other images, with other sensations. When he closed his eyes he could only feel your chest close to his, the heat of your body in his when he held you that day, worried about you, not wanting to let go. The drops of water on his body reminded him of the softness of your lips on his chest, your tongue on his neck, the scent of your skin, the heat of pleasure when he saw your eyes lost in his. You could have managed to stop yourself but your eyes didn't lie. Their green, as unpredictable as they were, had turned dark, your irises dilated. Not even today when he saw you hurt, when he held you in his arms, your eyes were so reactive. He knew you wanted him too. These thoughts made him start to get hard in his hand, its veins pulsing in his closed fist around his cock and, starting to stroke his entire length, he leaned against the shower wall behind him. With the increase in speed, in the aggressiveness that he imposed on his penis at the thought of you, he came, in a mixture of restrained moans and others that managed to come out of his mouth. After finally being relieved, he leaned his head against the wall where his back was already leaning on. Fuck. But what the hell is going on? After composing himself and spending a few more minutes under the water, he got out of the shower, cleaned himself up and went to lie down on the bed, not before putting his ear once more against the wall that divided your apartments to try to hear something coming from your side. But only silence filled your house.

After a few seconds leaning against the door that you had just closed, you straightened yourself up and placed your suitcase and the other usual belongings on the table in the living room. You went to the kitchen where you filled a glass of water and took it to your room where, at great cost, you undressed to go take a shower. During that, now, arduous task, you heard Peña closing the door of his apartment. Seems like he’s going to party, after all. And without wanting to or even realizing it, you sighed deeply and let your head fall onto your chest. You got into the shower, groaning when you forgot about the wound on your arm and moved it a little harder. After getting dressed, you layed down on your bed, ready for another night of nightmares but, contrary to what you expected, and after managing to find a position that didn't make your arm bother you, you fell asleep, spending the night unlike all the others, both because of the happiness of a successful operation and because of the tiredness and pain that you accumulated throughout the day. The sun was already rising when you woke up. Shit, you thought when you saw that you hadn't heard the alarm clock. You didn't even know what his sound was like because you always woke up before it had a chance to ring. You got up running, got dressed and, grabbing an apple, ran out the door towards your car. Leaning against it, though, you found Javier, arms crossed and, of course, a cigarette in his mouth.

“Good morning.”, you said as you walked to your car and headed for the other door, but he grabbed your right wrist before you could get past him.

“Where do you think you are going?”

"To work. You’re not?"

“And how do you think you will get there? Surely you are not thinking of driving with your arm like that.”

"Of course not. I was thinking of jogging there. Can't you see my sports clothes?”, you asked pointing to your outfit, made up of blue jeans and a simple t-shirt, which was easier to wear without having to strain your arm.

“Don't bullshit me. Come on, I’ll take you.”

"What?"

“Why did you think I was here waiting? It's not even worth arguing about. And before work we'll stop by the hospital to see how your arm’s doing.”

"What? That’s not necessary. Seriously. I'm already much better.”, and at that moment you moved your arm too hard and a grimace of pain crossed your face.

“I can see that.” he said as he walked to his jeep and opened the passenger door. “Come on, get in.”

“I think you are enjoying seeing me in pain. That's the only way you think you can give me orders.”, you continued as you sat inside the vehicle.

“These aren’t the kind of orders I wanted to give you.”, he replied before closing your door.

“Hey...”, you started saying but he was already going around the jeep from the back and he didn’t hear you mumbling.

You arrived at the hospital and you started to leave, thanking him. “Thank you so much for the ride. I'll take a cab to the office when I’m done.”

“Do you really think I’m going to leave you here alone?”

"Won’t you? Don’t you have to go to work? We can’t both be late without notifying anyone.”

“Steve knows. Don’t worry. If anything happens, he calls me. But you already know what awaits us today. Reports and more reports.”

“So that's why. You want to stay here with me so you don't have to start filling them first thing in the morning.”

“If it makes you feel better thinking that… Let's go.”, and placing a hand on the small of your back, he encouraged you to start walking beside him. You couldn't stop a more brusque reaction when you felt his hand touching you, involuntarily pulling yourself away. He looked at you in surprise.

While you were waiting for you to be called to be seen by the doctor, you started talking.

“So, how did you spend the night?”, Peña began. “Were you able to sleep?”

“As a matter of fact I did. With how tired I was, not even the heat took away my ability to sleep tonight.”, you replied. "And you? Did the festivities last?”

“What festivities?”

“Don’t pretend there were no festivities. I heard your door slam when I was going to take a shower. I'm sure you didn't go shopping at that time of night.”, you said with a slight smile, too slight.

“I didn't go ou to party. I just went to get some air.”

“You don't need to lie. I know how you spend your nights.”

"I'm not lying. Why should I?”

“Okay, you are not lying.”

“Y/N.”, you suddenly heard the doctor calling.

"Yes, it's me."

"You may come in." You got up and went into the office. Javier remained in his seat, arms and legs crossed and his head resting on the wall behind him. Half an hour later you left the office with your arm across your chest and a frown on your face. The doctor came to escort you to the door. “Try to avoid straining that arm.”

Javi got up from his chair and walked over to you and the doctor. “So doctor, how is our patient?”

“Our?”, you asked without either of them paying attention to what you were saying.

“It’s nothing serious. Whoever took the bullet out of her yesterday did a good job. The splint is just to prevent her from moving her arm. If you behave well in less than a week you'll be ready for another one.”

“If I behave well?”, you asked again, once more without an answer.

“I'll make sure she behaves herself. That arm won't move."

“What the hell?”, again, no response. Peña and the doctor shook hands and said goodbye. You did the same and, against your will, went after Peña who was headed for his jeep. A few minutes later you arrived at your desks. Steve saw you and asked worriedly.

"Hey? Is the arm that bad?”

"No...", you started.

“No, it's just to make sure it stays still, to recover faster.”, Peña said interrupting you.

“But do you have to wear it for a long time?”, Steve continued.

"No...", you tried to speak again.

“No, if everything goes as planned, by the end of the week she will be fine.”, Peña said again.

“Let's get some things straight.”, you said with your voice a little louder than usual. “I was shot in the arm, not in the tongue. I can still speak.”

“I'm glad it wasn't in your tongue. I wouldn’t want it incapacitated.”, Javi replied with a smirk on his face.

“If I had both arms working properly I would make you swallow your words.”

“If you want me to swallow something, just say so.”, Javi continued, enjoying teasing you.

“Look, I…”, you took a deep breath before continuing. “I'm going to the bathroom.”, and you got up, heading towards the end of the corridor.

“Don't you need help?”, Javi shouted, still sitting in his chair, so that you could hear him as you walked away and laughing heartily. You couldn't even come up with an answer. But when you got to your cubicle you realized that some help would be welcome. With just one hand, the act of opening the pants button became too complicated. Too much time passed before you returned to your desk.

“Is everything okay?”, Steven asked, worried about how long it had taken you.

"Yes, thanks. I shouldn't have brought these pants today. It's hard to unscrew the button with one hand.”

“If you want, I'll teach you. It's very easy once you get used to it.”, Javi said.

“Ah...ah...ah... Don't worry. Tomorrow I'll come with training pants, with elastic. You don't need to teach me anything.”

“So don't drink too much today because, at least until you get home, you'll still be wearing those pants. And by the way, you have the button open.”

“What?”, you looked down and saw that you had squeezed it badly and that it had opened. You dropped your head and banged your forehead on your desk. “Ow...”After a lot of trying, you managed to press the button, now in the right way, and started to fill in the pile of reports that was beside you.

“Y/N.”, Steve started to speak. “Tonight you will eat at our house. Connie already knows.”

“There’s no need for that.”, you replied.

“Oh no? Are you going to cook with one arm?”

“No, but I must have something around the house.”

“Don't you even think of that. Connie must have already thought about the whole meal for later. You cannot disappoint her.”

"Thanks. But only today. Then I’ll manage myself.”

“Then we’ll talk about that. We need you in perfect physical condition. If necessary, you’ll go and eat with us all week.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“If you don't want to go to Steve's all the time I can take you out to dinner.”, Javier continued.

“Okay Steve. You can prepare the menu for the whole week.”, you said making Steve laugh.

“Okay, but you know that Javi also goes there for dinner from time to time.”, Steve said again.

“Yeah, but at least I have you and Connie so I can have deep, interesting conversations.”

“And once again you hide yourself behind Steve and his wife because you are afraid to be alone with me.”, Javi reciprocated.

“I thought I had already shown you that I'm not afraid to be alone with you. I just don't have the patience.”

“Oh, I remember what you showed me, pretty well”, Javi said.

“What are you talking about?” Murphy asked.

“Nothing.”, you both replied in unison, leaving no room for the continuation of that conversation.

"OK. I'm even afraid to ask anything else.”, Steve finished.

At the end of the day and with part of the reports finished, everyone got up to leave. You left the office and headed for your cars.

“And why don't I go with Steve this time?”, you asked, hoping he would say yes.

“I would take you but I still have to stop by the grocery store for some shopping Connie asked me to do for dinner later tonight. Sorry.” he replied.

“Well, never mind.”

“Looks like you have to come with me again.”, Javi said.

“Well, it seems so.”

“See you later tonight. Stay safe.", Steve continued.

“You too.”, you replied. You opened the door of Javi's jeep and sat down in your, recently, usual seat.

He drove to your building and for a few minutes there was only silence. But Javi started asking about your arm.

“Does it still hurt you?”

“What?”, you asked, distracted by the landscape so you didn't have to talk to him.

“I asked you if your arm still hurts.”

“Oh, no thanks. If I'm still like this, I don't feel anything. Only when I have to move it.”, you replied.

“If you need anything let me know. Now, I'm serious. The faster you get better the quicker we have you back on the street.”, he said as he placed his hand on your hip, in a movement so light that a shiver ran through your body without warning.

“Thank you.”, you repeated, leaning closer to the door and moving your leg away from his hand without even thinking about what you were doing. He looked down at his hand which had been left in the air and closed it into a fist before placing it back on the steering wheel.

“Are you that disgusted by me?”, he asked, a little defeated.

"Disgusted? Why are you saying that?"

“Even now, you walked away from me just because I put my hand on your leg.”

You turned your face back to the landscape on the other side of the window so he wouldn't see the blush that was starting to spread across your face.

“It wasn't for any of that. I just moved to be more comfortable in the seat.”, you lied.”

“You don't need to lie.”

“I'm not lying.”, you continued.

“You did the same when I took you to the hospital. You just got away from me when I put my hand on your back.”

“That was just a reflex. You know we always have to be on guard.” A small forced laugh came out of Peña's mouth.

“Well, here we are. See you tomorrow.”, Javier said without getting out of his jeep.

“See you tomorrow.”, you said, getting out of the vehicle and entering the building, looking back and seeing that he was still inside. After seeing you get in and go up the stairs, Javier got out of the jeep and went to his apartment.

After dinner at Steve's house you went back to your apartment and went to bed hoping to get another good night's sleep. But you quickly realized that wasn't going to happen.

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cullen-cannons · 2 years

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So I’ve been rereading Twilight and THIS.

People give Jasper a lot of crap sometimes but . . .

“Jasper and I looked at each other. He stood across the length of the entryway from me... being careful. "You're wrong, you know," he said quietly.

"What?" I gasped.

"I can feel what you're feeling now — and you are worth it."

"I'm not," I mumbled. "If anything happens to them, it will be for nothing."

"You're wrong," he repeated, smiling kindly at me.”

Pgs. 210-211 Chapter 19 The Hunt.

Jasper was suddenly beside Alice, closer to me than usual.

"Bella," he said in a suspiciously soothing voice. "You have nothing to worry about. You are completely safe here."

"I know that."

"Then why are you frightened?" he asked, confused. He might feel the tenor of my emotions, but he couldn't read the reasons behind them.

"You heard what Laurent said." My voice was just a whisper, but I was sure they could hear me. "He said James was lethal. What if something goes wrong, and they get separated? If something happens to any of them, Carlisle, Emmett... Edward..." I gulped. "If that wild female hurts Esme..." My voice had grown higher, a note of hysteria beginning to rise in it. "How could I live with myself when it's my fault? None of you should be risking yourselves for me —"

"Bella, Bella, stop," he interrupted me, his words pouring out so quickly they were hard to understand. "You're worrying about all the wrong things, Bella. Trust me on this — none of us are in jeopardy. You are under too much strain as it is; don't add to it with wholly unnecessary worries. Listen to me!" he ordered, for I had looked away. "Our family is strong. Our only fear is losing you."

Pgs. 213-214 Chapter 19 The Hunt

In the beginning of the story Jasper is unsure about having a human in the family, ready to kill her to end the threat even but he decides that if Alice can accept her then he can to, of course he must distance himself because of her blood, but he can try to make it work. Bella on the other hand is insecure, she thinks she isn’t good enough for someone as perfect as Edward and that she’s caused the Cullens nothing but trouble from the moment she caused Edward to almost expose them. So, when we see through Bella’s point of view Jasper’s distance is mistaken for dislike or at the very least disapproval but here we get to see that he doesn’t dislike her he’s happy for Edward and wants Bella to know that she is loved and welcomed and a valued important part of this family and that he thinks of her as part of the family too. I think this means a lot coming from him especially because he wasn’t really Team Bella at first. Maybe he doesn’t think she’s the most amazing thing ever to happen in this decade (no Bella hate) the way the rest of the Cullens (save for Rosalie) seem to, but he doesn’t think badly of her now that he knows she isn’t a threat. I think that with both of their reserved natures that they would be good friends. Since I haven’t seen a lot of Jasper and Bella brother and sister headcannons I’ll probably make some later. Anyway that’s the end of my rant, I just wanted to share some of my favourite parts of this great book with you all.

(Note, it’s been a while since I’ve read Midnight Sun and if I’m getting anything wrong let me know, this is just my interpretation from reading Twilight again.)

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witchboyjimin · 4 months

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20 questions for fic writers

stole this from my best friend. if you'd also like to do it, please go for it and tag me in it huhu

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

60! which is. a lot of works but i've been posting since 2015

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

623,307. i hope to hit 1 million words by the end of 2025 >:)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

everything is kookmin these days but once upon a time i wrote other bts pairings and before that i wrote for ikon and got7 (and before that aka before ao3: exo, bap, block b, beast, harry potter, naruto, kingdom hearts....god idk there are a lot of fandoms lol)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) if i get in, i just might drown i glow pink in the night shine a light through the dark the moon keeps calling out to me, but i only ever hear your name

5. Do you respond to comments?

no, but i did promise myself to respond to comments again in 2024. starting with the ones left on my latest fic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uuhhh...probably i might not make it. simply because it's an mcd fic and spoilers! jk is dead throughout the fic and the fics ends like that...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lol i think pretty much all of my fics end with a happy ending aka the pairing ends up together, happily in love.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

100%. lot of fandom drama involved with writing exclusively btm!jm. i've gotten anon msgs telling me to "kms", people hoping i get raped, murdered, my body never found etc etc. you name it, i've seen it. all because they hate that i write btm!jm.

i do think fandom has gotten less insane over this very recently but i am also just way less available and have a much smaller social media presence so lack of access to me has probably reduced the hate, too. plus i'm not actively part of fandom these days so people care about me less, which is great!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's my favourite thing to write! i do need to get back into it though...also was not aware there are types of smut? i guess the rly nasty kind rjfkndk i like pretty much most kinks/fetishes and think it's fun to explore them.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i have written three crossover fics! >:) two were bobby (ikon)/jimin and one was jaebum (got7)/jimin.

craziest one was probably oh boy, don't be shy since it's basically bobby finds jimin's dildo and then dp's jimin :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

multiple times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, i used to allow translations but it got to a point where people would ask to translate and then never come back to link their translations. plus, i've had people link me to fics that were translated without my permission.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! two of them :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

god, i have so many wips i want to write that it's always like...whatever sticks. my current wip tracker has 30 fic ideas on it. i rly want to write this mafia au but i have 2 supernatural aus i also want to write very badly...

there is also a collab fic i rly want to write with my friend bee, which i hope to finish, but idk if we will. i just rly love writing hurt/comfort jgfkd

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very good at writing emotion. it's important to me that the reader feels and understands what my characters are feeling and feels that connection to the fic. i'm also good at writing porn for this reason. i'm also very good at worldbuilding and i will put in the research and care to ensure my worldbuilding makes sense and is as accurate as possible and failing that, as believable as possible. moreover, i am just a dedicated researcher. because i write for a korean boyband, it's important to me that i do the research into korean history, customs, current social etiquette etc. it's actually a huge pet peeve of mine to see people just make stuff up or have the fic be entirely westernised/americanised but the boys are all in korea.

i think i'm also good at consistent characterization and at pacing/flow in my work. these are both rly important to me and i've worked on them a lot over the years. i think this also lends to me being pretty good at plotting a fic out so that it's not long and drawn out or that i'm not taking the time to explore certain aspects i've introduced. balance is important!

i think i'm also pretty versatile. i can write different genres pretty easily (eg. i love writing action sequences and am good at making sure the pacing is rly fast and then slowing down when something romantic or suspenseful happens) and am good at like setting a certain vibe/tone for a fic.

finally, i am dedicated to improving. i don't think fanfic writers necessarily owe this to readers (fic writing being a hobby) but writing is really important to me and so it's important to me that i improve and challenge myself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i need to read more! i need to expand my vocabulary and learn how to better write metaphors. my imagery could use work, my dialogue definitely needs work. i want to write my characters with a more unique voice versus everyone kind of sounding the same. i want to make sure each character has their own "quirks" the way real people do.

i need to learn to write better description, too, as i think setting can do a lot for setting the mood/tone for a fic. a lot of my short-comings just come down to me reading too little so i need to read more and i need to dissect my favourite fics and books and pinpoint what i found compelling about them.

i also need to challenge myself to write more plot-heavy fics and to be unafraid to write characters who are unlikable or appear irredeemable. i want to write fic that has one main plot but a million little subplots and i want all of these things to come together coherently. i want my work to explore themes that are important to me!

i don't care so much about grammar but probably, i need to get better at that too haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

since i write fic for bangtan who are korean, i don't think it's ever necessary to write dialogue in another language. it comes across as cringey (derogatory) and borders on racist imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uh, beyblade? lolololol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think it's my favourite rn because i just finished writing it lol but sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it were mine)

i am also very fond of i thought he remembered me; he took me back so tenderly because i love writing space aus! sci-fi is one of my fav genres!

#writing memes #this is just for me lol

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ two slow dancers | c.bg

▰ genre: angst, just pain + ambiguous ending / ending up to your own interpretation

▰ word count: 3.6k

▰ synopsis / request: idolverse au + once best friends that are now estranged, you and beomgyu want to live in the past for just one night even if it hurts a lot

a/n: based completely on mitski’s two slow dancers and honestly this just got out of hand the more i wrote and it might not make sense so i apologize for that pls forgive me dear anon i hope this does your request justice

What Beomgyu wanted, Beomgyu would get. It wasn’t because he was pushy, bossy, overbearing because he wasn’t; he didn’t threaten people nor did manipulate anyone. He had a heart that was bigger than the ocean, a kid at heart, pure and selfless. You were just a pushover, and well, his one request was one that you found impossible to decline.

Today, he wanted your attendance for a huge show. Something he explained with great enthusiasm, high spirits, but a tender voice that seemed almost afraid of your response. As much as his sweetness makes you almost double over, you found your hard feelings difficult to restrain.

“Beomgyu,” you said his name into the phone, not for the first time within that call. “It must truly mean a lot to you if you’re phoning me to go.”

He goes quiet for the first time since he first dialed. You wanted so badly to be angry with him, to let it show, to let him know, to shut him out of your life completely, just as it had been for a few years.

“I mean, this is the first time you’ve called me in three years,” you gently remind, and he deflates. That much you can tell.

“I’m sorry,” from what you can hear, there’s a lot of shuffling, but his elongated sigh covers it up. “I really am. I miss you, I really do. There’s just a lot going on.”

It’s funny that he says that, the last time being three years ago, after two years of a friendship that was a ship nose down into the sea. Then, you had forced yourself to look at the positive, ignoring such a fate that leaves you as it does now. Alone.

“I understand,” you don’t wish to speak more. “I miss you, too. Very much. I’ll do my best to be in attendance.”

He smiles audibly and snickers softly, speaking his gratitude. Beomgyu then explained how he would text you and keep in touch, especially leave you the details.

Such details have now led you to where you are now.

Inside a far vaster building than the apartment complex you used to live in. It was in that complex that you had the fortune to meet Beomgyu, the sweet, lively, glasses-appareled kid on the nineteenth floor. From the end of primary school, he had inevitably made his way into your heart, and yours in his. Solely as platonic best friends. The line between that and romance was skirted at times, with one foot over when, in middle school, he had asked to kiss you — at the time, confused about his rejection from a girl and about love, in a world obsessed with looks and status.

In the heat of the moment, the fear weighing three tons of the very possibility of shattering the one friendship, you said no, only sparing him a peck on his cheek and you held him to you, tears in your eyes, even though it should have been him. He held no ill qualms over such a decision; after all, he’d said after your answer, he asked you.

Sometimes that fine line didn’t matter. He held hands with you often, hugged and held you just like the couples you both saw on tv, but you both knew it was out of comfort. He chose you as his partner in every possible exercise, mandatory school outing, or whatever the case. In fact, Beomgyu had even asked you to the one dance that was being offered at your high school. You both couldn’t wait, buying calendars to ink through the days, in order to countdown. Again, it was out of comfort.

Things hiccuped when he was scouted. He sought you for advice, support, and comfort before, during, and after his audition, which he’d aced, obviously. You personally made it your job to cheer him on and give him strength whenever you could, even when he would be well off in his career — which he had said that he felt he owed to you.

Looking back at the situation then and now, it was a laughable pity that, if retold, would be met with a snort. So, today, you keep your mouth shut, the past replaying on loop, and you try not to let culture shock not stun you.

Everything appeared shiny, crisp, expensive, something that a younger you would have asserted that that was the future entailed.

Such amenities and arrangements are due to the lofty but prestigious music award show, so as you had gone through security, affirmed your identity to multiple staff members, it all felt like a waste of time.

That was until you saw Beomgyu, in the flesh, with your own eyes, one’s you’d strained using to listlessly watch his and his group’s content, and now here he was, toothless grin so big you feel contagious with his giddiness, letting him nearly tackle you in the warmest of hugs. Beomgyu kissed your cheeks, swaying you both in circles as he hugged you for so long.

When you pulled away, it was clear in his face that he felt sheepish. He had taken half a step over that fine line, but really, he felt more embarrassed of the suddenness. After all, he hadn’t reached out virtually, yet here he was taking you in physically.

“Sorry, heh,” he brushed a few dark locks behind his ear though they fell right back. A small but textured scream emitted from his throat as he smiled so big, taking your hands in his and waving them. “I’m so happy you showed up. Not even mom or dad or hyung could come this time. But, you did! I’m so ecstatic I don’t know what to do.”

So he said.

“Well, don’t get too excited. It’s just me,” you chuckled, retort awkward in the air. He shook his head at you, white mascara and silver eyeliner making his eyes twinkle.

“Nonsense,” he said, intertwining hands with yours. You followed behind him as he steered you back. “That’s all you ever say. I miss that.”

Beomgyu took it upon himself to (re)introduce you well to his group members, as much as you struggled to present yourself as articulate and deserving of such an invite. Just as you recalled, they’re sweet and hilarious.

“We aren’t strangers, Gyu!” You chided at his nervous hovering.

Things clicked and time felt like syrup or gelatin around you, something of a warm and gooey consistency. Nostalgia made you feel that way. Things were like they used to be, suddenly, even if they were all considerably bigger, taller, bulkier, more grown.

In this alternate, past life, Beomgyu still called you everyday to come to practice. You still had braces. Kai was smaller than Soobin. You would even bring food to them and the other trainees. Off the top of your head, at the mention of Taehyun, there was even that same staff member who’d say—

“Five minutes until broadcast. Make sure to get your looks retouched before heading up to the stage, okay?”

The door opened and shut, words relayed just a second after. Fast forward and you’re back to this.

Beomgyu stepped off the makeup chair and sat beside you on the couch, holding your hand in his.

“This is it,” he said with an excited shudder. You smiled and patted his hand. Since you’d met up with him, you found yourself stifled and quiet to an extent that you knew he found unfamiliar, but you were lucky he didn’t speak of it. Maybe he didn’t know you like he once did.

“Are you ready?” You ask, too quiet so you repeat in his ear, to which he leaned to you.

He moved his raven hair out of his eyes, often brushing against his ridiculously long eyelashes.

“Yeah,” Beomgyu said with a great sigh like it wore him out. The sheer of the fabric on his arms rolled, creating ripples across the dips of his muscles. You tried your best to look away.

“Hey, was this how you felt when you graduated at your school? Wasn’t there a super guest speaker?” That took you aback.

“Oh, I didn’t think you knew about that,” at your last word, he nodded understandingly.

“My mom tells me everything. I only know what she knows.” He loved his mom, that much was clear — even from the first time you met him, and his mom loved you. She spoke to you often and made it clear to you each and every time that you fell under the umbrella of their family.

“I’m glad you’re at least still close with your family,” that came out unexpectedly. The black of his pupils illuminated guilt. “I mean, your mom tells me that whenever she does show up for you, she gets so proud of how more and more of your fans show up, and that Kai somehow gets taller, Taehyun gets bulkier than the last time, and that no matter what, you’ll always be her bias wrecker.”

You were wrong for changing the subject, but you couldn’t bear to leave that comment in the air by itself.

He eased up at that, squeaky laughter resonating at your comment.

“God, she never fails to mention that. And, I don’t know, maybe if she came this time, it wouldn’t have been exactly like the same. I know it’s not a concert where the audience is all of our fans, but we just worked so hard this year and this time around. All the support I can get would mean a lot to me. It’s why I asked you to come.”

Your hand twitched across the backside of his, and before meeting his eyes, you had each stolen a glance at your hands: the differences between the shade, size, shape, etc. He smiled a tiny smile that was just a peak of how much his heart was seizing with joy.

“It means the world to me that you are here.”

With that, it was time, well, it was past time for him to go considering that the other boys were already headed out the door, and he threw a big kiss to you as he neared the exit.

“You’re going to do great, Beomgyu!” He nodded and gave a small bow before disappearing.

Everyone shuffled out, and without so much as his presence, you’re back to asking yourself if you’re wasting your time.

Even if you’d very much rather scoff, frown, make a scene, let your mouth run faster than your brain for when you come face to face with your dear friend again, you now sit still, seated with your arms around yourself on one of the many couches, within the confines of a white room with a few dressers and vanities lined up on the walls, backstage to a very venue you could only have dreamed to attend solely as audience.

Beomgyu sticks out, even in your peripheral, as you try to not to watch his live performance on the screen, but it cannot be helped. No matter how much you pretend to not care, proving to no one, that you don’t want to be here, your eyes always find him. After having worked on such grueling choreography and over the top theatrics, you see him, centerfold of your gaze, with a dazzling award in his hand as he bowed deeply in gratitude. It seems they won all of their nominations for the night. Your chest fills with pride.

But, after having sat by yourself for an hour and a half, without so much as one staff member to check on you, that hulking weight of everything came back down on you. What was to come next? It made your legs shake and jump, like Soobin’s, except his case was out of habit. Was the next thing to come a social cue to the exit without so much as a connection, not for another four or five years or maybe never again?

All your doubts are drowned out when Beomgyu returns to you. That is the other thing about him; when he reaches out for you, he dives in.

You come up to meet him halfway as he runs to you, embracing you and spinning you both round in circles, screaming a little in your ear. His skin is sticky and warm against your cool-to-the-touch clothes. His adrenaline is still running a little high, you can tell from his heart thundering up to his neck, which is what you lean your head against.

Apart from the affection that never seems to end, the heightened volume ceases, but it comes so quickly, even if hours had passed since that touching moment at the venue. Within that time and now, you had chatted for an hour in the room, packed into the van, rented out some restaurant, ate and reminisced, and even after heading to their company’s headquarters, bidding goodbyes to the other members sorrowfully, you were funnily shocked that you now had to let Beomgyu go.

He remained with you, at the only bus stop that serviced this late and to your exact route. It was dead at night, and his manager was just around the corner in a van.

“Did you have fun?” Leaning against the wall of the bus stop shelter, he tilted his head to see you better. You sat more relaxed than you had been initially and gave a dreamy smile, one that was made from fatigue and still running on the artificial joy of being with your dear friend.

“I had a lot of fun, yes,” you let out a sigh out of tiredness. “It wasn’t even my day, and you’re the one asking me that. You’re the one who won five awards tonight, not me.”

He snorted and shrugged with a silent chuckle. Though his extensions had been taken out, his hair still looked so shaggy and boyish, like the kind of person he was.

Silence follows over you both that is broken every now and then by night time cyclists and folks wealthy enough to own their own cars.

Beomgyu looks over at you, after having stared at the empty street for so long, to see that your eyes are glossy. He assumes it’s from the lack of blinking, but it clicks when you finally speak up.

“So,” you move to stand in front of him and he looks straight into your eyes cautiously, like he knows what you’re going to say. You’re not sure where this courage is coming from; it’s even doubtful that it comes from a good place anyway. “This is it, huh? You’re going to leave, and then, maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll hear from you five years from now.”

His shoulders sag with a sigh he lets out, sulking in a way that reflects as much guilt as he is willing to show.

“Y/N, I’m…I’m sorry,” he apologizes genuinely. It makes you laugh joylessly, but he pushes. “There’s just so much going on. It’s an easy excuse and a lie if you want to think, but it’s something I can’t even help on the inside. I miss you so much, so, so much, and even if I do get the chance to talk to you or see you, it just gets too hard. I chicken out. I’m just a coward… and you’re right. I know that you blame me, you’re right, but it’s just hard even having time for myself, let alone my parents and my fans, and my friends, and-and—“

“Me.” You reply with a weary smile, crossing your arms to calm your quivering.

His expression contorts more and more, frown taking form over the muscles starting up from his chin.

“Beomgyu, I don’t blame you. I can’t even be mad at you. Couldn’t bring myself to hate you, even if I wanted to,” you kick at the ground with the blunt part of your shoe. His eyes glisten. “You’d really think I’d hold a grudge against you for getting a life and a career, a successful one at that? I’m…I’m proud of you.”

His eyebrows furrow as frustrated tears catch against the curtain of his long eyelashes.

“You’re my pride, Gyu.”

Beomgyu shakes his head repeatedly.

“When…when I think of you,” he sucks in a painful breath. “I can’t help but think that my best friend resents me and has moved on. I know I can just call you up or message you if I ever feel like that, but…”

He swallows down a cry, gritting his teeth.

“But, even then,” you offer and he nods.

“It would only be easy if things were how they used to be. If we were young again. If…if we didn’t have these responsibilities and jobs. I could never imagine how hard it is for you, even if this job has blessed you with four brothers and fame and money that we could only ever dream of having when we were kids. And I’m sorry for not reaching out to you either. But why do we kid ourselves here and now? Why I opened my mouth is beyond me, but… it just hurts.”

He looks up with radiant eyes as yours are past shimmering with similar streaks down your sullen face.

“We’re never going to get to go back, you know?” Your voice shakes and his hand comes up to cup your face while his thumb rubs a few tears away. He nods desperately.

“There’s so many things we didn’t even get to do when we were young, and I know we still are young, but it’s different, and you never even took me to the dance, for crying out loud.”

He swallows down a cry, gritting his teeth.

“We can still do it, I swear,” you’re shaking your head the more he talks of whims and ideas that could never happen, all with that wild, heartbroken look in his eyes.

“Come on, Y/N!” He raises his voice brokenly and it makes you flinch. Beomgyu sobs. “It’s like you don’t want to try!”

You move your head to kiss his palm.

“Even if we dance and waltz around, even if we decided to have what we couldn’t back then, we’d be two slow dancers, last ones out, and we’d be stuck in the past forever. Look at us now. Is this really how you want to stay?”

Beomgyu stays silently weeping, sniffling, crying out of frustration.

“I want to stay with you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut heart wrenchingly. The silence is interrupted by exhaustive hissed from the bus that pedals towards you from down the street. You sniffle a little, desperate to find purchase with the little time that is left for the two of you.

So, you meet his eyes with a smile, and he does, too, even if it hurts.

“We can’t. At least not like this. We have to move on, and maybe in five or ten years, if time permits us to meet again, and we still remember each other, then yes. Just… let’s not keep fooling ourselves,” you move his hair away from his wet face. “But, if it’s one thing I can tell you is that I will always, always be here for you. That is a promise that we take straight to our graves,”

“Straight to our graves,” he repeats in a whisper.

You pull him tightly into your weak arms and he does the same, embracing you in a hug that desperately traces that line of friendship with a permanent marker, over and over again until it bleeds over both sides of whatever love is.

“I love you with all of my heart, Gyu,” you cry into his ear as the bus’ hissing and buzzing grows nearer and louder. He grips onto you so intensely it aches your muscles. “But I have to go, and you have to let me go.”

“I love you, Y/N,” he laments, voice loud but muffled by your shoulder. The vehicle slows to a stop beside you, both your eyes following it.

You hug him once more, ready to pull away — already one foot turned towards the bus when he whips you back to plant his lips over yours in a searing kiss.

“I’ll call you when I can,” he says against your mouth, your face numb, when he lets you go, your body already drifting away.

“You can try,” you say as you smile once more before leaving the refuge of this moment.

The walk to the doors and into your seat is wordless. Even if words were said, judging by a few other scattered passengers who look like nothing more than shades of the night, it all fell deaf to your ears. Your ears ring at an intensity that triggers an even sharper headache than the one your cries had blossomed. Beomgyu remains standing in his place besides the wall of that rickety stop shelter. His trembling bottom lip is the only part of him that moves. Your eyes are locked in a gaze that becomes torn the smaller he becomes as the bus rolls away. He becomes ant sized, and you turn around the corner, and it becomes painfully real that you’re gone.

You force your body to face forward, hands shaking by your sides. The ringing in your ears settles, but the silence is so terribly loud. So terribly loud it hurts still.

Despite the near agony, the loss, the growing pain, and the frustration, you realize that you must move on. How could anyone expect to move forward while going back? It was silly, that you and Beomgyu had considered and fought over such a notion, but at the end of the day, of course it made sense.

It was silly, it was childish, it was yours; it was what you and Beomgyu had.

#anon 🌃#freaking beomgyu #beomgyu angst #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu fluff #txt imagines #txt angst #txt x reader #tomorrow x together scenarios #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together imagines

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Chapter 4

“In my defense…” Arthur started, but Kay cut him off.

“Oh, I’m sure this is going to be great.”

He gave her a flat look. “I wasn’t just gallivanting around the continent, you know? I was at war.”

Kay scoffed. “Oh I can imagine it.” She said dryly. “All those long years of never-ending war. Never stopping for a second, no long periods of waiting when you could have written one single letter to your wife.”

“I…” He sighed. “I didn’t know what to say.”

“So why even bother trying, right?”

Arthur groaned. “Kay. You are not helping.”

“I cannot help you.” She pointed out. “You need to help yourself, my lord. I know you were not out there looking for fortune, glory and women. However, your wife was here, taking care of a lot of things as well. She kept this place running, even when things got bad. Even when thousands came from the North.”

“I know.” He hissed. “I have heard all about what she has done.”

“My point is: this is not a competition of who had it worse during the war.” Kay told him. “You two were married too fast and too young, then you didn’t even have time to get to know each other. Of course this is going to be hard.”

Arthur sighed.

“Also, I am not saying you are the only one responsible for this situation. Lady Sansa also has a part in it, she should work on this marriage too.” Kay conceded.

Arthur arched an eyebrow. “But?”

Kay grimaced. “By the Seven, Arthur, what did you do to that girl on her wedding night?”

“Why?” He asked, a deep frown on his face. “I did not hurt her.” He hadn’t… Had he?

The woman crossed her arms. “I didn’t think you did.”

“You told me to be gentle!” He threw his hands up.

Kay scoffed. “How did you interpret me saying ‘be gentle to your virginal, sheltered young wife’ as ‘botch it up so badly she can’t see how people would enjoy it at all’?”

“Oh Gods.” He groaned in pain. This was… Humbling.

He did have a notion that he hadn’t actually been great that night, but… This was worse than he thought it might be.

“Lady Sansa is…” Kay seemed to think hard about what to say, before coming to a decision. “She is guarded. After her mother and brother died it was as if she just locked up inside herself.”

Yes, that had been cruel. Arthur hadn’t been at the wedding, because he didn’t trust the Freys and the Boltons, and he was a bit pissed at Robb for what he’d done throughout the whole mess.

He could understand falling in love, but Robb had been stupid to think it’d be that easy. The man who’d preached to him about promises and honor, had thrown his away and almost cost them the rebellion.

If Jon hadn’t come along…

He could only imagine how Sansa felt about it. He felt immensely guilty for not being there for Robb, despite their difference in opinions. Sansa had been alone at the time, in Camelot. She’d received the news from Bedivere, because once again Arthur hadn’t been capable of just writing her one fucking letter.

He was a shitty husband.

“Listen, Arthur.” Kay put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I am not blaming you. Or her. What I want you to see is that it was not easy for both of you. You did not have the time to get used to each other, to know each other. You did not get the chance to court her properly, and woo with your dubious charms.”

Arthur gave her a weak smile at that.

“You two have to start from the very beginning after all this time and everything that happened in between. Of course it won’t be easy, but it doesn’t mean it is hopeless.”

He took a deep breath in. “You are right.” He decided. “I have done stupider things with worse odds.”

Kay frowned. “That was not actually encouraging, but fine.”

“I want to make this work, Kay.”

“That I am happy to hear.”

“Any suggestions on how I should start?”

“You could always actually please your wife in bed.”

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Logically Arthur wasn’t about to tup his wife in the middle of the morning -she hardly seemed interested in it during the night. However, what Kay had said did make him think about what he could do.

He knew very little about Sansa, even after three years of marriage. The only things he knew were related to him by other people, including Jon and Arya, who’d told him she liked songs and lemon cakes -respectively.

That didn’t seem like a solid base for anything.

Therefore, he chose to start with what he requested the night before: for them to meet so they could talk about Londinium.

He met her at her solar and she was polite and distant as they talked.

It was clear to him how competent she was. Sansa had been raised to be the lady of a keep and it showed when she was working.

Whatever she didn’t know, she’d learned and mastered. She knew about the business, the trading routes and needs of the people.

“I suppose we will need to re-negotiate trade now that the Dragon Queen has taken over.” She mused.

“Yes.” Arthur sighed. “But I am not sure how fast that will happen, since she has her own problems for now.”

“I am glad Jon did not surrender the North to her.”

“I like being independent from the South.” He agreed. “Bunch of wankers.”

She arched an eyebrow at him, and he cleared his throat.

“This is just an overview.” She continued. “I can send you all the papers so you can see for yourself…”

“I trust you, Sansa.” He told her simply. “I will familiarize myself better with it, but I know I left Londinium in good hands.”

She didn’t comment and just looked at him.

“Do you know what I think is more relevant now?”

Sansa arched an eyebrow. “I can barely wait to hear it.”

“Our marriage.”

Arthur was pretty sure she was holding in a snort. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He pressed on. “We should work on that.”

“Why?”

“Because, love, you are not getting rid of me. It will be easier if you just accept that and fall in love with me.”

She narrowed her eyes and Arthur grinned. There she was.

#madame baggio #crackship #crossover #gifs not mine #crossover pairings #fanfiction #posted on ao3 #game of thrones #king arthur legend of the sword #sansa stark #arthur pendragon #sansa x arthur #lady of all she touches

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Bro can I hear more of your Una headcanons bro

OH BOY I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED! 🤩

Una Headcanons!! 💛

Like I said in my Una Loves Puzzles post I strongly headcanon her as autistic, or at least the Illyrian equivalent.

Autistic Una Headcanons/Character Analysis

I think she was absolutely a hyperverbal (as in talking full sentences by age two) and lining things up kind of autistic kid (which is my kind lol). She’s learned to reign it in a bit obviously but the organizing oh my gawd

I mean, have you SEEN how bubbly she gets at the prospect of organizing files?! Same vibes when I decide to rearrange the dvds or books in my house lmao. She clearly deeply enjoys repetitive/tedious tasks most people find boring or unpleasant. “Where fun goes to die” for YOU maybe! Chin-Riley and I are just built different. Spreadsheet nerd solidarity!

I know part of why people find her intimidating is because she’s first officer and tends to keep her distance (plus most people would look stern next to Chris let’s be real). She’s shown that’s she’s a gentle and caring person after you move past that though! I think the other part of it is that she comes off as stoic and hard to impress because that’s straight up just her face, her emotions and facial expression don’t always connect in a noticeable way. Another autism mood!

Probably had that more tender, friendly side of her on display before she had to hide her identity from Starfleet Academy. She seems lonely and wants to make genuine connections with people. She even got really chipper and funny by singing with ensign babey Spock in the turbolift in Short Treks. She starts letting herself do that outside of La’an with her blooming friendship with M’Benga. But it was really hard for her because she didn’t wanna out herself by letting people get too close. But since M’Benga knows the truth it’s easier.

What seems to be her absolute core motivation, for joining Starfleet, for connecting with people, for unraveling mysteries is this INTENSE and all-consuming desire to understand. Understand the world and the people around her, perhaps partially to help her better understand herself! Which is again, 100% a huge mood. It seriously informs how she interacts with people:

She has a natural affinity for closed off people, people with secrets, it’s why she’s good at keeping other people’s secrets and her own. She has a habit of gravitating toward people who are hurting very badly but doing a great job of fooling everyone else. Without exposing them in an uncomfortable way. It’s how she gets La’an to start therapy, gets M’benga to tell her about Rukiya, and gets Chris to question his complacency in his own future.

She shakes people up and makes them curious as to why they are the way they are. Her compassionate curiousity via not being 100% on conversational boundaries when she feels close to someone is genuinely infectious!

The Origin of “Number One”

Either her name was already Una and she changed her last name to sound more human (I bet we’ll get a real last name reveal after the whole court martial thing blows over). Or she changed her name to Una knowing that it meant one and started encouraging #1 as a nickname (I mean she even signs the scorch with it lol). That OR back during Academy days she didn’t know and Chris noticed and joked about it and it’s stuck ever since! Either option is absolutely freaking adorable!

Other little things (+more Autism lol):

She’s 110% a dog person, or a dog-like creatures person lol

NEEEEEEDS schedules and checklists, they’re the best thing ever invented, she has hundreds.

Extremely competitive in that she doesn’t care about winning, but she hates hates hates losing.

She hates the texture of the normal uniforms which is why she wears the jacket skant 90% of the time.

Is either a secret goth off duty or full on bright colors and clashy pattern and texture mixing to match her equally wonderful eccentric 60s inspired hairstyles. Possibly both! (Which, again, MOOD.)

Would double lace her boots if her boots had laces. Combat boots or light up sketchers, no in-between.

She does elaborate hair and makeup as a routine thing to keep her hands busy in the morning.

She’s messes with her hair as a stim which is why she keeps it out of the way so often, also Bouncy/Swingy Leg!

Might start holding back less with her ridiculous strength, maybe even be a lil’ bit of a show off. I’m just SAYING, she might be able to lift Chris (I’d kill to see that even once.)

She loves dad jokes and would make more if Pike wasn’t constantly generating a massive surplus. Pretends to not be amused because then Chris would be Too Powerful.

She unintentionally gets really loud when she’s happy. Seems like she’d do the happy flappy arms stim too.

Strawberries may be her favorite but I bet she’s a sucker for rhubarb pie!

Also I’m willing to bet money that she’s bi! 💖💜💙

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