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w1ldthoughts · 9 months

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The Forgotten One Chapter One: Cheers to Four Years

Pairing: CEO!Jack Harlow x Amnesiac!Reader

A/n: First chapter of The Forgotten One Series! So excited to do my first Jack Harlow AU. It’ll be emotional and stressful but hopefully you all enjoy it!

Warnings: car accident description, hospital stay and description of injuries.

When your alarm sounded that morning, you were ready to go. There was so much to do today with so little time to get it all done. With a mental list in mind, you tried to sit up in bed to grab your phone and type it all out but a heavy weight pulled you right back down to reality.

“Don’t know where you’re about to go without a good morning kiss or anything? On our anniversary no less? My god.” Jack whines, pressing his lips to your bare shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed. “Happy anniversary baby, you’re the love of my life.”

“That’s better isn’t it?”

The man’s smile says it all. He pulls you further into his arms, allowing your upper body to rest on top of him. “This—this is better.”

“Ever since you moved in, I think I’ve slept a lot better. Having this be our home instead of just mine has brought me so much peace. You bring me peace. Happy anniversary y/n.”

The kiss started off slow, lips lightly brushing together and filled with anticipation. Jack’s hands roamed your body, his hands finding purchase on the small of your back. He drew small circles against the sheet that was still covering your body, deepening the kiss. “We should skip work today, spend some quality time celebrating. Four years is a pretty big deal, you know?”

“It is a big deal but I have a big meeting at work today that I absolutely cannot miss. So I gotta go before I’m late. You and I both know my boss is all about us being 15 minutes early or we’re late while he shows up whenever he wants.” You tell him with a giggle, poking his nose.

He watches you get up from the bed and huffs out a breath, looking miserable. “So you’ll leave your boyfriend in bed who loves you so much to go see your terrible boss?”

“Yes, yes I am. Because this is my dream job and on the bright side he’s very sexy. So at least I’ll have something to look at.” After getting ready, you give him one last peck on the lips and tell him you have a gift for him tonight after dinner.

Pulling into your parking spot at Churchill Downs Inc. will never get old. The company was a foundational part of the state of Kentucky and you were lucky enough to get a small HR position out of college and steadily worked your way up to Director of Operations. Another girl who started at the company at the same time you did had climbed the ladder with you along the way and without Cleo’s support and encouragement during some very trying times, there was no way you’d be where you are today.

After swiping your company ID, you took the elevator up to your office on the 13th floor, welcomed by your assistant Ben who held your favorite coffee in his right hand and an overview of who would be attending the meeting in his left. Cleo came in a few minutes later to give a numbers update for you to present to the board, and to make lunch plans.

“I’m probably gonna order us some Proof on Main because I’m not leaving here until 8 tonight. Need to meet with Elijah down in accounting to make sure we’re on track and he’s been kind of hard to track down so I’ll be here for a while.” Cleo sits down on the couch in the corner of the room. She claims it’s her designated spot. “What time are you and Jack going to dinner?”

“Reservations are for 6:30 I think. So I’ll probably head out around 4:45.”

“I seriously cannot believe you guys have been together for four years,” she laughs. “Do you remember when we—“

“We don’t have to talk about the dark ages. Not when we had cubicles by the bathrooms and packed tuna sandwiches for lunch because we had to save our money to pay bills.” A shiver went down your spine at the thought of living paycheck to paycheck while having to dress up for various fundraisers and galas on a very small budget.

“Those were the days. Wouldn’t want to spend my nights watching ‘Good Girls’ and eating ramen on the couch with anyone else. I love you and I’m really glad we get to do this together every day.” Cleo states proudly, wiping a fake tear from her eye.

You stood up from your seat to grab her hand in agreement. “I love you too. And I will see you in 30 after my meeting. Wish me luck.”

“Please, you don’t need luck. You run this shit.”

Walking into a board room to speak in front of a group of men lit a fire under you that was hard to explain. Yes, Cathy and Rachel were on the board as well but they had probably been sitting in these meetings since you were in middle school. You walked around to the front of the board room and handed out the information sheets, giving everyone access to the numbers you’d be referencing and where they came from in case there were any questions. The entire board was in attendance, except your boss. Of course he’d demand that everyone be early and he was nowhere to be found. After giving it five minutes to see if he’d show up, you began to speak.

“Okay so I’m going to keep it short and just go over some big picture things for you all so everyone is on the same page regarding the schedule. We have racetrack inspections starting Wednesday and the repair crew will come in some time after to give a final ‘all clear’ and—“

The door opens and he walks in wearing a beige knitted top with olive green pants and brown New Balance 550s. How wonderful it must feel to be a modern day CEO. And comfortable. He simply sat down at the opposite end of you and was immediately handed all the necessary paperwork to catch up.

“As I was saying, we’re starting the newest season in the fall. Sports books open back up in six weeks which means that we need to beat out the numbers from last quarter. You all know that we had record breaking numbers in both wagers at $796 million and profit, which was at $319 million. From where we’re at today this quarter’s target numbers are $803 million in wagers and $360 million in profit.” You looked to the table at the impressed faces staring back at you, feeling proud. There was a very limited number of questions and the meeting was adjourned, everyone heading back to their respective offices, except for your boss who stayed behind as you grabbed your stuff.

“What could you possibly have been doing to show up to this meeting 12 minutes late?” You questioned him as he scrolled through his phone, very unmoved by your annoyed tone of voice.

“I’m sorry,” he put his phone down and stood up, placing his hands on your shoulders, making you relax a bit. “My girlfriend and I have pretty big plans tonight and I just had to make sure that Sadie cleared my schedule. You know she forgets things sometimes.”

You scoff, feeling tension in your shoulders again. “That’s because she wants to fuck you. So badly. Everyone knows that.”

“Well sometimes good things happen when you have sex with your boss. Like a four year, extremely stable, healthy and sexy relationship? Best thing that ever happened to you?” Jack beams, kissing your forehead.

“Hm, I guess life with you isn’t so bad, boss.”

“Hey enough with the dirty talk y/n. We’re on the clock.” He states, walking in front of you, getting ready to open the door.

“I literally didn’t say anything remotely sexual.”

He stops right as his hand touches the door handle, turning around to face you. His ocean eyes filled with pure adoration. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know I want you, all the fucking time.”

“Good thing you have me all to yourself then, huh?”

Your boyfriend gives you a knowing look, “I can’t wait to show you tonight how grateful I am to get to be with you.” He pecks your cheek and fully opens the door, heading back up to his office.

Before you knew it, 5pm hit and it was time to head home and get ready for dinner. You opted for a black leather miniskirt, a black top with an olive green trench coat and boots. Jack was leaning on the kitchen counter, typing away on his laptop clad in an all black outfit. Of course. After showering you with compliments and sneaking in a few cheeky kisses, it was time to leave.

The two of you headed off to the restaurant and were immediately seated in a private section for some much needed peace and quiet. He never really drank but for this occasion, he ordered two glasses of their most expensive wine.

“Cheers to us. Four years down, the best time of my life.” Jack declared, a light clink of your glasses hitting each other the only other sound in the room. “Here’s to so many more adventures together. I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too. Cheers bubs.”

He laughs, shaking his head at the nickname that secretly made his stomach tingle. “So…gifts. I know we said we wouldn’t make a big deal out of it this year but I feel like we’ve been working so hard and haven’t actually gotten to spend time with each other for more than a day outside of work in the last few months…”

“Jackman, what did you do?” You mused.

“We’re going to the Maldives in two weeks. Just you and me and a California king bed overlooking the second most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. The first is you being naked if I wasn’t making myself clear.”

“No, I got it.” You reassure him with a giggle. This was really the man you chose out of all others in this world. “And I think it’s a great idea. Thank you my love.”

“Anything for you, pooks.”

Now it was your turn. “I’ve literally been looking for something to get you for months because what the hell do you get someone who already has everything they could possibly want? And I figured it out. You’re always in the office until late and I miss you. So I got an upgrade for your home office and it’s being set-up as we speak. It's a noise canceling Livit Studypod so you won’t have to physically be in your office to get that quiet feel you need when you’re trying to focus. That way I can just be downstairs if you need a break or whatever.”

“That is actually perfect, you’re a fucking genius.”

“I know.” You respond, taking a bite of your food. “It’s why you fell in love with me, even if I didn’t like you. Not even a little.”

Jack sighs, thinking back to a time that felt like centuries ago. “And now look at you. Can’t get enough of me.”

“If that’s what you tell yourself so you can sleep better at night then I’m gonna let you have it.”

On the way home, you and Jack were belting out “Candy Girl” by New Edition. He remembered going straight right after the light turned green. Everything happened so quickly after that, but also the world seemed to be going in slow motion. The other car must have been going at least 60 mph when it hit the passengers side. There was glass…everywhere. His all black Aston Martin DBX spun eight times before smashing into the median, leaving behind an overwhelming smell of burned rubber and gas. Bystanders watched in horror as the Prince of Kentucky and his longtime girlfriend were pulled out of the totaled car, placed on stretchers and heaved onto different ambulances. The scene looked catastrophic and all anyone could do was pray and hope for the best.

Two days went by. Two days full of national news coverage about the young CEO of Churchill Downs Inc. and the accident. The man who hit them walked away with a few bruises on his face and a broken nose from the airbag as well as getting arrested for driving under the influence. The only sounds that could be heard in Jack’s hospital room was the steady beep of the machines and his dad Brian’s soft snores. It was the first time in 37 hours that he’d actually slept. His mom was sitting next to the bed, nursing her ninth cup of coffee in the last day.

The first thing he felt when he woke up was the searing pain in his left shoulder. Then the fact that his lips were chapped and he was in desperate need of some water. He blinked his eyes open and attempted a deep breath, groaning at the painful sensation that resonated throughout his entire body.

“Jack? Sweetie, hi.” Maggie whispered, tears escaping the exact same blue eyes that were now staring back at her. “You’re awake. How—” she blew out a breath that she’d been holding since she arrived at Norton Hospital. “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? I can—I can call someone to give you more meds or—”

“I’m fine, mom.” He rasps out his voice hoarse from lack of use. “How’s y/n? I need to see her. Where is she?” Jack mutters, getting himself ready to stand up from his bed. His dad and Clay pop up immediately, broken out of their sleepy daze to ease him back down.

“You can’t go anywhere bro.” Clay tells him. “You broke your collarbone, a grade two concussion and got a pretty nasty cut on your shoulder.”

His dad places a comforting hand on his good shoulder, “just take it easy son. She’s just next door and we’ll take you to her when you’ve got a little more energy.”

“Fine.” Jack scoffs, feeling too tired to argue. “Is she okay at least? Can you tell me anything?” The trio exchange looks that make him feel like they’re preparing him for the worst. “Somebody please tell me. I can—I can handle it.” He whispers, trying to settle his breaths. And even though everyone in the room knew that he definitely would not be able to handle it, they had to tell him.

Maggie sat at the side of the bed and placed a hand on her son’s leg. “Honey, she’s not awake yet. And it’s not looking good. The—impact of the crash caused some swelling in her brain and they had to put her in a medically induced coma. They’re still running tests but she,” his mom pauses at the look in her son’s eyes. It was like the light had gone out in them and the more she spoke, the more despondent he looked. “You should probably get some more rest. We’ll grab you some water and food so you can get your strength back? How does that sound?”

He didn’t respond, just gave her a simple nod and reclined the bed back a little so that he could lay down more comfortably, even with his injuries. The thought of you sitting there helpless and in pain was ten times as painful as his collarbone or anything he was experiencing. His family stepped outside and he knew they were whispering about him but all he could hear was the consistent dripping sound of his tears onto the pillow under his head.

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mrsparrasblog · 24 days

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Highscool AU CoD Pt1

1 September 1990

Pt2

SIMON'S POV

"Your son will never be anything proper if he keeps going to that snob school," my father screamed at my mother as usual. It wasn’t like I wanted to go to that damn boarding school anyway; I didn't want to leave Tommy alone with my dad.

"He's got a full ride scholarship. Do you know how much money we're saving?" No costs for food for me, no hockey equipment, nothing; it was all paid for just so I could play hockey at this damn school.

"He's still with all these trust fund brats. These kids grow up with a silver spoon in their lives, he gets messed up and thinks he can study and do other crap."

"Jim, fuck off. Your son is going to be a hockey player, for fuck's sake."

I left the kitchen, walking back to my room, packing the last things I needed before taking the train to Exeter. The uniform mom bought me was two sizes too big. She said I would fit into it soon, but it wouldn't help my case that no one in this school wanted to talk to the scholarship boy. I just wanted to go to a normal school in Manchester, hang out with my mates, watch football with them, and not do hockey. I didn't want to become a professional ice hockey player, but I also didn’t want to disappoint mom, so hockey it is.

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The train would leave in 10 minutes. My family and I already stood at the rail.

"I'm going to write you, Tommy, and I'll come back most weekends." Tommy clung to my legs, desperate for me not to leave again like last time. I knew dad would probably beat Tommy up again for being so emotional.

"Dad."

"Son."

We only nodded at each other, and then mom hugged me tight, not wanting to let go of me. I walked inside the train, searching for an empty compartment. Hopefully, there was no one from my school on this train. I needed this time to prepare myself for the hell I would endure for the next year.

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I arrived at Exeter. The bus took me to my home for the next year: Northbridge Academy.

Around the gate stood all sorts of cars. Most students got driven here instead of taking the train like I did. Their cars would make dad fuss again about how posh this place is. Ferraris, Porsches, and Bugattis were the cars of the poorer students. They would probably laugh about Dad's Honda Civic.

My stomach growled. I knew it wouldn’t get food until the evening today in the mess hall. It was like a sort of ritual welcoming the first years, introducing them, mostly telling what their parents did for a living and which sport they would do in this school. I remembered last year when I was introduced: "Simon Riley. Mom's a nurse, and Dad's unemployed. He will join the ice hockey team."

At that point, I knew I would get bullied after hearing all the things about the other students in my year. There was one scholarship boy too, Johnny. I thought we would be friends, but because of him being the goalie of our football team, everyone loved him despite his parents only being farmers. Of course, he befriended Kyle, the most popular guy around. He was filthy rich and posh. The girls all fancied him. He played as a striker, and rumors said that he would, after graduating his A levels, play for Arsenal.

"Sod off, Riley. Go back to where you belong, mud," Tiffany said as she spat on me. Tiffany was the most popular girl, but rather than Kyle, she wasn’t nice. She was mean and hated my guts, always telling me their family worked hard to achieve this place at Northbridge Academy, while I got it gifted. So she made me deserve it in other ways by bullying me with her little girls squad. But who cared?

A giant approached me, giving me a handkerchief and speaking in the most broken English I've ever heard. "Are you okay, little one?"

"Yes, it's okay, mate." He only nodded and went away.

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I sat back in my class and listened to Ms. Lawson, our class teacher, telling us all about this year's classes.

"Let me introduce you to a new girl in the class. Come on, Ms. König," she smiled at a girl who shyly walked in front of the whole class with a batch of red velvet cookies in her hand.

She is incredibly beautiful, but she is a trust fund baby like everyone else. I could already see it; she wore a Chanel bow wrapped inside her blonde curly hair. She was taller than me by several inches; she was at least 5'3" while I only reached 4'11". But I'll be tall like my Dad someday, hopefully. She was a bit different than the other rich girls, though.

She wasn’t as skinny as them; she was a bit chubby. I never saw the problem in being chubby, but my classmates always made fun of chubby girls. Poor girl won't survive a second in this hell. The teacher told us that her Dad was the founder and CEO of Kortac. I didn’t know what this was, but judging by the way my classmates gasped, she must be filthy rich.

"Hello, I'm Elisabeth. Um, I moved to Cardiff with my brother and my mom. I was born in Vienna, Austria. I do ballet, gymnastics, and I like to bake," she smiled.

"Well, we see that she likes baking," Tiffany whispered to Laurie, both of the girls giggling.

"You should probably be nice to her, Tiff. Mom told me about Kortac," Jilian said, and Tiffany nodded. I didn’t know what Kortac was, but it sounded like something not good.

Elisabeth walked towards the back of the class, sitting at the table next to me. What just happened? She smiled at me, reaching out with her hands towards me. It took two minutes till I grabbed it and shook it. "I'm Simon."

"I'm Elisabeth. Do you want a cookie?" She smiled and almost stuffed the red velvet cookie in my mouth. It was delicious, like an explosion in my mouth. This was so nice from her; she probably didn’t know that it would be her social ruin being friends with me. Slow fantasies about having a friend in this school crept up inside my head. It was unrealistic, but a nice thought; even if she was a girl, better than nothing, right? She was nice, and her cookies were good.

"Thank you for the cookies."

"I'll always feed everyone."

"You should never feed a stray dog," I joked. If she only knew her cookie was the first thing I ate in two days.

"Hm, but I like collecting stray dogs," she laughed. A friend. I had a friend. I couldn’t mess this up.

The girls' squad approached us; they probably would humiliate me, and then she starts to laugh at me.

"König? You should probably reconsider your taste in friends; this mutt here is on a scholarship basis here." God, how I hated Tiffany.

"Oh, I think I'll have great taste in friends. I mean, I'm not friends with you," Elisabeth smiled. She looked so sweet, and now she was protecting me in front of Tiffany. My new friend was a feisty one.

"He is poor, don’t you understand?" Tiffany scoffed, disgusted.

"What do your parents do, Tiffany?" and for a second, I was afraid she is now influenced by the 5'5 tall skinny Louis Vuitton-wearing cunt.

"My father is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a lawyer," Tiffany chimed proudly, only earning a laugh from Elisabeth.

"This explains why you can only afford Louis Vuitton. So, Tiffany, my Dad is richer four times than your family, so I'm more than rich enough for Simon and me together. So please leave before I punch your smug face." Her eyelashes fluttered, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. While Tiffany walked away furious, earning us the glances of Kyle's squad.

"Sorry about that. I'm normally nicer; I just don’t like bullies."

"Don’t apologize; that was bloody brilliant."

"So, Simon, which sport do you do?"

"Ice hockey."

"Wow, I loved ice skating as a kid."

"Why ballet then and not figure skating?" I asked her, curious. She would make a great figure skater; she walks so elegantly and doesn’t slop.

"School provides only partner figure skating, and I'm a bit too heavy for that," I didn’t want to agree with her; I would probably struggle picking her up. But I couldn’t even carry 25 pounds. Coach told me I need to work on my strength this month, before I could react and try to say something nice, something weird happened.

"Awright, I'm John Mactavish, mah loue," John never associated with me, and now he comes to my table to speak with my new friend.

"I'm sorry, John; my English, I don’t understand you," she looks at him with apologetic puppy eyes.

"Ah, sorry, I'm Scottish, but if you’d like some tutoring, I'd be available, Ellie?"

“Don’t listen to MacTavish; he almost failed English last year,” I remarked snarky. Normally, I tried to down my sarcasm at this school, make myself as small as possible, but alone, her laugh was worth making myself noticeable.

"Shut up, mate, you're destroying my chances with Ellie."

"I hate nicknames," she grumbled.

"We'll see about that, Bonnie."

"Elisabeth, not Bonnie."

Sure, here's the corrected version:

"You're funny, hen," he laughed before walking away.

"Is everyone so intense here?"

"Yes."

"You don’t talk much, do you?"

"Not really."

"So, I think we will have a great friendship," she smiled at me, and maybe this year won't be hell after all.

"How come you can call me 'Si' but don’t allow nicknames?"

"Because I'm pretty and funny, Si," she pointed her tongue at me playfully.

"Pretty, yes, funny, no, Lizzie," she blushed as I called her pretty; the pink on her cheeks looked cute. Wait, what am I thinking?

"Really, Lizzie?"

"Yes, Lizzie."

After the feast and for the first time in this school not sitting alone eating, I went to the male dorms. Last year, I shared my dorm with a bunch of older guys from the team; this year, I got new dorm partners. I walked into dorm 13B and read the paper on top of it.

Garrick - Perfect. Kyle the jock was in the room.

MacTavish - Even worse than Kyle.

Riley

Volkov

König- Wait, isn’t that Lizzy's last name? But she is a girl, right? She looked like a girl, at least.

Price - He once punched a bully in the face, so he was nice, I guess.

I walked inside the room, seeing that everyone was already unpacking their stuff in the bunk.

Kyle's corner was full of his football trophy and posters of Arsenal London; he took the most place in the closet he shared with Johnny. Of course, he was one of the wealthiest kids in this school; his parents owned several newspapers, shops, and his mother was the heiress of British Petroleum.

Johnny's corner was messy, the wall full of little doodles. I never knew he'd like to draw so much; most of his normal clothes were full of paint stains. It kinda made him more sympathetic.

Nik and Price shared a bunk, like I'd thought; their side was full of posters from Nirvana, Guns N' Roses, and Metallica. Nik's father was the CEO of Aeroflot, so the little plane model didn’t surprise me. John's parents were a curse; his father was on the way to becoming the Prime Minister of England, making the press watch every move of him.

I decorated my room with some ice hockey posters and a picture of me and Tommy; I needed to write him a letter, or else he thinks I've forgotten him. The door opened, and the nice giant from earlier walked inside; this must have been Lizzy's brother and my bunkmate now.

"Hallo," he said awkwardly, ducking his head under the frame. He must be over 6ft tall; I wondered how old he is.

"That's König, mates. He isn’t very good with his English, so fuck off if you complain about his accent," Price commanded; he was like his dad, a natural leader.

"Man, how tall are you?" Johnny asked, curious and, of course, he didn’t know any social clues, idiot.

"1.88 meters."

"That's 6'2" Nikolai explained, knowing the metric system because of his Russian heritage.

I just closed my eyes, ignoring the banter of my roommates, finally falling asleep in that uncomfortable bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night by a cry from under me; that's awkward. I never knew how to react in this situation, especially if a 6'2" guy cries.

"Shh, Elli, es ist nur ein Traum. Ich passe auf dich auf. Sie finden dich nicht; du bist sicher, okay?" (It's just a dream; I'll protect you. They won't find you; you're safe.) It wasn’t his cry; it was Lizzy's. That made it only worse; I didn’t know if I could say or do anything, so I only listened to her sobs, like the weak boy I was. Dad was right; I am useless. I have a friend for one day, but when she is upset, I'm hiding in my bed, listening to her cry like a bloody coward.

The next morning, I went to the mess hall, sitting down next to Lizzie. I had a table now; I was finally inside of it.

"Ach du scheiße—what are you eating?"

"Uh, beans with toast and hash browns."

"That's disgusting," she sniffed.

"Did you even try it?"

"No."

"So why do you think it's disgusting?"

"It looks funky, and breakfast should be a hot roll with some homemade jam or maybe a butter pretzel."

"That sounds German."

"Austrian."

"So why are you eating cereal then?"

"They looked funny," she gestured at her fruit loops and smiled at the bright colors, giving me the spoon so I could taste it. It was an unfamiliar gesture, and she kinda behaved differently than the other rich girls; she behaved carelessly.

"Aye, scoot over, Simon," Johnny sat down at our table with his tray full of sausages and eggs, taking Kyle with him. Both sat down next to us; I felt like I was stuck in a parallel universe.

It got even worse when König, Nik, and John joined the table, making our table completely full. I didn’t like the new size of our friend group. Yesterday, I had only Lizzie, and now I'm stuck with five blokes.

"I'm John Price, by the way," he took Lizzie's hand and gave her a handkiss, making her blush and giggle, while König gave him a death glare. "No touching my sister."

"So, König, which football club do you like?" Kyle asked.

"FC Bayern München, you?" the giant answered.

"Arsenal will play for it someday," Kyle said proudly.

"Manchester United."

"Aye, Celtic FC."

"Of course, a Scottish club," I muttered.

"They're great."

"Tottenham Hotspur," John said proudly, and everyone besides Lizzie started to laugh.

"Mate, no, that's embarrassing."

"Shut it, Garrick."

"If I play for Arsenal, I'll beat Tottenham every day."

"You sure will," John rolled his eyes.

"Elli? Do you fancy a club?"

"I don’t like football."

"What the fuck?" everyone shouted at once.

"It's not hard; it's boring. Try gymnastics or ballet; that's a real sport, and not something where you whine because someone crossed you, stealing your ball," Johnny's and Kyle's faces fell down; how dare she insult their precious sport. It was actually funny how she had all her opinions and was never afraid to spit them out.

"You can come and watch my next rugby game; that's a real sport," John winked at her.

"No flirting with my sister, no touching my sister, no dating my sister until 18," König looked at John with his intimidating facial expression, ready to tower over all of us.

"Eighteen is a bit too early. Oh no, I never date at all; I'll grow old with a bunch of kittens," she smiled while fiddling with her bow in her hand.

"That's a loss for me, hen," poor Johnny will probably get beaten up by the end of the year if he doesn’t stop flirting.

"Why is your bow not in your hair, Lizzie?"

"Tiffany made fun of it, and she was right; it's childish."

"Du liebst deine Schleife?" (You love your bow?) Without a word, I stood up and took her bow and placed it on top of her head. This bow was probably more worth than my mom's paycheck, but still. She is my friend, so I need to be there for her like she protected me yesterday.

"Tiffany is a cunt; you want that bow, you wear that bow." The table agreed with my comment and enjoyed their food.

"What's your next subject, Si?"

"Chemistry."

"Me too," she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me with her to the next class.

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terriblesportsimagines · 1 year

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GOM’s reaction to their female s/o giving them flowers? Because boys deserve to get some flowers too!! <3

I tried to keep these as in character (my interpretation of course) as possible, while also honoring the spirit of the ask. Hopefully it worked!

Akashi Seijuro

He’s confused at first, but only for the span of about three seconds. Looking at your hopeful face, with your pretty blush, tells him everything he needs to know.

He gives you the softest smile. It’s the kind of smile literally no one gets to see. He’s very polite, but he kisses your forehead and runs his fingertips down your jaw.

Depending on how many you give him, he’ll keep one on him and put the rest in some kind of vase. The majority go on his desk in the student council room.

The one he keeps, he carefully trims so that it fits through a button hole on his school jacket. Wears it without shame and then presses it when he gets back to his dorm.

God help anyone who so much as gives it a look.

Aomine Daiki

He stares at the flowers like they are going to bite him. At first, he doesn’t even realize you’re trying to give them to him, and when he gets it, he starts to turn red around the edges.

What the fuck, ____-chan?

A lot of bluster, and a fair amount of grumbling lectures about how guys don’t want flowers, etc. However, if you tell him you’ll take them back in that case, he gets defensive and annoyed. Absolutely snatches them from you the moment you start to pull away.

Those are mine.

Outwardly he’s grumpy and embarrassed about it, but inside his stomach is doing flips. He’s torn between his ‘masculinity’ and the fact that you’d given him something, especially something that reminds him of you.

Won’t wear them or anything, but secretly asks Satsuki to teach him how to preserve them. Also clumsily jams one in your hair, if you are wearing it up. If you aren’t, then don’t rule out it going in your cleavage instead lol

Kise Ryouta

He squeals. Like literally squeals like a little girl. He flushes, but he’s too busy grinning and smelling the flowers to notice or care.

He is effusive with his praise. Really, somehow makes it about you and how you are the best, most beautiful, amazing girlfriend in the entire world.

He’s the only one of them that appreciates them for what they are. He likes flowers and thinks they suit him. He’ll probably spend a break with you in his lap, weaving the flowers into crowns for both of you.

Doesn’t want to take it off and gets scolded by teachers until he does. Knows better than to try to wear it during practice. But he demands a date after practice and will be elated you match as you end up at a dessert café or something.

Anyone tries to laugh at either of you? Well, you learn then that he’s not always the cheerful, bubbly young man you love.

Murasakibara Atsushi

Has absolutely no idea what to do with flowers. Thus, he has no idea how to respond.

Has a tendency to speak and react without actually thinking, so the chances of hurt feelings are pretty good. He holds them like they are going to bite him and frowns. Why?

He does think he would have rather had something yummy.

He’s not that slow, especially when it comes to you, so he sees your disappointment right away.

A bit pouty, but he makes up for his poor reaction. Being the handsy sort, he probably picks you up so he can kiss you without bending so far. It’s one armed too, since he’s still holding the flowers in his other hand.

Mutters a thank you between kisses and nuzzles, and then, of course, demands Buy me something yummy?

It seems like he doesn’t care about the flowers, but he has them in his dorm on display and gets sad when they start to wilt. Himuro helps him preserve a couple of them.

Midorima Shintarou

Dies. That’s it, he just falls over dead in front of you.

Jk, but he is dying inside. Blushes brightly, but that’s the only indication of emotions on him. A lot of fiddling with his glasses ensues.

Has no idea why you would get him flowers, maybe if they were his lucky item, but as it happened, they were not. Will demand an explanation.

Takes them grudgingly, because he’s a tsuntsun and god forbid he actually say what her feels. You can see how flattered and happy his, however, by the way he fusses with them and treats them very carefully. He even thanks you shyly. There’s embarrassment, but he’s very soft in that moment and will actually reach out to hold your hand.

As embarrassing as it is to receive flowers, he’s secretly happy, behind the bluster. He feels special, after all, how many boyfriends could say their girlfriends gave them flowers?

Kuroko Tetsuya

Is a bit confused for a moment, but he smiles at you right away and thanks you in his quiet way.

He used to help his mom with her garden, so he knows how to take care of them. Bonus points if you got him living flowers, they would sit in a place of pride on his desk.

The gift brings you closer. He doesn’t expect things, even when he buys you little things because they make him think of you, so when you do give him something it tickles him pink and he treasures whatever it is.

If any of his friends try to tease him, he gives them his deadpanned stare and asks in a completely straight voice What did your girlfriend get you?

Knowing full well that none of them have girlfriends. He’s savage when he wants to be.

He knows how to save flowers, and so he does. He eventually puts one in a frame so it’s like having them on his desk forever.

#kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #aomine daiki #midorima shintaro #murasakibara atsushi #kise ryouta #kuroko tetsuya #headcanons

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just-avocado · 2 months

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So I stayed up until like four last night writing down the lyrics for the Circe Saga because it’s incredible and Spotify didn’t have lyrics yet but since tumblr doesn’t want me to post pics rn for some reason I’ll just try again later and instead talk about the songs!!! :D

Puppeteer- The intro instrumental lives in my head to rent and so does Eurylochus’s rap part, I need to know what he was going to tell Odysseus he sounded so vulnerable- I swear this guy is climbing up my favorite characters list, I do find it interesting how he wanted to leave the crew behind with Circe when later in Mutiny he confronted Odysseus for “trading the lives of his crew” in order to get home so hopefully that means he had a change and heart and wasn’t just being a hypocrite, I also love how the Circe Saga as a whole but especially Puppeteer and There Are Other Ways really highlight how terrible Odysseus feels about everything he’s done, everyone he’s failed or killed since leaving home, I need to know how he goes from hating himself to embracing all he’s done

Uhh favorite lines!

“Look at all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned, Every single cost is so much more than what we’ve earned” SING IT Eurylochus

Wouldn’t You Like- HEHEHEH I absolutely adore the synthwave-y aspects of the song I’m a huge lover of synthwave vibes as of recent, I would genuinely vibe to the instrumental all day long, Mr. Jalapeño release the instrumental versions pLplzplz 🙏, I’m sure we all know by know that Troy is the real Hermes there’s no other way he can bring THAT much charisma to the role, I’ve seen charisma before but never like that oh my god, I also love his unhinged laugh so much idk how he does it but I want to learn, also when I was writing the lyrics I had to stop for a sec and be like “is this song just Hermes giving his great grandson drugs ooor-“ because that’s 100% something he would do

Favorite lines…

Just the entire “Here in the root of this flower, There lies such a power, To take her on” segment of the song it’s just 👌

Also the part where he’s going OOOhoOhohAhahdph while the ensemble sings his verses his voice is so BEAUTIFUL and POWERFUL oh my GOD

“Don’t thank me friend! You very well may die” I chuckled so loud lmao

And his little “Good luck 😉” he’s so silly he knows shit is going to go down

Done For- okay was the lyric for this song always “I just ate a flower, one that claims your power” cuz I could have sworn it was drains your power but I might just be crazy, also chimera supremacy I love that Jorge was able to find a way to implement it, Jorge and Talya’s voices sound so great together I need more 😭, I also love that this song starts to hint at more depth behind Circe’s actions idk who out here thinks she’s a meh one-note/one-off villain but she’s not!! I’ll make a 50 page PowerPoint on this don’t test me!!

Fav lines…

“You’ve lost.” Okay Odysseus 🤡

“My nymphs are like my daughters, I protect them at all costs, The last time we let strangers live, We faced a heavy loss.” This!! This is what I’m saying she feels like she has no choice other than to hurt people so that the people she loves will stay safe, she’s literally Odysseus further down the line! it’s so fascinating to see a character like this facing off against the main protagonist bc at this point in the story we don’t know what kind of person he will become yet and yet Jorge shows us with Circe Ahdldhnsbdk

There Are Other Ways- Okay I’ll be honest, this song was the last one on my radar not bc I didn’t like it but because I was just looking forward to others so much more and it was also the one I intentionally heard less clips of because I wanted at least one song that I didn’t already know half of the lyrics to 💀 ANYWAY THIS ONE IS THE BEST SONG IN THE CIRCE SAGA CHANGE MY MIND (I’m so sorry Troy I love your voice but this song is simply better) Dude the lyrics go soso hard in this one, I’m such a sucker for one character having like a big emotional moment while another is like singing/backing them up in the background and there’s so much of that here, and the call backs? Both to earlier songs in the saga AND Just A Man, my favorite song Just A Man? Every call back to that song is just so RAW I LOVE IT, I don’t know a ton about Greek mythology outside of Epic so I dont know if Circe and Posideon have this past beef or something but I do find it interesting that it’s only after he is mentioned that Circe decides to help Odysseus but I also think it’s larger due to how he reminds her of herself with how he misses Penelope, UM THE BEAT DROP after the underworld is mentioned for the first time??? CHILLS SHIVERS EVERYTHING dude I love how the entire atmosphere changes so much because yes this could be Odysseus’ only change to make it home safely but it’s also so much more dangerous than the shitty situation they’re already in so there’s not even time for relief or a breath of air like he’s IN it now there’s no going back

Best lyrics omfg…

“There are other roads to the soul~” Talya, Tayla. This is why some of us can’t sing, the universe needs balance and you are the only explanation for that

“Want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you’re willing to burn” 😐 AAAAAH

“But there’s no puppet here” get it puppeteer? Puppet here? I thought it was clever lol

“Back at home, my wife awaits for me, She’s my everything, My Penelope” The yearning in his voice made me feel things

“So I beg you Circe, Grant us mercy, And let us puppets leeeeave~” We have literally never seen Odysseus use this sort of tactic before to get his way but I genuinely think he’s being genuine here, no play, he only wants to see his wife and son again, he’s so close to giving up hope, he’s losing his spirit, he’s searching for any sliver of help even from a women who wants him dead

“I know of a brilliant prophet… Problem is that prophets dead.” Again the cord or piano key I think it was was so AH SO GOOD AH I am foaming at the mouth for when we start getting teasers for the Underworld Saga

“Maybe showing one act of kindness, Leads to kinder souls down the road” someone make an au where Polities and Circe become besties she needs a friend like him but don’t we all, but seriously THIS is what I’m saying!! She is future Odysseus! Only difference being is that she’s so tired of hurting people at this point she decides to take a chance and give help rather than pain in the hopes that it will somehow contribute to a kinder world

“Maybe one day the world, Will need a puppeteer no more” this is her plea for help, she yearns for the day where she won’t need to be a monster in order to protect her nymphs, for Odysseus his plea was for him and his men to leave, they both showed such vulnerability in this song in different ways its ART ITS ART *gun shot*

“I have been in love once before” She even had her own Penelope guys, this is the true reason why she decided to help Odysseus methinks

Okay uhhh I think that’s it ^_^ Circe Saga rules, it might be my fav saga I’ll decide soon

#epic the musical #epic the circe saga #epic the troy saga #epic odysseus #epic polites #epic circe #epic eurylochus #disclaimer for BANGER SONGS #okay I should probably close my eyes or something I’m running in a solid two hours #Circe saga is more important than sleep lmao

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randomgentlefolk · 3 months

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CPC CHAPTER 165+166

The warning earned a chuckle from me lmao. Because why did I literally gasp while reading the first line xd

The warning for eps 166...didn't make me laugh at all.

Yayy Gwen is finally awake!! I guess thanks Leland for removing the thorny plants so she won't hurt herself :|

Nah cause Leland really dare try to kidnap a girl who asked whether he's okay after she herself just woke up from an intense nightmare 💀

Bro has the GUTS. THE AUDACITY. To start ranting about the kids he's kidnapping.

This scene is so emotional, and I am so glad Gwen is finally starting to know who Leelathae is. Though I won't lie, I'm a little disappointed that Leland is the one to tell her :/ I was expecting a family moment with Jack and the other pastel kids. But it's all good since she finally gets to know her :D

I would like to apologize in advance. Serpent Leland kinda made me laugh due to his abs lmaooo.

But it's pretty cool how Gwen and Frederick sees Leland as a threat (tho unintentional), though with different perspective. Gwen sees Leland as a big bad wolf while Frederick sees Leland as a serpent.

HECK YEAH!!! You go, Frederick!!! For once, his ability to misunderstand something is actually resulting in something wonderful and amazing!!

Aww the Possum immediately hugging Gwen <3

Oh uh whoops. Can Curtis see through that glasses? Hopefully...

Guys, Leland is throwing tantrum again :/ but i can see how using Laverne as a weapon against him is a really useful tactic. Considering how in the past, he bought Laverne to be a replacement for Jack. So turning Laverne against him probably feels like a 2nd betrayal for him.

OOHH....Aww man. Damn. I can feel that comb hitting Leland's hand and pushing the thorns in. Ouch...

NAHH NOT CELSO!!! My man this is why you don't scream your move when doing stealth move 😔

Did Frederick just do a Judo move.

I looked it up and this move is called shoulder throw or Seoi-nage.

BUT FREDERICK ACTUALLY, SERIOUSLY JUST SHOULDER THROW HIS FATHER, THEN PROCEEDS TO PLANT HIS HEAD ON THE WALL. Those laverne carrying are working. Plot twist he's actually buff lmao.

Ahwguwau Frederick actually learning from moments where he got hurt and being brave tho!! So proud of him <3

I love Aurelia and her comments man XD

Frederick immediately checking up on Gwen and making sure she wasn't hurt. These guys deserve their happy ending Lambcat c'mon :')

AURELIA FINALLY GIVING GWEN THE DIARY!!! PASTEL KIDS CHILDHOOD WJSJIWNSGEKA

But of course! Let's start from the beginning of chapter 166...

Lorena would be so proud if she see how Frederick tied his dad with her vines.

Yeah, Gwen definitely should start on the second page... Just reading the first page by glancing could lead to many misunderstandings.

May I just say, I love how Gwen is being stern(is that the word?) To Aurelia about how she needs to read that book and that she really want to know about her mother. Hah! Again, I love Aurelia's comment (this time about the war literally happening downstairs XD)

IT'S TIME. INTOOOOOO PASTEL KIDS CHILDHOOD WITH LEELATHAEEEE!!

(Cue that batman transition music (i forgot the era))

WUJWJWHWAIB THEY??? ARE ADORABLE!!! Awww Leelathae reading them a story with Jack and Gwen & Jamie's onesie!! Also their plushies!! I'm having cuteness overload....

HAJSYAISYAJ THEY HAVE MATCHING DRESSES!!!!! Maybe Leelathae sew them herself??? SJSJSHJAUS

Oh. Okay. That's not good. I suppose there's a side effect after giving birth to the children? That's...depressing.

But before we go deeper into that, birthday party!!

I must say, I absolutely adore how chaotic Lorena seems to be lmao. Look at her and her little sword XD and Maria looking really elegant. She really does give the eldest sister vibe. Gwen looks so cute with the pigtails! (I forgot the hairstyle name). Jamie with the fruits and Gwen with the fruit and cooking utensils!

Also it seems that the pastel family is having a small party for birthdays instead of big ones like the plaid kingdom. I wonder why they don't invite the plaid family over? Blaine and Lance would be 6 and 5 years old at this time, so they're probably at the academy already. But what about Leland and Isolde?

Man, this family is genuinely so wholesome and that makes me even sadder for what's about to happen. CAUSE DAMN??? Leelathae passing out while holding the cake, and Jack noticing like 😭 AND THEN JACK RUNNING TOWARDS HER LIKE MARIA AND LORENA RUNNING TOWARDS GWEN I'M GOING TO CRY.

R.i.p cake (i had to do it)

Ahh I see. Okay. So the left ventricle (which is a part of the heart) is weakening and it can't strengthen back up? That's what I'm getting, at least. I wasn't aware something like this could happen. I'm just researching, and is Peripartum Cardiomyopathy (PPCM) the correct term for this? I don't know anything about childbirth beyond what I learn in school so... this one's purely based on searching the symptom in google.

Okay, let's see... *puts on glasses and squint my eyes* *clears throat*

Peripartum cardiomyopathy (PPCM) or also known as Postpartum cardiomyopathy is an uncommon form of heart failure that happens toward the end of pregnancy or in the months following delivery, when no other cause of heart failure can be found.

https://www.heart.org/en/health-topics/cardiomyopathy/what-is-cardiomyopathy-in-adults/peripartum-cardiomyopathy-ppcm

(This information is taken from American Heart Association website. I hope that's alright?)

Symptoms of PPCM that we've seen in Leelathae:

- Fatigue

- Shortness of breath

- Chest pain

- Feeling lightheaded or faint

- Dizziness

For now that's the only things I can note. I mean, I'm not even sure if that is what Leelathae is going through. But it seems likely. I don't have anything to add on this matter right now, so what if we go back to the story. Shall we?

"I'm going to perish...from a broken heart"

OHHHHH, OKAY DAMN LEELATHAE. Man... this reminds me of the broken heart syndrome. It's pretty interesting. If I'm not wrong, it's a heart condition that comes from extremely stressful situation or emotions. And it is possible to pass away from it. So yes, you can die from a broken heart.

Oh man this just got depressing real quick... The kids sitting beside Leelathae's bed, the medicines piling up overtime, Leelathe crying and Jack hugging her...

Leelathae :( she just wants to see her kids grow up and her husband man... and yet because a certain jealous man just had to steal a portrait...damn it Leland.

The witch!! It's her!! :0000

That's nice of her to offer to listen to Leelathae's vent :) though she does mistake her for a witch :')

THIS WHOLE TIME. IT'S THE WITCH LMAO. Okay actually being mistaken as a witch has a perk this time!! And does this mean Leelathae can bake??? Like mother like daughter real.

The panel of the witch hugging Leelathae is actually pretty sweet haha. They're besties now X)

I wonder how this spell will work....

That's it for now. 2 episodes in a post! Wooo! I gotta stop procrastinating... this post was so long lmao.

Mono out! (Ngl I'm still in lmao)

#cursed princess club #cpc #mono reviews #yeah that should be the tag for this posts now!!

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short-black-diamond · 8 months

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Tehehe I’ll give you a sorta idea and you can do what you like with it! (Im totally head over heels for sahed the now, sorryyy😭)

So basically reader and tonny are close friends, and sahed is not so secretly jealous of that and then hears a rumour that reader and tonny were fount kissing (simply a rumour lolol)

And uhhh idk where to go with it except eventually sahed corners the reader and they kiss n shiii

AHAHA SORRY i felt like a child writing this but hopefully it helps!!

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Bwhahahaha no I can totally agree, Sahed has my heart as well my precious strawberry!

Also we stan jealous Sahed.

Word count: 2.8 k

warnings: jealous Sahed?? very jelly melly pouty pookie baby Sahed??? , the reader dies (trust me and just read), and yea

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Jealous Sahed = hot Sahed

You were yawning at Tonny's nth try to make you laugh. At first, you found it sweet of him to try and cheer you up after you guys moved from your hometown -which you haven't visited in decades- and the homesickness knawed at your heart like a bee craved its nectar to make honey.

Tonny was a sweet guy, really, trying to make everyone feel at ease, and happy...if only he could come to terms that it was also okay to...not...feel positive emotions sometimes.

"Thanks, Anthonn...but I don't really feel like smiling.", you murmured as you combed his orange/red wig and looked at the shortening stash of make up. you guys would have to stock up again soon.

A random member of the circus happened to walk in on you two discussing, and that person was well, very drama-loving when they saw you and Gremminger conversing with one another. They smiled mischievously. Sahed will be boiling with anger and jealousy tonight. They hid behind a stack of boxes and listened to your conversation.

He sighed as he plopped down next to you. "yeah, sorry...it's just, you're my best friend, and I actually didn't want to bring you there, it was my fault-", he started, but you raised your hand like a mother before looking at him firmly as you interrupted him.

"No, no, Anthonn. Don't blame yourself. I wanted to visit my old home. It's just...so much had changed ever since I left, the people, my family... and now I'm leaving again...I just...I don't know if I actually wanna see it again, or...", you trailed off, thinking about the life-changing night you had as you joined the circus that faithful night.

...

'Just a quick walk, and then I'll be home again! Easy as pie!', you thought as you quickly braided your hair into a lose rope (sorry I can't describe hairstyles someone pls help) and walked towards the library.

The woman there promised you a book of your liking under the day, only about to give it to you now because she knew you were a poor kid, and her manager was looking over her shoulder.

'Just a few more steps- huh?', you thought, when you noticed a stranger. the person just...stood there as you were squinting your eyes to try and identify the person, but before you could realize that it was-

a sharp pain made your breath hitch. you looked down, your eyes seeing a knife in your stomach. when you looked up, you looked at the person you were supposed to marry.

you had rejected the man, and he swore for revenge.

You just didn't think he'd be such a psycho to actually kill you.

"why..?", you only asked as you started coughing up blood. You felt like you were being pressed out for air, your diaphragm not doing its job in raising itself to let your lungs breathe new air in.

"Why? I am the man of every women's dreams, ____! How dare you reject my offer?!", he yelled as he grabbed your hair, but another person broke his wrist.

you then felt a new pair of hands pulling out the knife, and you trying to surpress a scream. you didn't want to alarm the poor citizens. Every household had children, so if you'd had screamed, the kids would've ran out first, only to see your corpse laying on the pavement.

you couldn't do that.

So instead, you groaned as you tried to stop the blood from flowing. The pair which pulled out the knife held your hands away from the wound, and you looked up, only to come face to face with an Ah'kon.

You flinched. you tried bringing some distance between youself and the three-eyes, but he only pulled you closer to his chest. "shh...shh...hey, it's okay, we're saving you...", he muttered as he gently stroked your hair.

you sobbed into his shoulder, not being able to feel your legs anymore. "Why are you doing this...?! I want to live..!", you pleaded as you tried pushing the unhumanly man away from you, but to no avail. he only hugged you tighter to him, and thus making more blood rush out of your wound.

you cried.

"Sahed! Stop hurting her and kill her already!", the other guy, who saved you from your murderer whisper-yelled. You were shaking violently now.

"please...let me go...I have nothing to offer..!", you begged, and your breathing grew ragged as you tried to fight for your life by taking deep breaths, however it only spurred on the blood flow out of your body even more.

"I'm sorry, Tonny, but I can't bring it in myself to hurt a beautiful lady such as this one.", "Sahed" answered as he kept stroking your hair. A spider crawled up your arm as you were taking your last breaths.

Sahed faced you with a gentle smile. "What's your name, young miss?"

The spider bit you, but you didn't feel it. You told him your name, a tear rolled down your cheek, and you slowly slumped down into a slumber which you thought would last forever, but you were wrong.

When you opened your eyes again, Sahed and Tonny were in front of you, standing side by side and giving you sympathetic smiles. You only blinked at them. Then you looked and touched at your stomach.

"I- you- how?", was your spluttered question as you looked at them, your hair a little in your face. And just now, you looked at what surrounded you. Everything was...so...egg-yellow? You saw some objects floating, some notes being played here and there, and when you looked at the two men in front of you, you flinched.

Each one was holding a paper, and a feather with the pink covered in pink. Sahed's feather was a black one, with glowing blue ink at its tip, while Tonny had a white feather, with red ink on it.

"Would you like to live for eternity, ____?", Tonny asked as he took a step forward. sahed chuckled. "At least tell her where she is, Tonny. Look, she's all scared now...", Sahed lightly scolded Tonny as he put away the paper and feather as he approached you and bowed down.

"My name is Sahed. The person to my left is Anthoon Gremminger, but he also enjoys being called Tonny. See, we two are from a magical circus, and just happened to have walked in on you getting brutally stabbed by an ugly man.", Sahed introduced himself and Tonny, and also gave you a little information about themselves.

When Sahed said ugly man, addressing the rejected psycho, you giggled. "yeah...I knew he was weird.."

Tonny smiled. "Well, we're glad we could..." "Help me? yes, you guys actually helped me.", you finished, as you looked at the two men gratefully.

"If it weren't for you, Tonny, then he would've just stabbed me more and more...and Sahed, thank you for staying with me during my last living moments. It felt nice...dying in someone's arms.."

and you bowed down to Sahed this time. "I'm sorry when I flinched when I saw your three eyes, Sahed. It was simply the first time seeing an Ah'kon in real life, and since I was manipulated by the government for thinking that Ah'kons were bad, this...was my reaction. I humbly apologize for my behaviour."

Sahed's eyes were widened. A slow blush creeped out from his heart which warmed him up until his forehead. He averted his eyes. 'That woman, ____...she's definitely something else...', he thought as he nodded towards you. "It's alright. I forgive you.", he managed to answer.

You smiled at him, and Sahed's heart squeezed real tight. While he was turning around and acting as if he was examining the feather (but in reality he tried figuring out why his heart reacted like that and why it was racing now), you and Tonny chatted a bit.

It all came to the conclusion that you signed Tonny's and Sahed's contracts.

...

"...are you regretting joining us..?", Tonny asked when he leaned against you, and you huffed. "Quit that. and about your question...I don't. I'm surprised I have the abilities of a spider though. You know, walking up the walls and onto the ceiling, or shooting webs, and being crazy strong."

Tonny chuckled. "Yeah, you surprised me and Sahed and the others with that pretty much...I was not surprised when you won against Sahed when he was in his buff form."

You snorted. "Gosh, I can still remember his bamboozled face!"

And you two chuckled at that. You sighed after some time, leaning against Tonny. "I'm glad I joined the circus.", you stated after a while, and Tonny nodded in agreement. "You became a core member of this place, ____, you know that?", he asked quietly. you smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that. And thank you for trying to cheer me up.", you muttered. Tonny hugged you from the side and then he turned his head towards you.

Unfortunately, the peeping tom from their prespective saw you two 'kissing'. They quickly left to tell the others. Sahed could hear it from someone else.

"Hey, what if we go up the ceiling, hm?", Tonny asked, and you smiled as you nodded. And together, you ran towards Sahed to have him join you guys.

Now, Sahed was a patient man. He liked to plan some things ahead. Take some things slow.

And he had a plan with you as well. He had the plan to court you over time as he would gift you stuff, compliment you on your powers and abilities, as well as your beauty, and overall be very kind to you.

but, Tonny became a rival in Sahed's eyes. Sahed envied Tonny's close connection to you. He was always scowling when you and Tonny whispered under one another and cackled up right after.

Sahed tried to control his temper when Tonny teased him for blushing at your praises towards the Ah'kon, because why did Tonny have such a stupid grin on? why did he always get the longer end of the straw when it came to you?

Oh...my sweet, jealous Sahed...if only you knew...

You were actually having the fattest crush on the three-eyed eye candy. whenever Sahed was close to you, or even his name falling in a conversation, you were a blushing mess as your cheeks warmed up.

You were just too anxious and shy to confess to the handsome male, and you still thought that he might hold a grudge on you for looking at him all scared on the first time you met him.

but all these lovely dovey feelings itensified when Sahed caught wind of the rumor that you and Tonny had been kissing. Sahed had to check for himself, as he strutted away quickly, looking for you.

All the members who saw him could say he was pissed- no, beyong pissed. Furious, angry, mad. and from what?

Jealousy. They all knew Sahed's crush on you and your crush on him. It would be highest time for you two to start confessing.

just when you saw him, you called him cheerily. "Sahed! Come accompany us-" "I need to talk to you in private, ____.", the Ah'kon interrupted you. Then he glanced at Tonny and his concerned face became an annoyed snarl. Tonny looked at him a little irritated.

You shrugged your shoulders, bidding a confused Tonny farewell before following Sahed into his room. "Sahed? What is it that you wanted to talk about?", you asked after you stood in front of him with his back facing your face.

"I heard a rumor that you and Tonny...had been kissing...is that true?"

You looked at him for a short moment before breaking out in laughter. "Bwahahahaahahha! Now who told you that joke!?", you asked between your fits of laughter.

Sahed only breathed out in relief, raking a hand over his head to his hair as he turned to you. when you were done laughing, having subsided to small giggles.

"Is that all you were going to ask me?", you questioned when you looked at him with a smile and a raised brow. Sahed only shook his head as he laid it on your shoulder, one of his hands resting in his pockets, the other one gently taking your hand and leading it to his lips.

you froze in place, and you focused on the feel of his lips against your knuckles. 'Chapped lips, glazed with lip balm...newly applied a few moments ago? ah, he must've done it when he turned around..'

Then, Sahed raised his head and turned it to an angle where his lips would meet yours perfectly. You stumbled back. "Ah, s-sorry, I didn't mean to-", you apologized again, your back hitting the corner.

Sahed only walked towards you, his expression solemn as he walked towards you. "why...why do you always run away from me...?", he asked quietly as he gently took your hand again. He looked at it with a sad frown, and his mouth was turned down a bit.

You were speechless. 'me? running away from you..?'

"no..it's just...I was just-" "Scared?"

"No! No. I was just surprised wh-when you leaned down for a kiss...", you tried to explain as your cheeks and forehead burned. You looked up at him when you put your other hand on his which was holding your first hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm just...surprised, that you'd even do such a thing..", you trailed off as your thumb stroked the polished and black nail on Sahed's thumb.

Sahed frowned as he looked into your face. he was an expert at reading peoples' minds when just looking at their faces, but when he looked at you...you never had any other emotions evident on your face than what you showed. Now you looked...bashful? sheepish?

"And why not? Do you actually have any idea how long I've loved you, ____?", he asked before he put a strand of hair behind your hear and lifted up your chin to look at him.

Your eyes were wide open in surprise, and your mouth parted slightly.

"I've fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you, ____...even when it was your dying moment...you looked pretty. And you look even prettier now.", he murmured before kissing the hand on top of his softly.

You felt your heartbeat race, and you also felt like fainting. 'Sahed loves me?!', cue to your blush intensifying. You thought that Sahed was done talking, but he still continued.

"And so...I thought that I could win you over with my charms, gifting you stuff, complimenting you, flirting with you...and then, Tonny...", he whispered as he scowled again. you frowned. "What's with him...?", you asked when your hand came in contact with his cheek, and he pushed the side of his head into your hand affectionately. But his three eyes were still downcast.

"I thought that you and Tonny were, well...close...and I didn't want you to like that clown...but when I heard that you and Tonny kissed...I-...I couldn't stand it...it broke my heart, you know?", he finished before he looked up at you. you could just melt then and there.

"so...you were jealous...?" "P-pretty much..."

An angry, jealous Sahed...he was hot before, but it seemed like his jealousy gave him a special note. I mean, he wouldn't corner you, would he? with holding your hands and kissing them as he tells you how jealous he was of you for hanging out with your best friend.

You huffed playfully. "There's nothing to worry about, Sahed. I love you too, you know?"

There was a moment of silence, before Sahed's face turned beet red. you couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.

"You know...I think I should make you more jealous in the future.."

"what?! Why??", he asked, a worried expression on his face.

"well...it makes you look hot.", you answered, smirking at him a little seductively. He chuckled at that.

"And I'm not hot now? Or most of the time?"

"Hm...depends..."

"Depends on what?"

"Are you still thinking about kissing me?"

"I am restraining myself from doing so, yes."

"Then loosen up and kiss me."

And with that, Sahed kissed you. His lips were chapped as you guessed correctly, but you didn't mind it. You brought your hands to his hair, and payed with it as he pecked your lips again and again.

Sahed grew bold. He started kissing down your jaw to place open-mouthed kisses on your throat before placing a hickey on your neck.

"Heh.", he said proudly when he examined his work. you were panting when you looked at him with a confused face. "Huh? w-what did you do?"

"nothin'...!", he quickly answered before kissing you again, and you closed your eyes in bliss as you kissed him back just as eagerly.

...

when you looked into the mirror after your little...interaction with your new boyfriend Sahed, you saw his work. A big, dark purple hickey, right on the side of your neck, and in a very visible area as well.

'So this is why everyone's been looking at me strangely..!', you thought as you blushed furiously and thought about ways to take your revenge on your lover.

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intothemoshpit · 2 years

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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩

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pairing ▎ steve harrington x gender neutral! reader

length ▎ semi-long

warnings ▎ season 4 spoilers.. kind of. slight swearing. robin teasing. reader being all googly-eyed for steve. light hearted joking. cute and fluffy. one kiss. steve being love struck.

summery ▎ reader likes steve and has for a while, but doesn't know how to tell him. robin catches them staring, which leads to an emotional conversation and steve butting in. steve pulls them away and ends up confessing before the reader does.

a/n: ha, I got an idea for fluffy content. this was originally supposed to be a drabble but... as you can see, I dragged it. hopefully you guys enjoy <3. ps sorry for any errors.

6.8.22

(feel free to steal this gif. I see absolutely no season 4 gifs of steve so I made one myself.)

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“ 𝐲ou've been staring at him for a while, now. ”

upon robin thinking it'd be a good idea to lean over your shoulder and sneakily whisper in your ear, you jump; completely frightened from the unexpected experience. you attempt to turn around and swat at her in annoyance, but she dodges out of the way; laughing lightly at your face which had twisted into an unamused expression.

“ no I haven't. ” rolling your (light/medium/dark) hues, you drag your attention off of the male you once again glanced at, and onto the dirty blonde that was grinning at you with a knowing look. “ stop; I haven't, robin. ” you scoff, trying your best to ignore the fact that your neck and face were beginning to rise in temperature.

“ mhm, sure. ” the female nodded, curling her lips inward as she tried not to burst into a foot of laughter. “ keep telling yourself that, y/n, but we all see the way you look at steve. ” her eyes turned onto the male, who was busy leaning over the small table that stood perched in max' double-wide; a not-so-well drawn out diagram of a plan placed in front of him. either of his exposed arms were gripping onto the table ends, as he listened to max and dustin throw ideas and theories his way. around half an hour ago, the lot of you had just escaped the horrendous dimension that holds those ugly creatures. nancy had gotten trapped by vecna, and it was hard to pull her out of the trance, but robin ended up saving her behind by remembering one of the tapes she listened to in her room. ever since you escaped to max' place, you've been in your own world; staring at steve with an unreadable expression.

“ — I'm surprised he hasn't figured this out, himself. ” robin spoke again, after a few passing seconds. her blue orbs turned onto you again, while a tiny smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. “ it's hard not to see it... ” rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, you watched as her specs of blue flickered onto nancy. “ I wish someone would look at me like that.. ”

you hadn't known robin that long, you didn't know much about her, but it wasn't hard to spot that she was into women. however, it wasn't your place to say anything, so you always kept your lips zipped everytime you found her eyeing nancy in a more-than-platonic manner. “ trust me, ” the blonde turned her attention back onto you immediately. “ you do get looked at, like that. you just haven't seen it yet. ”

robin's lips parted in wonder, curious as to what you meant, but you didn't give the secret away. instead, you offered a smile that held all the answers, right before turning to look forward again. steve had began moving, leaning forward to point at different things on the paper that was laid out. you couldn't make out what was being said, mostly because you weren't actually listening, but you knew by his body language that the guy knew what he was talking about. we're you focused on the way he moved, though? not exactly. more like... you were focused on the way his back muscles maneuvered, and how he his hips moved whenever he'd shift his weight onto the opposite foot. it was so hypnotizing.

“ you need to either get a grip or ask him out, y/n. ” robin's gentle giggles reached your ears again, after the comment. you paid no mind to her, but... you knew she was right, deep down. “ we aren't getting any younger and with how things are going now, you may only get this chance once. ” silently, you looked over at her. she pursed her lips, before looking to the floor; ocean blues seeming rather glassy now.

“ I don't want to believe any of us will die... but, ” she inhaled shakily, while lifting her head on a wobbly manner to connect eyes with you, once more. “ you never really know.. y'gotta take the risk; at least you'll have an answer in the end, right? ”

the blonde's facial expression of hurt and fear, along with her words that stuck harder than super glue, really sent a wave of emotions to come rolling over you. you nearly started tearing up yourself, but you held it back, settling on reaching out to wrap your arms around robin. “ we'll be okay.. ” you mumbled, while lifting a hand up to pet at the back of her head. “ I'm scared, too... but I believe we'll be alright. don't give up hope just yet. ”

“ did I miss something? ”

robin was the first to jump back, once steve's voice interrupted your little moment. shaken up from his sudden appearance, you sent a small, half-hearted glare his way. “ don't go sneakin' up on people like that! ” you hissed, hitting his shoulder with a small swat of your jacket sleeve, afterwards.

steve winced, but only because his body slightly bent to the side because of it. the wound he had received was rather ugly, and now that you all were out of the upside down, the pain had long kicked in. he could tolerate walking and moderate movements, but bending wasn't too high on the list of things that felt manageable. “ sorry, ” he huffed, eyebrow jeering in a twitched raise towards you as he gathered himself. “ didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to know why you two were over here having a sob party. ”

“ if you must know, ” robin butted in, causing steve to turn his attention onto her. “ we we're having an emotional moment, these things happen in these kind of situations when someone has been through as much as we have. ” she finished off, brows raising in a rather matter o' fact imply while her lips raised in a closed mouth smile.

“ o... kay. ” steve started, staring at robin confused uncomfortably for a good moment, before flickering his orbs back onto you. “ well, not to interrupt, ” a small, hopeful look appeared. “ but I wanted to know if we could talk? ”

although you were unsure, and honestly confused on what he wanted to talk about, you ended up nodding your head and mumbling a small �� okay ’ to him. he turned on his heel silently, and began walking over to the kitchen; you following in toe. of course, you snuck a glance at robin over your shoulder, only to see her grinning openly and giving you a fat thumbs up.

“ y/n.. ” the brunette leaned against the counter, on front of the sink, rather stiffly as he began speaking. a small inhale of breath was taken through his nose, due to the dull ache that accused in his sides, but he tried his best to ignore it. “ I know this is kind of a bad time, but I have to get this off my chest. ”

“ what, exac— ”

“ please, just listen. ” steve's head raised while he interrupted you, a look of what seemed to be begging, being given. because of it, you instantly silenced and nodding; really nervous as to what you were about to hear.

harrington crossed his arms loosely across his chest, averting his anxious filled eyes off of you and onto the floor, that just looked so much more interesting in that moment. “ I've liked you for a while, now. ” you froze when hearing those words, only to stare at him wide eyed. “ I, uh.. since last year, actually. ” slowly raising a hand, he scratched at his cheek; a habit he picked up when he was nervous in a situation.

“ I just didn't know how to tell you... I thought maybe, since we weren't really on good terms in high school, that you'd tell me to go pound one. ” he dryly chuckled to himself, while his head lulled in a silent roll of humor. “ that's why I took an interest in robin and, uh.. stopped talking to you as much when you came around. ” finally steve lifted his head, to catch your surprised gaze. he slightly smiled at that. “ robin and I clicked, and I thought she was really cool, so I thought maybe I had a chance to move on from whatever hopes of dating you, I had. ”

once his smile fell and his lips tightened, you knew something had happened. “ things didn't work out though, obviously.. ” he lazily lifted a hand, gesturing to the bubbly ball of energy in the other room. “ she wasn't interested in me like that. although I think we could've been great together.. ” his head tilted to the side, once his specs flickered back onto your form that slouched against the other counter. “ I'm.. kinda glad she didn't like me. ” a lop-sided, lip biting grin formed on steve's face. the way he was looking at you would make any person wobbly in the knees, and give them the urge to faint - and it is doing that to you, which is why you were cursing yourself for not looking away. the butterflies in your stomach were building, and it was only a meter of time before you collapsed.

“ to cut to the chase.. ” the male gently pushed his lower back off of the cabinet behind him, which kind of hurt, and walked closer towards you. with your state becoming rather shy, you attempted to back up into the island more, but of course it was no use; leaving you trapped once steve closed in on your body and placed one arm out, on the side that left a small opening. “ I still like you, y/n. ” he mumbled, his luke warm breath, that had a lingering scent of cool mint, fanning over the base of your nose and upper lip. “ and this was hard for me to get out, so I hope you don't make me feel like an idiot.. ” the fact that he had to lower his voice to say that, or even said it at all caused you to let out a small laugh.

chuckling himself, the male finally sprouted the question; a rather hope filled look in his eyes. “ will you.. go out with me? on a date, after all of this shit is over? ” with a voice as sweet and calm as his, despite him being a nervous mess, you knew you couldn't say no. you didn't want to, either; clearly you're crazy about him. It's just that any other time you were asked out on a date, your anxiety would get the best of you... but youll be dammed if it does this time.

“ of course I will. ” you muttered back, small smile on your lips, just loud enough for the twenty-year-old to hear. steve knew by the soft and genuine look in your pretty eyes, that you were being real with him. just knowing that made a huge smile break out onto his face.

“ are you two love birds done in there? ” you and steve both looked over at robin, you having to crane your neck at a cramping angle, just to see her smirking in a victorious way. “ we've come up with a small plan. it's... risky, but still a full plan. ”

turning to look back at the brunette, you both shared a look before nodding in unison. “ yeah, ” steve spoke, taking a second longer than he should to look away from you. “ yeah, we're ready to kick this things ass. ”

“ yeah! ” dustin yelled, while throwing his arms in the air and shaking his fists. you didn't see, since you were too busy ogling the beauty in front of you, but you could what the boy was doing just by his tone. it made you smile widely, which lead to steve staring at you once again.

“ you comin'? ” he whispered, nodding his head over to the others. you took a minute to respond, but eventually you nodded. “ yeah, just.. can I do something first? ” you asked, voiced hushed and barely audible. thankfully steve has good hearing, so he nodded; though, a confused look on his face.

but, he wasn't confused anymore when you cupped his cheeks, and suddenly kissed him. in fact, his eyes widened a fire spread down his neck in response. he had no time to return the kiss, because you were already pulling away; a smug look of your own crossing your features.

“ okay, ” you hummed, brows raising while your eyes lidded. “ I'm ready. ” patting his cheeks twice, you released the male's face from tour hold before slipping out, through the space that was provided along side you. steve had moved his arm without knowing it, which gave you the advantage.

“ whoa... ” the man finally mumbled, reaching two finger tips up to press against his lips. you definitely are a little minx.

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butterbeerblurbs · 2 years

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you were always number one (f.w.)

💌: in fred’s heart, you were always number one–if only he acted like it in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. 📝 word count: 3,130 words / fred weasley x reader / ☔️🌸 angst to fluff 💬: this is heavily inspired by hermione and ron’s situation at the yule ball! written for our fave freddie >:) i wrote this a bit differently, hopefully you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it! 🎧: astronomy - conan gray [this version]

fred knew in his heart of hearts this wasn’t what he wanted. in his mind, things panned out much differently. he had the imagery of a fairytale-like scenario to unfold; you would walk down the steps in your beautiful dress, headed towards his arms to walk into the yule ball together. you would dance the night away, in his embrace as he made you laugh and you’d for sure make fun of his corsage but appreciate that he put in so much thought to match the colour of your dress, the beauty of your smile.

instead... the two of you are now standing outside in the open, grass beneath your feet. the ballroom behind fred, the trees behind you. fred’s stammering terribly over his words at the sight of you crying in front of him.

let’s... take it back a couple of beats.

thump. it’s the week before the yule ball. while the glamour falls upon the triwizards, especially having four than the usual three, it’s all the hype and buzz. for those who weren’t involved, the excitement for the yule ball takes the full swing.

you’re excited. beyond ecstatic at the thought of... of... your train of thought takes a break as you watch your fantasised date... asking angelina johnson to be his date.

thump, thump. it’s five days before the yule ball. dateless. well, not until a good friend occupies the space across from you. instinctively, you look up and–”ollie?”

“mind if i join ya?” oliver grins, already getting comfortable as he crosses his leg on the grass. you snort, closing your book on your lap as one of your stretched legs reach to kick his side, “you’re already joining me before you ask.”

“then i guess it’s natural for me to lead into asking if you would like to join me to the yule ball?”

ollie’s waving a hand in front of your face, smiling despite your confused face.

“m-me?” gulp. blink. “you can’t possibly–”

“what? you don’t fancy me?”

“ollie, that’s not what i meant–”

“you’ll go with me, then?”

“i–well–”

“as my best mate?”

you take the biggest sigh. this boy nearly gave you a fright. you didn’t have the emotional capacity to wonder if he actually had a crush on you but seeing that playful glint in his eyes, oliver wood’s had a knack for messing with you. maybe that’s why you two were best friends. speaking of...

“you nearly gave me a heart attack, ollie! maybe start off with that sentence, next time!”

“oh, so there’s a next time, then?” ollie taunts, hurriedly getting up from the ground and he’s bolting for it when he can tell you’re about to smack him in the head. or kick him some place where it hurts.

“get back here!”

“will you give me your hand for the taking, then?!”

“fine! just let me hit you first!”

“alright, c’mere!” oliver swiftly turns around and catches you to fall onto the ground. despite the onslaught of hitting that oliver takes to the chest, the both of you soon laugh after, excited to go as best friends just to have a good time. you weren’t going to lie, it made you feel a lot better knowing you would be having a fun night with someone who cared about you. you can see it in oliver’s eyes but what you couldn’t see was the pair of brown ones watching from a distance, pained.

thump, thump, thump. two days before the yule ball. the chair in front of you is being pulled out in the quiet of the library. looking up, it’s–”freddie...”

“you’re one tough cookie to find, y/n.” the ginger head chuckles as he settles down, glancing to your notes before back up to your face. you blink at him a couple of times before managing a smile. you can’t quite decipher the look in his eyes and... neither can fred. on his end, he has no idea what he’s doing. he doesn’t know if this was him being impulsive or if he had calculated what to do, what to say.

being here in front of you, he felt at ease but... he felt nervous.

nervous with what he’s about to ask.

"could i ask you something?”

you nod.

“say... do you have a date to the yule ball?”

you nod again. he playfully huffs.

“what? not gonna let me hear your voice, now?”

you won’t admit it but fred’s nature made you feel less tensed. it makes you chuckle out of habit. feeling a little at ease.

“yes, mr. fred weasley. i have a date. as do you, i assume?”

he frowns, “what’d you mean?”

“you’re going with angelina, right?”

fred failed to hold back his thoughts, quickly chipping back: “and you seem excited to go with ollie, i assume?” at his words, though you have nothing to hide, it makes you hang your head low as you avoid his gaze. he carefully shifts forward, trying to lean down to get a glimpse of your eyes. “are you?”

“what does it matter, anyway?”

fred lets out a sigh.

“so... you weren’t gonna take up my offer?”

that makes you furrow your brows. he sees you’ve forgotten. he doesn’t remind you verbally but somehow looking into his eyes, his words echo in your mind. the reminder that if the two of you didn’t have dates, he offered to go with you.

surprisingly–not–it strikes a chord in your chest. painfully strumming on your heartstrings. as if this was a joke. as if your... your feelings were a joke. that’s what it felt like. fred watches as the look in your eyes change. the shift scares him. not knowing what was about to hit him.

“is that all i am to you, then?” you sounded sad, so sad. fred can’t pick up the hint quick enough, can’t find the words to reply with when you’ve pinned him down with: “am i just a last resort to you?”

fred gapes, eyes widening at the implication even if... even if he... even...

he only processes what’s happening when you’ve quickly packed up your things and you’ve made a move to stand. panicking, he reaches across the table to grab onto your wrist, having a couple of seconds rooting you in place when you gaze down. how tight he’s hold onto you, wanting to make things right even though he didn’t know how.

fred watches as you remove your hand from his grasp, bidding him goodnight and leaving the library. he doesn’t know how badly he’s messed up until you’re far away.

thump, thump, thump, thump. ten minutes before the yule ball began. dates were uniting at the bottom of the staircase, by the entrance of the huge doors. fred’s nervous for the wrong reasons. angelina’s trying to calm his nerves down, ushering him things will be alright, they’ll fall into place; they always have for you. for fred. it’s just... a small bump in the road.

angelina’s gasp is what reels fred to gaze towards the stairs, where his breath gets caught in his throat watching you begin to descend the stairs. it’s a pretty colour on you (anything on you looks beautiful), your hair with tiny accompanying flowers pinned to your locks and... and you’re... walking towards oliver wood who has a matching corsage tucked into his coat pocket.

fred’s still mindful of angelina, turning back to her but she gives him a nudge towards your direction. whispering a soft it’s okay, go! when he does build up the courage, all you do is pass him by, another guy hooked onto you as you head in.

thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. it’s almost the end of the yule ball and oliver’s no fool. past the attempts of trying to forget, oliver’s still a good friend who can read you like the back of his hand. he lures you to the side and gets you a drink, a breather, a thank you when you look into his eyes and he knows.

“you’re gonna want to head out for a bit,” oliver murmurs past the music growing softer, mellow dance music starts to fill the ballroom and you nod. even though you know you’ve held a tough front, it’s still so hard. you’ve been dreaming of the yule ball since... since chatters and rumors filled the hallways of what if’s and who’s going with who began. the playful push and pull you and fred had... or what you thought you had... it was driving you mad.

“i’ll be back later, okay?”

oliver nods, easing the glass cup away from your hands so you can step out to take a breather. he watches as you walk along the sides and find a door to step out towards the grass and head towards the trees on the field. when he gazes back to the dance floor, he swears he sees a flash of ginger darting across and he just knows you’re not alone out there.

thump, thump, thump... sniff, muffled liveliness from the ballroom, heavy breathing... fred stands a couple of steps from you, watching as the tears fall from your eyes and your desperate attempts to stop crying. he hates how you still look breathtaking with the beauty of nature enveloping you, a gorgeous backdrop. you... you hate in your guts how your stomach somersaults at the sight of fred out here with you, the sight of the ballroom and twinkling lights behind him like a bokeh effect.

yet, you felt pathetic. you felt... a lot of things, being in this moment with him.

“are... are you alright?” fred knows it’s a weak and feeble attempt but he’s trying.

you don’t answer immediately. taking the time to breathe, to blink away the hot tears stinging your eyes, wiping your face with the back of your hand before you can glare at him to ask: “what does it have to do with you?”

perhaps it’s well-deserved. perhaps... he should’ve seen it coming. perhaps... fred weasley was simply in denial. in denial he could feel this much for a person, that maybe he was in it alone. that maybe, maybe selfishly, he was testing the waters so he wasn’t the only one who fell hard, alone.

“i care about you. i... i always have and–”

“then why?”

fred’s stumped again, shaking his head as a sign he doesn’t follow.

“why would you treat me like a last resort?”

at your words, fred’s furious. furious at the implications he’s mistakenly allowed you to assume. everything comes crashing down so fast, fred hadn’t realised he’s speaking before his mind stops him.

“you’re not!” his voice is louder than usual. he notices when you flinch, but the anger has gone to his head. he can’t stop now. “you were number one–the only one–you and only you.”

“you didn’t ask me!”

“i didn’t know you would go with ollie!”

he knows he’s hit the wrong nail when your face contorts with confusion. you visibly try to suck the tears in as you turn on your heels, willing to run from him. he watches as your hands grip onto your dress to lift the fabric up, body half-way turned from him. his heart stops, mind going blank; cold, static starts to ring in his ears to do something, fred weasley.

he’s allowed you to escape once. he’s not about to let it happen again.

just as you face the sea of trees ahead of you, you manage to take a couple of big steps to create a distance between you and fred, the arms that envelope you in holds you in place. literally... maybe... emotionally, too. the sound of surprise leaves your lips, a choked breath, the tears still trickling down as you slowly look down to see fred’s arms around you.

when you don’t shuffle away but instead lean into his embrace, fred lets out a shaky exhale and first whispers: “i’m sorry.” at your silence, fred feels like it’s an admission to listening to what he has to say. he feels you shaking in his grasp but... somehow moulding against him as your eyes flutter shut, breathing evening out past the sniffles and possibly blocked nose. he takes this opportunity to start talking.

“i... it’s going to sound absolutely shit but i asked angelina out because i was afraid to ask you.” he feels your body tensing–within good reason–but you don’t interrupt. your hands, gently placed over his covered arms around you, giving a small squeeze for him to continue. so he does. “i was afraid. afraid that you wouldn’t see me the way i see you and it’s... it’s such a coward move but i did it anyway.”

fred’s able to turn his cheek, just a little to get a glimpse of your side profile. even more of your face is revealed to him when you try to have a look at him, softly asking: “w-what about angelina?”

he sighs at you, “could you stop worrying about other people for a few minutes? you’re always so worried about the people around you that you–”fred stops in his tracks when you look away from him, huffing. it’s like you know what he said without him saying it.

with a deep breath out, fred retreats his arms from you to carefully turn you around. when you oblige and keep your eyes glued to his chest, fred gently grabs ahold of your hands. they come within your peripheral, admiring the way your hands fit in his so... so naturally. fred brushes the back of your hands with his thumbs, and it takes you a couple of seconds to realise he’s speaking.

“i’m so sorry for the way i’ve made you feel. and i’m sorry for giving you the impression that i thought no one would go to the yule ball with you. that would be mental considering i thought nearly half the castle would’ve asked you out.” fred only chuckles when you lightly kick his shin, well-aware of his jokes but you know fred genuinely thinks that based on his tone. over the years there had been one or two admirers but nothing more. they were just... admirers–reaffirming the one you wanted to be with was the same one holding onto your hands.

“i would like to redo my chance with you, if you’ll let me.”

fred can’t believe you have the nerve to be this adorable at a time like this because all you can think about is: “now?” your voice gives out to a soft crack, almost like a whine, "my makeup’s... i look ugly now...”

he scoffs a laugh, using one of his hands to cup your cheeks to brush away the couple of tears on your face. soon, he’s easing away the frown with a thumb that gently pokes the corner of your mouth. “you’d have to be mad to think i don’t think you look stunning. whether you have mascara or–what is that called–whatever that’s staining your face–”he ignores you when you gasp i have a stain on my face?”–because you could be dressed up in feathers and i’d still think you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve seen.”

you give him an answer with the way you lean into his palm, eyes lingering on his before they flutter shut. your erratic heart calms, the nerves eases ever so slightly when fred leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. almost immediately, it grants you to open your eyes and your heart somersaults when fred’s on one knee, a rose in his hand as he gazes up to you.

“y/n y/l/n, would you do me the honours and go to the yule ball with me?”

fred doesn’t poke fun at you with the tears welling in your eyes and the small frown on your face that still does nothing to your beauty. with the moonlight casting down on you and the angle fred looks up to, you look like an angel. cruelly holding him captive without trying, hooked around your fingers without effort.

you sniff, lightly wiggling your hand in his grip, the other nervously grasping your dress, “it’s almost the end of the night...”

“means there’s still time,” he grins, shaking your hand gently, “c’mon now, i’m not getting up until you give me an answer...”

fred knows you can’t wait long, especially when he’s down on one knee. he watches you debate on testing him but he knows you too well. too well that he’s rising to his feet the second you whisper of course i would. he allows you to accept the rose from his hand, only to maneuver your arms to put them around his waist where you’re able to admire the rose from over his shoulder as he tucks you into his embrace.

the silent of the night accompanies the pair of you, the glow of the moon and the muffled music from the ballroom behind. he’s aware that this isn’t him getting off the hook just yet (and he plans to make it up to you) but right now, with your head resting by his neck, arms loosely hugging him as you two quietly sway to the music you two can barely hear, fred wants to make the most of it as he closes his eyes and feel your warmth against him.

it might’ve not been the way he thought yule ball would’ve gone down but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world even if it was just the last ten minutes with you.

((”you would think he’d have it in him to ask her in the first place,” angelina chuckles, with oliver in tow as her ‘new’ date.

“eh, good to know fred’s got one weakness.”

“d’you think we should tell the others?”

oliver thinks about it as he watches you at ease in fred’s arms. eyes fluttered shut, peaceful. for the first time, fred looks like he’s the calmest as he could be and oliver feels this kind of radiating warmth from within; two of his good friends, finally where they should be despite... a couple of bumps on the road. it seems like angelina knows oliver’s answer in his silence... that his vocal answer comes later to solidify her assumptions.

“nah, we’ll let them figure it out on their own. doesn’t look like it’s gonna take long for them to break the news.”

on cue, fred manages to spot the two of them from a distance. his shit-eating grin comes to view but it doesn’t faze oliver or angelina, only bringing out chuckles as fred playfully waves. when you notice something odd, fred plays it off by easily turning you around to avoid their gazes.

“cheeky prat.” angelina scoffs.

“as if you expected anything different.” oliver snorts.))

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 08

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: expletives, heavy suggestive themes.

WORD COUNT: 5k+

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

RENA: I miss you, baby. Can we go and watch a movie tomorrow?

Despite my best efforts to avoid and ignore Rena, they went down the drain in vain. My sudden change in behaviour was alerted to by my mother, which ended up with her threatening me with the same old shit.

Fortunately, everything, including my relationship with Rena, will change in a matter of days. Even though my mother is the dominant one in the family, my father wields more power than her. The pre-relief spreads across my chest. Hopefully, I'll be free soon.

My phone vibrates again, but this time, it's from my father.

FATHER: 8 p.m., family dinner.

A dry chuckle leaves my lips. Dry and cold as always, but compared to my mother, I prefer my father. To be honest, he wasn't always like that. When I was young, he used to be a loving and supportive father, always showing enthusiasm for what I did or what I was interested in. I loved whenever he brought me out to play at the park or play soccer. That was until Charlotte was born, when he changed drastically. I'm uncertain why he changed his approach and behaviour towards me.

Ironically, he isn't a bad father to Charlotte, for which I'm grateful. The least Charlotte needs is one more emotionally absent parent.

As I glance down at my open wallet, I spot a familiar Polaroid picture of me and Stella. My eyes soften with nostalgia while my heart longs for the only love of my life.

Even though I hope that Stella will accept me back, I know that it's hard to gain back her trust and win over her heart, especially when there are other suitors who may win instead of me. I'm not oblivious enough to notice that the other guys are progressively getting closer to her, thanks to my observation skills. On campus, whenever I see her, there will always be one or more of them with her.

I admit that I was furious and jealous, but as I thought about it, I should be glad that Stella isn't alone. Even without me, she seems happier when she's with others, given the spark in her beautiful eyes and how she resists smiling, but eventually they manage to make her laugh.

Mixed emotions swirl within me. Seeing Stella with them sparks different emotions in me. Most of all, I've missed all of them. I've missed being able to hang out with them whenever without having Rena cling to me for almost 24/7.

A sigh leaves my lips before I decide to start the ignition of my Chevrolet Corvette Stingray and place my hands on the steering wheel with the intention to race for a few laps, but before I can do so, I spot Jay's vehicle in the rearview mirror before he settles next to mine.

Though I can't see him due to how tinted the windows are, I have a feeling that he intends to race against me. If that's what he wants, I play around for awhile, the sound of my engine's exhaust getting louder and louder, and Jay does it as well.

The next thing we know, we speed off and pick up the velocity. Neither of us has the intention of losing.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jay and I tied, as much as I hate it, but it has been awhile since someone managed to tie with me.

As I exit my car, Jay is already standing there and leaning his back against his vehicle. His eyes meet mine as I make my way towards him.

"We tied." He starts off. "So, truce?"

I know what he meant. I hate fighting with my best friends over a girl. But Stella is not just some girl. She's special, and I can see that she's special to him too. So how could I be mad at him if he loves Stella for the same reason I do?

Stella is undeniably easy to love. I mean, what's not to love about her? She's perfect the way she is. She is beautiful inside and out, and her mind amazes me. Even when others view her based on what they've heard, they have no idea what a precious gem she truly is.

With a half smile on my lips, I extend my hand to him. "Truce."

Instead of shaking my hand, he pulls it and brings me into a hug. "You're a fucking ass, Sim. Do you have any idea how frustrated I was when you avoided me for this long?"

I find myself chuckling before reciprocating the hug. "Good to see you too, man."

Jay pulls away from the hug and looks at me with skepticism. "Are you sure? I mean, I did go after your girl."

"You can love whoever you want to love." The smile on my face drops as I look at him dead in the eyes. "You do love Stella, right?"

Jay seems to hesitate, but his shoulders begin to relax, and his face mirrors the seriousness I do on my face. "I guess I do love her."

"You guess?"

"I mean, I did like her, and that was after I finally acknowledge my feelings, which I denied for a long time." Jay explains, and the sentiment in his eyes shines as he talks about her. "I couldn't help it. I've only begun to realise this after she cut ties with me, but we've reconciled and are friends again, so that's what matters."

I raise my eyebrow at him. "You should've confessed to her instead of agreeing to be friends."

He smirks sadly. "I'm not the only competition you have, Jake. Apparently, Heeseung is interested in her, and Jungwon seems rather close to her. That leaves Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-Ki out of the competition."

I run my fingers through my dark locks. "As much as I hate competition, I'm glad that it's just in our circle. Hwang Stella is sure easy to love."

"She really is." Jay smiles softly while his eyes seem to reminisce. "But Jake, I don't think you have to compete to win her heart. If she were to choose, she would choose you."

"I don't think so. I've already broken her trust and broken her heart, so I'd probably have to work harder to win back her heart."

"What about Rena?" Jay asks, curiosity lurks in his tone. "The girl seems to be obsessed with you."

Chills run down my spine. "Don't worry about her. Soon enough, I won't ever have to be tied to her."

Jay straightens his back. "So you have a plan?"

"Of course. I don't want to be tied to an obsessive psycho forever."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The frigid ambiance around the dining area is dominated by silence, with the exception of the sound of utensils and Charlotte's faint laughs coming from the backyard—possibly with her nanny. I'm glad Char isn't here, or else she'll probably ask a question as to why this dinner feels a little too formal and cold.

My father, Jace Sim, is seated across from me, while my mother, Rhea Sim, is seated next to him. Jace hasn't been sparing a glance at me after acknowledging my arrival, whereas Rhea has this indecipherable look across her face.

I place down my utensils even though my food is half-finished. I can't take this silence any longer.

"So?" At the sound of my voice, Jace and Rhea look up. "What's your final decision?"

Jace and Rhea exchange glances before Jace proceeds to speak while staring at me with his steely eyes. "Your mother was reluctant at first, but after discussing further and predicting the possible outcome, we agreed for you to cut ties with Hwang Rena."

"My partnership with Hwang Jihyun has been severed." Rhea informs me, though she doesn't seem too thrilled about it. "But since the Hwangs are a common enemy to most of us, your father has a plan."

"A plan that includes you to take part in." Jace asserts, and the look in his eyes tells me that I have no choice but to comply. "Before we proceed, you must know that your mother no longer has control over your racing ventures─"

Thank God.

"─but I do." Jace adds, his eyes darkening as though he dares me to oppose, but I know better. "So you must heed my decree unless you want to be forced to date Hwang Rena again."

"I'll do anything." I state firmly. "Anything, as long as I don't have to involve myself with Rena."

Jace seems pleased with my statement. "Excellent, now─"

The next few minutes or so, I find myself regretting and utterly helpless, as though I'm stuck in a loophole. Above all, I never want to break Stella's heart again.

I never would have expected to enjoy being around Sunoo, despite how we sort of didn't get along in the beginning. Sure, he's still full of wits and an insufferable passenger princess, but he listens to my ramblings and shows how attentive he is to me. What makes it better is the fact that he doesn't like Rena either.

About me being his servant, it's merely for jest, which I no longer find infuriating. Plus, Sunoo treats me more like his close friend now.

"Here, let me help you." Sunoo offers, bending down to snatch the paper bags from my grasp before I can even reject him. He enters his apartment before I follow suit.

"Thanks." Those paper bags were getting rather heavy. My eyes trained on his figure, in awe of how he carried them effortlessly with one hand, whereas I had to use both.

Sunoo casts me a smirk, sending a peculiar flutter to my heart. "I wouldn't want your arms to feel tired."

"The passenger princess suddenly cares about my well-being." I jest, faking a gasp. "The world must be ending."

"Very funny, darling." Sunoo places the bags on the dining table. In the beginning, hearing that endearment felt weird, but now I've gotten used to it. Plus, he calls Aera 'Babe' so it's just a harmless endearment.

"So what's up?" I ask, inviting myself to sit on the couch and relaxing my muscles that have been aching. "I mean, we've been out the whole day, and we even ate ice cream cake."

"So?" Sunoo asks, raising his eyebrow at me as he plops down next to me.

I adjust my body and turn to him. My eyes are trained on his face, and I find myself admiring his pretty features, especially his lashes and pouty lips. "Today's your birthday, right?"

His eyes meet mine, looking genuinely shocked. "How did you know?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I didn't. I just had a hunch." Then my lips downturn into a frown. "You should've told me about it; then I would've set up a birthday surprise for you."

Sunoo reaches out to ruffle my hair, to which my heart flutters once more. A lazy grin spreads across his lips. "That's sweet of you, darling, but I don't celebrate my birthdays."

"But why?"

His grin falters, and sentimentality shines in his pretty eyes. "My parents stopped celebrating my birthdays as soon as I turned seventeen. They said it was pointless and a waste of time."

My heart aches for him. Under his witty and sly facade is just someone who is lonely. I can see that now. Instinctively, I place my hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Sunoo."

I can see the way his eyes soften as he stares at me. "Don't be, darling. I'm glad that you're here with me."

My lips twitch into a smile. "You're my friend. Of course, I'll be here for you if you need me."

His eyes seem to reflect with surprise yet guilt, to which I begin to feel curious. "What's wrong?" I ask gently.

"It's just that you're good." Sunoo leans closer, and his hand reaches up to caress my cheek. "You're too good for me, darling."

Sunoo is my friend, but why does my heart start to palpitate the way it does whenever I'm with Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Jungwon?

"Since today's my birthday, can you make my wish happen?" He asks, and the air teeming in the room begins to feel intimate.

"Sure." I smile faintly. "What is it that you wish for, birthday boy?"

His eyes flicker down to my lips, still holding me close with his hand cradling the side of my face. "That you kiss me."

My eyes widen while my lips parted. "Sunoo...."

"It's just a kiss, darling." He whispers, and the crave in his voice sounds discernible. "A kiss that means nothing. I promise you that the kiss won't change what we have now."

I hesitate, but who am I to reject a wish from the birthday boy himself? And so, I close the gap between our lips as my eyes flutter close. The instant my lips meet his, my heart flutters at the softness and how plump his lips feel on mine.

It's just a kiss. I think as I feel him pulling me closer to him, his other hand is now on my waist while the other cradles my face with such affection. It's just a kiss, nothing more.

I pull away from the kiss first, fluttering my eyes open just to meet his beautiful ones that are mesmerising me. I ignore the butterflies in my tummy at the fact that he doesn't seem to be letting go of me soon.

I chuckle softly, yet I feel breathless. "Do you ask for kisses from other girls too? Or even from Aera?"

Sunoo smirks. "Why? Jealous?"

"Not at all."

"Well, if you really want to know, I don't kiss Aera." He says, and I feel his thumb brushing gently on my cheek. "I see her as though she's my sister."

I raise my eyebrow at him. "But you did kiss other girls." I scoff playfully. "Playboy."

"Wanna know something, darling?" His voice drops to a whisper as he leans in once more. "You kiss better than them."

Before I can stop myself, our lips meet again, and this time, it feels more intimate than the previous kiss. My hands drape on his shoulder lazily, and before I know it, he has me seated on his thighs as he holds my waist firmly.

Desire ignites within me, and irrationality clouds my judgement. I attempt to pull away from the kiss, but he has me locked and deepens the kiss.

"Sunoo─" I murmur weakly against his lips.

He pulls away, yet he doesn't move away from my parted lips and begins to speak into my mouth. "I'm not done yet, darling." The low, sensual tone in his voice is enough to bring chills down my spine.

"I don't want to be one of your girls, Sunoo." I protest weakly, but I find myself refusing to escape from his grasp.

"Oh, but you're already there." A handsome smirk pulls at his lips. His eyes, so beautiful yet so dangerous, are hypnotising me. I feel lightheaded the longer the tension between us persists. With his hand grabbing my chin, his thumb touches my bottom lip, and he pulls it down sensually.

"You'll be good for us." His other hand tugs me closer to him until there are no spaces between our bodies now. "You'll be good to us, yeah?"

It isn't a question. The dominance he asserts weakens me by the second. In fact, I've long since weakened since the moment I involved myself with the lot of them.

"Yes." I whisper, feeling needier by the second.

I know for a fact that I've dug my grave deeper as I allow myself to fall deeper. The strength I had and the walls I've built around my heart have begun to crumble. Even though my mind is screaming at me for falling into the temptation, my heart yearns and desires to be one of their girls.

It has been two days since that family dinner—two days since I've finally managed to cut ties with Rena and have her blocked on every social media platform. It would be an understatement to say that I'm relieved. It feels like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders.

My phone chimes, prompting me to look down and read a message.

JAY: We're gathered in the lounging room.

Without wasting time, my pace quickens as I make my way to the lounging room, though it is two blocks away. Initially, I didn't want to meet them yet, but I couldn't ignore the yearning to have my best friends back.

I feel a little breathless as soon as I reach it, but I immediately compose myself before unlocking the door while my heart races with anticipation.

"Jake?" Ni-Ki abruptly stands from the couch, his face contorting into confusion.

"So you've finally decided to show your face, huh?" Sunghoon says snidely as he slowly approaches.

My eyes skim across the room. I guess Ni-Ki has been playing chess with Jungwon while Sunoo has been reading a book. Heeseung is across the room, seated by the window sill with his arms crossed. Heeseung's eyes meet mine briefly before I look away. Right, I forgot about our unfinished business.

"Back off, Hoon." Jay startles me when he slings an arm around my shoulder. A grin appears on his lips. "He's officially back."

Sunghoon's eyes dart between me and Jay. "So you two have reconciled?" We nod in unison.

"What about Rena?" Sunoo asks in a dull tone without looking away from his book. "I'm surprised she's not with you, clinging onto you like a damn koala."

"I'm done with her." I state firmly, now gaining all of their attention with their eyes fixed on me. "I asked my father for some help, so I'm officially free from Rena."

"Thank fuck!" Sunghoon surprises us with his abruptness as he gives me a hug. "Welcome back, Jake."

Ni-Ki comes jogging towards us before engulfing me in a hug, bringing a chuckle out of me. "We've missed you so much." He says while Jungwon approaches me as well.

"Jake." Jungwon and I do our handshake before he tugs my hand, pulling me into him as our shoulders touch, with him patting my back.

"So the gang is officially back!" Sunoo announces, beaming with a grin.

"Not yet." I tell him before directing my gaze to Heeseung, who seems to be waiting for me. "Heeseung." I approach him while the others watch with keen eyes.

"Jake." Heeseung greets me, giving me a curt nod. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks." I rub my nape. "Listen, about what happened months ago, I would like to apologise."

"Why? You were right to feel mad when you found out that I had a crush on your girlfriend." Heeseung says nonchalantly.

He has a point. I sigh. "I really don't want us to prolong this distance. I hate fighting with my best friends."

Heeseung remains silent for a moment, his eyes are calculative as he scans me, but soon, he breaks into a small smile and walks towards me. "You're really back, Sim Jaeyun."

Heeseung welcomes me into a hug, which I eagerly accept. Thankfully, there are no tears, even though I feel overwhelmed by this.

"Let's never fight again." Ni-Ki asserts, followed by a chorus of agreement from the rest.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It feels good to be able to catch up with them and what I had missed, though oddly, they never mentioned anything about Stella. Speaking of Stella, I don't know how to approach her and let her know that she won't have to worry about Rena anymore. Would she accept me back with open arms? Do I still have a spot in her heart, knowing that the others are obviously way ahead of me?

"Jake." I look to the side to see Heeseung joining me just outside of the students' parking lot. "I thought you'd already headed home."

I slide my hands into my pockets. "I was just contemplating..."

"About Stella?" He quirks an eyebrow at me as he lights up his cigarette stick that is situated between his lips.

I let out a sigh. "Yeah."

Heeseung takes a long drag of his stick before blowing out the grey smoke. "You should know that I have feelings for her."

"I know. Jay told me." I give him a tight smile. "This time, I'm not going to be mad at you or any of them for having feelings for Stella."

Heeseung smirks lazily. "Character development, I see."

I roll my eyes. "More like I'm done fighting with you lot over a girl. Besides, if liking her means that you'll protect her and give her the love that she deserves, then so be it."

I can feel Heeseung's gaze on my face as I look straight ahead. "What if she won't have to choose?"

Intrigued, I stare at him with an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about sharing her." Heeseung tilts his body, giving his full attention to me. "That way, we won't have to fight."

The idea is tempting, but my jaw clenches. "Stella is not some slut, Heeseung. How would you feel if word got out that we're sharing her?"

Heeseung's eyes harden with resolution. "I'm not saying she is one. I'm saying that we don't have to fight for her affection and assure her that she doesn't have to choose just one."

"Forget it." I scoff lightly. "Even if the idea is good, we need Stella's permission. Heck, we don't even know if she still has feelings for me or has feelings for you and the others."

"And if she has feelings for us?" Heeseung asks.

My heart seems to be racing with an uncertainty of anticipation while my throat goes dry. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

What Heeseung suggested earlier has been repeating inside my head. I heave a sigh and turn off the shower before grabbing my towel to dry myself off. There is no denying that I am territorial and possessive when it comes to Stella, but I don't want to have to fight Heeseung or even the other guys.

As soon as I tighten the robe around my figure, the doorbell chimes throughout my apartment. Curiosity fills my head, wondering who has decided to pay me a visit at this hour. It can't be my best friend since we just spent time together earlier.

I unlock the door, and the instant the door opens, my heart pounds harder against my chest at the sight of Stella.

"Stella." I feel breathless upon seeing the beautiful sight of her.

Her eyes shamelessly scan me, and her cheeks turn a shade of maroon when her eyes linger a little longer on my bare chest. She clears her throat before meeting my eyes. "I heard about what happened."

"How did you know?"

"Rena." Stella sighs, her fingers run through her hair attractively. "She wouldn't stop screaming and blaming me for being the reason that you two broke up."

Concern and protectiveness wash over me as I instinctively step forward to cradle her face. "Did she hurt you anywhere?"

Stella blinks her eyes, looking surprised. "No. Even if she were to hurt me, I could defend myself." She says softly.

"Thank God." Naturally, I plant a kiss on her forehead. "I don't know what I would do if she had hurt you."

Stella's eyes glisten with indecipherable emotions. "Jaeyun, I'm here not because I want to get back together with you."

My heart feels as though a knife has been stabbed into it. My hands loosen from cradling her face. I swallow down a lump. "Then why are you here, Stella?"

"I just needed to see you." Her tone wavers. "Rena was right. I'm the most selfish person."

"What? No, you're not, love." I counter with a frown. "I know you, Stella."

Stella shakes her head, forcing herself to back away from my touch. "I'm a fucking mess, Jaeyun. I still love you, I really do, but at the same time, I have growing feelings for─"

"I know." I place both hands on her shoulders, attempting to calm her down upon seeing how panicked she looks.

Stella's eyes shine with tears. "That's why we can't be together. Not unless I have sorted out my shit. I don't want to break anyone's hearts."

"I broke yours before, so it's fair that you break mine." A gentle smile graces my lips as I bring her hand towards my lips before I kiss her knuckles. "I don't care what you have to say, but my heart belongs solely to you, Hwang Stella."

"Jaeyun, stop." Her lips quiver. "Don't make this harder on me."

"But it's true, my love." I say softly, still holding her hand. "Even if you break my heart a thousand times, it'll forever remain yours."

"But I'm a mess." She protests weakly.

I caress her cheek with care. "A beautiful mess, but most of all, my mess."

"There are others I hold close to my heart."

"I just want to be yours." My eyes display the longing and desperation for her. "You don't have to choose, love."

Stella bites her lips so harshly that I swear it'll draw blood. "Fuck this."

The next thing I know, she slams her lips against mine, prompting me to hold her steady with my hands on her waist. I can feel a thousand emotions she pours into the kiss with a sense of urgency.

Stella kisses me as though she needs air. Without breaking the liplock, my back hits the wall as I hold her body close to mine. Heat pools within me, and lust clouds my head. She tugs my bottom lip with her teeth, pulling it gently but enough to show that she is in control.

"Fuck," I gasp against her parted lips as we catch our breaths. "I've missed you so fucking much."

Stella presses her body into mine, eliciting a low groan when I feel her heat on my groin. "Does she kiss you the way I do?" She asks, as her dominance is beginning to turn me on. A new side of her.

"No. She doesn't. I didn't even let her kiss me on the lips." My voice sounds whiny. What the fuck? Nonetheless, I yearn for her taste and touch. "Stella, please."

Her eyes darken with lust and desire while a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "Please what?"

I try to chase for her lips, but she pulls back, teasing. "I don't think you deserve to have another kiss that easily."

Driven by lust and how my manhood is starting to hurt, I have enough of her teasing. Before she knows it, I grab her by the nape and slam my lips on hers. I slowly back her up against the wall.

"Don't fucking tease me again, love." I murmur into the kiss.

"Oh, yeah?" She challenges, her lips parted as we breathe into each other's mouths. "What happens if I do?"

"You're about to find out." My hands lower to her thighs. "Jump."

"She's late again." I mutter under my breath, starting to feel annoyed by her tardiness. She's not usually late to our session. A sigh leaves my lips before I decide to sit on the bench.

Now that I think about it, Stella is getting really good at combat, but I would never admit that to her. She even conquered her fear of pools, despite the fact that her swimming skills are not as good as mine. Truth be told, I don't think she needs my help anymore, seeing how capable she already is.

But why do I still insist on continuing to help her? I mean, I did enjoy our previous session because she wasn't as insufferable as I thought. Are we even friends? Heck, why am I stressing myself about this?

"Sorry, I'm late!" Upon hearing her voice, relief and anticipation spread across my chest. It's weird to feel this way just because I heard her voice, which I once hated and found annoying.

As I finally settle my gaze on her, my heart beats with an unfamiliar momentum. She is attired in her usual gym clothes, which shows off her great, accentuated figure. Her eyes meet mine, and a grin spreads across her lips. But my frown deepens upon noticing how she is limping as she walks.

"Hey, Sunghoon." She greets me, no longer are there animosity or hatred in her eyes as she looks at me. This is getting fucking weird, especially my annoying heart.

I clear my throat and compose myself, appearing as stoic as I can. "Since you're late, you'll have to do twenty push-ups."

Instantly, her grin vanishes. "What?!"

I cross my arms over my chest. "You heard me, Stella."

"How about ten?" She bats her eyelashes at me innocently, doing something to my lower region, to which I internally groan.

Why the fuck am I getting hard over Hwang Stella?

"Twenty-one."

She gasps in disbelief. "Park Sunghoon!"

"Twenty-three."

"Hey! You skipped twenty-two!"

"Twenty-five it is, then." I walk away from her to grab a set of boxing gloves for her.

"I hate you, Park!" She exclaims, but I can discern playfulness in her tone.

I don't know why I'm hesitating as my throat goes dry. "I hate you too, Hwang."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Throughout the whole session, Stella hasn't been giving her best. As her coach, I'm disappointed and dissatisfied with her performance. But what bizarres me is when I feel pure aggravation, especially when it's obvious why she was limping earlier and how she seems slightly lethargy.

I'm not stupid enough to realise that she probably had been with any of my best friends, and I'm leaning more towards Jake, Heeseung, or Jay. To make it worse, I spot hickeys on her collarbones.

And you know what is fucking stupid? It's the fact that I feel bitter and annoyed by her sleeping with one of my best friends when I shouldn't. It isn't in any of my business who she's sleeping with, and I have no right to feel that way.

But why the hell am I being like this?

"Is something wrong?" Stella asks carefully as she approaches me. Thankfully, the session finally ended.

"What do you mean, Hwang?" I ask rather gruffly as I put down the dumbbell. I don't miss the way she flinches visibly.

"You've been acting weird." She points out with a frown.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've always been like this." Please just go, or else I'm afraid I'll lash out at you.

"No." She says stubbornly. "You're not usually like this."

"Well, haven't you thought about your poor performance today?" I ask, sarcasm dripping on my harsh tone.

She blinks her eyes. "But I gave my best."

"No, you didn't." My cold eyes drill straight into her widening ones. "I taught you better than to give me a poor performance."

Hurt resides in her gaze. "Why are you being like this? Okay, fine, I'm sorry about my performance for today, but in the beginning, I gave the same result too, and you weren't mad like you are now!"

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it─

"Who were you with last night?" I ask calmly.

Her eyebrows furrow before she lets out an irritated sigh. "Sunghoon─"

"Answer the damn question, Hwang."

She clenches her jaw. "I was with Jaeyun."

I knew it, and yet, disappointment still befalls me. Irrationality begins to poison my mind, and the temperature in the gym drops. Before I can stop myself, a scoff leaves my lips.

"Do you enjoy having my best friends pinning over you? Do you enjoy being the reason why some of them fought over you?" I take a step forward while my glare burns through her. "Do you enjoy having their attention? Do you enjoy being their slut?"

Stella flinches and staggers a step back, as though I had punched her. The hurt in her eyes remains. But I continue amidst my rage and fucking jealousy.

"I know, Hwang. I know that some of them have feelings for you, and it's fucking sickening. What the hell is so special about you?" I don't realise that I have her backed up against the wall. "You're no different than your sister. All of you Hwangs are fucking selfish. Always wanting more."

The moment a teardrop slides down her cheek, it is as though the toxicity leaves my system. Alas, vines of guilt wrap around my heart.

"Wow." She chuckles sadly. "And here I thought we were already friends. I should've known that you still hated me."

Come on, Park Sunghoon! Speak up!

Stella continues while still looking at me with hurtful yet beautiful eyes. "Thanks for helping me out, but I don't think we should continue anymore." She sniffles, wiping her tear from her cheek as she pushes past me.

"Wait, Stella─" But as I turn around, she has already left the gym, leaving me to reel in guilt and regret while my heart clenches in pain.

What the hell have I done?

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Interest (Floyd Leech x Female Reader)

Genre: Romance

Lack of entertainment in life making Floyd bored but an interesting idea came into his mind, what if you gave birth to little you?...

You were simply chilling in Mostro Lounge which was barely occupied for the day as you played poker with Grim, Ace and Deuce. You were sipping on your chocolate milkshake for the last time and laughing at Grim due to his poorness in the game.

Out of nowhere, a glass was placed in front of you and when you tilted your head up, you saw Floyd was smiling at you, making you wonder what make him that happy. He was well known for his reputation for his fast shift in emotion so you could not blame yourself but felt rather suspicious.

"Here, here drink it up little shrimp. It's on the house." Sensing there was nothing much as the colour of the drink was the exact same as your chocolate milkshake and you had even asked the boys whether there notice magic being mixed with the drink. However, Ace who took pride in his skill made you believe his word that Floyd just giving you a second drink and that was all of it.

How wrong for you to believe that red-haired guy. Fortunately, Floyd was the one who revealed the truth himself.

"I cannot wait to see little shrimp's child" You were about to drink the second chocolate milkshake up but immediately spilt it straight on Ace's face as you were too caught out of guard by Floyd's word.

"UAARGHH! WHAT IS THAT FOR PREFECT!" Ace stood up and used his small napkin to wipe every water away with scowl evident on his face. He would get back to you later on for sure!

Without paying attentive attention to Ace's grumble to make you pay for his tomorrow lunch as compensation, you continued to cleanse well the inside of your mouth from any substance of the drink by coughing everything out on tissues.

"Huh, shrimpy-chan, why you waste it? Don't you know how long it takes for me to brew the potion? It'll be fun to see little you running around" Floyd whined as his mood slowly turned sour.

"Floyd-senpai, I'm still too young to get a child. I'm still in my first year." You tried to reason with him although you did not know how you manage to even talk with someone who was about to make you pregnant unnaturally.

This was all to avoid Floyd from having his mood swing and it would be harder to predict his move next. If now, he was kind enough to not force you to take whatever potion it was or squeezed you out of your life, then, his mood is still stable, hopefully.

"Everything was boring nowadays. I'm tired of meeting the same people. That's why we need to add someone new, hih hih hi"

He laughs rather hysterically upon fascinated with his idea sounds interesting to him. It was only him who liked it and you excluded obviously.

"Here, here another one. Azul is right to make a spare just in case. Drink drink shrimpy-chan. Until the last drop for the potion to take effect."

Seeing Floyd's sinister sharp-toothed grin with threatening different iris, you knew you would be squeezed alive if you ever rejected him. Searching for an escape route fast, the only opening you saw was ducking under the table to get away from your current position at the centre of the round table. Why did you choose that kind of sit in the first place?!

However, before you could even nimbly slide under the table, Floyd already yanked you towards him. His smile accompanied by all evilness seemed scarier when right in front of your face.

"Where do you wanna go, little shrimp? Hmmm..." Your breath hitched. The adrenaline was flowing through your blood cell at a rapid pace due to your heart thumping loudly. As powerless as you were, you use the last opportunity that crossed your mind.

"Grim, I will get you 100 tunas if you help me." Grim, without being told twice, threw fire at him, expecting you to keep the offer but Floyd was too powerful so he easily dodged the attack and the table beside him got burned instead. Azul would be very furious if he learned about the situation and yet if Floyd was the cause of it, what was the only thing he could do?

You managed to run away when Floyd lose hold of you while dodging Grim's fire and yet he was still hot on your trail. You should remember although he was an eel and not that used to living on the land, he was a part of the basketball club and his long legs granted for him to take a big step. Therefore, better be fast or little you would be really born from the potion shortly.

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Chapter 28: The scrunchie

As you stood outside the entrance of the house, you were feeling two emotions: excitement and anxiety. This was an opportunity for you to gather Beomgyu’s attention and hopefully push him to make a move on you, but at the same time, you weren't exactly a party person. Yeonjun had taken you to a house filled with sweaty strangers, lots of alcohol, and loud music that was going to damage your ears. Yeonjun noticed how your body stiffened and your eyes were pretty much shaking as you looked at the house. Despite this, you didn't want to back out now, so you forced a smile on and tried to shake off the negative feelings that you had.

"You okay?" Yeonjun asked, noticing your unease.

"Yeah, just not really a party person," you replied.

"Well, you are one tonight," Yeonjun said, grinning.

As you were about to start walking into the house, Yeonjun swiftly grabbed your arm. "Wait, before we go in, let me take this." He took the pink silk scrunchie that was on your wrist. "It's a thing. You know guys who wear their girlfriends' scrunchies on their wrist? Just a cute thing." You weren't going to argue with him on this one since it did seem like a cute thing that couples would do. After putting the scrunchie on his hand, Yeonjun grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers together. "Okay, let's go in now, shall we?"

As you two walked through the halls full of people chatting and drinking, you couldn't help but feel your face heat up at your guys' hands. Your 10th-grade self would surely be screaming right now. As you two finally arrived in the big living room, one of Yeonjun's friends came over to you guys. "Yeonjun bro, you finally arrived," the person said before their eyes diverted to you. "Ah, and you must be the famous Y/N we've been seeing on Twitter. I'm Wooyoung, one of Yeonjun's friends." You were barely able to muster a "hi" before Wooyoung dragged Yeonjun away to play beer pong. "Great," you thought to yourself. "So much for sticking together." With that, you decided to just sit on one of the sofas and wait for this night to be over. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on your side as soon enough, two girls sat next to you - Karina, Yeonjun's ex and your ex-best friend, and Minjeong, Karina's best friend.

"So, I see Yeonjun brought you to this party. Get prepared since he's gonna bring you to a lot more. That's what he used to do when we were together," Karina said to you, breaking the ice.

You bit back a snarky comment since you really could not be asked for drama tonight and instead opted to just nod.

"So, what's up with you and Yeonjun?" Minjeong asked, being nosy as always.

Before you were able to even say anything, Karina spoke. "Don't push her, Minjeong. She's shy."

You felt your blood pressure rise at that comment, almost as if she was mocking you. Instead of staying silent, you decided to entertain Karina and Minjeong. "What do you wanna know?" you asked.

Karina raised her eyebrows at that, and Minjeong continued, "Everything. When? How? How far have you guys, you know? H on B? H on C? H up and down on P? T on C?"

Minjeong looked at you expectantly, her words falling on deaf ears. You couldn't help but just look at her like she was speaking some weird language. "I'm sorry, what are we talking about?" you asked, hoping to catch up to the conversation.

Karina let out a laugh, clearly amused by your confusion. "You know what? Forget it. They clearly haven't done anything," she said, dismissing the topic altogether.

You couldn't help but feel frustrated by Karina's attitude. "How would you know that, Karina?" you asked.

"Because I know Yeonjun," she replied, a hint of smugness in her voice. "And I know you, Y/N." With that, she got up from the couch and left the room, Minjeong following her like a lost puppy.

"Well, that couldn't have been more awkward," you sighed, finally managing to get some sort of peace. But your moment of solitude was short-lived as you felt the couch dip next to you."I seriously hate that bitch," Sunghoon said, voicing your thoughts. "Always talking like she's better than everyone and Minjeong being her little minion."You let out a laugh, feeling relieved that you weren't the only one who felt that way. "Couldn't have said it better," you replied, grateful for Sunghoon's company.

But the peace was once again interrupted by the elephant in the room. "So, those letters huh?" Sunghoon asked, getting straight to the point.

Your face heated up at the mention of the letters. "So he told you, didn't he? You gotta keep it a secret," you pleaded, hoping Sunghoon would understand the gravity of the situation.

"Your filthy secret is safe with me. Now, how 'bout we go get some drinks?" Sunghoon said, grabbing your arm and pulling you up from the couch.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Yeonjun excused himself for a quick trip to the restroom. But as he washed his hands, he was surprised to see Karina walk in and close the door behind her.

"So Y/N L/M, huh?" she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the door.

Yeonjun let out a sigh of frustration. "Why do you care?" he asked, his tone clipped.

Karina smirked as she took the scrunchie Y/N had given Yeonjun and tied her hair with it. "Aww, this is so cute," she cooed. "Is this hers?"Before Yeonjun could respond, Karina turned to the mirror and admired her new hairstyle. "How do I look?" she asked, turning back to him with a smile.Yeonjun couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat wash over him as he looked at her. "You look good, Karina, you always look good." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Satisfied with his response, Karina left the restroom, scrunchie still firmly in place. Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Y/N and Sunghoon were having a surprisingly good time.

"Come on, try it," Sunghoon urged, pushing a colourful cocktail towards Y/N.

Y/N wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Yeah, not gonna lie, that sounds disgusting, Sunghoon," she said, shaking her head.Before Sunghoon could protest, Yeonjun came downstairs, earning a dirty look from Sunghoon. The tension between them was palpable, but Y/N didn't seem to notice as she gathered her things to leave.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N didn't realise that the scrunchie that was supposed to be on Yeonjun's wrist was now missing, taken by Karina as a small victory.

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 year

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Here’s part two of my post about Peet’s introduction in The Wingfeather Saga show episode 2 “The Mysterious Map”! (no spoilers unless you haven’t seen the episode)

So Peet and Janner leave Glipwood Forest and Peet grandly- but without words- presents the ball back to the assembled children outside.

also I have emotions about Leeli saying “Hi Mr. the Sockman!” and waving to him help

You could write a whole other essay probably about the kids varied responses in this scene. Most of them look bored or annoyed to see Peet, and interestingly enough, none of them are afraid. You’d think that a crazy guy who runs around fighting street signs (true story) and talking to himself in gibberish would make a group of lone kids a little nervous, but he doesn’t. Which, to me says that he’s presented such a harmless persona around town that the kids see him and are just like, “oh it’s that weird guy again.” (which is pretty much Janner, Tink and Leeli’s reaction when we’re introduced to Peet in the book).

Also I’d just like to take a moment and point out Sara’s face: she looks like such a little leader and so stern and almost fierce and it’d be adorable and funny on another kid’s face but Sara, hhhhh oh Sara and what that girl goes through, what she becomes, and getting to see the tiniest glimpse of that here is just *chef’s kiss* (all I can think of is the scene where she meets Artham in book 3)

ANYWAY so here’s the second time Peet bows

It’s interesting that he’s not smiling here. You’d think that, with the image he normally presents of just being a goofy crazy guy he’d be grinning or something. But he’s not. He just looks sad and tired. And this is after we saw him smile at Janner and even laugh a little after protecting him. (And in the first episode he also smiles at Janner) It makes me wonder if he smiled a little at Leeli when he came out of the forest and she said hi to him before looking sad again (because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay with the kids long).

Because while Peet is always happy to see the Igiby kids (and hopefully they continue to show this) he’s unbearably sad when he has to leave them.

(also oh my goodness put him out in the light and he does not look well at all someone please help him-)

And then Podo shows up. And he gives this look to Peet:

Just a casual death glare thrown across a field, but anyway, look at the effect it has on Peet:

He goes from this, where he looks strikingly noble, head up, eyes lifted, eyebrows raised. He doesn’t look happy, exactly, but he looks almost… hopeful.

And then after Podo glares at him he shrinks back and looks like this:

He has visibly drawn in on himself- tucked his chin/head down, eyes downcast, shoulders hunched, eyebrows drawn together. He looks like a chastised child, like Podo just yelled at him instead of looked at him.

Obviously these scenes are telling us that Peet and Podo have a history together, and that whatever that history is Podo hates Peet and doesn’t want him anywhere near his family (Peet notably keeps a distance from the kids after this moment, he hangs back and only watches them longingly, with a deep sadness in his eyes). It’s also showing us that Podo has some sort of authority over Peet, an ability to cow him into submission. Because Peet isn’t a coward, we just saw that in the forest when he leapt between Janner and danger! And we know Peet can be fierce, because we saw how he looked when he did that. And yet Podo has made him look like a beaten puppy with just one glare.

Peet looks like he expects retribution for what he did (and he’s done… nothing?) and he’s right to, as people who have read the books know. And listen, Podo is a great character and I love him, but how he treated Peet is objectively awful and it makes me very angry.

Anyway, the kids have their farewell conversations (and Peet noticeably doesn’t fade from the background of these, you can see him hanging back and looking sad when Sara and Janner are discussing zibzy points) but Janner doesn’t forget whatever just happened. He looks back twice and finds Peet watching him from the trees with the most dejected heartbreaking expression:

And here’s my final note about the lighting: Peet is at the edge of the forest which is in deep shadow, but him and the tree he’s by are in the light. There’s still some faint glimmer of hope in him for a second, and he’s still solidly being framed as good and noble.

But then-

As Janner watches, he goes back into the dark.

Alright Mozie, you’re probably saying, explain the light and dark thing you’ve been going on about.

Gladly.

The darkness here represents a number of things. It’s showing us that Peet is good, yes, and it’s telling us something else too. Peet is lost. When he is with the Igiby children he is in the light, he can think, he can even be happy. When he doesn’t have them he is in the darkness, trapped in his own mind, a prisoner to his thoughts, trauma, shame and pain. He needs them to break out of that darkness. And they need him. Oh do they need him.

It’s showing us that the Igiby kids are his light, and without them he is trapped in darkness.

TLDR; The Wingfeather Saga show is showing us that Peet is a complex character in approximately two minutes by showcasing his kindness, protectiveness, mental instability, deep sadness, loneliness, the fact that Podo hates him, and his connection to the Igiby children.

Can’t wait to see my boy again and hopefully write more long posts about him! *hugs Peet*

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Thinkin’ ‘bout Jack and Rowen again

Don’t think any of it is new information at this point but I can’t bring myself to sleep yet so instead I shall ramble incoherently about the blorbo from my brain and his asshole husband

Various things I was watching earlier were making me think about Jack, his characterization as a man controlled by his intense emotions (practically no emotional regulation), and how one of the only people he’s ever felt close to is the man who tried to kill him.

Mostly I was watching someone dissect the relationship in Hannibal, and I was like “Wow, the way he’s describing this dynamic is all too familiar!” Not that Jack and Rowen are anywhere near as bad as Will and Hannibal. These two you can at least look at and go “Is it ideal? No. But for those two, it’s healthy enough.” It’s probably not gonna kill them. Maybe. Hopefully.

Thinking again about how the other characters of their D&D game were portrayed, and Rowen, the assassin who only a couple weeks before had nearly killed him, became the only person Jack really trusted, and how their alignments were treated.

Rowen, being a chaotic evil assassin, was viewed as a lost cause by most. He was a necessary evil to the war effort, but everyone kept an eye on him despite him being on his best behavior, and always assumed he would be the one causing trouble, though he never was. He is, if nothing else, a professional who likes to get paid. Jack however, as a Chaotic Neutral, was viewed by most as a good man who’d simply strayed from the righteous path. Someone who could be saved. Fixed. And their methods were often condescending and forceful. Through violence, shaming, and mini speeches about how they know he’s good deep down, they tried to force him to be something he’s not but that they insisted he was. Rowen, however, had no interest in trying to change him. He just wanted to get the job done, and he quickly gleaned that Jack was a person controlled by his emotions, so his only interest was to keep those emotions in check.

So when Jack would start to lose control, Rowen would approach him and calm him down through dialogue. The two it turns out share a similar sense of humor, and so Rowen was able to use that and his general gruffness to downplay whatever situation was upsetting Jack and get him to laugh and decompress a little. And this caught Jack’s attention. The irony that the person who had tried to kill him was also seemingly the only one willing to meet him on his own level, accept him as he is, and offer him the support he needed without judging him for it. Rowen also quickly came to view Jack as amusing and reliable, and likewise someone who had no interest in changing him. Two men who keep everyone at arm’s length, who everyone else condemns or wants to change, connecting over a mutual acceptance of each other.

Then of course, there’s the sex. Jack is aroace, believe it or not, and I suspect if their story ever gets properly shared anywhere that’s going to cause confusion and discourse. So, why DID Jack initiate sex with Rowen, and then continue to have it with him throughout their relationship? Well, that first time they did it was after an event that left Jack very anxious and overall distressed, which he did his best to hide. What he really wanted and needed was to be held and comforted, reassured that he was safe and everything was going to be ok. But of course he can’t SAY that, he can’t ASK for that (though learned recently from BF that if he HAD asked Rowen would have just held him, so like, good for Rowen). Too vulnerable and openly emotional. So he needs a workaround, plausible deniability. And his solution? Sex. Sex doesn’t have to be vulnerable right? Not for guys like them! Guys are all about casual sex! Nothing vulnerable here, just two guys fuckin! Yeah, Jack’s the dumbest genius I know lol. But it works. He makes the first move, and repressed and pent-up Rowen eagerly reciprocates.. He’s confused when he notices Jack is silently and calmly crying afterward (in a semi-positive way), but he doesn’t say anything.

And I may ramble more about Jack’s aroace status and his relationship with Rowen and sex in general. Obviously Jack is not sex-repulsed. His overall opinion of it is “There are more productive ways to make a mess.” But he is capable of enjoying it. In fact, Rowen was the first person Jack ever slept with to actually try to make it good for Jack, which took Jack completely off guard. So Jack does generally enjoy sex with Rowen, even if he’s not physically attracted to him. And of course, he is also not romantically attracted, either. So why is their relationship what it is? What is Jack getting from this? Well if you ask him it’s mostly for the protection. Rowen’s called dibs on killing him, and until he does he won’t let anyone beat him to it. But really, Rowen’s one of the few people Jack actually enjoys being around. He’s just not really a people person, never has been. The only people he truly loved and wanted to be around were his parents, who he feels he has lost, at least for the time being. He kind of liked his mentors, but kept them at an arm’s length. So being a rare person indeed, Jack coveted Rowen’s companionship, wishing to keep him close. In most ways he’d have been just as happy being purely platonic friends, but if sex is what that companionship would cost, well, that was a price he was more than happy to pay. He’d traded sex or less. And to note, it probably didn’t actually cost that, but Rowen enjoyed it so he figured it would keep him coming back lol

So to sum up: Jack just likes having Rowen around, and since that’s rare and my boy is social and touch starved, he’ll do whatever he thinks works to keep that companionship. Meanwhile Rowen’s true feelings about Jack remain a mystery to me. All I know for sure is Jack has been added to his small circle of people he loves in some capacity (others being his brothers and son).

ok starting to fade, gonna try to sleep

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Here Lies Everything I'll Never Say

I know I need to stop messaging you, but everything in me simply wants to tell you about every part of my life when it happens.

This is hopefully a space to put everything I wish I could send you, until the time comes where I no longer need it, be it because I've moved on or because I am telling you again. Currently I hope it's the latter, but as time goes on who knows how I'll feel.

I'll also put in some posts from the instagram I made at the start, where I was documenting how I was feeling and my anxieties about the relationship at the beginning. Partly to document them, and maybe because it'll help me realise how much I've grown since then.

Yesterday was 2 weeks since you broke up with me out of the blue, it's been weird and hard since then, and I'm still in the stage of feeling lost and confused and mourning the loss of my close friend, my relationship and the future plans I had for us.

I wish I could tell you just how much I miss you, and have you hold me in your arms again and tell me it'd all be alright.

I know I still love you, and will be waiting for a little while with baited breath in hopes that you change your mind. I don't think you will, at least not in a timeframe that will change things any time soon, but I know you know you've got me on the line still. I'm hooked, and you know you can reel me back in with a look, a touch, a "my love".

I am worried our friends are going to get tired of me being sad all the time and drift towards you because you seem more over it than I am, I know this has hurt you too but you're not very good at showing people your emotions or talking about them, so you play it up as the happy fun guy you've always been, and they fall for it, and they fall in towards you, rather than away.

I've been more sad and angry in the last two weeks than I have been in a long time, and my eating has been so erratic and infrequent that I wasn't able to donate blood because my iron was too low, even though I take an iron supplement.

I've seen so many cute dogs I normally would have sent you pictures of, or described to you, and I just miss waking up with someone to talk to, someone to love, someone to hold me, someone to entertain my stupid thoughts, someone to message who replies quickly, someone who loves me, someone who's there. I feel so alone without you, and I don't know how to fill the hole you've left in my heart.

I want you to have me back, I want you to realise you made a mistake and come and tell me you love me and that you'll cherish our relationship again, but if I'm being honest with myself I don't think you will. I think by the time you realise how good we had it it'll be too late, or you will feel that it is, and you'll never tell me that you changed your mind. Even if you do, I'd need to set some serious boundaries for myself. I was good to you, I know that, and you were good to me but I think there were things I should have spoken up about, or attempted to fix with you. I struggled with the disrespect it felt like you allowed sometimes, both you disrespecting me in front of our friends, or letting other people disrespect me and not speaking up, or worse laughing. That joke James made on our trip up north that you laughed at, Anne speaking to me rudely about quiz night, Kate trying to sleep with you our entire relationship while I was your girlfriend. They made me feel less valued, and like you didn't care how our friends spoke to, or about me, and I felt like the punchline to a joke instead of being included. I would need you to be more affectionate in public, just small things, but the fact that some of our friends told me that they didn't think we were good together because they only saw us in public was heartbreaking to hear. To hear Mel say her perception of us changed fairly dramatically when she and I moved in together because she finally saw how loving and affectionate we were in private, and that was towards the tail end of it too, makes me wish our friends had seem more of you loving me.

When I spoke with Anne last night she said she was so confused when she saw us being friendly on Wednesday, after how upset I'd been about you lying to me about Kate. When I said I couldn't stay mad at you she told me that that was the exact same thing Kate always said, which I think was a bit of a wakeup call that I needed. I can't not stay mad at you simply because I love you, because you fucked up and I am justified in being upset about the situation, however I can choose not to stay mad at you for the sake of my own mental health and wellbeing. I already have so much sadness inside me at the moment that feels unbearable, that I believe holding onto intense anger would drown me. I have to be able to let it go to let you go. I can't let my feelings tether me to you anymore. I have to hold whichever emotions I feel, but not forever, and no longer just because you want me to, or because I think you'd want me to. I have to put myself first, and leave you alone to give myself time to heal.

Both you and I know picking at scabs stops the healing, and picking for long enough leaves scars.

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We did it <3

Alright, damn, I’m being Perceived

But anyways I’m proud of myself this is kinda insane. Haven’t even existed for a year yet and I already have 500 followers? Wild

Seriously, though, this is so cool and I’m very thankful that you guys have stuck around this long

But enough emotions, enjoy all the deleted jokes from my past stories

Satisfied

“You… what am I supposed to call you, anyways?” Robin said.

“Ladybug.”

He glanced her up and down, and she watched his lips curl into a smile. “Creative. Who came up with that one?”

“I did, Robin #6548.”

“... fair enough.”

Harley smiled as she helped her out of the broken remains of her chair. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“Uh… Dark Horse! No, wait, that’s stupid. Um… NightMare! Shit! No! Fuck! Um!”

Robin turned on his comm just so he could laugh at her. Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

“NightMare isn’t that bad,” said Harley, who was apparently taking pity on her.

Marinette forced a smile. “Yeah. Okay. NightMare it is, then.”

Robin laughed harder. She was going to punch him when she saw him next.

Harley rested her hand on top of Marinette’s head. “Everyone, meet my kid, NightMare.”

Marinette smiled despite the fact that Red Hood was screaming over comms that the bats, in fact, had dibs on adopting her.

Dick rested a hand on her shoulder, holding her back. She frowned and turned back around to face him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t.”

“I wasn’t going to --.”

“I have a bunch of idiot younger siblings. I know when you all are going to do something stupid. Don’t do it.”

Marinette, of course, was already preparing to do it just to spite him.

Marinette, Jason, and Damian were at a standstill.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I get to kill him. He made me kill someone! It’s only fair!”

Jason frowned. “Well, he killed me! If anyone deserves revenge it’s me!”

“Okay. But consider that I’m the blood son and therefore I get to kill him --.”

“Not this bullshit again,” muttered Jason.

“It doesn’t even make sense most of the time!” Complained Marinette.

Joker, broken and bloody on the floor, held a finger up for attention. “Do I get a say in --?”

“NO!” Yelled the three vigilantes. At least they were finally agreeing on something.

Marinette glared at him for a few minutes before shaking her head and pulling out her yoyo. “How about this: I’ll bring him back twice so we all get a go. Is everyone okay with that?”

“If we must,” said Damian.

“Fine,” said Jason.

“NOT FINE,” said Joker, who had apparently forgotten that he did not get a say in this.

~~~

Soulmarks

(I mean technically the entire second half of the fic is all deleted scenes but haha Let's Not Talk About That instead you get one vague scene)

Marinette’s smile was becoming more and more strained as time went on. She couldn’t understand English very well, and the woman was clearly counting on that, but the woman hadn’t accounted for the text scrolling in front of Marinette’s eyes that told her exactly what she was saying.

She clutched Tim’s arm tighter. “Bruce, tell her she’s a bitch.”

Tim’s lip twitched and he leaned down slightly to press a kiss to the top of her head.

Bruce was less amused, she could tell from the slight narrowing of his eyes behind his normal ‘Brucie’ smile. “You want me to tell her exactly that?”

“She deserves to know.”

~~~

Another One?!

Marinette winced as her broken nose accidentally knocked against her glass.

Dick frowned. “What happened?”

“Just got a little hurt at work, don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she said, setting her drink down. Maybe another glass would hurt less. Or not drinking --.

Dick leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her battered nose.

Marinette blinked at him. “Um?”

“To make it get better.”

She was NOT going to cry.

“O-okay.”

Adrien was strong. He was a vigilante, he faced death every night. He could do this.

Dick rounded the corner, sheepishly hopeful smile in place. “Hey, dad, can I have --?”

Adrien was already pulling out his credit card.

Finding out your son is apparently dead is weird. It’s even weirder when he’s standing next to you, perfectly alive.

Marinette, Adrien, and Dick all frowned and pointed to the youngest. Jason was right there, how could he be listed as dead?

“I’m sorry, but his foster system says that he died a year ago.”

“But… he’s alive. Look at him! He’s right here!”

Apparently being alive wasn’t enough to prove that Jason was alive. They left the DMV in defeat (which, granted, everyone leaves the DMV in defeat but not in the same way).

“Well, sweetie, I guess you can’t drive.”

“It’s fine. It’s pretty much illegal for gay people to be able to drive, anyways.”

None of them were prepared.

Adrien choked. “You’re gay?”

“I didn’t tell you guys?” His eyes widened. “You already took me in! You can’t take it back!”

Marinette held up her hands in an attempt to calm him. “I… we support you, obviously, we were just surprised.” She elbowed Adrien in the side.

“Of course we support you, Jay. I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to come out.”

Dick smiled and rested his arm around his shoulders. “That explains why you never talked about girls. Now, tell me, any cute guys in school?”

“Ugh, why would I talk about it with YOU?”

“I’m your older brother! You have to tell me!”

~~~

A Miraculous TikTok Account

Rena gave Carapace a tired look.

“It’s definitely gay to have a crush on Adrien Agreste.”

“No! He’s an exception, everyone with working eyes knows he’s hot!”

She rolled her eyes and turned to Chat. “You gonna weigh in on this?”

Chat was too busy blushing to answer.

Rena frowned as she looked Ladybug’s costume up and down. “Why is it so… intricate? Isn’t it hard to fight like that?”

“It’s all about the aesthetic, Rena.”

It was a short video. The miraculous holders were sitting on the couch, absolutely exhausted from their most recent akuma attack. Paramore’s Still Into You was playing in the background.

“I should be over all the butterfliiiiiies…”

Chloe looked oh-so tiredly at the camera.

“Guys… you can’t kill people during akuma attacks and expect to get away with it. Just because they’ll come back doesn’t mean that they won’t be upset about it. They can sue you for emotional damages. Kwami.”

“What the hell was Master Fu’s plan with recruiting us, anyways?” Carapace said with a sigh. He shook his head and walked over the the whiteboard. “What, was he just like…” He wrote down Master Fu’s supposed plan.

Recruit children

???

Defeat Hawkmoth

They had to admit. That definitely seemed like the plan.

“Step two is traumatize them,” piped up Rena.

Carapace nodded and wrote that it. Step two was definitely traumatize them.

Chloe raised her eyebrows as she looked at the video Chat had sent her, and her eyebrows raised further as she watched it.

Apparently, someone had made a compilation of all the times she had stepped on people’s akumas while they were wearing them and now people were petitioning Hawkmoth to give them their memories from their times as akumas back.

“The floor is lava!” Yelled Rena.

Ladybug barely even glanced over before beginning to float.

She didn’t know whether to call her out for not being any fun or question her about her apparently decorative wings.

Chat fought to keep his expression neutral as he turned to the other miraculous holders.

“Hey, guys, where do babies come from?”

The four tensed up and turned to look at him with wide eyes.

Rena disappeared into thin air. Chloe and Ladybug flew off.

Carapace… looked around for help and found that everyone was gone. He rested his head in his hands. “Man, I don’t get paid enough for this.”

“We don’t get paid at all.”

“Exactly.”

#i am EMOTIONAL #im pretty sure thats ILLEGAL #so instead of being emotional i will hopefully make you guys laugh #enjoy #satisfied #soulmarks #another one?!#a miraculous tiktok account

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