#why write what you requested when i can just be a moody water sign and write angst?

[keysmashingfantasies]

Hi, I love your writing and was wondering if you could do a chishiya x freader where reader takes a long time to come back from a game so chishiya assumes she is dead. They aren’t together but somehow chishiya has managed to open up to them and is starting to have a better understanding of emotions. So when he thinks readers dead (the only person he tells his feelings and past) he has a break down. Then reader comes back to find him a mess. When she asks why he explains how he wants to learn about emotions and feeling because reader opened him up to the idea. He basically ends up confessing and they end up together. Maybe even drunk sad chishiya idk 🤷🏻‍♀️.

yes i can! thank you for requesting. i tried a different format with this so let me know if it's confusing. flashbacks are in italics

"You seem like a doctor", you said with a smile. Chishiya's brows rose. Was it obvious?

"Why do you say that?", he tried to act like you hadn't read him but you had. And after almost drowning, Chishiya didn't have a lot of energy to keep up his nonchalant facade. Especially not since you had rescued him, given him first aid, dry clothes and a warm meal.

"You seem... Serious. But not in a moody way. Like someone who's been... desensitized. You're very clinical. About all of this, the games. The way the world works. Your eyes are a little sad. Like you've seen so much", you said, sitting opposite to him and handing him a water bottle with a smile that made him feel funny. He remembered asking himself if these games were a ploy of God. But if they were, maybe God put some angels hidden around. Like in a spades game inside a pool filled with traps.

"But that could be anyone", he took the water bottle, nodding his head slightly as a way to thank you.

"Yeah. But anyone wouldn't be as smart. And they wouldn't know how to fix the excuse of a patching up I did in themselves like a pro, like you did", you pointed to his forearm, now properly bandaged up. Neither too loose or too tight, the bandages tucked in nicely. "So, doctor, what's your name?", you smiled, offering him what was left of your food.

One hour. It's been one hour since the games were over and there were no sign of you anywhere. With so many people, he thought he may have missed you. But it wasn't like him to not be able to spot you. Not when he couldn't take his eyes off of you at any given point when you weren't inside a game.

He was sitting seemingly patiently but he had started to twist his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. His mind was going haywire, going through the stages of grief over and over and over again, interluded with pep talks about how you were smart. You were strong, you could do it. But could you? And then it would start over again.

Another half an hour went by before Chishiya stood up.

"Sitting around just won't do", and then he started walking.

"I think I've seen the worst of the world", Chishiya said, quietly, like he was telling you a secret. In a way, it was. He hadn't told anyone about it, after all. "Here, back in the real world... It's all the same, isn't it? There's no justice, is there?". He seemed so vulnerable, looking down at his lap.

"What happened in that game wasn't your fault. It was a hearts game. You just played the hand you were dealt with", you said, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing to bring him out of his stupor, to let him know you were there for him.

"Yes but... How can we decide? How can anyone decide the cost of a life? Who's worth it and who's not?", he said, looking over at you.

"We can't. No one is more important than the other person, but we are all important", you said. You looked over at him, looking every bit like an angel in that white hoodie. "In normal circumstances. But these aren't. You need to stay alive, understand? You have to live", you said. What you didn't say was the "I can't loose you" that felt lodged in your throat, the words seemingly floating in the air around you too like smoke. It was there, you both knew it, but it wasn't tangible.

"I will live. I will", Chishiya was in a similar situation to yours. He didn't say the "You won't loose me. Ever. Even if I die" that was wrapping around his throat, wanting to force him to confess. "I will come back to real world", he said, determined. He didn't add the "With you" at the end like he wanted to, either.

Chishiya didn't mean to get drunk, honestly. He just thought it was a good idea to not be so tense waiting for you, and specially when you returned. Because you WOULD return.

So he decided to drink a bit. He didn't want his nervousness to take the best of him and make him lash out at you because he's so worried. He could picture perfectly the way your brows would crease, your eyes widening, your lips pouting... You were so beautiful.

But as time progressed and you didn't show up, this was a good enough way to keep occupied. Back at the real world, Chishiya wouldn't indulge in things like that. Not even in the Borderlands, really. But you did something to him. Him drinking to try and numb himself of the intrusive thoughts caused by the anxiety of not having you close for longer than expected made Chishiya feel as if he was one of the patients that he worked with in residence, that started to smoke as a replacement addiction to opioids. Chishiya was addicted to you.

"What will you do? When you go back?", you said. It was yet another one of your late night talks, and he was trying his best not to let his sleep addled mind make him do something stupid. Like kissing you. Even though you were so so close...

"I'm going to start living. Really living", he said, voice thick with sleep in a way that made you shiver. "This place has a way of making you feel like you were wasting your life, doesn't it?", you nodded. "What about you?"

"I will do the things I was too afraid of doing before I came here. I'm going to let people in. I'm going to fall in love. Madly. Maybe start a family. Who knows", you were blushing, your eyes closed to avoid the embarrassment of what you just said. You could feel Chishiya's eyes piercing all over throughout your face like needles.

"That sounds good, I think", he said simply before closing his eyes as well, his own blush dusting his cheeks.

"Chishiya? Chishiya, wake up", you said. You had just came back to find Chishiya asleep with an empty bottle on his hand, and started to worry immediately. This wasn't like him. What really startled you though was the dried tear streaks on his cheeks.

He had opened his eyes after a minute, but just barely, his lids were heavy in a way that told you he was still drunk.

"Y/N... You're back", he hid his face in your thigh where you kneeling besides his head and you had to contain a jump to not hurt him. He was already going to have a killer headache soon, you didn't want to contribute. "I can't believe you're back".

"Of course I'm back", you gently pried his face from your thigh and helped him sit up against a wall. "My game took long, it was a maze. And then I had to get some food too, that's all", you whispered, his intoxicated gaze fixated on you like you'd dissapear if he looked away. "What happened? Why are you drunk?"

"I... I drank because I was afraid. Stupid. Stupid decision", he slurred and you nodded for him to keep going. "You were taking so long... And I was afraid you were... You wouldn't... And then we wouldn't fall in love madly and have children ", he could barely string a sentence properly but you could tell he was being sincere. "Love you. Thank you for letting me in. I thought this was all just so stupid. And then you made me care about you", he said and you felt like you were having a heart attack.

You quickly leaned forward to give him a peck on the cheek, and, regretfully, had to push him away when he tried to kiss you. Instead, you cupped his cheek in your hands. "I love you too. But you're drunk. No funny business until the morning comes", you said and he gave a slow nod.

"Come here. Let's hold each other for now, ok? Rest, and we'll talk in the morning. I'll be here when you wake up, I promise", you whispered. And he promptly fell asleep, anxious to open his eyes to you in the morning as soon as possible.

#alice in borderland fic #chishiya x reader #chishiya headcanons #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland imagine #aib x reader #aib imagine #alice in borderland fanfiction #aib fanfic

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

killing peggy carter

summary: you want revenge bc steve’s a bitch. (happy times, save for steve’s disappearance. everyone’s alive tho)

warnings: a darker steve. rough smut, a little questionable at times. a lot of angst bc i was in a mood.

pairing: steve rogers x reader, peggy carter x reader for a sec, and some steve x peggy ( 🤢 )

word count: about 9,800

a/n: not tagging anyone bc no one asked for this, i literally just wrote it like forever ago and decided to post it bc i haven’t posted in forever. also, if you go back far enough on my blog, you will see that i watch riverdale and honestly, i came up with this title before jughead wrote his emo story in the finale.

When Steve left, it was nothing short of devastating.

Your world had stopped. How could it not? You had been under the impression that someone was in love with you as much as you were in love with them. And god, you were so damn in love with Steve Rogers.

It had been a year and it still hurt just like it had that first day. You were better at hiding it now, using that as the only entertainment in your life. Being an Avenger wasn’t the same as it used to be. The world was good, you weren’t needed. Especially not while all these feelings of anger and resentment were growing inside you.

When Steve left, he took a lot. He took your heart, your soul, your fucking will to love and let yourself be loved, and he took your ability to be a hero. No hero had the darkness you had. No hero stayed out most nights dancing in sweaty and noisy clubs, being groped by strangers she couldn’t even take home because she was the definition of damaged. You had trust issues for days, and they weren’t going anywhere any time soon, if ever.

Bucky tried to help and sometimes, you had the energy to fake it. It always made him so happy to see you smiling or just talking to other men who clearly were attracted to you. But nothing would come of it. You couldn’t believe a word that any one of them said.

Steve used to look at you, tell you he loved you, tell he needed you, that he couldn’t do any of this without you. Then he had the chance to go back to Peggy Carter and he took it in a second, no hesitation. He didn’t even say goodbye.

You stayed out on the lake for three months, figuring he’d just gotten tied up. He would come back, you told yourself that every night. What finally broke you was when Nat and Bucky sat you down and told you it wasn’t going to happen. You’d always known but with confirmation from the two people that knew him best, you had to face reality. He’d left you and he wasn’t coming back.

It was a huge hit to your self-esteem. Maybe if you had been prettier. Smarter. Stronger. Better. But you were just you. Petty, small, aching. Ironically, that was how he had found you as well. The Avengers liked to bring in team members who had already been through too much. You hadn’t realized how vulnerable your past trauma made you to their type of coercion. You would do anything any of them asked. With Steve, it was different. More. And he had always known.

There was this pain in your chest that never went away. Sometimes you woke up gasping in the middle of the night, usually after a nightmare. It was as if there had been a hand around your neck. But there wasn’t because you were as alone as anyone could possibly be.

You didn’t mind it anymore. Hell, it was the only thing that you still had left of Steve. You burned everything else and not even that made you feel better. This was all much to Bucky’s dismay.

You would never tell a soul that you couldn’t part with his sketchbooks, that you had them hidden in a box underneath your bed. It was no one’s right to know. This pain was your own, the only thing you still had possession of.

You hadn’t been touched in his absence, even by yourself. It reminded you of all those times he would kiss along your skin and sing praises to your beauty. Sometimes, you wished you were ugly. Sometimes, you wished you could just get so ugly that no one would even want to look at you.

But that was not the case. You were that beautiful, strong, and caring woman Steve had fallen in love with, so they claimed. You were their responsibility. Their project. They would get you through this if it was the last thing they did. Nat, Bucky, and Sam tried merely out of their loyalty to Steve. Tony followed that lead and that meant Peter tried as well as he could. Wanda, still consumed by her own lost love, attempted, but she was probably the only person who could see you for what you were.

Thrown out trash. Abandoned, sharp pieces that could and would cut anyone who tried to help. You hated all the rest of them for not seeing it. You hated all the rest of them because in their eyes, you were still Steve’s girl.

You no longer had a boyfriend, a family, or friends. He took all of that away from you. And one day, when you were so sick of having nothing to do but feel sorry for yourself, you decided that you were going to return that favor.

Steve Rogers deserved to be just as heartbroken and empty as you. It drove you crazy. He had been the one to pursue you. He had been the one to insist that you were his, even said you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

Talking Bruce into helping was laughably easy. You claimed to need closure. You claimed you just wanted to know that Steve was happy. You wanted to tell him you forgave him. Bruce hadn’t seen you look this happy in a long while so he did what anyone would and said yes.

You wanted to wait. Steve was always so sentimental, the anniversary of the day he met Peggy was probably a day of extreme affection in their house. He probably made her breakfast, bought her some piece of jewelry that she wouldn’t even like, and spent all day telling her how much he loved her. You wanted to crash the party.

Part of you wished there was another way to do this, but there just wasn’t. Killing Peggy was the only way to take anything from him, and you had these dark fantasies that he would then kill you in retaliation. What a beautiful way to go, you hoped he would strangle you. You hoped he would set you on his lap one final time, wrap his hands around your neck, and stare into your eyes until you were gone.

Peggy was a great person, that much you felt bad about. But hadn’t Steve practically murdered you? And you were a great person before all of this. An eye for an eye. Did he think you were just going to disappear? No, he wasn’t going to get away with this any longer. He wasn’t going to get his happiness after he had ruined your whole life.

You wanted some years on them, you told Bruce ten years. Steve would be just shy of 50. You wondered what he’d look like. When he left, he had just started to get some gray hairs. You could remember that morning vividly. You wouldn’t have noticed if the sun hadn’t been shining in through the blinds perfectly onto his blonde hair. He blushed about 7 shades of red, but you promised him you didn’t mind. Because you loved him. He said he loved you back. Like an idiot, you believed him.

You arrived in his time with little care to how you looked. You weren’t here for anyone but him. You didn’t mind that everyone was staring at you oddly because instead of some huge, ugly dress, you were wearing black pants, a low-cut t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

You did need a weapon, however. Guns were cowardly. Poison could be fun. A knife, though. A knife would certainly get the point across. You tucked it into your boot and then you were on your way.

You found Peggy’s house easily. Bruce had made sure you knew where you were going and what to do if they had moved or anything like that. You’d known they would be in the same place. You’d known Steve would want to live in this domestic, pathetic lie.

There was a window that looked into the living room. It was mid-day, you figured Peggy was at work. What did Steve even do? Was there a specific activity he liked pairing with all the pure nothingness he was doing while his best friend suffered in Hydra’s hands?

You saw him sitting in a recliner in what you assumed was the living room. His hair was almost all gray, he’d cut it much shorter. Like how he used to have it, before everything with Tony and Bucky. Like how he had it when you met him. His beard was just as light and he had a few prominent wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth. But that was as far as his aging went. His arms were still huge, his shoulders so broad, and you had the strongest feeling that that ass had held up.

You were about to go in, make your presence known when you realized he was reading a book. Your favorite book. He must have taken it with him because that looked distinctly like one of your many copies you hadn’t seen for quite some time.

You were furious, shaking and seeing red. No matter how hard you tried to breathe, you just couldn’t. You were going to cut Peggy’s heart about and show it to him. You were going to cover that ugly house with her blood. You were going to wreck him just as much as he wrecked you.

You watched Steve for three months and came to the harrowing conclusion that he was severely unhappy. Peggy would come home and they wouldn’t speak. They would sit down for dinner and say maybe five sentences to one another. They went to bed together, sometimes they had sex. You never stuck around for that because not only was that a major violation of her privacy, but damn, they were fucking boring.

When she woke up in the morning, he wouldn’t get up until she was gone. Then he would go for his run, you followed a couple of times as best you could to see if there was a piece of this puzzle you were missing. When he returned home, he would read or watch television, he went for a second run a few hours later, and returned home to do absolutely nothing but await her return.

Should this have made you happy? It didn’t. He would rather be unhappy with her than happy with you. But that was for one reason: his pride. He didn’t want to crawl back to you and admit that he made a mistake.

Your goals changed. You wanted to make him admit it. Not with words, he would never do that. But Steve was a faithful man. If you got him to stray, it would be indisputable.

You waited one morning until he was out on his run, then snuck into the house. You went through their kitchen, sometimes you moved things just to be a bitch. You went through their bedroom and discovered that Peggy had a terrible contraption that had the audacity to call itself a sex toy. That would be nice to throw in Steve’s face.

You tossed it onto the bed and got undressed as you made your way to the shower. Steve wouldn’t be gone much longer. And he would know something was very wrong when he saw your clothes.

You washed your hair, used Peggy’s soap, and only had to wait a couple of minutes after that. You heard him call out her name a few times. But then he got to the bedroom and you heard his steps hesitating.

“Peggy?”

He wouldn’t say your name, not ever. Because he could be wrong, he could be delusional. And to admit that he was still thinking about you after all this time, that was his idea of a loss.

You didn’t grab a towel as you pulled the shower curtain back and shut off the water. Dripping wet, you carefully padded across the tile floor and then out to the bedroom.

His eyes widened and he dropped to his knees. “What...what are you doing here?”

You shrugged, glancing around. “Thought I deserved a vacation.”

“Y/N, I am so—”

“Pathetic? Weak? Yeah, don’t worry, I know.” You moved closer to him, eyeing him pitifully. You were glad that you hadn’t crumbled. Months ago, you would have given anything just to hear his voice, just to see his fucking eyes. God, you hated him now.

“You’re angry, I understand.”

“Angry?” you scoffed. “Add dumb to the list.”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you—”

“You didn’t hurt me, you piece of shit. You destroyed me, you ruined my life. For all intents and purposes, you killed me. And I’m here to get my revenge.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “Revenge?”

You reached out to touch his face, trailed your fingers along his bottom lip. “Yeah, payback. I’m going to make sure I make you feel what you made me feel.”

He glared up at you. “Are you threatening me?”

“Yes.”

He finally stood, towering over you.

“Mmm, how I’ve missed this body.” You pressed yourself against him and as much as he acted like he didn’t like it, he never pulled away or tried to push you back. You were getting him wet and his shirt was starting to cling to his abs. You let your hands wander for a moment before they dropped down to his pants.

“Stop,” he said quietly.

And you did because you were never going to allow him to lie. Your turned up to him and stepped back.

He looked torn apart, confused. “Why are you here?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Well, it’s all you’re getting. You don’t need any other answer.”

“So, what’s the plan? How are you going to get your revenge?”

“I know you, Steve, I know that you believe in being a good and faithful man. I just want you to fuck me. That’s all.”

“Well, you know that’s not going to happen. You know I would never—”

“Cheat? So, then you’ve never fucked Peggy?”

“What?”

“You never left me, you never told me we were done. You, like the coward you are, just didn’t come back. Every time you’ve been with her is a lie, a cheat. You are a cheater.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?! You keep acting like there was just one thing! There were a million things, Steve. You ruined everything that we were building. And you can apologize all you want, but until I return at least half of it, I’m stuck here with you.”

“I won’t fuck you.”

“Yet,” you pointed out. “Well, I should be going.”

He grabbed your arm. “Go home.”

“I am home, baby. You’re here and you’re my home.”

He frowned.

You yanked yourself out of his hold, bending over to grab your clothing all over the room. He wasn’t going to fuck you but that did not mean he wasn’t going to look at you. So, you gave him quite the show, just like you had in the past upon his request.

You disappeared into the bathroom as if it was so natural, as if it was your own. He made no moves to follow and said nothing. As you dried yourself off, you decided now was as good a time as any. “See that terrible thing on your bed?”

You heard him step a few times, then nothing.

You scoffed. “Maybe it has to do with your age.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Still. Pretty creepy you came back to a much younger Peggy.”

“I came back to the one I left.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” You sauntered out and sent him one last smile before exiting the bedroom.

Peggy and Steve had a fight, so Peggy ducked out to some small diner. If you couldn’t get to him, you decided you were going to get to her. Peggy was sweet from the second you began speaking to her, feigning concern for her situation.

The first night you guys went out together, you wanted her to talk shit about Steve. She didn’t, she just got drunk and tried to get you much the same. You were taking her home because you truly were fearful of what would become of her without your help. And she kissed you. At first, you were startled, you pulled away out of fear and shock. She wasn’t Steve. In all your life since you’d met him, you never thought someone else was going to kiss you.

But then she looked terrified. Had she been reading you wrong? Had she messed everything up? Nah, you were adaptable. You kissed her back, explained you’d been hurt by some loser and it had been a while. She understood, or said she did, and then she was disappearing inside.

You were left wondering if Steve heard you, but not many lights in the house were on. He probably wasn’t home. Confirmed by your unlocked hotel door when you returned home just a couple of hours before sunrise.

Knowing it was him didn’t mean you weren’t going to pull your gun as you entered. He was sitting in one of the chairs at the tiny table near the tiny kitchen.

He arched an eyebrow. “That necessary?”

“I should have shot you the second I got here.” But you still tossed it onto the bed. “You know...this paints quite a scene, doesn’t it? You’re here, angry at me for being out late.” You let your purse fall to the floor, then your hideous cardigan. You had only shown up with one outfit, so shopping was necessary to keep up appearances. You didn’t know a lot about the 40s, but you didn’t want them to start burning women at the stake again because of you.

You made your way to him, straddling his lap as you took his face in your hands. “Are you upset that I broke curfew, daddy?”

He didn’t even bat an eye, but you knew that would get to him. “Where were you?”

“Out with your future wife.” One of many kickers, they had yet to get married. Peggy said it was because she wanted to wait. “Thought she would be willing to talk shit about you...thought it would make me feel better.”

“And? Did she give you anything you can use against me in the future?”

“Nah. She didn’t want to talk about you at all.”

He glared. “When are you going home?”

She shrugged. “Whenever I feel like it.” Your eyes moved over his face as you felt the deeply etched lines on his skin. “You don’t look 50 but I never thought... You remember when I found your gray hair?”

“Yeah... Thought you would leave me...that you’d want someone your age.”

“I like you like this, you know. Twice my age.”

“Have there been others?”

And just like that, the end of your friendly conversation. You pulled your hands away from him but stayed on top of him. “Others?”

“People...men you’ve let close.”

You scoffed. “Why would I do that?”

“I wanted...I thought you would move on.”

“People lie,” you pointed out. “You told me you loved me every day and then you just left. I can’t adequately explain to you how tired I am. I can’t do it again, I can’t even let myself try. I can’t get close to people the way I was close to you. I can’t move on. I can’t love someone else. I can’t do anything but hate you as much as I loved you.”

“I wasn’t lying—”

“You left. If you loved me as much as you said you did, you wouldn’t have been able to.”

“I do love you—”

You immediately pulled off him, rushing to get your feet back on the floor. No, no fucking way, he was not going to lie to you again. He was simply not allowed to anymore. You would not tolerate it.

“Y/N—”

“Get out of my hotel!” You pointed to the door. “Now, Steve, or I swear I will shoot you.”

He scoffed. “For what? Loving you?”

“You piece of shit.” You didn’t wait for him to say anything else. You stormed to the bathroom and locked the door before he could intrude yet again.

He knew you wouldn’t come back out, not while he was still there. All he could do was leave. For safe measure, he at least unloaded your gun and set it on the bedside table. Maybe if you had to find it and load again, you would lose some of your anger and not ended up taking a shot at him.

How dare he? He had no right to say that to you, no right to use that word. It meant nothing coming from him because there was the implied ‘but’ along with it. Before, he just loved you. Period. Now? He loved you. But what? He loved Peggy more? He loved this time more?

You thought you had been angry before. Even though the time you were spending with Peggy was diffusing that somewhat. Still, you never lost sight of what you wanted. Needed. The idea of Steve’s heartbreak was the only thing that could get you up in the morning.

He threw you off for a few days. Every time you tried to leave the hotel room just to do something a tad evil, you would end up in bed crying. Steve thankfully didn’t try to come back, you hated the thought of him seeing you like this, letting him know that he could still do this to you.

Peggy called. You gave her the number, just in case, and she used it to express her concern for you. It wasn’t like you not to want to hang out or to just be around and bump into her “randomly”. She invited you out for breakfast the first day, then lunch the next. You said you weren’t feeling well.

An excuse she stopped taking the third night. She wanted to go dancing with you, all while her asshole boyfriend stayed at home. How could you say no? You shouldn’t, this was the entire reason you were here.

You would kill her tonight. This time was a drag and you wanted to get home. To a place where you could wear pants or a t-shirt. A place where there weren’t so many preppy men in pastels or college sweaters.

Peggy picked you up, she wouldn’t stop staring. Had it been any other day, you might have even questioned why. But you weren’t going to enjoy this as much as you thought you would. It sucked, and honestly, it made you hate Steve even more. He was your downfall, he was also her downfall, but at least he would soon be utterly alone.

It had been hours. You were just trying to dance and let the music fill your mind, but this music was shit. If you had to hear one more man sing about wanting to hold a woman’s hand… Truly, you missed the filth of your time.

Peggy was the one that wanted to leave. Peggy was the one that wanted to walk away from all the noise of the city. Peggy was the one that took you to some sleazy motel, where she gave you the briefest of looks when she’d stopped you both on the sidewalk. She was also the one that kissed you when you didn’t say anything because what did you have to actually say?

Nothing. Not one thing. You had no idea how this plan had spiraled so terribly. You were meant to come here, kill her, throw it in Steve’s face, then bolt back home like none of it ever happened.

But you couldn’t kill her, not anymore, not after seeing what a miserable life she had with Steve. You hoped she would leave him, and not just to hurt him, but to help herself. You remembered the life she had in your world, the one she had created with your husband. It was so much better than the hell she was living in here.

So, you let her take you to a room. You let her kiss you, you let her tear your dress off, push you onto the bed, and crawl on top of you. Her lips moved everywhere over your legs, arms, and stomach, and they felt like fire because they belonged to someone who wasn’t Steve.

You hated how guilty you felt. You hated that your mind was seriously considering this a betrayal, cheating. But you were trying to be kinder to yourself. It wasn’t your fault that you had fallen so hard for someone and that you had made plans because someone had promised you forever.

She knew you were thinking about him. Not Steve, of course, but the someone you had once mentioned. She didn’t mind, she just promised she would try to make you forget. You forced yourself to be present, you turned off your mind when you could. She didn’t ask a lot of you, in reality.

She wanted to be on top, she wanted you to say her name and wouldn’t let you come until you asked nicely. It was probably around the third orgasm that you stopped feeling so awful, that all of those familiar sensations weren’t triggering memories and bitter resentment. That was what she gave you with her mouth alone and didn’t move until it was evident that your thoughts had simply melted away.

When she crawled back up to kiss you, she buried her fingers inside you. At that point, who the hell even was Steve Rogers? A distant, dull pain. Peggy was here, on top of you, biting your lip, telling you to come one more time, because she knew you had it in you.

She told you that you were beautiful, that she’d never seen a body like yours. She told you that you made her feel things Steve couldn’t, that you were fun and warm and kind, and she loved spending time with you.

You were covered in sweat, your skin painted with her lipstick and bites and other marks she left all over your skin. She hadn’t come yet and refused any offers you made her, she claimed she just wanted to focus on you for a moment.

When she finally pressed her soaking center against yours, you were in an odd amount of pain. You longed for something, so much, but you had no idea what. She pulled your hair, began kissing your neck, and rolled her hips hard. You pulled her hair back, pressed your hips up when she pressed down, whimpered her name, and told her she felt so good. It was when she started fucking you harder and faster, and you were getting really close once again, that you got the sick idea to rake your nails down her back. Hard enough to leave marks.

After her finish, she collapsed onto her side next to you. The way she looked at you was kind of scary, like you were worth a lot more than you knew you were. She also looked satisfied and you hadn’t seen that look since you’d shown up. And what a fucking crime that was. Yes, Steve was a dick, but fuck, that man could seriously fuck. Why was he denying her that?

You shoved her onto her back and sat on her face because you didn’t want to be thinking about him. She kept you there until you were shaking and so fuzzy you couldn’t even sit up on your own. A tad haphazardly, you insisted on getting your mouth on her. After some convincing on your part and a few pitying laughs from her as you nearly fell over the edge of the mattress because you were still dizzy, your tongue was sliding against her skin and her hands were locked in your hair.

She needed to get home, back to her boyfriend before he started to worry. You stuck around for a bit, reluctant to return to your apartment. Maybe this was it, maybe this was all you needed. Maybe it was just time to fucking go home.

You truly worried about all of the Bucky lectures you were going to get, all of those Natasha looks, those small ‘tsk’ sounds when Thor was not only upset but disappointed in you, the judgmental eyebrows Tony would be sending your way, and those puppy dog eyes from Peter. Goodness, you were sure Peter missed you. Bruce would never trust you again, no surprise there, you had lied to him. You hadn’t thought about the consequences of your actions when you first did this. You hated, at the time, that you didn’t care if you hurt anyone.

Game over. You weren’t going home not without having scored some points, but to win, you would just end up losing more. More, you now understood that you had taken all of it for granted. Yes, your friends were constant reminders of Steve and they had been acting like you were some mission they needed to complete, but at least they loved you. That was more than a lot of people had and you would let them know about all these epiphanies if they didn’t kill you as soon as you returned.

When you made it back to your apartment, it was only to get the necklace Wanda had given you a few years back for your birthday. It was this huge stone you never remembered the name of, something you rarely took off regardless of that.

The last thing you expected was to find Steve. He looked furious and maybe, just maybe, you were going to get the satisfaction of seeing that you hurt him before you left. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He was at the table again, jaw set, glaring at the wall straight ahead of him. You were trying to think if you’d ever seen him this angry, if you’d ever even heard stories of it. Probably not. He liked to act like you were so damn delicate. Though, maybe he had been onto something.

“Hey,” you snapped after receiving no response, “Why the fuck are you in my hotel room?”

Finally, he turned to you and for the first time ever, you were scared of him.

You kept your distance, you even began moving toward your bedside table where you had your gun stashed.

“I hope you’re not looking for this.” He reached down for a moment then tossed it onto the table noisily.

Shit. “Steve…”

“You fucked her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stood quickly, storming over to you. For a moment, you had been stunned, and it was enough for him to get several upper hands. It wasn’t as if he needed them to begin with, but with your delayed scattering back, he was able to grab you and pin you to the wall. You were completely defenseless in stupid, impractical heels and an ugly, impractical dress.

“Tell me you didn’t fuck her.”

You said nothing.

He scoffed harshly. “I fucking smelled you all over her…and now I smell her on you. You left those scratches on her back because you wanted me to know.”

“Honestly, I thought I would be gone by the time you found out or by the time you decided to confront me. In fact, if you leave now, I’ll be gone and you’ll never have to see me again.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“What? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He didn’t say anything, instead, he grabbed the neckline of your dress and tore it open. He paid no mind to your startled shoving at his chest. His eyes moved over your skin quickly, you could tell he was getting angrier with every bruise he found.

You were going to play this off, bat away at his feelings just long enough for you to escape. “Steve, I—”

He grabbed your jaw and you immediately shut up. “Go take a shower.”

Your eyebrows pulled together.

“Now.”

“No, you fucking—”

“You can do it on your own or I can do it for you. But to be clear, I will not ask again, and I’m gonna count to ten before I really lose my patience. One, two, three—”

“Steve,” you tried softly. He was still holding you there, so tight that the idea of moving was laughable.

“Four, five—”

“Steve,” you were a tad more frantic, pushing at his forearm.

“Six, seven.” He finally pulled away from you and you bolted to the bathroom without a second thought. He told you to leave the door open and you listened because you no longer had the desire to push him.

You came out in a towel several minutes later. Most of your shower was spent just trying to calm down, the rest was using any product you had to try to get rid of her scent. You didn’t want to risk further angering him with any lingering mentions of Peggy.

He was just feet away from the door when you stepped out and once again, he showed no hesitation in ripping away what covered your body. He looked you over again, briefer this time, obviously displeased with what he saw. He’d hoped most of it was just the lipstick Peggy always wore.

“Are you wet?”

“What?”

“Your pussy. Are you wet?” He was condescendingly slow with every single word and your hand suddenly itched with the need to smack him.

“No.”

“Well, you’re a liar, so I don’t believe you,” he countered. “Check.”

“What?”

“Check,” he repeated. “Now. And if I have to keep repeating myself, you’re not going to like the way this night plays out.”

You averted your gaze as you brought your hand to your center. Your breath caught audibly as you ran your fingers through. Yes, he was an ass, but your body would never stop craving his touch.

“Show me.”

Begrudgingly, you brought your hand back to him.

“Wow, how did I know you were lying? Touch yourself. Keep touching yourself until you come.”

You snorted. “Eww, no—”

He slammed his hand against the wall behind you and you fell silent again. “The same rules apply. Do it or I will do it for you.”

He had never spoken to you like this. Sure, there were the bad missions. There were the times when he just needed to fuck you to forget all the shit he had to deal with. But there was never a moment where you wondered if he would lose control, if he would hurt you unintentionally. Right now, maybe it wasn’t so much that you thought he would. You had known him long enough, loved him long enough, that you knew exactly what kind of man he was. Maybe, right now, it was that you wanted him to hurt you.

Nothing could be worse than when he left you. Nothing he did was going to hurt more than when you went back home and you were, once more, without him. Meaning that you wanted to take everything that you possibly could from this moment. All the pain, all the bruises, all those emotional scars that would add to the ones from before that you had idiotically convinced yourself you could ever get rid of.

He knew you were considering your next move and arched an eyebrow at your continuing silence.

You shook your head. “No.”

One of his hands shot up to wrap around your neck, the other hand went to your cunt where he slid two fingers into you with embarrassing ease.

You brought your hands up to his forearm and dug your nails into his skin. The harder you scratched him, the harder he would choke you—it was something established early on in your relationship. And if he was choking you, you couldn’t moan or whine like he wanted you to.

For a moment, you both stayed still. For an entire second, it wasn’t that he had left you, that you had to track him down, that you fucked his girlfriend and he was fucking furious about it. For a second, it was just you and him, like it was all the times before.

The problem was pride. It wasn’t like before and neither one of you wanted to let the other pretend. He hurt you. You hurt him. Before no longer mattered. So, you shut your eyes and turned your face away from him.

He thrust his fingers just slightly harder than you would have liked, slightly harder than he would have liked. It would sting in the morning, but you wouldn’t hate it. Crescent-shaped cuts would be found everywhere on his skin and he would mourn that they were healing too fast. Both of you knew that this was it. The end.

You were wet, that obscene sound drowning out your choked noises. He absolutely loved this, loved you. He had thought being with Peggy again would make him feel like he was finally home. It took him so long to figure out that he was wrong, to realize that you were one of the few people that actually felt like home. You and Bucky, Nat, Sam, Tony, Wanda, Thor. Not Peggy.

And he could no longer pretend when he felt you tighten around his fingers. He was fucked up and he ruined things a lot of the time. It was just in his DNA, even the fucking serum couldn’t fix that. But prior to leaving, he’d never ruined anything with you. He hadn’t realized how much he missed fucking you because he always did that right.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered.

Instead, you pushed harder at his arm and turned further away from him. Your hips started to buck against his hand, and he knew you wanted this, but he knew you were not going to give in without some fight.

“Open your fucking eyes, Y/N.”

You were not going to. After all the hell he’d put you through? Fuck that, fuck him. You were never going to give him anything he wanted ever again.

He yanked his hand away from your pussy and grabbed your jaw to turn your face to him. He knew that wouldn’t work alone and in a move of desperation, kissed you. A move to get you to let your guard down—a weak move that would not work. As his knee came up to your cunt and you began grinding against it, he started biting your lip.

You buried one hand in his hair and started pulling harder than you should have. He released your jaw to do the same to you. This was much different than how he usually touched you. He’d always been rough, but this hurt, actually hurt.

You rode his thigh with no assistance from him. He let your face go and dropped your hair in search of another tactic. You were no longer kissing, you instead rested your head on his shoulder, eyes still squeezed shut. Even when he grabbed your ass painfully, and when he smacked you after all you did was scream. Even when he grabbed your breasts and pulled on your nipples.

You kept your eyes shut the entire time and he was growing furious. He wasn’t going to let you feel anything even resembling pleasure if you weren’t going to give into him. He pulled away and grabbed your hips.

You opened your eyes then, concerned about what he was doing to you next. He grabbed your shoulder and shoved you onto the bed before you could say a word. You were on your stomach, facing away from him, busy lamenting the loss of your finish. You heard him undressing as you attempted to regain your breath and composure.

He was on top of you before that happened, yanking your legs open before he crawled up, hands stopping on either side of your head. He wasn’t going to tease, he was going to fuck you like the brat you were—hard, mean, unforgiving. He lowered his hips until his cock was lined up with your entrance and then thrust in.

Your scream must have scared the hell out of the neighbors. You wouldn’t be surprised if the cops were being called right then. It wasn’t a pleasurable scream, you certainly liked that he was inside you, but that was just your body. Your heart ached in a way that it never had. You’d thought you were never going to feel him again, but it wasn’t some beautiful feeling of reconnection. You were at square one, you would have to crave his body all over again once this was over. You would go through those same agonizing withdrawals that had truly destroyed you those first few months.

Steve grabbed your hair again and shoved your face into the mattress. He didn’t care about taking it slow, making sure that you, his precious, sweet girlfriend, were okay. He felt just as torn up as you and he couldn’t afford emotional consideration when he was so fucked up. He only knew what he wanted, for you to look at him like you used to. He would do whatever he had to do to get it. Part of him didn’t care how low he would have to go. He wasn’t Captain America here, he didn’t have to live up to the same standards.

You blindly reached back to try to catch his arm, but your attempts never even touched him. He didn’t seem to care about what you were attempting, he just fucked you. He held you down as his hips slammed against your ass and he moaned loudly, shamelessly, selfishly. You finally caught a hold of his arm and used the heel of your palm to push, but since you were out of breath and had been for quite some time, you doubted that there was any real force behind it.

“Can’t breathe, baby?” he wondered, hips still snapping, the head of his cock reaching that delicious spot inside you.

You dug your nails into his skin even though it was an uncomfortable stretch and your muscles were screaming. You were screaming, too, despite everything, despite the lack of strategy in that, but this felt too good not to. You hadn’t been fucked like this in so long, this was what you knew you would never get from someone else. This deep, soul-level connection was a one-time deal. No one else was ever going to be able to give you this.

“If I let you up, you better fucking look at me. I’m not kidding, Y/N. I’ll fucking hold you down again until I fucking come.”

Once his hand lifted from your head, you turned up and gasped for air. It was a short-lived relief as soon as his hand pressed into your neck and angled your head back. It wasn’t that you were scared, and you should have been because you wholeheartedly believed his threat, it was that you were happy to have an excuse to give in. He was stronger than you, right? No one could blame you for giving in, hell, you were just trying to save yourself. Right?

Your eyes met his and his hips stuttered. A ragged breath fell from his lips, you felt it on your hair. That hard look in his eyes softened, he looked a lot like that man that had promised you he would come back to you.

“I love you,” he breathed.

Your eyes instantly filled with tears and you clamped your mouth shut. Both hands were buried in the bedsheets because you needed something to hold, something to tear at, something to destroy to cope with the burning anger that was consuming you.

“I’m sorry, I love you.” His body moved erratically against yours, desperate for all the things he’d longed for since he’d left you. The two of you were sick together, desperate, twisted people that proved it in bed. Peggy wasn’t like that and he was drowning trying to act like he was normal, like he was that same man that she had been with what felt like centuries ago.

He collapsed, chin pressing into the bend of your neck, and you felt his cum spilling into you. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as he rode out his finish. He didn’t stop, however, now he wanted to get you off. He wanted to feel those same pathetic, proud things he experienced whenever he played your body like an instrument.

You didn’t resist, what would be the point? You fucking deserved an orgasm, at the very least. You were ashamed to admit that you wanted it, needed it. You hadn’t honestly felt alive since he left you, but this reminded you what that was like.

He groaned when he felt you tightening around him, his hand wedging between you and the mattress to get to your clit. When he did, it was over and you crashed like a wave against the shore, and you saw stars, and you felt all those things you felt when you were happily in love with a man you thought loved you back.

So, in conclusion, you felt lies.

If he thought he could fuck reality out of your mind, he was sadly mistaken. You were coming down when your hand started sliding across the mattress. Your gun was not the only precaution you took—you’d known Natasha for years and she would strangle you if that was your only form of protection.

He was kissing down your spine when you located your knife, and he had just started to speak when you turned back and just stabbed. You had a general awareness of where he was, you knew you weren’t going to kill him, and you didn’t want to. You just needed to get away, before he started talking, apologizing, making more promises.

You didn’t wait to see where you stabbed, you simply clawed away from him until you could jump from the bed. He cried out and you heard him grabbing for you, but you couldn’t stop for anything. On your bedstand was the necklace you had shown up for, you grabbed it, along with your long coat and then you were on your way out the door.

Running around completely naked in the 40s, clutching a trench coat you knew you weren’t going to leave without, shoeless, dripping sweat and cum—you’d never thought your beautiful life with Steve Rogers would take you here.

A Bucky Barnes lecture was the last thing you wanted, but it was the only thing you would be receiving for probably several months. Well, when he was done with his silent treatment. He was furious when you returned, he didn’t say a word to you. Everyone else had completely fawned over you. They hugged you, pet your hair, told you how proud they were that you came home.

Bucky just stared at you and when they all parted so he could speak to you, he simply stormed out of Bruce’s lab. But yes, Bruce was a tad betrayed, your expectation on that had been correct. You apologized profusely and brought him coffee every day, several times a day until he stopped looking at you like a kicked baby animal.

Tony was disappointed, but not to Bucky’s extent. He simply could not fathom the hold Steve had on you still, told you as much. You admitted that you were wrong, and well, with Tony, that was really all he needed. He wanted to be right and he wanted you to tell him that you learned your lesson. To the untrained eye, he would look like a narcissist. But you knew him better, you knew he was just scared of losing you. Again. He merely wanted to know that you were sticking around and that was what you conveyed when you told him you had made a mistake going in the first place. He dropped it, like it never happened.

Natasha didn’t let you out of her sight for almost two complete weeks. She watched you and you felt her watching you, but she wasn’t going to pry. She was angry, but she was still handling you with gloves on. She wasn’t going to push you emotionally no matter how badly she wanted to. She also wasn’t going to ask questions, scared that prying would move you further away. You told her you saw Steve and that you got what you needed, she nodded, and that was the end of it. She still watched you, but she was slyer about it. She made sure you were in your room when she woke up and went to bed, but she took up Tony’s pretending routine as well.

Wanda didn’t need to ask anything; she knew because she read your thoughts. She knew because she had been outraged that you left without a goodbye, so she felt entitled to those thoughts. Not because she needed to know what happened but because she needed to know if you were going to try anything else again. She stopped being mad at you one day when you were making Bruce coffee. You hadn’t heard her, you were there in the kitchen, stuck in your own thoughts. She hugged you tight, didn’t say a word, but just like that, it was over.

Almost everyone had gotten over it in record time. You knew you were an asshole and you apologized, and you meant it, but even if you hadn’t, it wasn’t like they were ever going to hold it against you. Sometimes, knowing that, it made you feel worse because these people loved you and just like Steve had done to you, you hurt them. In the exact same way. You left.

Sam was in a much more difficult position. He felt a duty to you as one of Steve’s closest friends, but he also felt for Bucky. You’d really hurt Bucky and Sam could forgive you for being reckless, psychotic almost, even selfish. But the look on Bucky’s face when they discovered that you were gone was a hard thing to shake.

He stopped ignoring you after a couple of days, but the conversations were short, shallow. He didn’t ask about your time there and he didn’t ask about your feelings after. It was all small talk and polite conversation, it seemed like you barely knew each other at all. But sometimes, you would catch him watching you, like he was looking for signs of something that he couldn’t ask you. He wanted to know if you were still torn up by this Steve thing.

You were. You cried a lot, as if it happened all over again. Technically, in a way, it did. But you didn’t show them that, it was no longer their burden to bear. You had caused them pain when they tried to take yours away. You waited until you were alone or out of the tower, you cried quietly and quickly. You did not allow yourself those days where you would just hole up in your room. You were always awake early, asleep late, and you took care of yourself because you owed them all at least that.

You knew when Bucky was less angry, but you weren’t going to approach him. You were totally fine just waiting for him to let you know when he wanted to speak to you, which was one random morning after you’d finished sparring with Nat.

He was waiting outside the gym, muttered that he wanted to speak to you, and even Natasha had the good sense to get lost. It wasn’t going to be pretty, that much was clear. It was in his tone, his eyes, his tense posture.

He took you back to your room and ordered you to sit on the foot of your bed. He paced for a long time and you didn’t say a word or make a sound. When he finally looked at you, you seriously worried he might kill you. He was angry all over again, had worked himself up with his thoughts but you weren’t sure why entirely.

“Did you see him?”

You nodded.

“You talked to him.”

“About…everything? Um, no, not really.” There hadn’t been that conversation. Any attempts on Steve’s part were expertly diverted by you, with all your ill intentions and knowledge of how to get under Steve’s skin.

He nodded curtly. “So, this was for nothing then? You put me through all of this shit for nothing?”

“Bucky, I’m really so—”

He was storming out of the room before you finished your sentence.

You didn’t see him for two days, and when you did, it was clear again, you would be getting more silence. You told yourself you couldn’t be that hurt. You’d hurt him first, that meant he had the right to express his feelings even if that resulted in him not speaking to you.

Several days later, Bucky dropped his Winter Solider persona and became a worried, bitter mother hen. You were sick, it wasn’t something that you thought was a big deal. He’d come to speak to you again and with his enhanced hearing, heard you puking in the bathroom.

When you were done, he forced you back into bed and got Bruce. Bruce did the usual, it wasn’t as if anyone was worried, he was just too scared not to indulge Bucky. Speaking of, he was off in the corner of the room, claiming that you’d probably gotten some kind of time-traveling bug. He was being dramatic, and you became aware of what exactly had drawn him and Steve together all those years ago. Extra bitches.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Bruce assured. “Her temperature is fine.”

“Take her blood, test it for time-traveling bugs.”

You rolled your eyes, and because Bruce had heard of the Winter Soldier, he did as was directed. Even though you were pretty sure that Bucky wasn’t serious. Not completely. Once Bruce had the excuse of focusing on your blood, that left you and Bucky alone.

“Why did you even go?”

This was not going to go over well. “Um…I had a plan…”

“A plan,” he repeated. “To do what?”

“I was sort of…kind of, just a little bit, going to kill Peggy.”

His mouth dropped.

You rolled your eyes. “I know that was stupid—”

“You’re insane!”

You glared. “Bucky.”

“You didn’t do it, right?!”

“No,” you huffed. “I should have, would have been putting her out of her misery. He’s such a fucking tool.”

He dragged his hand down his face, holding his jaw as he leaned over in his chair and pressed his elbows to the tops of his thighs. He was silent for a very long time before saying, “Yeah…he is. Did he hurt you?”

The bruises had been painfully obvious, there was no way to hide them, and you knew they could all guess what they came from. You felt your skin getting hot as you shook your head. “No. He wouldn’t do that, Bucky.”

He scoffed. “I thought that…but he did leave you and I never thought he could do that.”

“He’s…not different,” you claimed. “Just…”

“A fucking tool.” He nodded. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“No, I’m really sorry, Bucky. I’m not just sorry for leaving and upsetting you. I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry that you wasted months trying to make me feel better and then I just left. I’m sorry that I took you guys for granted, I’m sorry that I didn’t know how fortunate I was to have people who love me as much as you guys do. I know I betrayed your trust so it’s not going to mean much, but I will never do anything like that again.”

His eyes flit up from the floor to your face. “I do love you. So fucking much. You’re my only connection to him. And you left and I didn’t have that, I didn’t have you and I didn’t have him, and I was just…lost.”

You felt those familiar pricks in the back of your eyes, but you told yourself not to cry, you didn’t have the right. But just as soon as his eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t hold back your own anymore. He practically flung himself off the chair to rush to you, arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders.

You weren’t sure how long you both stayed there, just clinging to each other. This felt like the end of all the tension, though. This felt like a fresh start and you and Bucky were just going to have to move on without Steve. You pondered that for a while. You would have to try to find him a girlfriend or a boyfriend so he wouldn’t try to find you someone. It was going to be a little give and take, probably a major power-struggle every now and then, but it was going to be good.

The only reason you two pulled away was because both a frantic Bruce and Natasha ran into the room. They’d made all the noise two people could possibly make as they did so, crashing into each other because the doorway wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

They were wide-eyed, out of breath, both looking like they had just seen a ghost. But a much different ghost since they both regarded one another with a look of confusion.

“What is it?” Bucky demanded. “Wait, she doesn’t really have a time-traveling bug, does she?”

“Oh!” Bruce scoffed awkwardly, “I’d say so!”

You narrowed your eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“That can wait!” Natasha declared.

“No, it certainly cannot!” Bruce insisted.

These were two people who were normally soft-spoken, not because they were meek or soft in any general sense—hello, Black Widow and the Hulk—but in that they didn’t like drawing so much attention to themselves.

As they both started hissing arguments back at each other, Bucky sighed.

You glanced at him and he shrugged at you in response. Things were all better one second, but the very next, the world was ending.

Both Bruce and Natasha turned back to you with resolute looks on their faces. Natasha only spoke loudly this time because she was hoping to yell over Bruce, “Steve is back!” And Bruce yelled in a completely indelicate manner because he was shocked, horrified, extremely concerned, “You’re pregnant!”

Oh, shit.

Natasha and Bruce took a second to process what the other said and then gasped, turning to one another to share a look. They faced you again and decided to repeat the news only, Bruce screamed about Steve being back and Natasha more so framed it as a shrieking question you’re pregnant?!

You glanced at Bucky.

His jaw was set, his eyes narrowed just slightly. He merely nodded once then stood, throwing his hands up in the air. “Well, I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Yep, the world was most certainly ending.

#steve rogers x reader #why write what you requested when i can just be a moody water sign and write angst? #i don't even remember when i wrote this and i barely edited it honestly bc i'm just kinda over it #i wouldn't have even posted it bc it's been THAT long but i spent time on this so #my writing

[linawritestwst]

hello!! congrats on 100 followers 🎉 ive read a handful of your works sooo why not request for a matchup lol-

gender + pronouns: non-binary, comfortable with any pronouns

about me: let's start with basic stuff- i'm 16, a libra and an infp (i literally did 3 different tests and i got infp on all) i usually write, read, and draw sometimes. i'd like to be able to bake but we don't have an oven, and we don't really need it atm 😭 i have a lot of interests, from the mcu to video games such as genshin, as well as kpop. i'm pretty introverted but it doesn't take me long to warm up around others, but i prefer a small friend group. i want people to approach me first but friends have told me i'm intimidating :') i'm pretty moody too, what i do depends on it. i'm opinionated and will throw hands- lowkey have daddy issues, a million hobbies and i drink milktea/coffee more than water. i am probably the most similar to azul? insecure, likes money and revenge? yeah bet. relate.

what i look for in a partner: open-minded, understanding, able to accept my flaws, older (not rlly a preference i just noticed i tend to like ppl older than me), doesn't mind physical affection, smart (doesn't have to be academically), fine w me not being family-oriented (i have a strained relationship with my parents-)

what i don't look for: anyone like leona 🤩 (he drinks his respect women juice everyday but he's so... eh...) disrespectful, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic aaand you get the idea-

hope this is enough! or not too much- thank u for doing this btw :> congrats again!

hi, i hope you like this matchup!

the character that i think would be a good partner for you is..

ruggie bucchi!

i'll explain why i chose him:

i swear i feel like mbti tests are programmed to tell everyone they're infp okay, so, you're an infp and ruggie is an estp and these types are not that compatible BUT. you're also a libra and he's an aries and these signs are pretty compatible! i could ramble about why these signs work well, but i'll explain it like that: aries is a more energetic and confident sign, meanwhile libras are more soft, quiet and they need someone who can help them to just.. chill, you know? so they complement each other very well and can learn things from each other!

ruggie would probably be a little scared of you when he meets you for the first time, but i think he would see your real personality eventually and want to become closer! i mean, they have jack in savanaclaw so i feel like ruggie is used to people that look intimidating at this point.

ruggie would support your opinions, but also stop you when it's probably not the best time for you to fight someone. you want to fight leona though? yeah, he'll pretend he didn't see that and would let you do your thing.

i think ruggie doesn't mind physical affection, i think he even really likes it! i also think he would be okay with your flaws, we all have them, right?

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland matchups #twst matchup

[mar-iiposa]

"You're What?"

prompt: How would the Bayverse boys react to their s/o finding out that she is pregnant, and she is afraid/scared to tell them? The pregnancy was not planned. Hope you're having a great day/night <3

a/n: this was requested by an anonymous user as a bit of a long story, meant for all four turtles, but I'm deciding on separating it so it looks better on my masterlist later on. hope that enjoy, and make sure to read the tags I have included down below, just in case !

warnings: slight mention of abortion but that's it, mention of needles drawing blood (not too graphic of course), unplanned pregnancy, mentions of unprotected sex.

word count: 2.6k

"Y/N, are you okay?"

Your roommate, April's, voice rang out when she saw you hurry towards the bathroom in such a rush, for the third time today, and it was just barely 2 pm. She was concerned that you weren't doing so good, never having seen you in a peculiar state like this before. As late of this past week, you've started to show signs of illness and restlessness, constantly moody, which we knew was odd for you at times. "Do you need anything?" She gently knocked on the bathroom door, hearing the faucet run on the other side before it was turned off. "I'm good, thanks," You murmur, loud enough for her to at least comprehend what you're saying. Outside of the restroom, April looked down for a moment, hesitant on whether to truly believe you or not. However, she didn't bother to really question it. "I'll be out, text if you need me."

After getting up a little too fast, you feel a small, sharp pain in your breasts, causing you to wince and cup them lightly out of instinct. Over the last few days, you've been noticing some changes. Weird ones too. For starters, you missed your period, it was supposed to roll around about, what, three/four days ago. You kept it tracked monthly on your phone, and by now, it would seem to probably come later than usually expected. Never did you have an irregular menstrual cycle, sometimes periods tend to come a little bit late but this was still odd enough. Not to forget, you had been vomiting like crazy at times, especially in the mornings and early afternoons of the day, sometimes at night if you're "lucky" enough. Topping those off, you felt fatigued, you were bloated, strangely moody, and you really needed to pee way more. A lot more, actually.

You had turned off the faucet in the bathroom, hunching over the sink, still with little droplets of water sliding down and into the drain. You look into the mirror, bags under your eyes have started to form from lack of sleep after literally vomiting your guts out in the middle of the night, having to hold your own hair back yourself if April would be completely knocked out from work. It wasn't a rare occurrence for her to be passed out on her bed or the couch, after a long day of working. You were employed, too, it was just that you took a day off to find out what the hell these symptoms were. Who knows, maybe you were falling sick?

You do your hair and style it just a little, unbothered by if you looked like crap or not, you could care less. You were throwing up and felt almost sick, why wouldn't you look unappealing at the very least? Grabbing your keys and things, you make your way towards the subway almost downtown, avoiding eye contact with almost anyone and everyone, not feeling at your best. It felt like your self-esteem had taken a downwards decline in the last couple of days prior. Not that you never got irritated or anything, but it was peculiar to you that all of a sudden, you had mood swings that changed from one mood to another like a bolt of lightning. Hell, even your boyfriend, Leo, noticed fairly quickly, but he decided not to press on you too much about it.

Getting off of the subway train, you head to your physician's office, opening the door of the building, the cooled atmosphere of the room hitting you within seconds of your entrance of the room.

"Hello, Ms. L/N, are you here for your appointment today?" The female receptionist gazed up at you from her glasses, frames pink, wearing a light shawl over her arms and shoulders. "I am," You give her a nod, her gaze traveling back to the computer screen as she typed away, the sound of her dark red acrylics hitting the smooth black keys. "Sure does get cold in here," She chuckled, a small short in the middle of her laugh, "take a seat, miss."

Doing so, you sit near the TV of the waiting room, the magazines on the table ahead stared back at you, the words 'VOGUE' written on the modernistic cover. The television was of bland taste, just going over the weather expected for today and the rest of the week and into the weekend. You cradle yourself slightly, your e/c eyes flickering down to your fingers and nails. About fifteen minutes or so later, the door to the back of the office opened, a nurse appearing in her scrub, "Y/N L/N?" Perking up at the mention of your name, you both make eye contact and she steps aside for you to walk in, giving a nod before directing you to a nearby room. Taking a seat, you wait until the doctor comes into view, greeting you with a friendly smile. "Ms. L/N, hi," She shook your hand, holding a clipboard under her left arm as she entered, "how are you? Is there a reason as to why you made an appointment for today?" Seconds after listing off your symptoms, she eyed you a bit suspiciously, writing down with her pen. "I'll send one of the nurses in for a blood test, I'm sure you'll be free to go then," The doctor pursed her lips in a tight smile, looking as though she had something on her mind as to what you could've had.

You sit there, for what feels like hours upon hours of silence, and you don't even notice the nurse coming in through the door at some point. "Alright, just relax for me." A pinching at your skin came from the needle, and the nurse draws some blood from your arm. Closing your eyes and glancing away from the view, the needle is drawn away from your arm after a while, patching the spot up with a band-aid. "You should get your answers shortly," 'Angela Bardot' (the nurse) states with a small, friendly smile as you give her a nod for a reply in return.

The receptionist sends you a wave goodbye as you approach the door on the way out, nodding your head and giving a wave back. Traveling home among the streets of New York, your mind is constantly filling up to the absolute brim of what the results would be. What if you were terrible sick? Had an illness that was incurable or deadly? How would you tell the ones you loved? Always tending to think of negative outcomes was a habit of yours, for as long as you can remember. You're so deep into your thoughts as you don't realize your boyfriend had called you a couple of times already. You unlock your phone after typing in the digits of your password, tapping onto his contact. "Hey," His voice rings from the other side, "I was trying to call you, is everything alright?" You can hear the worried tone through his end.

You run a hand through your hair as you neared the corner, coming closer to your New York apartment. "Yeah," you breathe out into the air of the apartment building, taking the provided elevator, "yeah, I'm okay." You could almost see the look of relief in those blue sapphire eyes of his, he responds, "Sorry, I almost panicked when you didn't pick up." You chuckle a little at that, knowing you almost always picked up on phone calls, holding onto your keys as you pushed your front entrance door open, "Nah, you know I can handle myself, Leo." You grin hearing his voice, chuckling at that. "I know, I know." 

"I'll see you tonight?" He asks on his end, you immediately smile. "I give you my word." You can feel him smiling from 'ear to-ear' at your response, "Okay, I'll see you later then. Love you, princess." Your smile growing warm, heart fluttering at the words coming from your boyfriend, you speak back into the phone, "Love you too."

He was the first to hang up on the cell phone call, before you fall back onto your grey couch with a heavy sigh, soon leaning forward with your head in your hands, elbows firmly sitting on top of your knees. The TV is turned on from the remote in your hand, head leaning back into the couch, but only enough to still keep your eyes on the screen. Your phone rings again, and you assume it might be Leo again, calling to tell you something he might have forgotten or who knows what. Turning the phone over from it's front facing the cushions, and you recognize the contact number. "Hello?" You pick up, a recognizable voice rang through. "Hi, this is Dr. Rullston, I'm calling you to discuss your blood test results, yes?" Sitting straight up quickly, you feel yourself nod almost frantically, "Yes, it's not anything, right?" A long pause resonates between the two of you, and you can slightly hear the intake of a breath from her.

"Ms. L/N, you're pregnant."

Your heart completely drops as soon as you heard that, standing up from your seat within milliseconds. "What? I- I can't belie- !" She continues, "About almost two weeks pregnant is what I'm seeing. Congratulations miss." No, no, I didn't want a baby! I didn't know this would happen! 

You look down at the floor as your breathing is nearly stressed, "Tha- Thank you, Dr. Rullston." Quick to hang up first, you almost drop your phone onto the apartment's hard wooden floor. How was this possible? Well, you knew how pregnancy and sex worked, but this was something completely shocking, at least to you! You think you at least had intercourse with a condom on! You and Leonar- Oh God, Leo! How would he react to this? He would be disappointed, he could leave you! Who would want to raise a child with you? Who would even want a knocked up lady if he did leave the relationship you had been building for practically a year?! You could get an abortion, that's it! No, no, no, you couldn't see yourself going through with that. Seeing others get abortions was something you were supportive of, but you had no absolute idea what in the hell to do! Do you want to keep it? That was something you didn't know the answer to. 

Two hours roll by until you're dressed a little more properly now, on your path to the turtles' lair in the sewers. As of now, you're (somewhat) rocking some jeans, with an old t-shirt, your commonly-worn shoes, and your hair combed through. Sticking your head through the lair, Mikey spots you straightaway, quickly riding on his skateboard towards you, guarding your own stomach, afraid for impact. Luckily for you (and maybe your fetus), there is no impact. "Yo, Y/N!" He gave you his regular fist pump, "how's it hangin'?" He notices you guarding your stomach, emitting a laugh as he points at you, "What's with the stomach guarding?" You realize your arms protecting your stomach, pulling them away fairly quickly. "Just, uh- Just hungry is all!" Michelangelo eyed you for a second or two before shrugging, picking up his board with a swift kick at its tail, "M'kay! Leo's in his room by the way. Catch you later!" He rode off again, presumably to bother either Raph or Donnie with his "dazzling personality."

Nearing Leonardo's room, you were undecided on the option of telling him about the growing baby inside of you or not. You didn't know. You didn't know what he'd think, what he'd say, how he would react, or if his perspective of you would shift entirely. Every fiber of your being grew anxious, scared to share the news with him. Or not. Leaning against the doorway of his room, he looked up from his katana, a smile gracing his features. "Hey," He stood up from his spot on the bed as you approach him, "Hi." Leonardo glanced down at your shorter human self, grabbing your hands to hold into his abnormally larger ones. "Took you a while to get here." Yeah, it did because you couldn't stop vomiting into the toilet until you got the strength to eventually walk all the way down here. "Sorry, busy," You threw an excuse at him, the leader of the clan nods. "Uh-huh," He takes your hand and leads you to his bed, "you're not overwhelming yourself, are you?" Knowing how concerned he can tend to be, you shakily exhale a little, giving a closed-mouth smile. "No, not really."

"You know ho-" You bit your lower lip, feeling the need to interrupt, "Leo, there's-- there's something I need to tell you." He paused for a little, knowing there was something up, a feeling in his gut. "Well what is it?" You can feel that pit of anxiety start to blossom within you once again, your palms nearly growing sweaty as you try to gather your words. Carefully wanting to break it to him was something you wanted to do, and correctly too. "Y/N?" He sends you a fervent glance, "is something wro-?" 

"I'm pregnant."

He's taken aback by the sentence you had just formed, staring at you, with almost little to no emotion being expressed. He's speechless. Out of words, completely. "You're what?! With- With my ba-?" Giving the leader a small, slow nod, it finally makes sense to him. "That's why you missed my call? Y/N, you sh-" You feel tears swell up in your e/c eyes, a hot droplet starting to slide down your left cheek, "I know it's all my fault. I should have asked for an abortion before I left that doctor's office. And you don't want a kid, I can see perfectly see that, and just know that I'm sor-" A warm green hand cups the side of your face, endearing blue eyes look at you and hold your stare as a thumb comes to wipe your new, built-up tears. Tender lips come to kiss your forehead. "I want this. Y/N, please listen to me when I say it'll be alright. I won't let you and the baby down, okay?" Leo's words are kind, softly spoken as he offers you a pursed smile while holding your face in his hand, "You'll be fine."

Your breathing is starting to calm down as you meet his eyes, your hand coming touch his on your cheek. "How far? How far are you, I mean?" Feeling at ease, your eyes are still watery with tears, a smile growing on your lips, "Two weeks." He grows soft at your reply, eyes flickering down towards your stomach. The stomach that held his kid inside of it. "How big are they?" You hold your hand up and leave a little gap between your index finger and your thumb, "Like a little seed." A smile of joy lights up his face before he carefully runs the bottom of your t-shirt up to expose your stomach to him. He pursed his lips together once more, fighting off tears as he gives a breathy laugh. "I love them already." You grin to your significant other, kissing his cheek.

"And we love you too."

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[svtshine]

Unconditionally

pairing: Wonwoo x reader

genre: Angst to fluff, High school!au

type: imagine

extras: Wonwoo edit made by @delicatecy do check their page out! Open to requests ^^

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Agape

|a•ga•pe•| /n./

1. the highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstances

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Day 1

Wonwoo dragged himself to school and stuffed his hands inside his hoodie pockets, his nose burried under his scarf. He longed to return to his warm bed amidst this cold winter morning. School was restarting and this year he would be attending as a second year student.

He sighed out, watching the cold air turn into white mist around him. There was another thing he dreaded. Maybe not a thing, but a human.

Y/n L/n

You began following him around like a lost puppy sometimes during last march. He never understood why you were so persistent but it annoyed him to no end.

Wonwoo began to hate everything about you. Your irritating smile that greeted him every morning without fail. Your stupid little notes you would slide into his locker telling him to have a nice day. Your voice as you chattered about god knows what. He had never paid any attention to you.

He wanted to be alone. Eat alone, study alone, walk home alone. He just wanted you gone. You were like a pest, a leech that he just couldn’t seem to remove

Wonwoo has shot you down for what seems to be like the hundredth time. Whenever you greet him with a smile, he glared back at you and shoved his locker close making you jump at the loud sound. He would try to purposefully trip you or tease you hurt fully to make you stay away. He even talk bad about you infront of girls hoping you would leave

But you never did. You always greeted him with a smile and talked about homework and stuff. You also prepared or bought lunch for him. Even if he was paired with another girl, you would follow him around

Wonwoo so badly wanted to get rid of you

He closed his locker after getting out his things and was met with the sight of you looking up at him and giving him a big smile. “Hi won, how’s your morning? Have you eaten?”

Wonwoo grunted, picked up his bag and went into the classroom. Thanking the girls that flocked around him would prevent you from coming closer to him.

Forgetting the fact that the teacher assigned you to sit infront of him. He knew you persuaded the teacher to change seats with another classmate. God you were so annoying.

You sat down at your seat and opened up your bag to find the lunchbox you got up early to prepare wonwoo. You weren’t exactly a chef but you wanted to try cooking one whole meal for him. Here wonnie. I prepared all your favourites again” you said hoping he might glance at you once and at least give you an acknowledgment.

Wonwoo paid no attention to you and instead focused on the conversation with some other girls and guys. Your smiled dropped and your heart felt like it received some stabs.

but this was normal

Wonwoo saw your smile drop and turn to face the front. He looked at the lunchbox in front of him. You usually didn’t cook. It was mainly sandwiches or snacks.

He didn’t notice the numerous bandages on your hand.

Day 2

You greeted him again at the lockers. Wonwoo was particularly moody that morning.

“Hi won, did you eat breakfast?” you asked him

“You’re not in the position to ask. Stop being so extra. Seriously just get a life.” He spit out coldly.

You were taken aback. Of course you knew he didn’t like you but he never said anything verbally before.

Wonwoo saw you flinch slightly and for a second he felt guilty. You looked so scared. but to his surprise you smiled brightly at him and replied with an “Okay”

Day 3 

“Yah wonwoo, why don’t we prank Y/n” one of the girls asked him 

Wonwoo glanced away not liking the sound of it

“You can invite her to a movie and just stand her up. You know like sending a message? She likes you but after this she might just stay away finally” One of the other girls said

Now Wonwoo was interested.

“Just tell her to meet you tomorrow at the entrance of the movie theatre because you have a free ticket”

Wonwoo knew it was a shit move but it might actually make you stay away and stop bothering him

“Fine” shooeing away all the other people before tapping your shoulder.

“Y/n” You smiled excitedly since this was one of the few times he wanted to initiate a small conversation. Wonwoo on the other hand wanted to scrunch his face in disgust at how desperate you looked.

“i have two free tickets to a movie. So tomorrow at 5? outside the theatre?” You bobbed your head up and down.

Wonwoo almost felt bad at how much you were looking forwards to going out with him and even wanted to tell you the truth

But he clenched his fists and put on a small fake smile

This would be his chance to finally get rid of you

Day 4

You greeted Wonwoo per usual.

“So wonwoo, what are we going to watch later?” You waited for his answer as you stood beside his locker

“oh uh” Wonwoo hesitated for a while, “We can decide later”

Luckily for him, the bell rang and the both of you had to return to class.

After school, you rushed back home and found the perfect outfit for the movie.

You took about two hours to find the perfect outfit and reach the theatre on time.

You kept glancing at the watch on your wrist. It was nearly 30 minutes after five and there was no sign of Wonwoo anywhere. However, you never left and continued waiting in case he came late

About 8.10 pm, Wonwoo passed by the theatre towards the library to get some new books. That was when he saw you. The library was opposit the theatre thus it gave him a good view of you

and you wouldn’t be able to spot and follow him

You were blowing into your palms and dressed in an adorable flowery dress. It was getting closer with each hour.

Wonwoo’s glanced at his clock. she’s been waiting her for 5 hours?

He felt bad. He knew how bad of an idea this was but he had never meant to take it that far

But maybe after this she might really leave, won’t she?

He clenched his fists and bit his lip from walking over and telling her the truth

Day 5

As wonwoo took his first few steps into school he mentally thought to himself, in 5, 4, 3, 2,1 and the leech is back.

But he was taken aback when he didn’t hear your cheery voice greeting him good morning. Maybe at the lockers? He convinced himself.

Wonwoo got all of his stuff ready, and prepared himself for your cheery voice greeting him good morning. But as he closed his locker and turned around to where you usually stood, there was no sign of you.

Wonwoo hesitated. Why didn’t he feel happy that you weren’t there anymore?

Why did he feel so empty? like he missed seeing you beside him everyday.

He shook his head and walked to class. Maybe she forgot to catch the train?

Day 8

it’s been 3 days and there was absolutely no sign of you.

Wonwoo twirled his pen around in his hand and stared at the seat infront of him, chin on his hand. Usually he would be able to stare at your hair whenever he was bored, and sure sometimes he’d roll his eyes at how annoying you were.

But now, he sort of missed you.

Wonwoo missed how you would greet him at the lockers in the morning. How you would prepare or buy him lunch. How you always make sure to refill his bottle before and after physical class so that he has enough water to drink.

He couldn’t help but feel the intense guilt from standing you up that day

“Class before we end today’s lesson” the teacher said while packing up his books.

Wonwoo looked up, “Unfortunately, our classmate, Y/n met with a terrible car accident 4 days ago near the theatre. Thus, she’s isn’t going to be able to attend school for a while.”

Wonwoo’s breathing stopped

4 days ago. Near the theatre

He was right there. Watching her wait for him.

The guilt in his chest spread even more. He could’ve done something. Told her the truth. Not fking stand her up?

You’ve done so much for him, and even though he thought you were a nuisance, treated you badly your smile never faltered. You looked out for him unconditionally

Always made sure he was okay before you took care of yourself.

“Once she is allowed visitors” The teacher continued. “i would need a volunteer to pass her school materials and teach her some of the homework”

Wonwoo raised his hand immediately.

Day 11

Wonwoo heard the beeping of the machines wherever he walked in the hospital.

In his hands were your homework over the past one week that you haven’t attended school and a bouquet of flowers. The teacher had informed him your condition had improved greatly over the one week and that he was allowed to visit her.

Finally.

Wonwoo missed you. So damn much. He actually visited your hospital everyday hoping you would be walking downstairs and he would just wait there for a few hours before returning home.

He wasn’t able to catch one sight of you. This was probably how you felt when he stood you up.

Wonwoo finally found your room. He inhaled and exhaled to stop himself for being so nervous. Knocking twice, he heard your soft voice saying it was okay to come in.

He saw you lying on the bed. A book in your hands, your hair in a bun and wearing reading glasses.

You were shocked to the bones. Your parents informed you that the teacher had sent a volunteer to pass you the stuff you missed out in but never in the whole world would you have expected Wonwoo. With flowers as well.

He probably was forced into this.

“Wonwoo, you can just put those down here and leave. I’m sure you were forced into doing this. Thank you” you said gently.

Wonwoo shook his head and sat down on the chair beside you after closing the door

“No”

You tilted your head in confusion. Why wouldn’t he want to leave?

“you’ve always cared for me” Wonwoo spoke

“Greeting me, wishing me a good day, buying or making me lunch, refilling my bottle and even writing down my notes when i fall asleep in class” his voice got less steady with each sentence.

“I’ve never treated you nicely. Always brushed you away, thought you were a nuisance. When you’re the one person who cared for me like no one else.” He looked down. “You always smile at me even if i treat you badly”

You hesitantly took your hand and combed it through his hair, the whole time looking at Wonwoo if he was comfortable with it. But he only nuzzled closer to your palm

“That day, when i invited you to the movies. They asked me to prank you, and thinking selfishly that you would stop bothering me after that, i-i just stood you up”

He took your hands into his. Loving the way it fit perfectly in his palms.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m sorry for not seeing how great you were. For judging your actions and for not caring for you sooner. i got you into this car accident. If i went to the theatre, maybe things would’ve been different. You wouldn’t have had to go through so much pain. All because of me” By now, Wonwoo’s eyes were filled with tears and they fell steadily.

You didn’t say anything, just shifted closer to him and brushed away his tears before smiling brightly at him. “Wonwoo, i forgive you. i’ll always look out for you, you know that. Unconditionally”

Wonwoo felt his heart rate pick up

Day 15

Over the days, you were significantly getting better. Wonwoo visited every single day and brought you snacks that you like. After getting closer this few days, Wonwoo was able to see how great of a person you are.

One day, he was coming into the hospital when he saw you with the children in the reading corner. You read them a book and made sure everyone was engaged. The way you smiled at them, made Wonwoo feel so proud of your kindness.

He would usually see you pushing older residents through the garden and talking to them.

He realised how much he missed of you. How you deserved that much kindness and humility back.

Wonwoo came into your hospital room that one time and you fell asleep waiting for him. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful that Wonwoo couldn’t help but raise his hand and brush away your stray hair before staring at you.

He left a peck on your forehead.

Day 18

You were finally being discharged. The doctors ran some tests and made sure you were completely healed but still had to avoid some physical activities in school.

The whole day the two of you ran to the children’s room and the older residents’s room, handing out snacks and flowers, wishing for their quick recovery.

Everyone hugged you before you left, thanking you for spending time with them.

With the promise that you would return and visit them, you left the hospital, hand in hand with Wonwoo.

Your parents were busy, thus they thanked Wonwoo for helping to see you home.

Wonwoo saw the big smile on your face and finally got up the courage, “So y/n”

you faced him and hummed.

“i was wondering, if, if you know we could come visit them together?” He said, hand in the nape of his neck.

You nodded quickly, happy that he wanted to spend more time with you. You couldn’t contain your excitement and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

Wonwoo carefully twirled you around and chuckled. “and, maybe afterwards, i could really bring you to the movies?”

You nodded, hands on his neck and his on your waist.

“I fell in love with you Y/n L/n, now it’s my turn to take care of you. Unconditionally”

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[pitubea1910]

Those days

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 1k

Warning: fluff 

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Note: it’s not my best work at all but I was on my period and came up with this. I wanted to share it with you so I hope you like it :) Please share!

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You didn’t sign up for this.

It just didn’t come in the contract you signed when you were born. Yeah, you were up for hangovers, headaches, anything… but when had you signed up to be a bloody mess every single month for half of your life?

It sucked. Being on your period sucked in every single way possible. Especially, the first few days of that long ass week. All you wanted to do was staying in bed, eating all the sugary food in the world, watching rom-coms all day and cuddled up in Tom’s arms. Of course, that last part was impossible when he was busy filming.

Going to Atlanta with him while he filmed the second Spider-Man movie had been a great decision. You both had had a really hard time when you had to be away when he was away for so long to make the last Avengers movie. Back then, you had only been dating for a few months and even if he wasn’t gone for too long since he wasn’t that much in the movie, it was the longest months of your life.

It all was different this time. You were together in Atlanta, living in the apartment he had rented for the time you were going to be living there. It had only been three weeks, but you had never been happier. At least until you bloody friend decided to join the party.

“What can I do?” Tom asked at six in the morning when you had left the bed to take some painkillers for the cramps.

“Nothing”, you sighed, cuddling up to him when you went back to bed.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing way that had you sleeping in no time. He didn’t really go back to sleep since he had to be on set in less than two hours, but he spent all the time he could hugging you, trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.

Tom knew how bad your periods were since he had been through many of them with you in the year and a half you had been together, but he had never been with you during a whole day, let alone a whole period. It was the first time he saw how bad your cramps were, how moody you were and how terrible it was for you. It made him feel so useless.

“Babe…” he whispered an hour later when his alarm went off and you stirred a bit. “I have to get up.”

“Already?” You whispered back, not opening your eyes.

“Yes”, he said after placing a kiss on your head. “I’m so sorry”. He added.

“Don’t worry”, you said and kissed his bare chest softly. “When will you be back?” You asked opening your eyes a little to look at him.

“I don’t know”, he honestly said. “As soon as possible, but…”

“But you’re Spider-Man”, you sighed. “I know, don’t worry”, you said.

“You’re okay?” He asked.

You nodded with your eyes back closed. He knew you weren’t okay, that you were only saying so to make him feel better, which wasn’t working at all. But he couldn’t stay home, it didn’t matter how much he wanted to. Yet, it took him all his strength to pull himself from you and get out of bed.

He took a quick shower and a quick breakfast, since he always had time to eat some more on set. Before leaving, he went back to the room where you had fallen back asleep. With a small smile, he went back to the kitchen to take a page from the notebook where you used to write the grocery lists and wrote a quick note for you. Then, he walked into the room and put it on his pillow before kissing your hair softly, trying not to wake you up, and finally walked out of the apartment. He was already late.

***

It was 9.30 a.m. when you woke up again. Taking the painkiller had been a big help and it had allowed you to rest for a couple of hours at least, but you still didn’t feel like leaving your bed. Usually, you would do your morning routine and some studying before going to set to have lunch with Tom and spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with him there, but not today.

You rolled over to his side of the bed to bury your face in his pillow, which still had his scent, and smiled a little. It was then when you touched a piece of paper you hadn’t seen. With a curious frown on your forehead, you took it and smiled as you recognised Tom’s handwriting.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible with chocolates and enough candy to feed a country for a year. I love you so much, babe. Tom.”

He really was the sweetest guy you had ever met. You took the phone from your bedside table and texted him: just got up and I’m already craving those candies. Love you xx.” You knew he wasn’t going to text back right away since he was busy filming, so you forced yourself to get out of the bed to take a shower.

***

“You’re distracted today”, Zendaya told Tom once they had finished filming a scene.

Tom had got to set that morning with his mind on you and he hadn’t been able to focus completely on the movie, which was causing a bit of delay. Usually he would pull himself together and do his job, but he felt awful for leaving you alone.

“Yeah, everything okay?” Harrison asked coming over to give him some water, like he used to do when they finished a scene.

“Yeah”, he nodded. “Do you have my phone?”

“Yeah”, Harrison said before giving him the device.

Tom unlocked it to see the text you had sent him a while ago. He smiled a little and texted back immediately. At least, it looked like you were feeling a bit better. Although it was really impossible to know from a simple text.

“Tom, we know you” Zendaya said, her arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s…” Tom sighed and locked his phone. “It’s just that (Y/N) is not feeling well today and I feel bad leaving her alone”, he finally explained.

“What’s wrong?” Harrison asked with a frown. “She was okay yesterday when I left your apartment.”

“She’s on her period”, Tom said with a shrug. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“To be honest, there’s not much you can do”, Harrison said. Tom glared at him. “Don’t look at me like that. You have to work!”

“Actually…” Zendaya said with a look that meant she was coming up with some idea. “You could try and do something.”

“What?” Tom asked.

“Why don’t you talk to Jon and ask for a day off?” She said.

“He won’t give it to me. I play Peter, I’m in almost every scene”, Tom said.

“Do you have anything to lose? It’s not like you’re yourself anyway”, Zendaya shrugged. “Just ask him. The worst-case scenario, you have to stay. But if he says yes, you can go back to (Y/N).”

***

Just like you had imagined, you had spent the whole morning in bed with Netflix on TV. You had almost finished the fifth season of Friends when you got up to go to the bathroom. It didn’t matter if you hadn’t done anything, you still felt exhausted, but it was how you always felt on these days. It was like you had ran the New York marathon without leaving the bed.

Of course, the fact that you had to spend the day alone didn’t help. You would never hold it against Tom. You knew it was impossible for him to stay home, but you missed him so much you wished he was there.

When you left the bathroom, you went to the kitchen to make yourself some tea. It would always relieve some of the cramps. Of course, taking a painkiller would be more effective, but you had already taken one that morning, so you didn’t want to take another one just yet. A tea would have to make it.

As you waited for the water to boil, you looked out of the window. It was a bright sunny day there in Atlanta, not as hot as Tom had told you it could be, but it was still pretty warm. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Tom in the suit. He would be boiling. With a smile, you took your phone from the counter to text him, but you stopped when you heard the door of the apartment opening.

Your face probably was worth taking a photo when you saw Tom walking in with a full plastic bag on his hand. He closed the door, left the keys on the counter next to it and turned to walk straight to the room where he probably thought you were. Instead, he saw you on the kitchen, looking at him like you had just seen a ghost.

“Surprise!” He said with a big smile.

“What?” You mumbled, making him laugh.

He walked over to the kitchen and left the bag on the counter. Then, he turned off the kettle, which was already boiling but you had obviously forgotten about it.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked.

“I asked Jon if I could have a day off to be with you”, he simply said.

“But… I, I don’t understand”, you said.

With a smile, he got closer to you and wrapped both arms around your waist before kissing your forehead. Then, he told you about what had happened on set, about how distracted he was, his conversation with Zendaya and Harrison and how he had ended up asking Jon for a day off to be with you.

“He didn’t really like the idea, to be honest”, he then said. “But it turns out that Zendaya can be quite persuasive if you ask me.”

“And… so, you’re going to spend the day here? With me?” You asked.

“And I didn’t come alone”, he said pulling away from you, which only increased your confusion.

Tom took the bag he had previously set on the counter and started taking all kind of candy from it. Oreos, gummy bears, pop-tarts, ice cream, cupcakes, chocolates. Indeed, it could feed you for a whole month with what he had bought.

“Everything for my best girl”, he said when you asked him why he had brought all that. “Now… choose a rom-com while I make popcorns.”

“Stupid, Crazy Love?” You asked.

“I knew it”, he winked. You smiled widely and were about to go to the room when he grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you back to him. “I love you”, he said looking down at you.

“I love you too”, you smiled widely before kissing him. “But Ryan Gosling awaits”, you said against his lips and walked quickly towards the room, making Tom laugh.

“When you think of Gosling, think of who brough you Oreos!” He exclaimed.

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"I need a hug" with Jason?

I WAS HOPING TO GET A JASON REQUEST I LOVE WRITING SOFT JASON <333. And just Jason in general. I bully him so much because I love him <3

Warning for mentions of self harm

"Jason?" Alice called out as she knocked on the door to the toymaker's room. "Jason, you in there?" She called again. Neither her nor any of the other Zalgo minions had seen Jason all day, which was odd. Normally, he'd be up bright and early, making breakfast for them all before disappearing into his room until dinner. At first, she had assumed he was off on a mission. Zalgo often assigned tasks to him at the last minute, forcing him to leave without a chance to say goodbye. Not that he ever really cared enough to say goodbye to anyone, except maybe Alice of course. 

But the thing was, it couldn't be that. Because Jason always, always, made himself a cup of coffee or tea before going on a mission. It was a ritual for him, and he refused to go off without one. But this morning, there was no empty mug sitting by the sink waiting to be washed. So obviously he hadn't gone anywhere.

"Want me to stick my head through the door?" Zero, Alice's not-so-imaginary friend asked above her. She looked up to where Zero was floating. She shook her head. 

"No, that'd be rude." Alice replied softly. Jason liked his privacy, and she wanted to respect that. She knocked again, a bit louder this time. "Jason?"

"Hold on." Zero held up her hand, and put her ear to the door. "He's comin'."

As if on cue, the door swung open. Zero yelped in surprise as her ghostly body fell towards. Apparently the laws of physics had suddenly started applying to her. She fell straight through Jason, who had opened the door just enough to poke his head out.

"Oh, Alice." He murmured, smiling at her nervously. "Did you need something?"

Alice stared at him for a moment. To put it bluntly…Jason looked like shit. Dark circles under his eyes, messy hair and red, puffy eyes, like he'd been crying. His face was blotchy and red. It was unlike Jason to look so unkempt. He always put at least a little bit of effort into his appearance. Not a lot, but at least a bit.

"Jason-" Alice frowned at him. "Are you okay? You don't look too good." 

The toymaker glanced aside quickly, his eyes becoming a couple shades greener. "No, no, I'm fine." He responded quickly. 

"He's really not okay." Zero said, sticking her head through the door. Alice looked up at her. Zero seemed worried, glancing from Jason to Alice, then Jason again. "You need to look in here. I dunno what's happened but he's definitely not okay."

Alice looked at Jason and forced a smile, like nothing was wrong. "Could I come in?" She asked as politely as possible. Panic flickered over Jason's face. 

"Uh- no."

"Why not?"

"It's um- it's messy in here. I need to clean."

Alice frowned. Jason was usually good at lying, and the fact that he felt the need to lie in the first place made her even more suspicious. "Jason-" she pushed against the door. "I know something's wrong. You know you can tell me, right?"

Jason's nervous, fidgety expression dropped and he glared down at her, suddenly cold. "Just leave me be." He growled. "I'm fine."

"Jason-" she reached up to him, not noticing that Jason's eyes had turned a bright green colour. 

"I said leave me be!" He snapped before slamming the door in her face. Alice stumbled back in surprise. She stared at the door, taken aback. 

"Well that didn't work…" Zero murmured as she floated back to her host. Alice stared at the door silently. "Want me to try?" Zero asked. She looked up at her.

"Alright...I guess he might listen to you." 

Zero nodded, and suddenly things went black for Alice. When her sight returned a few moments later, she was floating above her own body, which was now in Zero's control. 

Zero cracked her neck and strode over to the door. She knocked on it. "Jason!" She called out. 

"I told you to leave me alone!" The moody toymaker yelled from behind the door. 

"Aw cmon man, we wanna help you!"

"I don't WANT help!" Jason yelled again. His yelling was followed by a loud thump against the door, like he'd thrown something.

"Alright that's it." Zero stepped away from the door.

"Wait-" Alice said before Zero ran at the door and kicked it full force. Her foot went straight through it, rather than knocking it off its hinges like she'd planned. 

"Fuck-!" She yanked her leg back out of the door and stumbled back. She reached through the hole she'd made in the door and managed to grab the door handle from the inside. She undid the turn lock and opened the door. 

‘’Oh my god…’’

Inside Jason’s room was...well, a mess. It was dark inside, and the place was in complete dissaray. All the furniture was knocked over, tossed across the room, or ripped in some capacity. Even his beloved toys were thrown around wildly. The carpet, even, was ripped up in places. ‘’What...happened in here?’’ Zero mumbled. Alice floated around quickly, taking in the full extent of the damages. 

‘’Where is he?’’ Alice asked, looking around. That was a good point- there was no sign of Jason. At all. Zero slowly walked around the room, glancing around for any sign of the red-headed toymaker. ‘’Zero!’’ Alice called. Zero turned to her. She was floating over the pillow fort where Mr Glutton, Jason’s beloved pet, slept. It was collapsed. Just a pile of pillows and blankets.

Slowly, Zero reached over and pulled off a blanket. She froze, spotting a tuft of red hidden amongst the pillows. She heard a quiet gasp of surprise. Zero pulled a second blanket away and moved a couple pillows until she found Jason, lying amongst the pillows and other blankets, curled up into a ball around a large plush rabbit, hugging it tightly. Slowly, he turned his head to Zero. He was trembling. 

"Z-Zero?" He asked. 

"Jason…" she looked around the trashed room in concern. "What happened in here? Are you okay?"

Jason frowned sadly. The expression reminded them both of a child. A sad, scared child lost from his mother. "I…" he glanced aside. "...I got...mad…"

"Why?" Zero reached over and placed her hand on Jason's shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

"I don't know." He mumbled, turning away and curling up again. "I just get...angry…sometimes." As he spoke he sounded almost...ashamed.

"He did all of this?" Alice murmured. She looked horrified. 

"I broke things, didn't I?" Jason mumbled, not looking at them. He squeezed the rabbit in his arms. 

"Hey, it's okay." Zero reached over, pulling hair out of Jason's eyes. "We can fix it. Me and Alice can help."

He looked at them, silent. Zero held out a hand to him. "We can start with fixing up the fort. I'm sure Mr Glutton would like that, right?"

Jason slowly sat up and looked at Zero's hand. He didn't take it, instead curling up his knees and hugging the rabbit tightly once more. He looked down at his shoes instead. Zero frowned. 

"Is something wrong?"

"Mr Glutton doesn't want to be around me right now." Jason said softly. "He's hiding."

Zero's expression dropped. Mr Glutton? Not eagerly curling around Jason for affection? That wasn't like him at all. Something was definitely very, very wrong. She glanced at Alice. "Find him." She mouthed to the ghostly girl. Alice nodded and floated away quickly. Zero looked back at Jason. 

"Do you want tea?" She asked gently. Jason glanced at her for a moment.

"I...have a box of peppermint tea somewhere." He answered after a few seconds of silence. Zero smiled. She knew tea would get through to him. She stood up and walked over to the small kitchen area in the corner of his room. The only thing that looked undamaged was the fridge, and his kettle had been knocked over. Zero picked it up from the puddle it was resting in and set it upright. The cord for it looked to be intact. She filled the kettle up with water and flicked it on. She looked through the cabinets, which were either dented or had doors hanging off their hinges. A couple had deep scratch marks in them. Zero frowned. Had Jason really done all of this? And he couldn't even provide a reason for it...

Eventually, she found the tea he'd requested. The box was surprisingly undamaged, save for a couple dents. She quickly made two mugs of tea, making sure Jason's mug was much, much stronger than hers. He probably needed it. She quickly walked back over to the toymaker, who was still sitting amongst the pillows, and crouched down. 

"...thank you…" he mumbled as he took his mug of tea. He took a sip and seemed to relax a bit. Zero looked at him in concern. 

"Did you get hurt?" She asked, eyeing a few bruises and scratches she hadn't actually noticed before. Jason tensed.

"I-I wasn't trying to…" he murmured, his fingers tracing gently against a long scratch on his arm. "At least- not this time…"

"You...try to hurt yourself?" Zero asked slowly. Jason nodded, looking...ashamed. 

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. Zero shook her head.

"Don't apologize for that. You don't have to." She put down her tea. "I'll get you some bandages, okay?" She tilted her head at him, smiling. Jason looked- surprised. Like he wasn't expecting her to actually care about his injuries. 

Zero stood up, patted the toymaker's head a couple times, then walked off towards his bathroom. The bathroom was small, but thankfully undamaged, save for some scratch marks on the mirror. Zero paused and glanced into the tub. There were tufts of red hair in the basin along with- ...red...stains...Zero gulped and turned away, quickly grabbing band-aids and antiseptic wipes from the medicine cabinet. She stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. 

"Zero!" Alice called from across the room. The girl was floating above the tv stand that was very much missing a tv. Slipping the things she'd grabbed into her pockets, Zero walked over to her quickly, with Jason watching her movements. "I found Mr Glutton- he looks scared though."

Zero crouched down and looked under the tv stand. Sure enough, Mr Glutton was curled up underneath it, shaking slightly. The stuffed snake whined loudly as it spotted Zero and tried to slither away. 

"Shhhhh," Zero reached out, petting Mr Glutton gently. "It's okay, it's just me." She grabbed the stuffed snake, pulling him into her lap. He whined and curled around her quickly, squeezing her while making distressed noises. ‘’It's okay, Zero's here, calm down." she cooed. She always thought it was weird how loving and affectionate Jason was towards the plush snake, but here she was comforting it the exact same way he did.

Zero walked over to where Jason was and crouched down. Jason looked almost- guilty, as he looked at Mr Glutton. He reached out for the plush snake. 

"C'mere…" he mumbled gently. Mr Glutton slithered off of Zero and curled up around Jason, who smiled weakly. He hugged the snake, petting it lovingly. "I'm sorry I scared you." He murmured to it. Zero smiled a bit. She pulled out the band-aids she'd grabbed and looked at Jason.

"Now, do you wanna let me fix up your cuts?" She asked. Jason looked at her and hesitated. 

"Can-" he paused. "Can Alice do it?"

Zero was a little surprised at the request but- if that's what he wanted, sure. She looked over at Alice, who gave her a nod. It went dark for a second, and Zero found herself floating above their shared body again.

"Alice?" Jason asked.

"Mhm." Alice nodded, now in control of the body Zero had occupied moments before. "You wanted me to patch you up, right?"

"Yes I-" he glanced away. "You're...more soft-spoken. It's- it's comforting."

Alice smiled a bit. "Awe-" she softened. "Well I'm glad you're comfortable around me," she opened the package of antiseptic wipes. "This is gonna sting a bit, okay?"

Jason gave a small nod and held out his arm. Several scratches and bruises covered it, along with dried blood. Alice calmly wiped at the cuts, gently shushing the toymaker when he whimpered at the stinging sensation. She wiped at the cuts on his other arm, and the couple that were on his hips, abdomen and legs. Once every cut was cleaned up she stuck a bandaid on each one. She smiled at him.

"There, all done."

"Already?" Jason looked surprised. "I thought there'd be more…" he murmured, blinking at the band-aids on his arm.

Alice chuckled nervously. "Well let's be glad there isn't." She said. Jason smiled a bit.

"Right." He dropped his arm. "Getting hurt is bad.’’ Alice nodded. She tilted her head at him. 

"Do you...wanna tell me what happened?" 

Jason shrugged, looking away. "I get angry sometimes." He mumbled. "I just- felt overwhelmed and started…breaking things to try and feel- normal…"

"Jason…" both Alice and Zero frowned sadly. "Does this happen...often…?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah…"

"Oh, Jason…" Alice's voice was soft now, tender and caring. "You know...you could come to us if you feel bad again."

Jason blinked in surprise, looking at the two of them. "...really?" He asked, his voice was soft, like he didn't quite believe what he'd heard. 

"Really." Alice said with a nod. "Anything you need we can do."

‘’Anything…?’’

Alice nodded. Jason looked at her, then away again. He curled up, hugging his knees. He murmured something. Alice arched a brow and tilted her head. ‘’Hm?’’

‘’...I need a hug.’’ the toymaker finally mumbled out, not looking at her or Zero. Alice broke into a smile and laughed softly.

‘’Aw, Jason...’’ she moved over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her for a tight hug. ‘’You big softie! Of course I can hug you.’’ she said with a laugh. Jason grumbled something to himself. He moved a bit, wrapping his arms around the girl. He rested his head on her shoulder, relaxing in her arms. He squeezed her tightly, holding her against him. Alice didn’t speak, just waited until Jason felt relaxed and reassured. Eventually his grip on her loosened a bit.

‘’...thank you....’’ he mumbled softly. Alice hummed.

‘’Anything for you.’’ she patted his back a couple times and he reluctantly let her go. Alice reached over and grabbed his hands, squeezing them reassuringly. She tilted her head. ‘’How about you get cleaned up and we go out for breakfast? Would that perk you up?’’ she asked with a smile. Excitement flickered over his face for a moment and he nodded. 

‘’Yeah I-’’ he smiled gently. ‘’I think it would…’’

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I Am Not Jealous!

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Setting: Takes place in Goblet of Fire - twins are in their sixth year, reader’s fourth

Prompt: The reader gets jealous when another girl flirts with George

Request: Hi hi! I absolutely love your writing. I was wondering if you can do numbers 3 and 6 with George Weasley where the reader is Ron's age and yeah

A/N: Hi Love, thanks so much for your support! I hope you like this ♥

Word Count: 1304

Warnings: A little angsty

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It wasn’t very often at all that you got jealous. More often than not, Fred and George tended to hangout with each other more than other people. They had friends of course, but you knew all of them.

According to Ron, apparently this girl named Angelina had taken a liking to George. Being that you were two years younger than the twins, you didn’t have any classes with them, so you weren’t able to see how Angelina and George interacted in class - if they did at all.

You tried not to let it bother you that some girl liked your boyfriend. It was normal - he’s a wonderful guy, it’s no surprise that other girls would take a liking to him. For the rest of the day, your insecurities flooded your head. Angelina was an older girl, surely prettier and could give more to George than you... You found yourself growing more agitated as the day went on, the lack of George’s presence looming over you.

Finally, the next tournament was being held today and you joined the others around the docks to watch the Champions get ready. You bid Harry good luck alongside Ginny, worried about the disappearance of Ron and Hermione. George was nowhere to be found either, minutes before it was set to begin, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was hanging out with that girl.

“Cedric!” You shout, making your way over to the older boy. You weren’t exactly friends, but dangerous events like this made you want to say something encouraging to him. He turns and smiles when he meets your eye, a few people between you guys. “Good luck!” You shout over the crowd of people, holding a thumb up to him. He raises his own hand in a thumbs up over the people before turning back around when Dumbledore began speaking.

You followed Ginny to somewhere slightly less crowded to watch, searching for her brothers in the process. “Where the bloody hell is everyone?” You mumble. Eventually, you spot a tall red head making its way through the crowd and recognize it to be Fred. “Finally! Exactly where have you been? Where’s George and Ron?” Ginny demands, sounding a lot like her mother. Fred raises his hands in defense and laughs at his little sister.

“Georgie was just behind me... Dunno where Ron is. With Harry?” Fred asks, making Ginny smack his arm.

“Harry’s in the tournament, dummy!” She shouts. You finally spot George making his way through the crowd toward you guys, his red mop of hair easy to spot over all the other people.

“There are loads of people out!” He shouts, slapping his brother on the back when he gets over.

“Have you seen Ron or Hermione?” Ginny demands. George shoots you a lopsided smile before shrugging at his sister.

“No. They’re not with Harry?” He asks, making you giggle under your breath. Sometimes they were very oblivious.

“Bloody hell! Harry’s in the tournament! How would they be with him?” She shouts angrily.

“I’m sure they’ll turn up, Ginny.” You assure your friend, getting shoved by some students in front of you as everyone begins clapping and the horn blows. You turn in time to see all the Champions dive into the water - Harry more or less being shoved. An arm over your shoulder distracts you and you glance up to see George hooting and hollering along everyone else.

“Where’ve you guys been?” You ask once the noise dies down. George looks down at you and shrugs, leaning into you with his arm secure around your shoulders.

“Moody gave us detention for giving Shamus Puking Pedestals. The lad blew chunks all over his desk, it was golden.” He laughs at his own story, rubbing his thumb over your arm. You are about to comment when you spot what looks like blood on his other hand. You are quick to lift up his right hand and examine it, looking for injury.

“What happened to your hand?!” You shout. There isn’t a lot of blood, just a little over his fingers and palm.

“What? Oh, ew. I guess I got her blood on me.” He explains, removing his arm from your shoulder and moistening his left fingers with spit, trying to wipe away the dried blood.

“Whose blood is that?” You demand, utterly confused.

“Angelina Johnson’s. She cut her leg on one of those big rocks, I helped her clean it up.” He shrugs, continuing to try to wipe the stained blood from his hand, not looking at you as he focuses - missing your face dropping. So he was with her.

You don’t respond, crossing your arms over your chest as you absently watch him, your mind racing as you try to swallow your temper.

“Ew, mate. You got her blood on ya?” Fred asks, watching his brother from his right side.

“Yeah, bloody hell this is spelled on me or something!” He groans, giving up and dropping his hands. He finally looks back over at you and takes notice of your sour face. “What’s wrong?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

“Nothing.” You mutter, looking out into the lake for any signs of your friends.

“George!” You hear a female voice shout, catching your attention. You look up in time to see none other than Angelina Johnson waving over at George from a few people away. You roll your eyes as Fred and George wave back at her, his attention stolen away from you once again.

“So you’re friends now?” You ask, thankful that she did not come over to you guys.

“Hmm? I guess so, don’t know her well. Why?” George asks, looking back down at you. “What’s with the glum face?”

“Nothin,” You repeat, unwilling to confess that you were jealous of the older girl.

“I think she’s jealous, Georgie.” Fred comments, getting a shove in the ribs from Ginny at his remark.

George studies your face before breaking out into a grin.

“You’re jealous?” He presses.

“I am not!” You shout, a little harsher than necessary.

“Aww you are! Why, Love?” He asks, tossing his arm back over your shoulder. The people in front of you move away slightly, probably annoyed with all your talking.

“I am not jealous, George.” You mumble, crossing your arms further into your chest. He pulls you closer into his arm and laughs.

“Okay, okay. Are you not jealous because I hung out with her?” He asks. You shoot him a glare before huffing.

“You know she likes you right?” You demand, finally meeting his eye.

“No way!” Fred exclaims, shoving his twin’s other shoulder. George shoots a look at his brother before returning his gaze to you.

“Who told you that?” He questions, actually becoming serious for a moment.

“Ron. He overheard her talking telling Cho.” You explain dryly.

“Oh... Well, so? I don’t fancy her.” He shrugs, acting bored. “I got you.” He smiles. Your heart lurches slightly and your cheeks heat up.

“You sure? She’s really pretty-” You start, but George raises his hand, stopping you with a dramatic serious look.

“None of that! I only fancy you, Y/N. You’re stuck with me!” He exclaims, lowering himself slightly to your level and placing a bunch of kisses all over your face, finishing with a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a child.” You tease, grinning up at your dorky boyfriend, wrapping your arm around his torso and leaning into him.

“That’s why ya love me!” He giggles, ruffling your hair lightly. Fred pretends to gag and Ginny smiles over at you from the other side of Fred. Clapping erupts around you as Viktor resurfaces, losing his shark face as he brings Hermione up onto the dock. “So that’s where she was!” Ginny exclaims. Leave it to that trio to get into trouble.

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Jacob/ Zhang Peng Astrology: How he loves

A/N Oh hey it me bringing you another request. I have a few left in the queue so sorry if it takes me a couple days, thank you all for your requests!! Thanks so much for understanding!!

“Because your break downs are amazing, could you do a lover breakdown of Jacob from VAV? I know his chart has some great things in there! Thanks boo 😘" - @dotheddaengthing 

I got you !!  As always, 18+ below the cut!

I’m triggered and I haven’t even started the damn chart 

first I’d like to note his chart has a really pretty balance to it

there is a poetic, 3,2,3,2 to his element split also that I find really interesting. 

fire and air, considered “active” or positive Yang  elements. he has 2 of each

and the earth and fire, considered “passive” Negative Yin elements he has 3 of each

he has SO MANY cardinal placements so there are a few conclusions we can draw from this

FIRST OFF 

cardinal signs are known for being the embodiment of that element. He has Aries, Libra, Capricorn AND Cancer... meaning all 3 of the Cardinal signs make an appearance in his chart

that is really interesting to me.because the heavier emphasis on passive elements suggests an easy going reasonable personality and the active elements being not far behind but still lesser indicates he isn’t lazy or a doormat

and with that many cardinal placements, more than one of each, he is likely a really level headed person who is excellent at inciting action within himself

let’s talk details

his rising is Scorpio  we have talked about this rising Scorpios get your shit together

he is going to seem mysterious and interesting to people

you are going to have to PRY info out of him if you want more than a few tidbits and jokes

Scorpios don’t like to seem ‘weak’ and emotional  those words are not synonymous and water represents emotion im sorry scorpios accept you are a soft bitch deep down

he will likely rely on sarcasm in the beginning and being a Virgo won’t tamp down that impulse, he may come off as cold and unfeeling 

so if you’re trying to boo him up and he’s standing off more with you than others it’s probably because those walls are up in defense

Virgo sun

meticulous and clean, cautious and deep thinking

analyze analyze analyze

also Virgos get so hung up on details they’ll forget really simple concepts 

someone help him he is confused

this would be 1000% worse if his moon weren't the CARDINAL of  emotional feelings, Cancer

so he will second guess himself

it’ll be hard to get him to not be hard on himself

Virgos  are picky and savage but also incredibly mistrusting and self defeating

so outside is “I’m cool and have it together” and inside it’s 

“Can they tell I really like them omg stop it be like Elsa conceal don’t feel”

let it go, bro 

Cancer moon is going to win out in the end

if he likes you he will constantly be doing things for you

combining Virgo's detail oriented traits and Cancer’s incredible empathy means he knows you better than you know you

expect a confession of his to be right out of  your personal dreams

he is confident in what you need and he is willing to give it to you 

yaaaas girl get you that emotional support what a fricken dream

where can i get one

on the flip side you have to be very gentle with him they bruise easily

the tiniest thoughtless word will bounce around in his head for weeks he is fragile pls

in relationships he will probably be afraid to go past general flirtation

with confusion and teasing and you will have whiplash cause he will go from being nice and taking care of you to kind of stand offish and cold 

THANKS SCORPIO

So you’ll get some kind of long friendship where he likes  you so much but he can't Express it so he just kinda gets irritable or shy every time you're around

And if you confront him he'll blurt out the reason "I'm mad because I really like you!!! And you don't understand that I do and I'm scared! "

 And you'll be like 👀👀👀👀 You do???

And he's like *shy baby mode activate*

He might just like walk away embarrassed  if you don't put him at ease

Pls help this bb he is so shy

But once you do he will calm downAnd his instincts  will kick in

And it’s all "where's your jacket? Tch. Just take mine or whatever" (Its cause he wants to stake his claim do not believe him)

Mercury in Libra

literally one of the best signs for communicators

I am not just saying that as a Libra

for real, it’s in the scales

everything from a libra is like

“Well if you look at it from this perspective....”

it’s really hard to have a real fight with a Libra because fairness is the game

he will however be self sacrificing if it’s to avoid conflict and you might have to call to make drs appointments  and stuff cause they really don’t like to bother people

Venus in Cancer.... oh boy

so we know about cancer venus by now

emotional. thoughtful,supportive relationships

they don’t date casually in general because anything that doesn’t hit them on a soul deep level isn’t worth their time

so think affection wise this is putting the tips of his fingers in  your furthest pocket while he’s got you tucked into his side

talking quietly to you about the universe and his dreams

its cute

probably loves to snuggle and watch movies together

and probably will cry but if you say something he will say he didn’t

mars in Cancer 

sorry this means moody AF i don’t make the rules

cancers have a way of shifting moods 

so their drive to situations will fluctuate

you may have to be really supportive when he is being negative and when he is positive  again he will definitely make it up to you

relationships are give and take!!

18+ below get yo freak on if you legal

someone collect him seriously .

let’s get nasty

you know we start with that DAMN VENUS 

cause WHY IS IT CANCER SO MUCH

Cancer Venus's are a danger to genitalia everywhere 

I am actually ready to fight the next Cancer venus I see 

Controlling, jealous, and affectionate

combine this with virgo and cancer moon and you get a very, very strict, but very, very affectionate and soft daddy.

listen

what the hell

so this means he will probably be the type to stare deeply into your eyes, body looming over you, long powerful drags in and out that force the air from your lungs

RIP YOUR VAG

toy play?

yeah, toy play

Vibrators when you are bad 

probably aggressive, but in like,  a romantic way

when he beats your cervix to a pulp  makes love to you, he will mutter how much he loves you into your neck

soft wet whispers kissed into your skin

i imagine he’s like a biter but in the gentle way

more like nips all the way down your body in a playful way with his hands stretching over your waist

sensual emotional and possessive all at once

but sometimes 

if you make that cancer jealous

look out because the FULL possessive side will jump right out

marking and asking you who you belong to

goes emotionally soft for a moment if you beg

maybe nicknames in the sheets ?

remember possessive so there’s some indication he would want to leave you with something that only he could give you 

I am also thinking that he is the type to get you to cum multiple times

like if he is going to cum once you are getting at least 2

wants to make it so his touch is burned into your skin 

a poem of your heartbeat tattooed against your ribs 

your soft noises ringing in his ears

it’s his favorite soundtrack

aftercare is gonna be based on that Libra north node I think

so like. 

you are glued to him and not going anywhere. probably keeps a shirt under the bed to clean up the mess but he wants you skin to skin

if you must get up and walk around he wants you in one of his shirts with undies and nothing else

loves the sight of you wrapped in him

please I am on soft hours now how 

be good to this man cause he is a rough outside and soft inside 

he needs support and love and cuddles

A/N    okay! !

 I feel like i should make the disclaimer that this is my own analysis  based on the amount of info we have. could some of the chart be off (rising and moon can be affected by time of day) yeah. 

but this is for entertainment purposes and I am just messing around for fun, I know I state everything like fact but ... It’s for shits and giggles and I don’t want to write “maybe” and “probably” and put a disclaimer on every single thing. It’s all subjective and unsure. I hope no one is too upset by all that I am doing my best.

anyway I hope you enjoyed

I have a couple of requests left I am working on both thank you for your patience and I hope you stick around! I don’t mind having them in the queue if anyone wants to send anymore !!

#jacob vav #vav #kpop astrology #kpop #astrology asks #requested #zhang peng #vav jacob #jacob vav smut #vav smut #please I know I am a mess bear with me

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Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER ELEVEN (Ben Hardy x OC)

Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while. 

DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write.

So sorry for the long ass wait! I went through a rut and real life became too much, and I finally got the chance to continue today. I got to school two weeks ago, so a lot is happening.

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR, CHAPTER FIVE, CHAPTER SIX, CHAPTER SEVEN, CHAPTER EIGHT, CHAPTER NINE, CHAPTER TEN

Triggers: none that I noticed

~

FACECLAIMS:

Kelly Gale as Lily Anne Mercury

Sira P. Kante as Ezichi Adebayo

Erika Linder as Bronwyn Ryan-Hughes

Bree Kish as Madigan Ryan-Hughes

Sonakshi Sinha as Anusha Laghari

~

Lily has been feeling exceptionally nauseous and moody these past few days, and now she knows why since it is typical for the second month of pregnancy to be the time morning sickness, food aversion, and a host of other unsavory symptoms to arrive. This particular morning, she awakens from her slumber and runs to her en suite bathroom, vomiting up last night’s Indian food. She groans as Katie opens the door and comes inside.

“I guess I should say congratulations, Lily,” Katie says, getting her a glass of water.

Lily groans and gargles before weakly spitting into the toilet and flushing it. She presses her cheek to the cold toilet seat and smiles at her assistant. “Thank you, Katie. I appreciate it.”

“Can I get you anything to eat before today’s rehearsal? Any tea? You shouldn’t drink coffee while pregnant.”

Lily sits up slowly and sighs. “I’ll take a chocolate croissant and an earl grey tea with two sugars. Buy yourself something to eat as well, love. Whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“But--”

Lily waves dismissively. “I know, I know. You’re not a charity case, my dear. Just let me treat you this once, please. It’s the last day of the tour and you’ve been a trooper.”

Katie sighs. “Of course, Lily. I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”

When Katie leaves, Lily gets out of the bathroom and flops into bed, curling up under the plush comforter. Her phone buzzes, and she picks it up to see that Ben is trying to FaceTime her. She presses the accept button and smiles weakly at him.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He asks, looking concerned. “You look pale.”

She sighs, moving to a more comfortable position. “I had my first bout of morning sickness just five minutes ago. It was disgusting.”

Ben nods, looking down before meeting her eyes again. “But… doesn’t morning sickness mean the child is healthy?”

She nods, smiling. “Yep. Little Baby Jones is developing as he or she should.”

Ben smiles, letting out a little laugh. “Little Baby Jones?”

She grins. “Do you like that? The band came up with it and I thought it sounded lovely.”

Ben nods, running a hand through his hair. “Little Baby Jones. I love it.”

Ryan Reynolds comes up behind Ben and grins into the camera. “Hi. Sorry to intrude, but congratulations, you two!”

Ben is on set for reshoots today, just for a few scenes with Ryan. 

Lily grins. “Thank you, Ryan. How’s Blake’s pregnancy going?”

Ryan shrugs. “Just like the last two. She’s a bit mad at me right now because the kid won’t stop kicking, but she’ll get over it.”

Ben laughs and looks to Lily. “Surely you won’t blame me for when Little Baby Jones kicks.” He looks fearful. “Right?”

Lily purses her lips. “I’ll be very hormonal. Don’t hold your breath, Hardy.”

Ben nods and Ryan claps him on the shoulder. “It’ll be alright. Just change all the diapers the first week after she gives birth and she won’t be angry anymore.”

Lily smiles. “I like that idea! Very clever, Ryan.” She smiles at Ben. “I’ll let you two go now. Break a leg!”

Ben smiles at her when Ryan leaves to go to his trailer. “I love you, Lil. See you tonight.”

She smiles back at him. “I love you too, Ben. I can’t wait to get home.”

~

Lily yawns, exhausted as she exits the car and walks back to her home. She holds her travel pillow in one hand and has her backpack in the other, and shuffles through the door to see a fresh vase of roses and lilies with a handmade sign in Ben’s handwriting, saying “Welcome home, Lily!” She smiles sleepily and crouches down as Reykja and Frankie jump on her to kiss her, wearing new collars that have bow ties on them. She scratches their heads as the security detail puts her suitcases in the foyer, and closes her eyes, holding the pups in her arms, moving to sit on the ground.

“I missed you too, babies. Mama has gifts for both of you, don’t worry.” She kisses the pups and smiles.

The security detail leaves and locks the door behind them, and she hears a welcome voice as she opens her eyes.

“Do you like their bow ties? I thought you’d appreciate it,” Ben says, leaning against the wall of the foyer wearing gray sweats and a loose blue sweater.

Lily looks up at him, nodding. “I do appreciate it. They’re ready for the Met Gala.”

Ben laughs and helps her up before hugging her tightly. Lily breathes in the scent of his cologne, her face pressed up against his sweater, and relishes in his warmth. His hand travels to her back, fingers splayed against the oversized sweater that was once his, and he closes his eyes.

“I missed you,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Same here,” she replies. “It’s lonely at night without you next to me. You’re my favorite pillow.”

He smiles, looking down at her. “I just washed the sheets and am ready to be a human pillow.”

She looks up with a tired smile. “How’d I ever get so lucky?”

He gives her a peck before pulling away from her to bring up her backpack. “You earned me, and I earned you, somehow.”

She scoffs. “You would be a gift to anyone, Ben. I’m the lucky one in this relationship.”

Ben looks at her and raises a brow. “What did I say about you putting yourself down?”

She purses her lips. “That I shouldn’t do it and you love me?”

He kisses her forehead. “That’s right.”

They go upstairs to their bedroom, and Ben smiles as Lily flops face-first onto the bed, the dogs jumping up to lick her face. He shoos the dogs away, and helps her roll onto her back, positioning her to lay on her pillow. Frankie and Reykja sniff the air before moving to lick Lily’s stomach, and she smiles at the sight.

“They know,” she says, scratching their heads. “You two will have a little sibling to protect. Isn’t that exciting?”

The pups snuggle into her stomach protectively, and Lily smiles at Ben, who moves them to the foot of the bed in order to cover her with the duvet and curl up around her, one hand resting on her stomach. She places her own hand over his and closes her eyes.

“When should we tell everyone the news?” Ben asks, kissing her shoulder.

Lily shrugs. “I think at the party in two days. It would be a good surprise for everyone, and we wouldn’t have to make the announcement more than twice.”

Ben nods, holding her closer. “We should visit my parents to tell them about the baby.”

She turns around, fear in her eyes. “I’ve only ever FaceTimed with you and your parents, and the first time I meet them you’re just going to drop the ball that I’m pregnant?”

Ben nods slowly. “I mean, is there any other way to do it at this point? We shouldn’t wait any longer.”

She sighs, closing her eyes. “What if they don't like me and think I tried to trap you in a relationship with this child?”

Ben shakes his head, kissing her forehead. “They don’t think that, Lily. They trust my judgment, and if I thought we weren’t going to stay together for a good long time, I would have asked you to reconsider if you wanted the baby or not.”

She raises a brow. “A good long time? Is that your way of saying forever?”

Ben takes a moment before nodding. “I guess so. I really hope you feel the same way because you’re never getting rid of me.”

She smiles and pulls him down for a kiss. “You’re the best annoyance I could ever have.”

He kisses her and laughs, curling up next to her contently.

~

Lily twists the ring on her finger nervously as Ben drives them over to his parents’ house two hours away in Bournemouth. They’re thirty minutes away, and Lily has bought onesies for her baby’s grandparents to tell them the news.

Ben looks over at his nervous girlfriend and puts a hand on hers, prompting her to look over at him. She holds his hand, and he brings it to his mouth, kissing it gently.

“Everything will be okay, love. I promise you that they will be happy and supportive,” he reassures her.

She smiles at him weakly. “I hope so. I want your parents to like me. I know they’ll like their grandchild, because Little Baby Jones is half you. I’m not worried about that. Hopefully them liking the baby will make them like me, since I’m making the baby.”

Ben lets out a little laugh. “You’re overthinking it, love.”

She sighs deeply and nods. “I know. Sorry.”

Ben smiles and as they hit a red light, leans over to kiss her cheek. “They’ll love you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

She smiles at Ben as he begins driving again. “How are you feeling about all this?”

Ben takes a deep breath. “I’m excited. My mum can’t wait to meet you, and my dad is happy that I found someone who loves me just as much as I love them. They already like you. I think they’ll be shocked and happy about Little Baby Jones, but ultimately, supportive.”

She nods. “Even if they aren’t, I’m betting on Roger crying tomorrow when he finds out, and that will fill me with joy.”

Ben lets out a huff of laughter. “We’re videoing their reactions, right? I feel like we should.”

She nods. “Definitely. We should make home videos for Little Baby Jones. Freddie did it for me while he was still alive. Jim kept it up, but his camera work was shoddier than Freddie’s.”

Ben smiles, imagining his child grow up, and being able to show them videos of themselves as a baby. It’s so cute he almost cries. He kisses Lily’s hand.

“We should look for good cameras online and get one as soon as possible,” he tells her, and she grins at him, kissing his cheek.

~

Ben rings the doorbell with one hand and holds Lily’s hand in the other, squeezing it as he hears his mother run towards the door, calling out to his father to turn off the television and greet his son. The door opens and Lily is faced with a short woman with blonde hair and Ben’s eyes, and a smile that could light up a dark room. She gasps as she sees Lily and brings her in for a hug, and Lily is surprised, but reciprocates the gesture.

“Oh, Lily! It’s so nice to meet you in person!” She pulls away, pushing some hair out of Lily’s face. “I’ve heard so much about you from Ben. You’re even more beautiful than he described you to be.”

Lily smiles at a flushed Ben whose eyes are very interested in the ground and turns back to Ben’s mom. “I certainly hope he only told you the good things about me. The tabloids will tell you the rest.”

Ben’s mom turns to her son and pulls him down, kissing his cheek. “Oh, he adores you, Lily. He’s never been so excited to tell me that he got a girlfriend.”

Lily grins, and watches as Ben hugs his mom. The woman waves them inside, and as Lily enters the humble home, her boyfriend is embraced by his father, who has the exact same nose as him, and even though he’s turning gray, she can still see some brown curls. 

After hugging his son, Ben’s dad turns his attention to Lily and smiles. “Finally Ben brings you over! He’s been talking about you for months.” He hugs Lily and pats her on the back.

“I’m sorry it took this long to meet you! It’s just been hectic for me, work-wise,” Lily replies, smiling at the man.

Ben’s dad nods. “You just got back from a huge tour, didn’t you?”

Lily nods. “Yep! A huge North American tour. It was exhausting but amazing.”

Ben’s mom leads them to the dinner table and they sit down to eat a homecooked meal.

~

After a hearty dinner and a wonderful conversation that has brought Ben’s parents and Lily closer together, Ben squeezes Lily’s hand. She looks over at him and raises a brow.

“Do you want to give them their gifts now?” He asks.

She nods, and watches as he hands over the presents to his confused parents.

Ben’s mom frowns. “What is this? You didn’t have to bring us presents.”

Ben gestures to the bags. “Open it and you’ll see.”

The parents open the bags at the same time and pull out the onesies, going quiet in shock. Ben’s mom looks like she’s about to cry, and his dad’s jaw has dropped and won’t come back up.

Lily takes a deep breath. “The reason this visit was on such short notice is that I wanted you two to meet me before our relationship progressed and the press found out I’m pregnant. I realize everything has moved very fast, but I promise you that my feelings for your son will not fizzle out. We spent so long waiting for the right time to confess that we wasted ten months on useless pining, and even though this baby came rather quickly--”

“Was it planned?” Ben’s mom asks, looking at Lily.

Ben shakes his head. “Not at all. You know I wouldn’t decide to have a child with someone just a few months into dating them. We were careful, but this happened, and we decided that we should keep the baby.”

His mom smiles, wiping away tears. “How far along are you?”

Lily smiles at her. “I’m about two months along. I don’t know exactly how old Little Baby Jones is, but based on my symptoms and the timing of things, that’s my guess.”

Ben’s dad clears his throat and wipes away tears. “I’ll need to see if they make baby-sized rugby jerseys.”

Ben looks over at his parents. “You’re not mad or shocked?”

Ben’s mom shakes her head. “Oh, we’re shocked, alright. But mad? Love, you found the perfect woman for you and now you’re making a family with her. How could we possibly be mad about that?”

Ben’s dad looks over at Lily and smiles. “You’re an amazing person, Lily. It is an honor to have you become a part of our family.”

Lily smiles and nods. “I’m glad that I can be a part of it.”

Ben’s mom gasps. “Oh!”

Ben turns to face his mother. “What is it, mum?”

She grins. “The baby will be here for Christmas! Oh my lord, my little grandbaby will be able to be a part of the Christmas celebration!”

Ben’s dad nods and looks at the young couple across from him. “If you two feel up to driving over for Christmas, please do. The whole extended family will be here, and they’ve been waiting for Ben to settle down with a nice woman and have a child. We all have. Little did we know that we’d be sharing the grandparent title with Freddie Mercury.”

Lily laughs. “We’re going to tell Brian and Roger and the rest of the BoRhap cast tomorrow about the baby. My bandmates already know because they helped me get the tests on the road.” She grins. “I was planning on having Brian and Roger also be grandparents for this baby.”

Ben’s dad leans back, smiling and holding the onesie. “Never thought I’d meet Queen, and now they’re gonna be part of my family.”

Ben’s mom smiles fondly at Ben and Lily. “This is amazing news, you two. Congratulations. You’ll be amazing parents.” She bashfully looks down. “However, if you need a weekend off, we will gladly take the little one and babysit them for you two.”

Ben lets out a laugh and wraps an arm around Lily’s shoulders. “We’ll be sure to take you up on that offer.”

On the car ride home, Lily smiles and holds Ben’s hand, her other on her stomach. She’s so happy that his parents like her, and even happier that they cannot wait to meet their grandchild. 

~

The next day, Lily sets up a camera in a houseplant, and Ben makes sure all the gift bags are properly labeled and prepared. They’re getting food delivered since they’re all too tired to even think about cooking, and the Taylors and Mays are joining the band and the BoRhap boys for the get-together.

Lily is wearing a loose top with a pair of jeans, and looks at herself in the mirror, her bump barely visible. She can still tell it’s there, though. Ben walks in the room and sees her examining herself and smiles at her.

“You’re barely showing, Lily,” he says.

She sighs, looking in the mirror. “I know, but with the rumors I need to be extra cautious. People will already be suspicious and this looks like a bit more than bloating.”

He walks over and places his hand on her stomach, kissing her forehead. “It’ll all be okay. We’ll be fine.”

She closes her eyes and leans into his touch, smiling. “Thanks, Ben.”

Ben pulls her into a hug. “You’re welcome, Lil.”

~

The party is in full swing, and Lily smiles as Ben comes back into the room with a bottle of beer, sitting next to her on the loveseat and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Joe sits with Anusha across from them, and Gwil is next to Lucy on another couch. Rami is making himself and her cocktails. Bron and Madi are picking up the food they’ve ordered, and Roger and Brian and their respective wives have just arrived.

They’re discussing the tour and the funny shenanigans that went on during their time on the bus, and when Roger pitches in with stories of Freddie and himself taking care of a drunken Brian during their early tour days. Brian immediately turns red, but Lily and the band prompt Roger to talk more, and they are all enthralled by the stories the older man has to articulate.

Of course, when Bron gets into the shenanigans Room 301 got into on tour, she pointedly avoids telling them the best one.

~

After a filling dinner and wonderful conversation, Lily looks over at Ben and he passes out the gift bags to everyone. She smiles as her friends and family examine the bags.

“As thanks to all of you for being such good companions, Ben and I bought these gifts for you. I think you’ll love them, and I’m very excited for you all to see what they are.” She looks at Ben before pressing her lips together. “You can open them now if you want.”

As the gift bags are opened, the reactions begin to make their appearance.

Joe’s face is reminiscent of a child’s at Christmas. He pulls out the onesie and gasps, a smile spreading across his face. Anusha pulls her onesie out and her jaw drops as she looks at Lily, who’s leaning back in the loveseat, a smile on her face.

“I knew it!” Joe exclaims, standing up and laughing.

Anusha is still staring at her friend. “You really wanted to lock him down in this relationship, didn’t you, Lily?”

Lily laughs and looks over to see Gwil, Rami, and Lucy digesting the information. Lucy looks over at her and a smile spreads across her face before she hugs her tightly, letting out a squeal.

Rami is still speechless, but Gwil gets up and hugs Ben tightly.

“Congratulations, Ben. Congratulations to both of you! This is amazing, really. Unexpected, but wonderful!” Gwil hugs Lily as well, and she smiles.

Rami nods, smiling. “This is a great gift, guys. I’m so glad I get to be a part of your baby’s life.”

Lily squeezes Ben’s hand, and he speaks up.

“I know this is kind of sudden, but we’re really happy about it. I can’t wait to be a father. I feel even better about this because I know Little Baby Jones will have a wonderful support system.”

Lily looks at Roger and Brian, who are still looking at their onesies in awe. Roger’s fingers shake, and Sarina holds his hand. Anita is wiping away tears. 

Brian smiles and nods approvingly. “Little Baby Jones can come to the animal sanctuary as often as they’d like.”

Anita nods. “We will gladly babysit.”

Sarina rubs Roger’s back, tears in her eyes. “We have more than enough children to keep the baby occupied if you need a break.”

Roger finally speaks up, letting out a laugh. “Fucking finally!”

Ben blinks, confused. “Huh?”

Roger huffs. “I have five kids. Five. A few of them are older than Lily. Do they have kids of their own? Of course not!” He shakes his head. “I’ve been waiting for my first grandchild for years now, and for the child to come from you and Lily— who finally got her shit together and admitted that she liked you—“

“Blame me like that again and you won’t be Little Baby Jones’ grandfather,” Lily threatens, raising a brow.

Roger raises his hands in surrender. “All I want to say is that I’m very excited to have a new child to corrupt. Especially since you two are such a good couple and I’ve wanted you two to date from the day you met.”

Lily hugs Roger and after they part, he hugs Ben tightly, whispering something to him that makes him smile.

Brian hugs Lily, sobbing into her shoulder. She comforts him, smiling. Anita comforts her husband as he pulls away, rubbing his eyes. Lily squeezes Brian’s hand.

“I-I’m so happy. Pardon the tears, please. It’s just... you deserve this, both of you. A child is the best gift you could possibly receive. You two will be amazing parents, I know it.”

Lily smiles as Ben comes up to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders.

Roger speaks up, grinning. “Enough tears! We need to celebrate! Where’s the champagne?”

Lily laughs and sits back on the couch when Ben goes to find the champagne. She leans into Roger, smiling.

“I’m so proud of you, love,” he whispers to her, kissing her forehead. “You chose a good man.”

She smiles up at him. “I couldn’t have done that without you.”

He ruffles her hair as Ben, Ezichi, and Gwil come back with champagne glasses and sparkling seltzer for Lily. 

After they toast, Joe gasps and everyone turns to face him.

“What’s up, mate?” Ben asks.

Joe grins. “Can you imagine how cute that kid is gonna be? I don’t think we properly spent time thinking about how gorgeous a baby with Ben’s eyes and Lily’s hair would be.”

Lily nods. “That’s what I want. A tan baby with dark hair and green eyes.”

A few hours later, they’re looking at pictures of babies on Pinterest and grinning.

“Lily, Little Baby Jones could be a model!” Anusha exclaims. 

Lily leans against Ben’s chest, smiling as their friends gush over the child yet to come.

~

Later that night, Lily posts a picture of her ultrasound on Instagram with the caption, “Little Baby Jones, coming December 2020!”

She wakes up to enthusiastic comments and a phone call from her Aunt Kash. She sits up in bed and smiles as Ben holds onto her in sleep, one hand firmly on her stomach. The pups sleep at her feet, guarding her unborn baby from any harm.

“Hello?” She whispers. “We need to be quiet, Auntie. Ben is still sleeping, as are the pups.”

Ben shifts in his sleep, cuddling further into Lily. She places one hand onto his head, running her hands through the curls growing out from the haircut he’s just had.

Kashmira lets out a little laugh. “I’ll try, but it will be hard. I’m just so happy, Lily! You deserve this and will be an amazing parent.”

Lily smiles. “Thank you, Auntie. I’m excited. Ben will be a great dad, I just know it.”

Ben lets out a little puff of air and groans, adjusting himself to be even further on top of Lily.

Kash lets out a shaky breath and Lily can tell she’s smiling. “I’m just so happy. We need to get together and go shopping for the baby. You’re going to be the best mother, and that child will be— there’s no way you’ll produce an ugly child, not with yours and Ben’s genetics.”

“He is quite the beauty, isn’t he?” Lily says, smiling down at her man.

“Quite. I’ll let you get back to him, but I just wanted to tell you that I’m so happy and proud.” 

“Alright. Thank you for calling, Auntie. Come over soon and we can have dinner,” Lily says, smiling.

“Of course! We’ll set a date. I love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

Lily hangs up and puts down her phone, looking down at Ben, who opens his eyes and blinks sleepily, yawning and nuzzling into her stomach.

“Mm... who was that?” He mumbles, eyes shut.

“My Aunt Kash. She was congratulating us on Little Baby Jones,” Lily says, running a hand through his hair.

He smiles up at Lily, eyes heavy. “I have a name for the baby.”

She raises a brow. “What is it?”

Ben rolls over and yawns again. “Taylor May.”

Lily nods, smiling gently. “Brian and Roger would love that.”

Ben looks up at Lily. “Would you?”

Lily thinks for a moment. “Taylor May Jones. That’s a solid name. Not to effeminate. Not too masculine. I like it. Taylor would also work for a boy. I think we should keep it in consideration.”

Ben smiles and nods. “Alright. I’m okay with that.”

Lily leans back against her pillows. “You want a girl, don’t you?”

Ben closes his eyes. “I’d be perfectly happy with either.”

She lets out a little laugh as he dozes off again.

He definitely wants a girl. 

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[dongiovannaswife]

Lena, I have a pretty interesting request to ask! How about a scenario where bruno's team after betraying the boss, encounters another team who betrayed the boss, so thinking they were the enemy they fight each other, but then they realize that they have the same goal as bruno's gang and they team up! Sorry if this is a bit complicated.

Here’s the list of stand user´s @lurkerdoesheadcanons helped me with, aside from the prompt, that's also theirs! Thank you for giving me the chance to write something like this, working with you was a pleasure! Hope I did it justice, I'm not that glad with the overcome. 

Romeo Due. 

Stand: The Narrow way (by Pink Floyd); it can transfer its user body parts (or hold body) or objects through crack in pavement, dirt and other stuff that can contain cracks or fissures in them, he can choose to hide in them or go to the other side of the crack.

Fondutta Due.

Stand: Beast of Burden (by The Rolling Stones); once it punches someone, it will force them to remember bad memories (I.E Traumatic experiences from their childhood) Once remembered, the punches will do significantly more damage, if punched again the same effect will take place, thus taking more damage from the punches.

Uva. 

Stand: Killing in The Name (by Rage Against The Machine); She can whisper any command onto an object and that object will do that command, example, track down a person, she will whisper the command to an object and it will begin to track down that person.

Frittata.

Stand: Born To Be Alive (by Patrick Hernandez); any damage done onto her will be transferred to the next item that she touches, for example, getting shot, transfer it to a table or stairs.

Collective Consciousness

“Buccellati, something’s wrong.” 

Bruno looks around, his eyes reflecting the buildings around them, careful looking for signs of enemies or possible gang members. But he doesn’t find anything suspicious.

Before Bruno can answer Mista joins the conversation, leaning a bit to see Narancia, the boy distracted watching something in his radar, his brow furrowed and worry clear on the way his eyes shift from the point and its pulsations.  “Are you okay, Narancia? Did the last battle hurt your eyes?” 

The voice that answers isn't Narancia's, it doesn't belong to any of them. “No one will be okay after this.” 

Bruno stands as Sticky Fingers appears besides him, his fists ready to fight. However, the voice doesn't speak again, the air thick with tension and adrenaline. 

But the chaos starts when something hits Giorno, throwing him in the water with no chance of grabbing in the boat. Narancia screams trying to reach Giorno, who seems in another place as his body sinks in the water, his radar long gone as he throws himself in the water, catching Giorno and swimming back at the boat, were Bruno helps them back.

“Giorno!” screams Bruno when he sees the scared expression in the blond, “Hey, talk to me!” 

But the only answer is a command, the voice of a woman behind them. 

“Sink.” The boat starts sinking at a dangerous pace, with Abbacchio trying to find the source and his Moody Blues tracking the enemy, the person his stand follows seems to be in one of the restaurants, far from the canal they are. “That's the enemy, Buccellati!” 

Narancia, who's supporting one of Giorno's arms on his shoulders looks questioningly at the newly capo —and traitor— and Bruno, catching his sight, doesn't refrain from giving an order, clear and fast. “Mista, get her! Stop the boat from sinking!” 

Mista's Sex Pistols climb in the barrel, each one screaming commands and words of encouragement. The gunslinger aims, fast and precise and pulls the trigger; number one, three and five striking the target, who doesn't react when the three bullets reach her leg, stomach and chest. The bullets hit the target, but the woman doesn't fall, doesn't drop death like many enemy's have done before —and Mista starts panicking, not really understanding what's happening.— The boat keeps sinking and Giorno is starting to tremble. Mista can see clearly how the woman touches a table and his bullets hit the wood; one could expect her to bleed, but she's not. She's still standing like nothing happened. The smirk on her lips angers Mista, who shots again but the bullets, even if they land on her again, don't seem to have effect. 

“Well, I shall end your suffering.” The voice from before, the one belonging to a man speaks again and the boat stops sinking just for a man to come out from one of the cracks in the wood, his yellow eyes reflecting pure mischievousness.

His smirk disappears when Sticky Fingers lands a punch on his jaw, hard enough to make him land on the same restaurant the other woman is, still observing and calculating.

The boat starts sinking again and Bruno commands after seeing Giorno trashing, barely making Narancia fall, Giovanna's expression shifting to one of horror to pain, out of the calm and serious face he's always showing and despite not knowing what's happening, Bruno knows that it's something bad. “Mista, shoot the motor, we need to get out of here and this boat isn't sure anymore!” Mista nods, quickly aiming at the motor and pulling the trigger, the explosion makes them fall in the opposite side of the two enemy’s, who are already looking at them. 

Once in front of them, Bruno starts monologuing internally; "I thought they were part of the Unità Speciale... but they don't seem like they are, they don't work like this."

Abbacchio gestures with his head at something for Bruno to look at and it brings him out of his thoughts; looking back after checking on his men, Bruno sees the rest of the rival team. Two boys, two girls. It's clear that the two boys are twins. The girls are far from each other, as if guarding.

One of the girls takes one of the bullets the other girl reflected and whispers something on it; the sound it makes while cutting the air leaves a ringing on Abbacchio´s ears and his blood soaking the floor instantly as he kneels, the bullet biting the flesh of his leg.

Clenching his jaw as Sticky Fingers sets a zipper on the floor, Bruno gets in.

One of the boys sees how Bruno appears besides them as his stand punches him for the second time, starting a fight. 

Mista, seeing his capo acting like that and knowing that they have two members invalidated to fight, rises his gun and stands besides Narancia, who's trying to defend Giorno and Abbachio. However, before he could tell Narancia his plan, a stand lands a second punch on Giorno’s head and he reacts with a gasp; a mix between pain and something he can’t tell. Giorno acts like a child having a nightmare; like he's daydreaming, but in the wrong side.

“Okay, that's it!” screams Mista and, with the stand coming back to one of the boys, he doesn't refrain from shooting five times; a bullet on each kneecap, another on his feet and the fifth on his shoulder. The boy falls, unable to fight.

Giorno wakes up with a gasp and a startled expression, his eyes red and his lip trembling. He seems lost, almost like his body is here, but his mind is not. 

The battle continues however, Narancia rising to his feet and aiming at one of the girls, who's whispering something to another bullet: Aerosmith presents itself doing a flip in the air and then, shooting her until she falls, still alive, but injured. 

Bruno, even with his stand being fast and strong as it is, misses the opportunity to hit the man who's presented himself as Romeo; however, the voice of a woman interrupts the battle.

She's sitting at the table, calmly sipping wine as she watches the battle. Even in her position, Bruno can tell she's tense at the sight of her team falling one by one; Bruno knows that feeling from the previous battles. But mercy isn’t an option, not against an enemy so violent and strong. “Why did the boss sent you, Buccellati?” her hair is black and her eyes almost white; however, Bruno can feel her eyes piercing his soul, but the mafioso isn't nervous. He doesn't have to show weaknesses in front of his enemy's or everything would be lost. 

“We don't work for the boss anymore.” 

The statement makes the enemy team look at each other, their eyebrows arched. Frittata, the black haired girl, and leader of the team, rises her hand as a <<calm down>> signal, her team stops the gushing as she shoots back. 

“And how do I know you’re saying the truth, Buccellati? The boss could easily order you to fake being a traitor so you could have us and kill us, obviously without talking about the torture part.” 

Bruno, with his ocean eyes fixed on hers with a dangerous yet calm glance, answers without batting an eye.

“The boss wouldn’t send us mainly because of his elite team is already here, they're looking for us.”

“And what about the hitman team?” 

“We both know what happened with them years ago; they betrayed the boss too but we’ve been taking care of them. They are actually, all dead. The only one we haven´t fought against is their leader Risotto Nero.” 

The silence makes an awkward feeling settle until Narancia screams. “So we are on the same boat and we were killing each other!”

Frittata arches her brow, looking at Bruno for an explanation. 

Bruno shakes his head yes, signaling to the tortoise at Giorno’s side. “The boss wanted us to bring her daughter to kill her with his own hands.” 

“… And you left that take over you, Buccellati? You can't live out of feelings and expectations, you can't always do the right thing; not in the underworld.” 

“We have…” he says turning back to Giorno, who's kneeling and looking at his hands, still lost. “We have more plans.” 

Frittata nods and stands, sauntering to him. “And what are those plans? If we are on the same boat, as the boy said, we might as well know what are we standing for.” 

Bruno frowns, “Your team must retract their stand powers from my men first.” 

Frittata laughs, a bittersweet laugh from the back of her throat; intentionally high pitched, intended to sound fake and sarcastic. “What do you mean? Two of my members are injured because of your cowboy and the pilot.” 

Bruno doesn't change his expression when he points with his chin at Giorno. “He can heal them but he needs to be on his mind, not looking like he’s trying to control a new body.” 

Frittata looks at Giorno, suspecting something from him and looking at her team, she nods and the stands disappear. 

“Now,” Frittata says turning back to Bruno. “do we know how the boss looks?” 

#lurkerdoesheadcanons #sfw #bruno's gang #jjba vento aureo #no s/o #jojo no kimyō na bōken #scenario

[gayfanservice]

Hello once again! ୧(﹒︠ᴗ﹒︡)୨

How are you??

I'm here to request something else for the fairytale event! ｡◕‿◕｡

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So I thought I would request something that has to do with magic and all if that's ok.

Sorry if some parts don't make sense, I'm trying not to write so much for my requests haha.

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iwaizumi x y/n

So y/n comes from a wealthy background. He was always held to standards and always had to follow rules. One rule was that he wasn't allowed to practice magic.

When he was around 7 his mother died (you can choose the reason why.) The day before she died though, y/n went to visit her and she gave y/n a golden key. Y/n thought nothing about it. He would always have the key on him, it was like a comfort item to him.

Years pass by and his relationship with his father got really bad. After the death of his mother, y/n was held to a much higher standard. One day he was called to his dad's office to discuss something. His dad told y/n how he arranged y/n to marry his dad's business partner. (He doesn't need a name but if you would like you can name him)

Of course, y/n refused. After that y/n made the decision to run away, so he did.

It has been a year since he has run away. During that year he wanted to practice magic but no one would teach him. One day he was in the library and be stumbled upon this book, "The Zodiac Keys". The book talks about how there are 12 zodiac keys. These keys allow the user to summon celestial spirits.What are Celestial Spirit? Celestial Spirits are magical beings from their own separate universe, the Celestial Spirit World. Some Mages, called Celestial Spirit Mages due to their specialization in Celestial Spirit Magic, are able to summon Spirits by opening their Gates via the use of Celestial Spirit Gate Keys. These Keys are separated into two classes: the more common Silver Keys and the extremely rare Gold Keys. Keys for Celestial Spirits are counted in Units (collectively without regard of Gold or Silver), and a Celestial Spirit Mage is noted by how many Units they have obtained. All Celestial Spirits are each named after a different astronomical constellation/ the zodiac signs.

Y/n was dumbstruck, he has been holding one of these keys for most of his life. Aquarius "The Water Bearer". Aquarius uses Water Magic as her primary source of combat. Using her Magic, she is able to control water through her urn to hit opponents with great force, usually done via giant waves of water or through variations of beam attacks. She is a powerful Celestial Spirit.

Y/n quickly left the library, he needed to test if everything he read was true. He ran to a fountain and placed the key inside of the water as the book said thats how you summon Aquarius. Soon he said the words that were needed: "open gates of The Water Bearer, Aquarius!" Soon the key started to glow and a spirit appeared. He backed up from shock, he finally was able to use magic. The spirit wasn't the kindest, she was Moody and ill-tempered. The spirit soon disappears, y/n I soon hears a noise behind him. It was iwaizumi. He states the he was really impressed with what y/n has done and asked for y/n to join his guild. Y/n didnt know what to do, should he join.? Y/n soon saw the guild mark on iwaizumi's hand. Y/n ways wanted to join that guild so of course he accepted.

It has been another year since y/n has joined. Him and iwaizumi have gotten close during the year. He help y/n optain 9 more celestial keys.

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I based this off one of my favorite animes called Fairytail.

I highly recommend it if you haven't watched it before. If you end up actually watching it just beware. It is a bit boring at the start but the more you watch it the more better it gets.

I based y/n off one of the characters named Lucy Heartfilia.

I was going to base iwaizumi on another character name Natsu Dragneel. But I thought it would be a bit pointless.

I put a lot of information in my request. You dont need to add it, I just wrote parts as some background info

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This isn’t an attack on you, so please don’t take it as one!

Sorry but I actually don’t like Fairytale, and I’m just going to go ahead and say it:

This is still really long, and I get some people want specific things but please try to keep it short. I get overwhelmed very easily and getting requests like this makes it hard to write them out. I get some of it is background information but it’s still way too long. Just a heads up for next time!

#serviceanswers #serviceannouncement

[grootiez]

The Joys of Raising a Teenaged Groot- Chapter 8: Communication

Nebula cautiously approaches Groot’s room. The teenager’s bedroom door was closed as a sign to the other Guardians that he did not want to be disturbed.

“Groot?” Nebula softly knocks as she whispers against the door that was adorned with various posters of rock bands, graffiti that Groot drew on there himself, (even though all it said was “I am Groot” in different ways), and a tiny sign of Bob Ross in the middle of the door that said “A Happy Little Tree lives here.” There was loud music coming from the other side of the door, even though Rocket just revoked his music privileges because of the attitude Groot gave the other Guardians as soon as he walked through the front door the day that he was arrested.

Inside, Nebula saw that Groot was successful in sawing off the wrought iron bars that were on his window to prevent him from sneaking out of the house. She was almost rendered deaf by the loudness of the music that Groot had on his stereo. The music was some mashup of hard rock, heavy metal, Emo, gothic, and some sort of punk rock all rolled up into one.

Groot’s latest project wasn’t his homework, no, as he already told Rocket that he’d already finished it while he was in detention today. Nebula walked over to where the teenager threw his backpack unceremoniously. She then opened it up to discover that Groot’s textbooks were virtually untouched and his notebooks where he was supposed to write his homework on were clean with no pencil marks on it. Groot was more interested in cutting something as  Nebula heard a sawing noise coming from his bed that he was sitting on.

Nebula tapped her nephew’s shoulder. “Hey.” Groot jumped, startled by his aunt as she sat next to him. “What’cha doing?” She pretended to show an interest in Groot’s life.

“I am Groot.” Groot said as he hid something underneath his pillow.

Nebula tried to hide her frustration with trying to talk to a moody teenager that can only say three words. “Okay, I don’t know what you mean by that, but-.” Her frustrations become visible. “Ugh, I don’t know what you want!” She yelled at him before she regained her composure and said calmly. “Can you write down what you’re thinking to me?”

Groot glared at his aunt. He always feels insulted when anyone asks him to communicate his thoughts in any other way instead of just using his voice. Rocket understands him, why not everyone else?

Even though he’s enrolled at the most prestigious school in Xandar, he’s forced by the administrators and teachers to use a special communication device that is activated by him pressing various buttons that represent different words on a computer-like machine whenever he wants to talk to anyone or answer any questions in class. This is the main reason why his grades have been falling in school. Class participation is about 1/3 of his overall grade in each of his subjects in school. If he has to answer questions with a talking device that makes him sound like a robot to the other students,which makes him stand out like a sore thumb, and, as a result, Groot’s been a long-time target of bullies purely for this reason.

It wasn’t always like this. When Groot first started at the Xandar Academy in kindergarten, he had a one-on-one aide that studied his species’ language and could communicate with him and convey his answers and wants and needs to his teachers and the other kids. But by the time Groot had entered the 5th grade, his aide was getting old and nearing her required retirement at 65. The school tried to find another aide for Groot, but there was no one that studied Groot’s language. Rocket was called in for an emergency meeting with the Headmaster and all of Groot’s teachers to come up with a plan. The only options that they gave him were to either homeschool Groot until he was old enough to graduate, place him in the special education classroom, or to have him communicate his thoughts via a communication device. Well, the Department of Xandarian Education would’ve shown up at the Guardians’ house faster than lightning as soon as they heard that the pyromaniac raccoon was teaching Groot how to build various weapons, bombs, and Death Buttons. If Groot was placed in the special ed class, he would’ve had an even bigger target on his back for being bullied by the other kids, and Rocket has seen enough of other kids bullying Groot during the time when the tiny tree was taken from their custody and placed in that so-called “orphanage” where Groot was bullied by the other orphans and the adults in charge of the facility.

So the only option was to have Groot use the communication device to talk to the other kids and adults when he was in school. The device in question was packed away in its traveling case, as the school allowed Groot to take it home in the hopes that it would become his main form of communication. But Groot refuses to use it when he’s at home because he has Rocket translate for him as it’s always been. Rocket doesn’t mind doing this, but deep down, he wishes that Groot could talk like everybody else. For one thing, everyone could understand him, and two, Groot wouldn’t have to rely on Rocket to do everything for him, even if Groot’s request was as simple as a glass of water.

Groot then sighed in frustration as he got up and grabbed a pen and a blank notepad from his desk before sitting back down on his bed next to his aunt.

Nebula tries to talk calmly to Groot. “Now, what’s been bothering you?” She struggled to ask without getting angry.

Groot then writes down his response in Xandarian Script and hands the notepad back to Nebula, who then reads it. Groot, who needs a special pen to write because of the size of his hands struggles with using the normal-sized pen and his handwriting comes out messier than usual, even worse than Peter’s handwriting.

“So, Rocket’s been a real pain, huh?” She asked as Groot nodded. “Well, there’s not much I can do or say about that.” She and Groot share a rare chuckle together. “He just wants what’s best for you. From what I’ve seen, you’re everything to him. He just wants to protect you.” Nebula added as Groot asked for the pen and notepad back.

The teenager wrote another question and handed it back to his aunt. “Yes, I agree, Groot.” Nebula nodded as she read the notepad. “The Stupid Fox needs to give you a little bit more freedom.” Groot smiled as Nebula, who, he never liked and was scared to death of when he was just a sapling, agreed with him for a change. “But, you have to obey the rules that he sets down for you.”

Groot groaned and rolled his eyes when Nebula said this. She continued as she laid an arm across his shoulder in an embrace, “He won’t be in charge of you forever. As soon as you’re an adult, you can start to make your own decisions. Maybe leave the house and live on your own. But not until then. Okay?”

Groot nodded solemnly. He then lifted his leg and showed Nebula the ankle monitor that he was now forced to wear until his probation was over with.

“Ah, yes. I remember those, everytime my siblings and I went out on a mission for Thanos and we got caught, some of his most senior advisors would come and bust us out of whatever hellhole of a prison we were held in.” Nebula told Groot. “However, we did feel Thanos’ wrath as soon as we returned home to his base. As punishment, he would force us to wear these ankle monitors while we performed hard manual labor until he felt that we were toughened up from the torture.”

Nebula then looked at the ankle monitor that was on Groot’s leg. She then examined the monitor. “They were very much like this one. Big, bulky, very technologically advanced, but easily able to be hacked into and overridden. After time and time again of being forced to wear these, I learned how to override the microchip embedded inside the computer and could take it off as soon as I wasn’t guarded by Thanos’ lieutenants. But as soon as they came for me to continue the labor, I put it back on without them knowing that I knew how to take it off. But those nights of freedom were absolute bliss.”

Groot then looked at her. Nebula didn’t need him to write down what he was about to ask his aunt. “I know what you’ thinking. And no, I’m not going to remove the ankle monitor from you.” Groot then looked back down at the device, picking at it. Nebula then embraced him again, making the Flora Colossus look at her. “I’m a convicted criminal all throughout the galaxy, Groot. You’ve been given a chance to right your wrongs and not be sent to prison. No one in this so-called ‘Family’ wants to see you screw it up.”

Groot thinks about what Nebula said. After a minute, Gamora could be heard down the hallway, calling his name.

A minute later, there was a knock on his door, followed by Gamora gently opening it and seeing her sister and the teenager on his bed bonding, which surprises her.

“Groot, Rocket’s been waiting in the car for half an hour now. You have to go to the soup kitchen for your community service, remember?” Gamora’s gaze then went over to her sister. “Are, are you two talking to each other now?” She marveled at the pair as Groot stood up.

Groot grunted at the two before storming off to get in Rocket’s car so that his adoptive father could drive him to start his community service to the soup kitchen.

#groot #teen groot #teenager groot #nebula #gamora #papa rocket #rocket raccoon #stupid fox #trash panda #bob ross #the joy of painting #ao3 #feel free to reblog

[kookie-time]

I'm not exactly sure if this is the right place to make a request and I also don't know if you even take requests, but I'm doing this anyway. I really really love your jikook writing, no matter what it is, and I was wondering if you could write something for the maknae line with jimin being the submissive one if you know what I mean, or jikook?? Whichever floats your boat. Please and thank you. ^^

fansigns are jimin’s least favorite events. as the famous singing duo VKook’s manager, he’s obligated to coordinate these events but he still hates them. 

“thanks baby~” he hears Taehyung coo at a fan crouching in front of him and he scrunches his face up. 

“disgusting,” he mutters to himself. “stupid, greasy, man-child.” 

“jiminnie, baby, open up for us hmm?” taehyung slides a hand down jimin’s stomach, eyes glinting wickedly. jimin shudders at the sensation, heat pooling in his abdomen. 

jimin shakes his head, gritting his teeth. 

“jungkookie!” he hears another scandalous gasp. he glances over to see jungkook grinning up at a fan who’s covering her mouth with her hands, face flushed. “you’re so perverted! don’t do that to noona’s heart!” 

“ah, but noona’s too cute not to tease~” 

disgusting. he hates both of them. gross. 

“stop that!” jimin slaps away the hands trying to grope at his butt. “pervert!” 

“ah hyung is too cute, i can’t help it!” jungkook grins, pushing into jimin’s space until jimin’s trapped between him and the wall. 

oh yes, jimin hates fansigns. 

“no reason for you to be jealous,” he mutters to himself. “it’s only right that they be nice to their fans. you’d chew them out if they were mean.”

just…did they have to be so goddamn flirty?

of course they do, jimin reasons again. that’s what draws in the fans. both of them can act cute but what really gets the fans screaming is when taehyung licks his lips or when jungkook delivers a slick body roll. 

sighing, he pushes his clipboard at another staff member. “need some air. cover me for a bit?” she nods and waves him off and jimin steps outside the venue, sitting down and leaning against the wall. 

“don’t be dumb, park jimin,” he tells himself. “no need to get jealous over every little thing.” or so he tells himself. unfortunately, jimin’s always been an insecure person. he leans his head back, closing his eyes. 

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“where’d jiminnie go?” taehyung asks jungkook. jungkook doesn’t even answer him, eyes already searching the venue. taehyung almost laughs. they’re both so whipped and needy for their tiny boyfriend slash manager. 

“taehyungie-oppa! look here!” taehyung flashes them a short smile but then he’s looking around again, searching for a head of orange hair. 

when he doesn’t find him, taehyung lifts the mic to his mouth. “sorry! we’re gonna hold a short intermission, kay? don’t want you to get tired of us too soon!” 

“never~” they chorus and taehyung grins, a tad guiltily because really, they’re not allowed to call an intermission whenever they want but jimin isn’t here to help them with their bad life choices so really, they’re justified in going to look for him. jungkook’s already out of his seat, looking for a staff noona to ask after jimin. 

“she said he’s outside in the back,” jungkook tells him when he comes back and they both head out to the back. they open the door cautiously, wondering if there might be fangirls who didn’t get in to the fansign waiting in the back. there aren’t any. instead, there’s a familiar head of orange hair, eyes closed, looking ethereal in the afternoon sun. 

taehyung crouches down in front of the figure. 

“there you are.” jimin’s eyes fly open, eyes widening when he sees taehyung. 

“taehyung!” taehyung grins at him, tongue between his teeth. 

“we were wondering where you’d gone,” jungkook says from where he’s leaning against the wall. he crouches down next to jimin as well. “we missed you.” he presses a short, chaste kiss to jimin’s lips. 

“i was only out for a few minutes,” jimin mumbles, staring at the ground. his pink cheeks are so cute, taehyung thinks. jimin glances up at them, eyes large and forlorn. “you really missed me?”

taehyung blinks, wondering where this is coming from, but then remembers that jimin is usually always moody during fansigns. “of course we did! we always miss you when you’re not in our arms.”

jimin flushes harder. “…ah…” he looks down at his lap, tiny fingers fidgeting. “is…the fansign over?”

“no,” jungkook says. “taehyung-hyung called an intermission because we were wondering where you were.”

jimin wrinkles his nose. “damn.” taehyung feels the same. all he wants to do is drag jimin back to their van and into their dorm so he can kiss and cuddle jimin for hours. maybe do naughty stuff. jimin’s lips are full and pouty. taehyung can just imagine them wrapped around his co – yeah. definitely naughty stuff first and then cuddles. “you should probably head back in. the fans are going to get restless without you there.”

taehyung whines, falling forward and burying his nose in jimin’s neck. the skin is so soft. taehyung wants to suck marks into it. “dun wanna!” 

without looking, he can see jungkook and jimin roll their eyes at each other over him. they always do. 

“go in,” jimin says. “let’s just get this done and over with.” he pats at taehyung’s back. “and then we can head home.”

“and do naughty stuff?” 

jimin smacks him lightly, face red. 

“i want to do very bad things to you, jiminnie,” taehyung says honestly. “very bad things.” 

“get inside,” jimin huffs, face red, but he doesn’t say no and taehyung stands up giddily. 

“you’re not coming in with us?” jungkook asks and jimin looks away. 

“not just yet. you go first.” taehyung pouts. he doesn’t want to go in without jimin. he’ll miss him more if he can’t see him. but there’s nothing he can do about it so he heads back in with jungkook. 

–

jungkook’s tired of smiling and talking. he likes his fans, sure, but only in concept. prolonged exposure makes him long for jimin and soft pretty giggles and eye smiles. 

a flash of orange catches his eye and his lips lift in a smile when he sees it’s jimin, grabbing his clipboard back with a small smile from the staff noona. 

(later, pics are going to come out of ‘jungkookie-oppa’s lovey dovey smile’ and jungkook will scowl and taehyung will laugh because that smile has nothing to do with fans and everything to do with their adorable manager. )

jungkook’s mouth  moves to autopilot as he keeps his eyes fixed on jimin while simultaneously trying to hold a conversation with a fan. jimin’s moving around, talking for a few minutes each to various staff members before he’s suddenly stopped by a man in a suit.

jungkook frowns and the girl in front of him ducks guiltily. “sorry! was that too personal a question?”

“huh?”

“ah…i…what’s your favorite color?”

“oh…no…i just wasn’t paying attention. it’s –” jimin’s laughing at whatever the man’s saying. jungkook feels something irrationally angry inside him. it suddenly occurs to him that he hasn’t answered her. “ – orange.”

“i thought you would say red or black,” she says. “i don’t see you wear orange much.”

“yeah…i guess…today i’m just feeling orange.” honestly, just get a move on. she’s distracting him. what had the man said that had gotten jimin laughing? jimin had been moody most of the day but he usually was during fansigns and he and taehyung could never snap him out of it.

jimin’s eyes are crinkled as he smiles, sweater sleeves falling over his hand as he covers his mouth with his hand. he’s adorable. jungkook wants to cuddle him, maybe rip the sweater off so he can see the rest of jimin’s soft skin.

“oppa?”

jungkook jolts. “oh sorry. it’s uh…been a long day.”

after she passes, jungkook purposely knocks taehyung’s water bottle onto the ground. “oops.”

taehyung bends down to pick it up and jungkook bends down as well so they’re both hidden by the table. “who is that with jimin?”

taehyung blinks and raises his head slightly. his brows furrow when he sees. “dunno. why is jimin laughing?”

“dunno.”

they both sit back up. any more time and it would look suspicious.

over the sound of fans screaming, he can faintly make out the sound of jimin’s bubbly, bright laughter.

((”how did you break your autograph pen?”

“i guess i…held it too hard.”))

–

in the van back to the dorm, jimin is once again sandwiched between taehyung and jungkook like usual. it’s surrounded by his two boyfriends that jimin always feels safest and most loved.

“so who was that?”

jimin blinks. “who was who?”

“the guy you were talking to.”

jimin wrinkles his nose. “i talked to a lot of people today, jungkookie. you’ll have to be more specific.” jungkook frowns, jaw visibly tense, and jimin blinks, reaching up and touching jungkook’s cheek carefully. “is something wrong?”

jungkook ignores the question but doesn’t bat jimin’s hand away. “who was that guy that made you laugh?”

jimin hopes jungkook can see how confused his expression is because he has no idea what jungkook’s talking about.

“the guy in the suit, jimin.”

“oh! the…sponsor?”

“sponsor?”

“mm,” jimin says. “the guy in the suit? he said he wanted to sign a contract with us – you, i guess, for an advertising campaign.”

“but he made you laugh.”

“hm? oh…maybe? i don’t quite remember…oh yeah, i think he said i looked too young and cute to be a manager already or something like that.”

“we compliment you all the time!” taehyung pouts.

“it wasn’t really a compliment he was just joking!” jimin blinks. “are you guys jealous or something?”

“yeah.”

jimin’s eyes widen, heat crawling up his cheeks. “what could you possibly be jealous of? he was a sponsor! he’s like middle aged and just a company spokesperson! you guys are – “ he gestures at the both of them. “ – you!”

“he made you laugh. we can never make you laugh on fansign days.”

“ah…that…um…” jimin looks down at his lap. his short, stubby fingers pull at each other. he wishes the conversation could just end now but even with his head bowed he can feel the weight of jungkook and taehyung’s eyes. “it’s because…you guys…um…”

“what? what do we do?”

“…you...flirt with the fans…”

“huh? what was that?”

“you flirt with the fans! and i get jealous, okay? that’s why i hate fansigns.”

there’s a pause and jimin buries his head between his knees, already embarrassed.

“aww jiminnie!”

jimin grunts as he manhandled onto a lap. he immediately buries his face in the nearest neck so he doesn’t have to see. it smells like jungkook. he can feel lips pressing into his neck and lips pressing into his hair. 

“you know that almost all of those lines are scripted, right?”

“yeah, jungkook couldn’t flirt with girls to save himself.” there’s a pause that jimin thinks is jungkook glaring at taehyung but he doesn’t deny it. 

“there’s nothing you have to be jealous of,” jungkook murmurs into jimin’s hair. “nothing at all.” 

#jikook #hehe #otp #vmin #vminkook #maknae line #writing #i don't remember when this is from #but i found in my drafts #so here why not haha #anon #replies

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Life Update: The Big Tick

I had to pull a whole live tick out of my child’s face last week and I’ll be having nightmares for months. In fact if you have a phobia of insecty things, or if the idea of minor medical procedures being performed by a non-professional makes you edgy, then it’s probably best to skip this life update because things are going to get graphic.

I was actually going to write about our holiday to Cornwall for this life update, but reading about people’s non-exotic holidays is never that interesting, is it? They’re always a bit samey, because we all know what a grey day on a windy beach is like and that holidays with young kids are harder work than being at actual work and we’ve all nearly had to do a wee in an empty water bottle when we’ve been stuck in a traffic jam.

The same experiences are regurgitated, family after family – you could almost create a Great British Staycation clichés bingo card! “The weather was a mixed bag but it was nice to have some rainy indoors days, just to feel as though you didn’t have to be enjoying the outside.” Stamp the card. “When it was hot it felt just like abroad, didn’t it Brian?” Stamp. “Who needs Gran Canaria when the sun at home shines like this?” Stamp. “This ice-cream is the best I’ve tasted.” Stamp. “Why did they make the roads so narrow?” Stamp. “Why doesn’t he BLOODY WELL REVERSE INTO THE PASSING SPACE? THERE’S NOWHERE FOR US TO GO, MATE. THE TRAFFIC’S BACKED UP BEHIND US. NO YOU GO BACK – YOU – GO – BACK. BACKWARDS!”

Bingo!

I’ll tell you what wouldn’t be on your average staycation cliché bingo card, though, and that would be this: waking up to find that your five year-old daughter has what looks like an old Coco Pop stuck to her face, trying to pull the Coco Pop off, unsuccessfully, then realising that the Coco Pop has tiny black legs.

Classic holiday happenings.

Honestly, it was like something from Alien II. Once I’d retrieved my glasses so that I could actually see properly, and shone the torch from my iPhone at the side of her head, I could see that my little girl didn’t have old cereal stuck to the side of her face at all; it was the back end of a well-fed tick.

Dear God I almost fainted from sheer, unadulterated disgust. The engorged body, the teeny legs…and the worst thing was this: that I could see its body and I could see its legs…but where was the head?

INSIDE HER FACE, THAT’S WHERE! If you don’t believe me then Google “ticks”. They bury their head parts into the flesh and the body stays outside. It’s like something from a horror movie. The ticks hide in long grass and ferns and undergrowth, which is basically where my kids are magnetically drawn to because they are attracted to anything dirty or dangerous, and then they (the ticks, not my kids) attach themselves to passing fleshy hosts and burrow their horrible little heads into the skin.

Oh, how my hands trembled as I fetched my tweezers. (Yes, I took tweezers on holiday: chin hairs don’t rest just because you do!) The feel of the little hard, crunchy body as I worked the tweezer blades towards my daughter’s soft, perfect skin, trying to unearth as much of the tick’s head as I could before carefully pulling the whole thing out.

Not to blow my own trumpet too much, but I was actually rather good at tick extraction. After getting over the initial fright, after recovering from the shock of there being an alien parasite feeding off my child’s face, I came over all practical, a bit like Doc Martin overcoming his blood phobia in times of great need, and basically I saved the day.

Once the tick was out, I wanted to smash it with a large stone on the beach to make sure that it was properly dead. But the kids wouldn’t let me – they are still at the stage where they see no difference between a fly and a kitten, a biting ant and a llama – and so I preserved it, at their request, within a folded piece of sellotape.

I wanted to explain to them that the sellotape method was a far crueller death. To be slowly suffocated inside your transparent plastic tomb, with four huge giants watching on…the stone on the beach would have been a blessing by comparison. I could almost see the regret on the tick’s face. His legs stuck fast in the sticky glue, his body quarter-filled with blood – he wouldn’t even die on a full stomach.

“What do you want for your last meal, Tick?”

“Ah, what a question, what a question. How many courses?”

“One course. This is death row, Tick, not Claridges.”

“In that case, I’d like a full body’s worth of child blood. And then if it pleases His Honour, a quick and dignified death. Perhaps a singular hammer blow? A brick thrown atop my prone body?”

“I’ll see what I can do, Tick. Most likely you’ll get a few hours of quality blood-feeding before you’re rudely plucked off. And I can’t guarantee you any dignity – sometimes it’s a drowning in a teacup, other times it’s death by starvation on a petri dish, watched by many through the lens of a microscope.”

“Well,” says Tick, “we must endure, we must endure. Such is the life I signed up for! Now could I trouble you for a change of the chamber pot?”

Anyway, tick removed, children calmed, we left the tick, which looked as though it had been accidentally run through the world’s smallest laminating machine, next to the kettle in our rented holiday flat. And forgot to take it away with us. So that’ll be a nice surprise for the next paying guests, a dead tick in a piece of sellotape. We also lost the window-opening key, which means they’ll absolutely bake in there, especially if there’s a heatwave, but at least they can spend some of their sweaty time examining a real-life miniature vampire, entombed in his see-through casket.

Disclaimer, because obviously this story involves a child and everyone gets incredibly hot under the collar when it comes to small people: yes I researched how to remove the tick properly, yes I washed the tweezers before I plucked my chin hairs the next day, yes I know to keep an eye out for signs of Lyme disease. Actually that last one is quite serious, but thankfully rare, so I’ll be vigilant but not obsessive and I don’t need any scary anecdotal material, thanks ever so!

The rest of the holiday was quite uneventful, other than the dog nearly killing himself by eating a stomachful of sand (emergency vet trip, almost the same cost as the entire holiday) and the five year-old (again) nearly standing on a jellyfish. Throw in the dog projectile vomming on a moody neighbour’s doormat, the three year-old refusing to sleep and me forgetting to buy any food and overall it was a pretty fine time.

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MSN Chat transcript with Darren Hayes of Savage Garden

From

Savage Garden Offical Site

MSN Chat transcript with Darren Hayes of Savage Garden

 Thursday, October 7, 1999

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Tonight we are very excited to welcome to MSN, Darren Hayes of Savage Garden. Darren's new CD "Affirmation" premieres next month

  Digital Dish Diva says:  Darren, welcome to MSN! Congratulations on your new single! It's fabulous! Well, there are a lot of fans here, so let's get started!     

Darren Hayes says:  I'm thrilled out of my brain to be here. I'm more excited than you are!

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Cosette says: I'd like to ask if the worldwide release of "Affirmation" will be enhanced or have an interview disk. Thanks!

 Darren Hayes says:  Cosette, It¹s only the Australian version that has CD Rom component and an extra track. In Japan there is a small component plus a bonus track, but it's different than Australia.

Digital Dish Diva says:  heather3 says: Can you tell us the mood of "Affirmations"? I LOVE YOU!

 Darren Hayes says:  Heather, thank you, I love you too. "Affirmation" is beautifully sad. It is about relationships. It is very personal. It's an album about accepting that life presents you with struggles. Sometimes we fall down but we get back up again and we're stronger for it.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  BJ says: When is "Affirmation" coming out?

 Darren Hayes says:  BJ, November 9 in the U.S. and October 25 I think in the rest of the world. It's all on the website.  I just make the art guys.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  mag4daz says: How do u feel like when you are on the stage and you see all these people in front of you who love you so much?

 Darren Hayes says:  mag4daz, you know the first time around I didn't open my eyes a lot and I was very shocked to see the support and the love. The last couple of years have amazing. It¹s been a bit tough personally but fan letters and support and interest on the Internet has been such a warm relief for me. I feel touched and honored and this time I'm making an effort to open my eyes and take it all in.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  violetfly says: When discussing the debut album, you said that you felt your sound would follow in the vein of "Carry on Dancing" and "Mine." Do you think "Affirmation" has done that?

 Darren Hayes says:  Violetfly,  its very moody and its a bit deceptive because the first songs are quite poppy. I used to listen to the comments made on BBS about "I Knew I loved You"  and many were concerned it was a boy band record  but the reality is "I Knew I Loved You" is the only song that sounds like that. It¹s the only happy "up" naive love song that goes to a lot of dark places. If you liked "Mine" you'll love "Gunning Down Romance"

 Digital Dish Diva says:  TMD says: Hi Darren! What has been different in writing "Affirmation" than your first record?

 Darren Hayes says:  TMD, logistically Daniel and I were in two separate places. He'd send me disks and I'd record lyrics to instrumentals. It¹s a more personal record than the first one and we had more money and time to spend, which you can hear. It still sounds like Savage Garden with a sense of melancholy and atmospheric.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Ashley says: On the new album, which song means the most to you personally?

 Darren Hayes says:  Ashley, that¹s a tough one, it's such a personal record. I'd say my favorite songs include "Affirmation," "I Don't Know You Anymore," and "The Lover After Me."

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Lil_Princess says: I loved the "Cherry Cola" song, how did you sing so fast?

 Darren Hayes says:  Lil_Princess, it¹s called studio technology and I learned the hard way when we went on tour for eight months. The key is lots of breathing. Do aerobics!

 Digital Dish Diva says:  daBomb says: When are you planning to do a tour of the States and Britain?

 Darren Hayes says:  daBomb: We won't be touring until summer 2000. We are just about to head out on an endless promotion run which takes us everywhere. We'll have a short break for Christmas. We plan to tour Australia in March and the rest of the world after.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  rainey says: What TV shows will you be appearing on?

 Darren Hayes says:  rainey, pretty much everyone you can imagine in America. We'll be on "MTV TRL" tomorrow and in November "Rosie," "The View," "CNN Live," "Top of the Pops" in the UK, "Hit Machine" in France, "Hey, Hey it's Saturday" You name it. We're booked on it.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Ashley says: Do you read the bulletin board on your website?  If so, some of the posts must be quite funny to you :o).

 Darren Hayes says:  Ashley, sometimes I read the bulletin boards. I  have to be honest guys, it's kind of damaging to my self-esteem sometimes. I respect that it¹s your world and you should be able to say what you want to say but if you think you have a hair obsession. I¹ve been questioning my hair lately! The support on the website blows me away. I feel undeserving sometimes and can't wait to go out on tour and thank everyone personally.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Ultravioletsky says: I can't wait to see SG on Rosie on Nov 11 can you tell us which song you're performing and if there will be an interview or not?

 Darren Hayes says:  Ultra, we will be performing  "I Knew I Loved You" for Rosie and most likely we will have a small chat because we love her and she loves us. I've recorded a Christmas song for Rosie¹s album and there's a special with me, Celine Dion, NSYNC, and I think I¹m recording that soon. Its a record for charity and its going to help children everywhere o you should really check it out.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  This CD will be available in November from Sony.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  davids_lover says: How did you think of the name Savage Garden.

 Darren Hayes says:  davids lover, this is the oldest question. I think everybody knows. Anne Rice.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  sabraina_93021 says: What is the weirdest thing anyone has ever done to get closer to you or meet you? What was your reaction? I LOVE YOU!

 Darren Hayes says:  sabraina, I think everyone knows. It was the fan in Singapore who sprayed me in the face with a water pistol. That scared the hell out of me! I once had to sign the nipple of a transvestite. Does that count?

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Amandabug says: Darren, are you guys booked for "Saturday Night Live"?

 Darren Hayes says:  Amandabug, Nina, our stylist works for "SNL," and I'm obsessed with the show. So between the two of us I think that's going to happen pretty soon.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Moon_owl says: Hey Darren! How long have you had your Darth Vader phone? I love it!

 Darren Hayes says:  Moon, Darth Vader was a present from my manager Larry last year. I've just bought my first home and I dusted off my phone from the attic and it takes pride and joy in my bedroom wing and yes it is a wing, folks!

 Digital Dish Diva says:  karyn says: What's the weirdest thing that has ever been thrown on stage?

 Darren Hayes says:  karyn, I would say the weirdest things are harmful things like empty bottles. You don't have to be Yoda to figure out a bottle hurts. Those chuppa chupps and those soft toys. Rather than spend money on soft animals or toys. If you want to make me happy, donate those to hospitals or throw a note on the stage telling me you've donated $1 charity and that would make me happier than any gift you could give me.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Tangodess says: Hi, Darren how hard has it been leaving your family for months at a time. How do you survive?

 Darren Hayes says:  I adore my ex-wife and she will always be my soul mate but we're not married anymore. We talk on the phone every other day and we have Oola and Obi. We share joint custody of our cocker spaniels. I go to Brisbane more than you would know  and I often fly my family out to see me. My sister just left and my brother and sister in law and new baby will be out in November.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Sherry30 says: Darren have you gotten the chance to visit Skywalker Ranch?

 Darren Hayes says:  Sherry, I am constantly six degrees of separation from Madonna, Michael Jackson and Lucas. Let me explain. George Lucas is good friends with Walter, who produced our album. My trainer is Lucas's trainer and recently Lucas¹s daughter requested an audience with 

Darren Hayes says:  I saw the new "Star Wars" with Lucas, the first screening and I didn¹t want to overstay my welcome. I've been to the ranch a few times. Its about twenty minutes away, possibly why I moved to San Francisco and George, if you're listening, I do want to audition for the second film.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Savagebabe_23 says: Darren how could you describe the new album to us in three words?

 Darren Hayes says:  Savagebabe, bittersweet, sad, beautiful.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Utopia says: What is the voice in "I Want You" saying? Is it in Latin?

 Darren Hayes says:  Utopia it's in Latin and we have no idea. I suspect it was saying "Buy this record now"

 Digital Dish Diva says:  kitten says:  What do you like to do in your spare time when you have any?

 Darren Hayes says:  kitten, simple things I love going to restaurants, just relaxing. I really enjoy fitness so I go to the gym a lot and I'm completely aware I don't look like Brad Pitt. Recently I've taken up hiking. I¹m also decorating my house. I've had fun buying furniture and making my own.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  TMD says: Hi Darren! What do you think about the new Star War movie? :)

 Darren Hayes says:  TMD, I loved it.  I think like the first trilogy it will get better, but I'm definitely a Jar Jar Binks supporter and I do a mean impression.

  Digital Dish Diva says:  Wendolyn says: Do people recognize you often in public, Darren? =)

 Darren Hayes says:  Wendolyn, I think around the time of "Truly Madly Deeply" going to #1 in America. I got recognized a bit. I have no delusions about my level of celebrity. I'm not Michael Jackson.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Anne says: Do you have an idol?

 Darren Hayes says:  Anne, Colby.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  TMD says: Hi Darren! Are you actively involved on the Internet?

Darren Hayes says:  TMD: I used to be.  Now I just use my laptop for checking email. I have this hell cool Mac Powerbook  with cola colored keys. It rocks! Sometimes I lurk on the website. I don't go to MIRC anymore.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  hayesbabe says: Darren are you still vegetarian?

 Darren Hayes says:  hayesbabe, no I was a vegetarian for seven years. I stopped eating meat because my body needed a break. but during tour last year I got thin and weak and when I started this album a trainer suggested I start eating white meat again and I have to say, I feel a lot better for it.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  mariet says: Did you write your new video yourself?

 Darren Hayes says:  mariet: We worked in conjunction with the Director Kevin Bray, initially, I wanted it to be a romantic piece of film and we were looking at people like Kirsten Dunst to play the person on the train. It was loosely based on "Sliding Doors."  I just love it actually.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  chowderhead says: Any advice for future artists and singers out there?

 Darren Hayes says:  chowderhead:  I say this all the time. You have to ask if you really, really want it because if you do you have to eat, breathe, sleep your dream. It¹s very competitive and it¹s mostly opportunity. Like most things in  life. The reality is different than the dream. It¹s exhaustive and I've definitely paid the price.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Parisa says: What will you be doing on New Year's Eve?

 Darren Hayes says:  Parisa, we were playing in a live concert in Sydney until the cheapskates decided they couldn't afford to pay us what we're worth.  I'll probably be at home with my family. I've never been into New Years Eve anyway. It¹s completely overrated. I also have a minor fear that it might all simultaneously explode.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Azrielle says: Hello Darren, if you could pick one favorite character from the Vampire Chronicles, who would it be?

 Darren Hayes says:  Azrielle, Louis, definitely. Although I'm probably Lestat.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  ferretdreams says: Did he see Kirsten in "interview with a vampire"?

 Darren Hayes says:  I did but believe it or not I didn't make the connection until she was on the set. Until Kirsten asked me where we got the name of the band and I just said "Oh my God you wouldn't believe it!"

 Digital Dish Diva says:  So there was good karma?

 Darren Hayes says:  Yes, definitely and Kirsten and I really connection. She's the same sign as me.

She's a Taurus. Her favorite lyric was the same as mine- the angels dance around you. It turned out that she agrees with the same spirituality as I do. I was very, very nervous because I had to hold her hand and give her a kiss.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Sparketet says: Hey, Darren what's you favorite cartoon from childhood and now?

 Darren Hayes says:  Sparketet from childhood it would be "G Force" which was an animated superhero show and "ScoobyDoo." Now it¹s "Ren and Stimpy."

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Mommy says: Do you actually write your own songs?

 Darren Hayes says:  Mommy: Daniel and I write everything

 Digital Dish Diva says:  blackjedi says: If you could choose, which video was the most fun to make?

 Darren Hayes says:  blackjedi, "The Animal Song" by far.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  SavageMelly says: How is Daniel doing? I haven't head much about him lately.

 Darren Hayes says:  Melly he's great. I have to thank everybody for being very understanding about the way he and I have shifted our roles slightly. The truth is, its always been like this. I'm more comfortable being a public figure. The two of us want to make music for you and this is our way of doing that.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  kristina says: I can't wait to see you on "TRL tomorrow." Will you be premiering "IKILY"?

 Darren Hayes says:  Kristina, I wish. No we're just rocking on out to say hello to you guys and play the video. It'll be the first time MTV plays it.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  aliendave says: Darren, are you into video games at all?

 Darren Hayes says:  aliendave: I have to confess I have really bad hand to eye coordination so I'm hideous at things like tennis and video games but I do own every "Star Wars" video game produced and yes, I'm shocking at them.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Maya14 says: Hi Darren, My Name is Maya and I'm from Israel. I woke up at 15:00am just to chat with you. When are you gonna come to Israel? You have a lot of fans here, who are waiting for a concert. I can't wait for the new album!

 Darren Hayes says:  Maya, I would love to come to Israel for historical and religious reasons. There¹s  so many places I haven't been to yet. I'd love to go to Africa, parts of Europe I haven't been to and the Middle East fascinates me. A lot of it doesn't depend on us. It¹s dollar and cents. Our last tour we spent a lot of money but we didn't care. We wanted to say thanks to all of our fans  but be patient and thanks. We're pretty much coming everywhere in the next 12 months. We've never really visited Latin America and we'll spend some time there. I'm obsessed with Brazil. IT'S ALL ABOUT BRAZIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Lianne says: What is your favorite Savage Garden song, and your favorite non-Savage Garden song?

 Darren Hayes says:  Lianne, my favorite Savage song would "Gunning Down Romance" and my favorite non-Savage song, gosh, that¹s a hard one. Probably "This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Girlegirl says: Hi Darren, I think you guys rock! What was the song "To the Moon and Back" all about?

 Darren Hayes says:  Girlegirl, it was about divorce, about a dear friend of mine who had a bad experience and blamed himself for his parents divorce, teenage angst. Everyone has felt unattractive and felt they didn't fit in. This person didn't give themselves credit.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  chicacherrycola2 says: Darren, do you miss living in Australia?

 Darren Hayes says:  chica: I don't really I just miss my family. I¹m 27 and I've always lived fairly close to my family and being out of the country has given me more privacy and its let me  work myself out. I've enjoyed my time. I get lonely sometimes. I am so single and so happy about that. I was terrified to be single, I'd been in a relationship since I was 17 and never thought I could be alone, but it¹s not so bad.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Clemgrrrl says: Hi Darren! What is your favorite city you've been in and why?

 Darren Hayes says: Clemgrrrl: I think New York is definitely up there. but I love where I live at the moment, its a little town called...

 Darren Hayes says:  Ha! As if I'd tell.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Ami-chan says: What is your favourite possession?

 Darren Hayes says:  Ami-chan: Wow, that¹s a really good question. I don't think there's a single object that I value that highly. My favorite things in life have been experience of love, family, and memories.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Melena says: Darren who would be your dream woman?

 Darren Hayes says:  Melena, I had the dream woman. There is none higher.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  shesk says: How was the MTV FANatic experience?

 Darren Hayes says:  shesk, actually it was a little disappointing to be honest. Because it was so quick and you didn't really get a chance to really meet the person. I was happy that I had inspired someone and that¹s why we met that girl but I have to say we have a lot of sincere fans who aren't necessarily into us because they want to date us. They're into us because the music affects them. I've had our music played at funerals, played during chemotherapy when they lose the battle.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  slurpee_girl says: Darren, has fame changed the way your close friends and family see you?

 Darren Hayes says:  slurpee, sometimes. Fame has changed me too I'm sure. Sometimes I forget that my actions affect those around me like when I talk about my private life or using private experiences as inspirations for songs. I realize my family and friends experience that without asking for it and my family friends sometimes get a hard time. People expect them to be millionaires. Fame to me is a metaphor that God has used to teach me about myself. I think its an elaborate journey designed to give me life lessons and maybe for you to take control of your life and learn.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Aussie Dream says: The songs you write are great!!  Have you taken very many voice lessons?  Your voice is fantastic!

 Darren Hayes says: Aussie Dream, thank you very much. I never used to study voice at all. I was just a kid who used to sing in the bathroom. About half way through the tour last year I started having problems with my voice so I started seeing a voice coach and she's amazing. I think you can hear the difference. I have to tell you singing has an effect on me. I feel it in my body its' almost a religious experience. It's literally joy.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Kelly2 says: Darren, To the Moon and Back was the only reason I didn't kill myself, I want to say thank you so much for such a beautiful song, and I adore you.

 Darren Hayes says:  Kelly, I have gotten so many letters and had conversations with young girls especially with regards to that song and that¹s why I do these chats. I used to do chats to get comfort and attention but now I understand that its an important job to give people 5 minutes of peace in a chaotic world and to let you know you're not alone. I feel the things you feel. I deal in them in different ways. "Crash and Burn" is a lullaby to myself and reassurance to you saying that everybody hits rock bottom and that¹s okay. That¹s what friends are for. You pick yourself and get going. We aren't designed to be happy 100% of the time and when you accept that you see highs and lows you put all together and you have memories.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Sophie says: What did you want to be when you grew up?  Did you ever imagine you would be this famous?

 Darren Hayes says:  Sophie, I wanted to be a pop star. I didn't think of being anything else, Perhaps C3P0.. I used to think I was Michael Jackson and everybody wanted to be famous. It stemmed from insecurities and the need to be loved.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  SallySG says: Hi Darren!!  First of all I wanna thank you so much for doing this chat!  What's the biggest misconception people have about you?

 Darren Hayes says:  Sally, that I'm really serious and that I'm a complete egomaniac constantly stealing the attention from Daniel. First of all I'm an absolute zany nut case most of the time always impersonating people, things, sometimes, plants and Daniel chooses to take a step backwards all the time. If I receive more attention its actually by default sometimes also, I think sometimes that Daniel and I have tension but we adore each other. He's seriously like my brother, I love him more than you all do. He¹s the most calming, insightful, intelligent person you'll ever meet.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Lindsey says: Could we get a hint as to what "Two Beds and a Coffee Machine" is about?

 Darren Hayes says: Lindsey it¹s actually a very serious song about domestic violence. Cover your ears if you don¹t want to hear this part. The lyric is describing a motel room with two beds and a coffee machine. I won't explain too much further because I want the story to unfold when you hear the song for the first time.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  mrs_daniel_jones says: I want to know what Savage Garden plans on doinglater in life, after you leave Savage Garden or whatever. What are your future plans in life?

 Darren Hayes says:  I want to be a Dad. I might do a solo record one day and I'm interested in studying more, psychology or maybe write a novel or screenplay. Mostly I'd like to be a Dad.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  CarlaM says: I have a question for Darren: Who name's the songs, you or Daniel?

 Darren Hayes says:  Carla, I write the lyrics so I write the names of the songs, Daniel is very generous in that he lets me put my tales all over his beautiful music.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  aliendave says: What would you name your son, and what would you name a daughter?

 Darren Hayes says:  dave, I don't think I'd want to tell the world. I don't know yet, I think you know when you look your child in the eyes for the first time. I think the last time I told someone a name, they named their dog that. Hint: Daniel called his dog Jackson.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Garanwyn says: Will we be seeing you at the ARIA's?

 Darren Hayes says:  No, we'll be out of the country, unfortunately. But I think its time Australia had one without Savage Garden, even I¹m getting bored with their attendance.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Wendolyn says: When you write a song, about how long does it take you? Is it very sudden - like you're inspired to suddenly create a song, or does it take a lot of thought?

 Darren Hayes says:  Both. Some songs are written in hours, sometimes weeks. I can tell you on this album, some of the songs were brewing for six months to a year and sometimes at the studio literally at the grand piano. It just depends.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  DayDreamer says: What does the title of this album mean to you?

 Darren Hayes says:  That it's all good. That life happens. I n the end everything is okay. It¹s about acceptance and forgiveness, taking responsibility, letting go.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  crichou says: What do you think about the fans on the Internet?

 Darren Hayes says:  crichou, I love them. I love them. I had a really tough year being out of the country and being alone and to come back from that time off to see the support you don't know how amazing that feel to have a complete stranger wish you love. You have the ability to pick me up and make me feel like the luckiest man in the world so I keep taking the challenge with music to take you places you don't know you want to go to yet.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Darren, last question is from Trishabelle who says: Seeing that we are approaching the year 2000-what would you put in your time "capsule" as a keepsake from 1999?

 Darren Hayes says:  Wow, I'm very sentimental I don't know if I could pick one item, my credit card statements. I went on a plane trip from San Francisco to New York recently and I had to go over my spending for the last twelve months. Every meal, pair of socks, thumbtack they were all there. The good the bad the indifference.  That pretty much summed up the whole year. It was scary because every meal every restaurant every skip of a heartbeat.

 Digital Dish Diva says:  Darren, I know I speak for your fans in here who say thank you so very much for being with us tonight. You are truly a delight. It was a pleasure spending tonight with you. We wish you the best of luck with your new CD "Affirmation: which will be released in November.

 Darren Hayes says: I can't sum it up in one sentence but thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We love you. You make it all worthwhile. Please don't send presents. Spend the money on yourself or donate it to charity. Your sup

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