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unmarlou · 3 months

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time to pretend.

pairings. slytherins x fem!reader

summary. a typical day at the summer house.

lacy says. saltburn inspo but no bath water :/ this is bad lol purely for the aesthetic.

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"oi!"

the morning sun was beaming down stronger than yesterday. your sunglasses weren't even enough to keep you from squinting, though the book in your hands did good job if held at the right angle. and had it not been for the towel between, your skin would've been sticking to the lawn chair.

"morning blaise..." pansy said dreamily at your right. she was still half asleep.

you looked over your shoulder and saw blaise approaching, draco in tow. "didn't even bother to tell us you were out here, i see."

"we wanted you to get your beauty sleep, darling. nice swim trunks." they had tiny hula girls on them.

"i am a man of fashion." he plopped himself at the chair to your left, adjusting his shorts and sunglasses. he flashed a smile - a pretty one that only he could own and flaunt regardless the time of day. he quickly nudged your leg and pointed to draco, who sat at pansy's feet.

he was covered in noticeable amounts of sunscreen, head to toe. not only with a look of distain on his face but his slouch conveyed a message just fine on its own.

involuntarily a snort escaped, followed by stifled laughs.

"oh shut up."

even pansy, who was curled on her side away from everyone, sticking her hand out to some small animal, laughed, "we're only admiring you.”

all he could do was roll his eyes.

"stolen my chair then, have you?"

everyone’s attention turned to the voice, only to see enzo, also in his bathing suit, holding a platter of fruit. he almost looked like the cover of a magazine your mother wouldn't let you buy.

glancing over the back of the chair you could see mattheo and theodore walking in the field, talking lazily, probably sharing their first hellos of the day.

lorenzo placed the silver plate down on the small table between the chairs. you had asked him to bring something to eat expecting a piece of toast, though with him, you should've known better.

"well we can share, you know?"

"thank you, enzo."

he gave you a quick nod and wink, his way of saying no problem, never wanting to make a big deal out of gestures he found to be the minimum in his friendships.

"want me to sit on your lap then, blaise?"

draco rang on your left, "past a strawberry… please."

your arm extended to him, presenting three instead of just one. he cracked a reluctant smile, always surprised at how well you all knew him, never letting him stay miserable for long, "thanks."

a new shadow appeared on the ground in front of you causing you to peer up and greet theodore, "fruit?"

he shook his head, eyes still puffy and barely open, indicating he had just awoken. he stretched and rested his hands on either side of yours and pansy's chairs. bringing his forehead down to his left hand, he seemed to be taking a chance at sleep again.

"theo's had a rough morning."

you turned again and almost cackled at the sight of lorenzo sitting in blaise's lap, and mattheo sitting in lorenzo's. you could've sworn you saw the chair slightly give way under their weight.

pansy teased, "but an excellent night, isn't that right, teddy?"

he groaned loudly. drinking was never his strong-suit. he could roll and smoke all day, even on his worst, but going shot-for-shot was something he did only when feeling the most audacious. and something he always came to regret.

he shuffled his way to the small dock at the pond in front of you. eyes still closed, he laid down on the edge, his arm hanging over and into the water.

"hangover so bad he had to reconnect with nature."

“we’ve all been there.”

you smiled idly. placing the book on your stomach, not even considering an odd tan line. tilting your head back, your eyes closed.

a breeze blew, giving your skin a break from the exhausting heat it was under. you could feel the full trees above sway, and hear the water of the pond move with theodore’s helping hand. the low indistinct chatter of your friends simply background noise to remind you you weren’t alone in this oasis.

most mornings were like this. easy and quiet, any and all problems excluded from this place, this bubble of a world you had. if ever asked what moment you wished you could relive again and again, it would always be this.

the large, wall lining, arched windows of the left wing hallway made it the sunniest place in the house at this time of day. and the cold tile felt nice under your concrete-burnt feet.

the windows were wide open, allowing the plants and hung-dry linens of the courtyard to creep in and fill the corridor with a scent that could make one nostalgic for a place and time they’ve never even been.

your steps were the only sound until they multiplied. by the cadence of the walk, you knew who it was.

“theodore feeling any better?”

“loads,” in the corner of your eye you could see him pull a cigarette out and spark a light, he took a long drag before continuing, “gave him one of my cures.”

you shuddered, twisting your face. mattheo had an affinity for putting ingredients in a pot, mixing it up, and saying it would fix any and all problems. sometimes you thought even he didn’t believe his own words, he just liked seeing your face contort in disgust. “let me know when his tail starts growing.”

entering the room at the end of the hall, the sound of the shower running became clear. the french doors of the back wall were open, allowing air to flow freely.

you spun on your heel and allowed yourself to fall onto the four-poster, now staring at the charm displayed up on the canopy. one you recognized, as all your parents used to do it when you were children; a depiction of the night sky, to lull you to sleep and wish you sweet dreams.

mattheo was on his stomach next to you, carefully tapping ashes off the side of the bed. in the lighting of the room you could see how summer had be treating him, skin tanned by the sun, while his hair only got lighter. he tapped your arm for your attention, and pointed to the bathroom, furrowing his brows.

“pansy.” you answered.

an oh formed on his face.

the sound of wind chimes rang in the distance, accompanied by tree leaves brushing against each other, and birds singing softly. there were actually a few birds gathered at the small balcony just outside the french doors. they always seemed to gravitate towards pansy, all the beauty in life resided to her.

“i wonder what snape is doing right about now.”

you groaned, putting your hands over your face, trying to hide from the imagine of your professor in your mind, “don’t mention him, his energy will invade the space.”

“say his name three times and he’ll appear, you know!” pansy’s shouting voice carried into the room. there was actually no need for her to, you could hear her perfectly fine seeing as the bathroom door was wide open; she hated having it closed, never wanting to be separated from the rest of world for too long.

you shouted back, “says she who flirts with him for a higher grade!”

“it’ll work one day, just you wait!”

this was true, she was absolutely convinced she could charm her way to at least Exceeds Expectations. not that anything had given her an indication it had worked in the past. or ever.

mattheo sat up, almost choking on his laugh, “just do what enzo does, pretend your best friends with him.”

the shower turned off, followed by long rustled movement before she walked out. she held a stark white towel to her body, water droplets coming off her hair and onto her freckled collarbones. “does it work?”

he ran a hand through his hair while reaching to put his cig out on the bedside ashtray, “ ‘course not. but easier to watch and keep the lunch down than your attempts.”

she made a face before opening one of the dresser drawers next to her and chucking a pair of balled-up socks at him.

suddenly the door bursted open, presenting blaise and lorenzo. they wore cheesy smiles and had their arms extended out beside themselves, “OUR DINNER OUTFITS!”

both were still wearing their swim trunks from earlier in the day, yet this time accompanied by suit jackets, ties, - that certainly did not match and they definitely dug up from the attic - dress shoes, and jewelry to go with. theo ran up behind and wrapped a boa around blaise’s neck.

“no fair! i want one!”

“there’s a whole lot more in the boxes we found, hurry up and we’ll get you one.”

“didn’t think to include me, then?”

“those have to be at least 60 years old.”

“jesus enz, what kinda parties did your dad used to throw?”

he flopped on the bed, a dust cloud emerging from the jacket, causing you to cough and wave your hand through the air. “no clue,” he leaned closer to you, showing his wrist, “but look at this fancy watch i found.”

it looked as old as time.

“no doubt you’re sweating enough for all of us in those?” draco leaned on the doorframe.

“would be unnatural if we weren’t.”

pansy walked to the armoire, and shuffled her hanging clothes along until she found what she was looking for: a silk black dress. she picked the hanger off the rack and walked it over the french doors, putting on the doorframe. she turned to everyone’s eyes on her and shrugged, “might as well.”

playing dress up was always fun, especially when all the glamour was real. watches and diamonds, boas and silks.

the dining hall was lit, wall to expansive wall with candles. the curtains up high drawn back, displaying the rising moon. the long table in the center was decorated with the most gorgeous grand arrangement.

the house elves had absolutely outdone themselves, platters of food spanning each end of the table. and though you didn’t see much of them, you made a mental note to seek at least one out and thank them.

after more digging around and even a trip to the attic, which made you consider taking a second shower of the day, you had found the best box of all; charles berkshire’s record collection. bowie, zeppelin, beatles, queen - it was a 60s/70s wet dream. so for the first time in what must’ve been years, the gramophone record player of the dining hall was to be put to use.

with everyone now standing at their respective seats, prosecco was to be poured.

mattheo, who sat on the right head of the table, was the one to open it; he always was. his naturally mischievous smile was one to be admired, especially when each of you wore the same one. with a big POP! he went around and filled everyone’s flutes - although you all cheered, the night hadn’t started just yet.

each with your drinks, lorenzo danced over to the record player and placed the needle down. a night at the opera began. he slowly turned to face you all once again, raising his glass and walking back to his seat, the left head of the table. all other glasses were then raised high, and his role as host was to be fulfilled, “live forever!”

“live forever!” you chorused, arms extending closer to each other before cheers erupted once again, louder this time, accompanying the crescendo of death on two legs. cups were brought to mouths, and taking your first sip you could’ve sworn you recognized that phrase, somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, but couldn’t seem to place it.

pulling chairs forward, everyone was sat. looking around, under the immense candle light their faces had a new glow, one that filled you with an unexplainable excitement. the night had begun.

the feast was lovely, you all agreed it must’ve been the best you’d ever had. though you could’ve just been drunk and hungry.

“this is the best food i’ve ever tasted.”

“best.” emphasized lorenzo.

mattheo covered his mouth, still chewing, “never been better.”

this conversation happened multiple times since you had started eating. each time blaise ended it by saying, “god we sound like our parents.”

the room smelled like the extravagant parties back home, the boys smoking their macanudo’s - inspirado black’s, they swore by - leaving strong cigar smoke lingering above you. pansy had drank enough to pull out her cigarettes, and one was passed around the table. your glass was bottomless, literally, allowing your feeling of weightlessness to continue.

the conversations around were indecipherable, you just sat picking at whatever food was left on your plate, intent on listening to the music in the background. the record player was enchanted, never needing for someone to get up and change the record; once the needle was down, and an album was over, a new one would take its place.

you took another sip of whatever it was in your glass, listening to the end of some song, what was going to play next didn’t even cross your mind until the beginning chords of a new one rang out. standing up suddenly, causing your drink to slightly spill on the hard wood, you gasped, “this SONG.”

your arm immediately shot out to pansy, who looked up at you mid-drag and smiled. you couldn’t even remember what song it was or where you had heard it before but you knew it was imperative to give it its own moment. meeting each other halfway, arms waiting for the other person and giggling, your hands interlocked with hers.

dancing, spinning around, and laughing; you had never felt so blissfully unaware. or dizzy.

more bodies appeared around the two of you, but ones you knew well and invited with the most love one could feel for another person. blaise’s boa wrapped around him and draco as they danced and sang, theodore holding a bottle of champagne while mattheo bent lower to waterfall it, and enzo grabbing both yours and pansy’s hands to spin you simultaneously.

you weren’t sure who’s laugh was who’s, or what song was playing, who’s hand you were holding, or what drink was being poured, not like any of it mattered. once again you had entered a bubble, impenetrable from the outside world.

the library couch was the comfiest in the whole chateau. the fire had been crackling for some time, accompanied by lorenzo’s piano playing on the west wall. he was actually the best you’d ever heard, though he shyly kept his talent close to his chest - until the proper moments.

you watched the embers pop off the fire mindlessly, not thinking about anything in particular. a book sat in your lap but it had been forgotten long ago, your unfocused eyes unable to retain the words. they were however able to travel upwards to the painting on the mantle, for the first time you truly looked at it - it was a group of people, slightly older than yourself. you immediately recognized lorenzo’s father, although here he was more handsome, his son certainly took after him. searching farther you spotted a woman, and after some staring you deduced it was bellatrix, her cheekbones being the exact same as mattheo and enzo. she truly was beautiful, regardless of the sinister look she was giving through the paint. you couldn’t make out the others, though you noted a boy, who was definitely younger than the rest, with curls that fit his face well and a solemn expression that carried a worlds worth of weight.

mattheo and draco sat on the rug, silently playing chess. they had become more and more fond of muggle chess as the summer went on.

pansy was sprawled out on the lounge chair to your right, the spaghetti straps of her dress daring to slip off her shoulders. her eyes were closed as she hummed - incorrectly - to the piano. she hung her head over the edge, causing her bangs to fall off her face, and her now open green eyes found yours. your smiles matched each other.

blaise, who was seated next to you on the couch, had his legs resting on the ottoman. he was holding a letter from his mother that had arrived a couple days ago, just now finding the time to read it. theodore was in the opposing lounge chair, eating the chocolates that accompanied the letter. she had sent them just for him - his favorites from honeydukes he had sorely missed. he watched mattheo and draco’s game intently.

“play that last one again.” you had called out to enzo.

he scooted his chair and looked over his shoulder, “liebestraum no. 3?”

“sure.”

“you like liszt?”

you paused, turning to face him and furrowing your brows in obvious confusion, before replying to the best of your ability, “…i like you?”

he gave a smile that was only reserved for you. liebestraum no. 3 began again.

you slumped down on your side, your feet now hitting blaise’s clothed thigh, he gave a tap to your ankle, indicating recognition but not taking his eyes off the letter. with your ear now against the armrest, your breathing slowed.

you focused on every sound. the chess pieces gliding across the wood board followed by draco’s or mattheo’s huffs of concentration, the faraway wind chime carrying in through the open window, lorenzo playing that piece you had grown to love in the last few minutes, the pops of fire, pansy’s subtle soft humming, and the crinkle of the papers blaise held.

your eyes closed, whether voluntarily or not you weren’t sure, but you didn’t fight it. overwhelming comfort and content had taken you, warmth from all over allowing absolute relaxation.

“hey… hey, wake up.”

“y/n… y/n…”

the harsh nudge of your arm made you open your eyes. squinting up, you could make out blaise and theodore. you, unintentionally, matched their tone by whispering back to them, “what?”

“wake up, we’re going for a swim.” blaise flashed you the same smile from the morning, it was so genuine even your groggy mind thought of how you’d never know anyone else with one like that. theo had moved on to wake pansy.

draco’s voice came from behind the couch, “she awake?” before an answer came he peered over from above and your eyes met, “lovely. now get pans and let’s go.”

sitting up and looking around you finally realized why everything looked different - the fire had gone out. now the only light was the full moon shining through the windows. the room was coated in silver.

you rubbed your eyes harshly to adjust and looked over to see pansy doing the same, “what do you want again?” her voice was raspy and tired.

“swimming.” you answered, standing up with the help of blaise’s hand. once to your feet you realized you were still in your dinner attire, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. you stuck an arm out to her. grasping it and standing, she opened her eyes wide and blinked rapidly. her voice was abruptly normal again, “well c’mon then.”

the boys were close behind the two of you, exiting the library. the entire manor was the same coloring of silver and blue. any other place and you would’ve been creeped out and uneasy, but in this place with these people, you could never feel anything other than safe.

going your separate ways from them to change, you and pansy walked the corridors, chatting nonsensically.

entering your room, you undressed quickly, happy to get the confining dress clothes from what seemed like hours ago, off of your body. you picked a bathing suit from drawers, tossing one to pansy too, who couldn’t be bothered to go to her room. both of you helped the other tie their suit.

voices in the hall approached your door, before a series of knocks. you both called back, “yeah?”

draco’s head peered in cautiously, before noticing you both were clothed, then opening the door fully to reveal the others. he held his arm up, “we’ve got towels, come on.”

all the boys said some iteration of come on and let’s go, eager to get out. rushing, you both were handed towels. excited chatter overtook the group, voices echoing and bouncing off the expansive walls. lorenzo appeared suddenly from the back, running, and yelling at the top of his lungs.

this triggered a domino effect, everyone was now chasing each other down the halls. something in the back of your mind told you to look around, and when you did, it seemed as though childhood had come back. playing games and having races with the same people that ran beside you now. watching their faces as they passed you saw summers long gone, of late night swims and early sun-basking mornings, dress up dinners and quiet library lounging. you ran and ran and ran.

your bare feet hit the concrete of the patio before hitting the dewy grass. though night, it was still warm, humidity latched to your skin. you had joined hands with blaise, a silent agreement. the moonlight illuminated the pond, beckoning you to come forward. it was just a ways away.

lorenzo had made it first, his shout as he jumped in rattling everything in a 10 mile radius. for the rest of the summer he would go on to say that he had to have made the world record for largest splash.

mattheo was close behind, so close in fact you thought he might land on enzo’s head, though he resurfaced just in time to watch him jump in and moved out of the way.

you and blaise were next, hand-in-hand again, running off the dock, your screams silenced by the water. cold consumed your entire body for the first time in months. it was relieving to have your body soaked in something other than sunscreen or sweat. feeling the last of your friends enter after you, you opened your eyes and found them. swimming to each other, you grazed skin as if to say even in water, i’m right by your side. if you didn’t need air, you would’ve considered staying down there forever.

breaching the surface and taking a deep breath, you brushed all the hair out of your face. you looked around to find some with droplets combing through from their hair to their eyelashes, and others with water slicked-back hair. each was breathing as heavily as you, half from having to catch their breath, half from pure exhilaration.

water splashed from all directions, making you squint and do the same. you weren’t sure who was splashing you for the fun of it and who was splashing you because you had splashed them. yelps and laughs were echoing off the surrounding trees. the plants were drinking well tonight.

“let’s play chicken!” someone had shouted over all the noise. cheers of agreement erupted from the chorus and subsequently the excessive pushing of water was halted.

you had fond memories of chicken. it used to be the boys on the girls shoulders, back when they all were still shorter than pansy and you. but now they were taller and had built quidditch bodies. as much as you believed in yourself, you didn’t desire feeling a draco sized weight on your shoulders.

“girls versus boys!” you announced.

theo shrugged, “not much of a competition.”

blaise took him by the shoulder, “ay, beware of the black haired one, she likes to go for the eyes.”

it was decided you and pansy versus theodore and lorenzo. they were a great duo, the two of them were the beaters on the quidditch team. they surely knew how to work together.

theo stood behind enzo, waiting for him to dip underwater.

“oi try not to pull the hair, i’ve got a sensitive scalp.” enzo reached a hand up and combed the back his head. theo looked like he was going to say something, before just shaking his head and sighing, “m’sure i’ll manage.”

a countdown from three began, then hitting one, you and lorenzo went under. water engrossed your entirety once more. feeling pansys hand upon your shoulder for balance, then her leg, you held on. within less than a few seconds she was securely on and you rose. you took a big breath once again, pushing your hair out of your face. the boys were in sync with you.

almost immediately pansy and theo were at each others throats. their arms went up, interlocking, and their bodies casted a shadow on lorenzo and you. it was like a tiny pocket. shouts came from beside you; blaise, mattheo, and draco each yelling out what could’ve been tips but when shouting over each other it really just sounded like a bunch of nothing. you were pretty sure whatever they were saying was going to be unhelpful anyways.

between keeping your balance, trying to push enzo, and still treading, you were determined to win.

“ah! ow! STOP TRYING TO PUT YOUR FINGERS IN MY EYES I CANT SEE!”

pansy clearly was as well.

it suddenly hit you who you were up against. this was lorenzo, the single most ticklish person you’d ever know. you weren’t sure why you hadn’t thought of it earlier. with a mischievous smile and lots of trust that pansy could remain on your moving shoulders, you reached to his bare stomach and began prodding at him.

just as you expected, he started to freak out. “hey! HEY!” he laughed between his shouts, “STOP- STOP THAT! NOT- FAIR!”

the boys on side were having a field day.

“ENZ!”

“I CANT-”

“DONT YOU DARE DROP ME.”

and with a strong push from pansy up top, and another prod to enzo’s side from you, both of their exclamation were stifled by gurgles of water.

pansy dived down, quickly coming up and hollering. cheers were shared all around, even from theo and enzo.

“let’s stick to quidditch.”

“agreed.”

in the midst of it all, you turned to face the house. it wasn’t foreign to any of you by any means, yet catching it in this moment you couldn’t help but feel amazed by its beauty. as if you were truly noticing it for the first time. it harbored your love within its stone. your love for this season, your love for this place, your love for these people. looking at the scene you saw your friends, you reached for them and they accepted, reaching for you. you heard their laughs, saw their smiles, and felt the same on yourself.

all in one breath you realized what lorenzo had said earlier was not just some toast; it was a definitive proclamation.

in this bubble of a world, you would live forever.

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yikesmary · 1 year

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TWO: LIVE IN BOYFRIEND — choi seungcheol x reader

summary: when you have to get used to choi seungcheol as your roommate and fake boyfriend.

notes: thank you guys for all the love you guys gave the first (technically first even if it’s not labeled as the first?) part of what I guess is becoming a series? depending on if I get ideas or not, uploading parts to this series may or may not take long. ill also be accepting ideas for the stories if you guys have any ideas!

btw this chapter focuses more on the contrast of how you and Seungcheol started as people who agreed to fake date vs how you guys will act now. you guys are still fake dating but to people it's very real because you guys act the part.

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"We need to discuss some ground rules," You said as you and Seungcheol walked around the mall, finding stores to browse through.

"What ground rules do we need? I live with you, and I pretend to be your boyfriend," he said.

"How did we meet? Who asked who out? Where was our first date? Do we let people know we're living together? How long do we say we're together?" You listed out, counting off with your fingers.

"Don't you have a class with Wonwoo?" Seungcheol suddenly asked.

"Jeon Wonwoo? Yeah, I do. Why do you know that?" you asked.

"We say that Wonwoo introduced us and we were friends for a while. I wanted to ask you out but you beat me to it. Our first date was me teaching you basketball, and it was not pretty." He teased.

"How'd you know I'm bad at basketball?" you questioned.

"I mean, when you nearly died after choking on noodles, I guessed you aren't the most graceful," he joked.

You rolled your eyes and hit him lightly on the shoulder. Spotting a store you wanted to go to, you grabbed Seungcheol's forearm and dragged him with you.

"Anyways, we should let people know we're living together. It tells people we're serious and your ex he's a jackass for breaking up with you the way he did," he said, grabbing a shirt and showing it to you to look at.

Nodding in approval, you grabbed the shirt and continued to look through the racks. "Besides creating a story of our relationship, we make other rules,"

"Like?"

You grabbed a few more items before going in line for the cashier. Counting how much money you had, you realized you had to return a few things. You tried walking out of a line but Seungcheol stopped you and shook his head.

"Like don't fall in love with each other," you said, and he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"We're not gonna fall in love with each other," Seungcheol said.

Once you guys were the next people in line, the cashier started scanning all of the items. Moving to pay, you stopped once you realized that Seungcheol already had his card out and was on his way to pay.

"You didn't have to do that," you told him.

"Think of it as a present. From one roommate to the other," he said.

"Anyways, what were you saying about not falling in love with each other?"

"Have you seen every movie that involves fake dating? The two main protagonists always fall in love without knowing!"

"Those are movies, this is real life,"

When you exited the store, you turned to face him. "How about we just agree to stay friends?"

"Just friends,"

"I'm home!" You called out, putting your keys in the bowl that Seungcheol put after you lost your keys and had to use his for the 3rd time.

When you entered the living room, you saw that your living room was filled with both yours and Seungcheol's friends sitting at every possible chair. "Hello Cheol and everyone who doesn't live here," you greeted.

"How was your nail appointment?" Seungcheol asked and you smiled and walked towards him to hold up your nails to show him.

He took your hands and observed them, "you chose the color I suggested," he said.

You shrugged, "I didn't have any other color ideas and it looked pretty,"

"Now, tell me, why are there twelve of our friends in our apartment when they don't live here?" you questioned.

"We didn't have any food!" Jeonghan interjected.

As if practiced, the sound of Minghao drinking a cup of tea and Jun eating something crunchy filled the room. Jihoon then opened a bag of candy, which caught the attention of others and they grabbed handfuls from the bag.

"And you finish all of ours?!" You jokingly shouted.

"You guys are supposed to go grocery shopping anyways," Seungkwan pointed out.

"Can you guys get more chips? You guys ran out of the ones I like," Vernon said with a mouthful of the chips as mentioned earlier.

"And soda!" Chan exclaimed.

"You tell me the word and I'll kick all of them out," Seungcheol offered.

Ignoring all of the shouted protests from your friends, you shook your head, "It's fine as long as Mingyu's cooking,"

Everyone in the room turned to Mingyu, who sighed and stood up to go to the kitchen. "Don't make a mess of our kitchen or else!" You called out.

"How about you change into comfortable clothes and I'll make these idiots decide on a movie," Seungcheol said.

"Nothing that's too scary or else Seokmin and Soonyoung will have nightmares," you reminded him.

"I don't think they'll get nightmares—" Joshua started saying, but a stern look from you cut him off.

"They'll get nightmares, nevermind," he backtracked.

"You make us sound like kids!" Soonyoung said.

"It's cause you are," Wonwoo commented.

"This is like a daycare," you muttered.

"Go change. I managed to get your favorite snacks away from the guys," Seungcheol told you.

You smiled at him before going to your room to change like you originally planned to.

Maybe this fake dating thing was going better than you thought it was going to.

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petricorah · 1 year

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Easy (a tiny zukka fic)

Sokka was, without a doubt, the smartest person Zuko knew--and he was a complete fool.

Zuko wasn't really sure how he could be both.

He had seen Sokka create some of the greatest plans and inventions, things Zuko could never dream of thinking up in a thousand years, and yet--

He'd also chosen to be with him. Which was markedly the most foolish decision possible.

"Hey," Sokka said, knocking Zuko's shoulder with his own.

They were sitting on the roof of one of the buildings near the palace, overlooking the Fire Nation city. It was the only place his advisors couldn't interrupt them. The sun had set a while ago, but the sky was just bright enough to make out Sokka's concerned features.

"What are you thinking about?" Sokka asked. "You got that look on your face."

Zuko's nose scrunched up. "What look?"

Sokka waved his hand in the air like he was grasping something intangible. "Like you're waiting for lightning to strike."

"I'm not thinking about anything," he grumbled.

Sokka snorted a laugh. "Come on. You're going to have to do better than that."

Zuko's frown deepened and he looked back over the city. Of course Sokka could read him.

Smoke curled from his fingertips. It was easy to pretend with the others. He always wore a scowl, so when he was in a bad mood, no one was the wiser. Except for Sokka. Somehow, Sokka could always tell the difference. He was always there, trying to make things better. Trying to be there for him. Being good to him, and Zuko wasn't...

Zuko didn't deserve him.

"I think we should end this."

"Yeah, it is getting pretty late," Sokka said, stretching his sore arms casually.

Zuko knew the wrappings and the compression sleeve on his arms hid countless battle scars. Several of them he'd gotten because of Zuko. Either inflicted by him as a teenager or now, from Sokka protecting him as the firelord.

"I'm exhausted," Sokka continued. "Suki and I spent the whole day sparring. Every time I think I get the upper hand, I end up flat on my butt--"

"No." Zuko's mouth tasted like ash. "We should end this. Us."

Sokka stilled, then dissolved in a confused chuckle. "What?"

Zuko's jaw clenched. "It was a mistake to begin with."

"What are you talking about?" His smile was gone now.

Zuko forced his gaze away, not wanting to see the pain creeping up on Sokka's features.

"We're over."

Sokka was a messy crier. Right now, his face was probably pinched like a lemon, with tears welling in his eyes--

"Nope."

Zuko blinked and looked at him in shock, but Sokka's expression was almost breezy.

"I don't accept," Sokka said loftily, leaning back casually like they were talking about what food to eat for dinner. "You'll have to try again some other time."

"Wha--are you even listening to me?" Zuko scrambled up to stand over him. "I said it's over. We're breaking up!"

"And I'm saying you better try harder," Sokka shot back. "Otherwise you're stuck with me."

Zuko closed his trap in surprise.

Sokka crossed his arms in a definitive nature that Zuko had grown accustomed to. It meant he was standing his ground, and that not even Toph could budge him. It was quite helpful as an ambassador, but now...

"That's not how it works!" Sparks ignited in his palms, prickling his skin.

Sokka got up, facing him on the edge of the roof.

It was dark now, and the only light was from the lanterns dimly illuminating the streets, and the lights bounced off Sokka's features as he spoke. "What, you think I'm going to let someone as great as you slip from my fingers that easily?"

Zuko's expression broke, and any semblance that he had control over this conversation shattered with his face.

"Yeah," Sokka said softly, and his shoulders dropped. "That's what I thought this was about." He reached forward, slowly taking his hand. He smoothed over Zuko's palm, putting out the smoke that threatened to erupt, even though the heat singed his gloves. "I'm not easy to get rid of," he murmured, tracing over his fingertips, blackened from ash. He tore his gaze up, meeting Zuko's eyes. "But you're easy to love."

Love?

Zuko knew that any relationship with him, romantic or not, was anything but easy. Zuko's throat closed with bile, and the only thing he felt other than his heart pounding in his chest was Sokka's warm touch.

Sokka smiled, and leaned forward, his thumb brushing against his scarred cheek. "Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done," he said. "It's easy when I make you smile, and I think about how that's all I ever want to do. It's easy when I wake up in the morning, and I'm trapped under your heavy arm that's a thousand degrees."

In spite of everything, Zuko's face twitched into a hesitant smile.

"It's easy when I see you help your people. It's easy when you listen to me drone on and on about my inventions, and when you laugh at all my bad sarcastic jokes." He closed the space between them, and all Zuko could focus on was his voice.

"And it's easy to love you now. Even when you're trying to push me away because you don't see the person I see."

Zuko's eyes flicked back and forth. Agni, he was the one who was going to ugly cry, wasn't he.

He hugged him, and Sokka staggered back from the weight, parts of the roof crumbling off beneath their feet.

"Roof, roof! We're on the roof!" He said, laughing, and finally found his footing with his heel partially over the edge, but he was smiling. "I love you, Zuko."

"I love you, too," Zuko said, mumbling against his neck as he held him tightly, and he didn't let go.

#writing this in one quick draft bc im in a car for four hours so not my uhhhhh best but it was quick and fun #myfic #zukka #zukka fic #i still have my modern au that's completely planned out but i always choose drawing lol #also i did this on mobile if the formatting is weird in sorryyyyy #the prince and the fool

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iguana-eyanna · 11 months

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Hey I was wondering if you do requests? If you do could you do a Gil x reader where she’s Betty’s tutor in science and he swears he’s never seen her (but they go to the same school) and he is so smitten. Also some sibling antics between the Rizzo siblings like in the show haha! I also LOVE your writing!

Omg yes!!! Love this concept. Here’s a little one shot I thought of.

T🪽Birds request: Meeting… Again (Gil)

"Ma! I got the groceries!" Gil said out loud as he kicked his boots off at the doorway.

Gil's mom comes at the door, smiling at her eldest as he came to pick up groceries for their family.

"Gil, I told you i'd get them after Betty's tutor session is done." she lightly scolded him as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Nah, it's not a problem. I dropped the guys off and had some time on my plate. Where is dear sister of mine?"

He asks, wanting to make fun of Betty as she failed her last science quiz at school.

"She's in the kitchen with her tutor. Don't interrupt, please." She said before making her way in their house. Once gone, Gil runs for the kitchen and starts his antics.

He was about to announce his presence till he saw you and Betty sitting at the table while you were pointing at the book.

"-and that's how you use the scientific method." You said, dropping your pencil as you pointed out the page with it.

Betty brightened up as she looks back at you.

"It's so easy to understand now! When Mr. Winslow explains it, my brain turns to mush."

"Yeah, I had Mr. Winslow when I was your grade. I thought he was from the planet Mars." You joke as both of you laugh.

"You had him too?" Gil asked out loud.

You and Betty look at him as you didn't realize he was in the room.

"Get away, Gil. I'm trying to study." Betty said sharply.

"Hey, I'm not the one failing science right now. I'm just trying to get to know this beautiful and smart lady in front of me who unfortunately had to take that old man's class." Gil said, offering his hand towards you.

You lightly scoff as you look at Gil.

"Well, we both took his class together at Betty's grade. Or have you forgotten that we've been going to the same schools since junior high?" You ask, slightly teasing him.

Gil's face falls and his sister tries to silence her giggles. One thing about you is that you're not afraid to say what's on your mind.

He thought that was so cool.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." He said, trying to chuckle it off as he straightened up.

Your features become softer as you give him a sympathetic look.

"It's alright. We're not really in the same classes now. I don't usually stand out for fun people like you, Gil." You said, making him feel more at ease.

Gil pretended to ponder, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Hmm, maybe I just have a selective memory. But I'm definitely not forgetting you anytime soon."

You two silently stare at each other, smiling until Betty interrupted, waving her arm to grab your attention.

"Hello? I didn't realize this tutor session turned into a date." She slightly yells out loud.

You and Gil break out of your trance as you cough in embarrassment.

"Sorry. Let's focus on chapter 5." You said, staring down at the book. Gil waves a small goodbye as he leaves you both alone and heads to his room, not knowing you were looking at him leave.

He slumps on his bed and looks up at the ceiling, sighing contently as all he could do was think of your smile.

That’s when he realized you got him twirled around his finger.

And he’s more than okay with that.

#gil rizzo #gil rizzo x reader #gil x reader #rise of the pink ladies #grease #grease rise of the pink ladies

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Dating Jay

A few months after our first date we made things official between us. Only Erin knows that Jay and I are dating. I know that we will have to tell Voight at some point but we both wanted to make sure we are sure about us.

The last few days we have been working on a drug case. We're stood outside the building we are about to check, getting our vests on then Jay and put some hoodies on over the top

"Let me help" Jay says walking over to me

"Thanks" I turn my back to him so he can do my vest up

"Ok Halstead YLN your in first. Have each other's back"

"Got it" we both go to the front door "open up" Jay bangs on the door "come on open the door" I hold on to Jays arm pretending to look nervous. The door opens a little

"Who are you?" The guy we know to be Riz asks

"You Riz?" Jay asks not answering the man's question

"Who's asking. Who are you?"

"Look man word on the street is you deal the good stuff. My girl here has run out and is starting to go in withdrawal. I'm begging you to give her a fix" the door opens up a little more and Riz looks around

"You got money?" Jay nods in response showing a stack of cash "ok stay here" the door shuts in front of us

"Jay something feels off" I tell him looking around

"He's going to get the drugs once we hand the money over we make the arrest. We have Dawson and Lindsay as back up" I nod my head knowing Jay is right. We have our vests on, but the deal seems off. The door opens up but instead of drugs the man is holding a gun at Jays head

"Get inside" the man says Jay gets out his gun before I can get mine out

"Drop the gun. It's four against one right now so drop the gun" I warn Riz who just chuckles

"Drop the gun Riz" Jay warns again. He now points the gun at me. He shoots before running off thankfully hitting my vest

"Holy shit" I drop my gun and hold my stomach

"Shots fired. Dawson Riz is coming your way"

"Hey baby your gonna be ok"

"Yes I am but Jay you need to go clear the house. I'm not going anywhere" I joke

"Don't even joke about that" he shakes his head

"Suspect down" Jay and I hear in the radio. Voight then walks over to us

"YLN you ok?"

"I'm fine just winded" I tell him as Jay helps me sit up and starts to take my vest off

"I still want you to get checked out YN" Voight says "Halstead take her to Med" Jay nods helping me up

"I'm fine"

"Ba...YN come on boss said to get you checked out" he says and we start to walk away from Voight "and so does your boyfriend" Jay whispers to me so no one can here. I roll my eyes.

"Nothings broken, your just going to have one hell of a bruise there"

"Thanks Will" Jay pats his brother on his shoulder. Will gives Jay and I a smile before leaving us

"You nearly called me babe earlier. You need to be more careful"

"What if I don't want to be carful anymore" Jay says as he helps me off the bed

"Huh?" I frown "what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I want to tell Voight about us. If we just ask for new partners then maybe neither of us will have to leave intelligence"

"Jay, Voight said..."

"I know what he said, but I also know how I feel about you" Jay places a hand on my face and leans in to peck my lips

"Ok"

We stand outside Voights office waiting for him to let us in

"Come in" taking a deep breath Jay and I enter "YN what did the hospital say"

"Nothing serious just some bruising"

"Great. Go write up your report..."

"Actually we both request new partners" Jay says for the both of us

"Why?" Voight frowns "I thought you got on well"

"A little to well" I mutter

"You didn't keep it in your pants did you?" Voight sighs "so you fucked now it's awkward, well that's tough..."

"No we're dating" I say "for two months now"

"Ok. This is what we're gonna do. Halstead your now with Lindsay, YLN your with Dawson from now on. Go inform your new partners"

"So we're still in intelligence"

"Yes as long as you keep love life and work life separate"

"Thank you" I smile

"Off you go" Jay and I leave Voights office smiling

"Well that went better than expected" I say going back to my desk.

#jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #jay halstead x yn #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x oc #one chicago #chicago pd

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tboyandor · 5 months

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a little melshian one-shot I wrote a while ago! I want to write more for them but finals have been kicking my ass.

this is 100% inspired by @amy-thystt's beautiful piece of art, everything about it just captured my imagination and I had to write this!!

thank you for reading, fellow melshian-enjoyers :)

(also, Melshi calls him Cassian in this because I had just read a fic where he tells him his real name while they're still in prison, and I liked it, but I also like other versions I've read where he tells him his name later, so idk)

Cassian and Melshi were running, and they had been running for hours, and Melshi’s feet were burning. He figured Cassian's were too, but he would take this burn any day to the burn of a frying.

“Melshi,” Cassian cried out hoarsely from somewhere behind him. Melshi stopped and turned around instantly. Cassian looked exhausted, like he might pass out. “I… can't run anymore. Need to rest… for a minute.”

“Sure,” Melshi replied, his eyes scanning the sky for a moment before looking back down to Cassian. “We're safe, for now.”

Then he led Cassian gently by the shoulders to a large boulder that they could hide behind.

Cassian let his back slide down the boulder, and collapsed to the ground. Melshi sat down beside him, and leaned his head back against the cool stone, looking up into the wide expanse of the dark blue sky.

Next to him, Cassian was sitting with his knees tucked up against his chest, shivering.

“Hey, c’mere,” Melshi said softly, and reached out to wrap an arm around Cassian.

Cassian looked up at Melshi, and blinked a few times, considering him, before accepting the offered embrace, allowing himself to be cuddled to Melshi’s chest.

Melshi took a moment to move Cassian’s legs so that his feet were tucked underneath Melshi's legs, thinking that it might help to warm them for him.

Cassian cuddled closer to Melshi in response, burying his face in the crook of Melshi's neck. Cassian's nose was cold against Melshi's skin, but he didn't mind. Melshi wrapped his long arms tightly around Cassian's smaller frame and squeezed him gently, rubbing his back and shoulders and any part of him he could reach to help warm him up.

Cassian let out a soft noise, not of contentment exactly, not in their circumstances, but whatever it was, Melshi felt himself blinking back tears, and he held Cassian tighter.

“I've got you,” Melshi whispered against Cassian's hair. “Whatever happens now, I've got you.”

Cassian wrapped an arm around Melshi's middle, and held on tightly.

“I know we shouldn't have stopped,” Cassian murmured, his voice sounding raw and defeated.

“No, it's good,” Melshi replied quickly, stroking the side of Cassian's face with one hand. “There's no way we could have kept going like that forever. And I can't have you collapsing on me. I need you, Cassian.”

Melshi said his name with the same purpose he had once said his false moniker.

“I don't know,” Cassian said. “I feel like I'm weighing you down right now, like you're carrying me through this. I want you to get out of here.”

Cassian said those last words with urgency, clutching the front of Melshi’s shirt tightly in his fist. His voice sounded strangled, like he might cry.

“I'm not going anywhere without you,” Melshi said, echoing Cassian's same urgency back to him, moving enough so that he could look Cassian in the eye. “Like you said before we jumped, we made it. Anything good that happens next, I count as extra. And you just wait, it'll be your turn to carry me soon enough. That's the only way we'll make it any further, relying on each other, looking out for each other.”

Slowly and carefully, Melshi disentangled Cassian's hand from the material of his shirt, and kissed the rough skin of his knuckles.

The way Cassian looked back at him nearly took his breath away. There was something almost dreamy about his expression, and his dark eyes shone with such love, Melshi could almost pretend for a moment that they were just two silly teenagers, here to make out under the stars.

To further the fantasy, just for a moment, Melshi leaned down and pressed his lips softly against Cassian's.

Cassian deepened the kiss in response, and brought his hand up to trace Melshi's cheek and jaw with his fingertips, before cradling the back of his neck.

“We'll carry each other, then,” Cassian said very quietly when they parted, bringing his head back down to rest against Melshi's shoulder.

“Yeah, we will,” Melshi agreed. “You try to get some shut-eye for a few more minutes, hm? I'll keep watch, wake you up when it's time to get moving.”

“Okay,” Cassian said, sounding half-asleep already. “I love you, Melshi.”

Melshi felt the words whispered against his neck more than he actually heard them.

“I love you, too, Cassian,” Melshi replied, unable to keep the tremor of emotion and love out of his voice.

Then he held Cassian tight, moved his gaze upwards to the sky, and let his tears fall.

#melshian #my fic #fic #cassian x melshi #cassian andor #cassian andor x ruescott melshi #ruescott melshi #melshi #andor #andor series #andor s1 #star wars andor #andor fic #andor fanfiction

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silversainz · 2 years

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Hi! I love your work, and I will take advantage of my free moment.. to ask you if you can make an imagine of Esteban Ocon jealous of the reader and his friendship with another driver (who is the ex of the reader)? Thanksss <3

jealously, jealously

esteban ocon x reader

summary: esteban can't stand the fact that Mick Schumacher got all your attention tonight and so he decides to do something about it (obviously based on the request, uptop)

warnings: some angst if you squint, mentions of drinking, lots of jealously, like one cuss word, light fluff. Not proofread, probably some errors.

esteban knew he shouldn't feel like this, you weren't his and he wasn't yours simple as that. but the amount of jealously and anger that was consuming his body that night, from the way you left him at the bar alone and walked over to mick, sitting down right beside him all happy and ready to start your night with him, even though you were supposed to be spending it with him. made him feel beyond pissed off and the way Mick's eyes wandered over your body in that tight dress you decide to wear tonight, licking his lips and just very casually laid his hand on your thigh gripping it, while you showed absolutely no reaction just placed your hand on top of his and left it there.

gripping onto the glass in his hands that contained a strong alcohol beverage, he took in a deep breath trying to relax himself, but the longer he just stared at you and Mick, the more he noticed how much higher Mick's hand was going up on your thighs and was getting closer and closer to going under your dress. he clenched his jaw, his knuckles getting whiter as he still held on to the glass in his hand, which he decided to set down, in case he actually broke it in his hands.

god he felt stupid and embarrassed for feeling like this. he knew very well that you and Mick were exes, but we're still very good friends, who talked on the regular basis and pretty sure flirted with each other on a daily basis Everytime you two saw each other on the grid, and that also made people question if you two even broke up, but they decided to not ask and keep their mouths shut.

but as a result of that. esteban made a promise to himself, that he wouldn't fell for someone like you, someone that was not only way out of his way out league, but also the ex of his best mate. stealing one more glance at the two of you, he saw you looking at him and throw him a small wave, before returning your attention back to mick. esteban shook his head, took in another deep breath and got up from his seat. he shoved a shot down his throat, fixed the selves on his white button up shirt and started walking towards you both.

As he got closer and closer he heard the sounds of your laughter and Mick's laugher mixed together, and that made him question if he should have just stayed sitting at the bar alone and continued shoving drinks down his throat, to get you off his mind. but his legs continued on walking and so he knew there was nothing he could do now.

"hey buddy, there you are" mick's enthusiastic spoke voice up and god his breath smelled like so much alcohol mix together. "I thought you left" he shook his head at Mick and sat down beside him, moving all the empty shot glasses out of the way, so he could lean on the table.

"nope. was just chilling at the bar. y'know alone. my friend kinda ditched me" his voice was laced with so much bitterness and that made you and mick shift in your seats uncomfortable.

"shit, fuck, I'm sorr-

"No it's fine, don't worry about it" he cut you off before you had time to apologise. again the tension at the table returned. Mick looked at his phone checking the time and let out a fake grasp, pretending to realize the time.

"damn I didn't realize the time. I better get going. i-we have early practice in the morning." mick looked between esteban and you, giving you both a soft smile, but you knew there was a hint of uncomfortableness behind it. You cleared your throat as you got up from your seat to give him a hug goodbye, the tension was starting to feel very thick and so uncomfortable.

"see you later hum. I'll be cheering you on" esteban rolled his eyes at your words and looked at the very interesting painting's on the wall. god he couldn't stand to see you and Mick together anymore.

as soon as Mick left. you turned and looked at esteban who was still looking at the painting's on the wall. "So we're just not going to talk about what just happened?" you leaned over on the table and jumped slightly when esteban turned to look at you slowly, like in some horror movie.

"what is there to talk about?" He asked all causal, like he hadn't just made the mood in the room so uncomfortable for you and mick.

"um how about the fact, you were acting, I don't know weird?" esteban laughed and you grew concerned "look if this is about how I abandoned you at the bar. I'm sorry, I haven't seen Mick in awhile. we just wanted to catch up and-

"oh catching up is that it" esteban cut you off again and you became confused when he got up from his seat and sat down on the one beside you "yes, catching up, y'know something that friends do. every once in awhile" you continued on and stared at him. before a smile grow on your face. "Oh I see what's happening" now it was esteban's turn to look confused.

"are you mister-ocon, jealous, that Mick Schumacher, got all my attention tonight?" You poked at his arm, teasing him and gigged when you saw the light blush appear on his face. " yeah maybe I am" esteban said with way too confidence, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"honey, if you wanted my attention. you literally could have just pulled me away from him and brought me a drink instead" you poked at his arm again, causing him to grab your hand locking his hand with yours. "well how about I buy you a drink now and maybe I can get your attention for the rest of the night" esteban asked while looking at you

"y'know what. I would love that" esteban smiled and decided now was the time to say fuck it and risk it "and how about after this, I can perhaps take you home, to my place" he smirked when he saw how red your cheeks got and how you dropped your head into his shoulder, hiding your face from him."Yeah I would love that to"

Sand me some more request for this man. because I'll gladly write them all day long!

#esteban ocon #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon x you #esteban ocon imagine #esteban ocon fanfic #esteban ocon drabbles #esteban ocon oneshots #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #f1 #formula 1 fluff #formula 1

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peachymilkandcream · 6 months

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Break Me Slowly|Part 15|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: It's so crazy to think that 15 parts is already here, and the amount of love and support shown to these two has been amazing! As stated before but incase anyone didn't see, NSFW and smut will not be cut out of the main story! There will still be smut scenes and the dom Levi we all know. Thank you guys so much for the support, and once this series ends I would love to do one in the same universe but it's not only Reiner's POV but a Reiner x reader because let's be honest the one-sided pining is killing us. Also you guys will be able to tell that I've been waiting to write this chapter.)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Get out, get out, that's all she could think about. It was gone, everything Evelyn wanted was gone. Where even was Reiner? Was he killed too? All the people crushed by rubble, it was just like the Titans all over again. She was too late, she didn't stop whatever was supposed to happen from happening. So many dead, all because of her, and now Levi was here, he was coming to take her away. The terror gripping her is finally what made her stop, Gabi's hand slipping out hers.

"What are you doing? We're supposed to be running-"

A shake of the head clears her thoughts enough to form a stupid lie. "I-...I should go help the others- they're in danger and I have to help-!" Evelyn sprints in the opposite direction, pretending to return to the heated battle. When in reality she ducks down the nearest alleyway, forcing her head between her legs and sitting on the ground to calm her breathing, her own vomit staining the ground. She was a damn coward, countless battles she had fought in her career, a hardened veteran, one of the few who made it back, and because of one man she was shaking in fear. "Get ahold of yourself-"

"Miss? Miss are you alright? We can bring you to safety-"

Evelyn looks into the face of a Marley soldier, but all she sees in the rifle in his hand, with that she could keep Levi away. A thought comes to mind, a plan racing through her mind. "I can't get up, I think the rubble injured my leg-"

The soldier looks around before pulling a wobbly crutch from the body of a dead civilian. "Will this help?"

She nods and takes it, standing in mock pain. Now facing forward he can see the armband Reiner gave her, while it was red like the other warriors, the soldier still made a face of disgust. "Come with me Eldian."

The moment he turns, she raises the crutch as high as she can and brings it down on his head with the most force she can muster, the sickening crack on his skull ringing in her ears.

The man falls, and Evelyn uses the situation to grab the rifle and fire a shot off into his head, no witnesses, no one Levi could find and torture for the truth. Sure she was thinking a little too far ahead but she didn't doubt Levi's methods of returning her to his clutches. She takes off, running and running, not sure where else to go but away from the chaos.

But even if she did, where would she go? As long as they both lived he'd come looking for her. Every corner of the earth would be scoured until she was safe again his bed. Evelyn stopped dead in her tracks and stared down at the gun, what if...during all this Levi was killed in action by an unknown bullet? She'd be safe, she could go home..

Hope of a better life propelled her to the top of that building, there was no scope but she had a full clip of bullets. She searched for him among the screams and blood, Eren's carnage almost made her lose her nerve of being so close to the frontline. But the glimpse of her husband focused her once again.

A shot was fired, and missed, if only he would stop moving she could aim properly. Another shot and missed, and another, and another. She was desperate, not taking the time to aim as she should as the thought of returning to him filled her mind. The dreaded click of an empty chamber made her freeze, there had to be more! She couldn't be out! Not now! Evelyn threw the gun down on the roof tiles, frustrated, she had to find more.

"It's one of those dirty devil warriors." A voice from behind her said.

She turns, three soldiers close in on her, she couldn't get down now without breaking a leg, or her neck. How stupid did she have to be to not check her surroundings? Now she was vulnerable and at the mercy of gravity or the whims of angry men. Slowly Evelyn backed to the edge, she didn't have a plan, what could she do? Her feet struggled to stay on the tip of the roof, before eventually slipping, making her lose her balance and plummet rapidly towards the approaching ground.

The wind whistled in her ears as she fell, maybe finally she would die and be free of this hell. She didn't want to die, but maybe this was a sign that it's what needed to happen. The child in her stomach would perish as well, but maybe that was for the best, if she lived then she could love and nurture it, and not leave it to its cruel father. All this and more rushed through her head, her life achievements, and what little they amounted to.

She hit something, and then she was rising. If this is what the afterlife was it wasn't so bad, warmth and rising towards heaven. She felt...safe. A rare thing to feel.

It lasted until her eyes travelled up, Levi's face not focused on her, but on where they were going. He had snatched her from the paradise of life after death, selfishly wanting to keep her alive long enough to satisfy his desire.

She was set down in the floating ship, Levi taking only a moment to check her for any injury before flying off again. He didn't know, he couldn't have known that she had just tried and failed to kill him, if he did, he wouldn't act so concerned. Or maybe he had changed, but no, the thought was too ridiculous, he could never change.

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Levi studied his wife as he took off his gear, the death of his Scouts and even that of Sasha's was irrelevant when it came to her. What had she been doing in Marley? Why hadn't she made contact according to Eren. What kept her so damn busy? The way she avoided eye-contact wasn't helping his suspicions either.

"Evelyn." His voice was stern as he stood beside her.

"Captain." Her voice was cold, unfeeling, like her fear had died down.

His eye twitched before his foot contacted her jaw, busting her lip open and making it bleed, her face would bruise soon. "I don't like your attitude. You're gone for this long and this is how you treat me?"

Evelyn wipes her lip, studying the blood for a moment. "Nice to see you again too honey-"

"Watch it. Keep it up and I'll have you blow me in front of everyone."

To her credit she remains quiet, not daring to push him further but eyeing him with discontent.

"Much better. Now are you hurt anywhere?"

"Just a couple scratches and bruises."

"Glad to hear it, Petra!"

Almost instantly the woman in question appears, most likely waiting for a chance to be near her Captain again. She's all smiles looking at him, but her expressions change a few times when looking at Evelyn. "You called for me Levi?"

"Make sure my wife is fed and kept warm, she's done a lot in the past month." Levi takes his long green military coat and puts it around Evelyn's shoulders. "I'll be back love." With a kiss on the forehead he exits, most likely to interrogate their new prisoner.

The two women scowl at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Eventually Petra does, her arms crossed. "Hungry?"

"Well actually-"

"You know I was actually hoping to talk to you about something."

"I mean, go ahead?"

"Since you've been gone Levi's been kind of, needy- It's obvious that he never gives you a moment's peace does he?"

"I guess you could say so, why?"

"Be honest, you can barely keep up with his appetite. And, in the name of friendship, I've found a way to help get him off your back."

Evelyn is surprised, she always had a sneaking suspicion Petra didn't like her, but now she was willing to make her married life better. "Oh really? What is it?"

"Why don't you think about, opening your marriage?"

She blinks a few times to make sure she heard correctly. "Excuse me?"

"Well then he could have another outlet for his desires and you could get some rest."

"And let me guess, you want that outlet to be you?"

She blushes. "I-I'm not saying that, but I'd be open-"

Evelyn scoffs. "Of course you are, you're just looking to sleep with my husband you fucking whore."

Petra becomes visibly angry, upset that Evelyn would call her out like this. "How dare you! He should've been with me from the start, you just toy with his feelings and don't give him the love he deserves!"

"You don't know a damn thing about my marriage Petra, you don't know what kind of person he is. You don't know the things I know. You're head over heels to a man you've only scratched the surface on, I know who he is, I know what he is. And damn it he's the biggest fucking asshole known to man but I'll be damned if some bitch thinks it's fine to suck his dick when he's got a ring on his finger."

She's shocked and offended that Evelyn threw her love for Levi out the window like that. How dare she, Petra should push her right out the window and rid Levi of this bitch. Even as Evelyn steps in the opposite direction that Levi had come from minutes ago Petra can barely control the rage building up inside her. If only she knew while plotting such murderous thoughts that there was someone on the other side of the door listening in on their conversation.

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The one thing Evelyn never missed about the Survey Corps was reports, meaningless hours of eye-witness details surrounding a mission. It felt like no matter how much she described Erwin and Levi were still suspicious of what had exactly gone on, however she couldn't exactly blame them, telling either of them about the pregnancy was out of the question, they couldn't know.

"And you say that Braun offered you a place to stay out of his own free will? What could have been his angle?"

This was the part she kept repeating, while the two had been equally interrogating her when it came to describing her time with Reiner, Levi was deadly quiet.

"That's correct, although I suspect the angle was to win my trust."

Levi stared at his wife, jealousy burning through him, that punk bastard had tried to seduce his wife, he knew it. Taking her in to pounce on her vulnerability. If he ever saw that asshole again he would make sure he would never see another sunrise.

He glanced up and saw a familiar shape filling the small crack in the doorway. Exhaustion had kept either from mentioning the altercation Evelyn had with Petra the night before, and much to his annoyance exhaustion had kept them from doing something else he wanted too, but that was for another time.

"Will you excuse me a minute Commander?"

Erwin nods and Levi takes his leave, quickly stepping into the hall and chasing Petra down the hall.

"Petra wait-"

She turns, sunshine and rainbows as if their last interaction had never happened. "Captain?"

He puts on a mask of embarrassment. "About last time...I'm sorry, I just, reacted. I was testy over Evelyn being gone for so long. I hope there aren't any hard feelings."

She beams. "Of course not-! I understand, I do. And it's okay, it's been rough on you."

"Tell me about it. Ever since she came back-" He sighs. "I don't know, she's not the same."

"Oh?" The lack of concern in her voice is blatant, but he chooses to ignore it.

"She's just been avoiding me, and...I don't know. This isn't the place to talk about it."

Petra boldly touches his arm. "Is there somewhere you'd like to talk about it?"

"Well...she's in for interrogation, so the house will be empty. If you'd like."

Right on schedule she agrees, taking his arm as the two take the short walk home.

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When they arrive he sets her down in the living room, choosing to sit beside her and rest his hand on her leg. "It's been a while since it was just us Petra."

Once again her cheeks colour. "Yes it has..."

"Why did we stop?"

"Well, your marriage, it didn't seem right."

He sighs. "My marriage. What a mistake."

"You really think so?"

"If I had known I would be denied my marital rights I would've gone to someone else ages ago."

"Oh you poor thing, you're needy aren't you?" She takes his head in her hands, turning him towards her.

"So needy-" His voice is husky as she brings him in towards her lips. Until suddenly he pulls away. "Wait, not like this. I want it to be special."

"It?" She asks nervously.

"The moment you've been waiting for right?"

"Well, yes-"

"Then wait right there and close your eyes."

She follows his instructions, excited to finally have the moment she's been dreaming of come true. Her, and the love of her life. They could be together and he would leave Evelyn for her. Tingles raced up and down Petra's skin as she heard his footsteps renter the room, although she silently cursed herself for not wearing sexier panties into work today.

"I'm ready for my surprise now Levi." She says, heart racing as she hears him closer, letting out a little giggle. "Aren't you going to say something? Keeping me in suspense here."

Unease fills her, he was quiet, too quiet. Just as she's about to open her eyes his soft hands come to her neck, comforting her instantly. She was so wrong to doubt him.

"Shh my love...you'll have your reward now."

Petra could melt, how could Evelyn not appreciate this sexy and thoughtful man, getting this every night would be heaven. She sighs, truly this was worth the wait.

Or it was, until Levi's belt tightened around her neck, cutting off air. Her eyes flew open, clawing at him, the leather, anything, but there was no give.

"Evelyn was right you know, there's a lot you don't know about me." His voice was still that velvety soft calm.

She fought harder, she couldn't even cry out, he was too strong, this isn't what she imagined.

"You could never have truly loved me Petra." He chuckles once. "I'm not the man I seem to be. I rape my wife every night in an attempt to get her pregnant, beat her within an inch of her life if she refuses. I've starved, hit, overstimulated, and denied Evelyn every sensation, all to break her mind and make her my perfect housewife. I forced her to marry me after blackmailing Erwin, claiming anyone else she's crazy if the truth comes out." Again he laughs. "It's kinda nice getting this all out to someone. Thank you."

Petra feels weaker with each second, her attempts to fight back less and less potent.

"When I catch her trying to escape I lock her away, she's my prisoner. And anyone who comes between us, like you, is disposed of." He increases the pressure on her throat. "I've killed twelve people in the past month alone, I guess after you I'll have to break the unlucky number."

She feels herself fading, the image of this perfect man shredded before the stars in her eyes. Her world fading to black at the hands of the man she once loved.

"You got in between us Petra, only I have a right to say those things to my wife. You've insulted her and our marriage for the last time. May the fiery pits of hell open up for you my friend."

Levi drops her limp body, pushing it from the couch to the floor, making quick work of going to the shed and returning with an axe. Swinging blow after blow as he cuts her body to ribbons. Blood splatters everywhere, but in the high of death it barely phases him, this is how far he would go for his beloved.

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Evelyn opens the door to the house, she was a little surprised Levi let her walk home alone but she wasn't one to complain about a bit of freedom. It was dark and quiet, it seemed like no one was home at first, until she noticed the flicker of the fireplace in the living room.

"Levi? Are you home?"

As she steps in the room her whole body freezes, the blood, the body, all of it sinking in. She was horrified, but it didn't affect her as much as it should have. Levi's murderous rampages had become normal as of late, and she had killed a maid or two herself.

He sits on the couch in front of the body, smoking, he only did this when he had killed someone, the smoke filling the air hiding his piercing gaze.

"Come here." He motions to her without meeting her eyes.

With nothing to say she complies, sitting beside him on the couch, staring at the disfigured mess that was Petra. He was terrifying, but she knew he would protect her at whatever cost, that was oddly comforting.

Evelyn held her stomach, praying that she could find some way to tame this monster before his child was born.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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i love saito. i love that uchikoshi does not know or care what's wrong with him. i love that everyone else in the game has real life medical issues and his brain issues are just "i don't fucking know he kills people. we're doing a Bit about Love And Family. he's got Murders People disease."

i love whatever's going on in both versions of in the VaiN. and that when someone asked uchikoshi what was with the scene at the end of the hit route with So was he was like "he's fucked up. you know how it is." and that was the full explanation.

everything he does as a-set especially in the arg videos is so so so funny. this man is having the time of his life pretending to be a fucked up and evil teen idol streamer. "this is your idol" "be seeing you. but you won't be seeing me" i will shove him in a locker also i know i already drew it but "this is kaname date he's a real hot piece of twink ass but unfortunately his personality is awful. he lost his memory or something i don't care" is everything to me

love that he's making this incredibly intricate plan to ruin the life of this random fucking guy he CHOSE to bodyswap with on a whim because he... what, he escaped out the window? you really just wanted him to sit there while you killed a guy as rohan, realised the oxytocin release didn't carry over also half your vision is fucked now, swap back, and then kill him so he can't narc? that was Theft Done To Personally Spite You? anyway he's doing all that and he's like "i mean i guess i'll kill my dad while i'm at it" and i love that.

i'm. still thinking about "killed by your own father" why are you pretending to be your own dad shooting yourself in the middle of your last ditch "well whatever plan's fucked may as kill him" moment!! just another one of your "i'm technically not lying teehee" bits?? (and i KNOW the reading that it's about mizuki but that makes even less sense to me. & i'm a 'most cringefail reading possible' truther.) i really do love 'i didn't lie, i kept my promise' just to be a jackass

i love that he's so candid about talking about his murders and says shit like "homicide is my hobby" but when it comes to shooting people he either says some bullshit like "blowing their brains out" or calling them "fireworks" or it's about date "watching them die." the only time he calls it "shooting" is when someone else is doing it. and normally that sort of thing reads as 'distancing yourself from the crimes' but wouldn't that be fucking wild lmao. i think it reads more like it's above just shooting? it's art! perfect, beautiful art of a lonely moment in time.

and all the "(you were) a murderer. a serial killer" "have you been using other men's names for so long that you've forgotten your own" talk feels like it should be leading into a "we're not so different you and i" but it never does. (i'd be tempted to say it's just self restraint on the part of the writing team but i find that VERY hard to believe given the. everything. about every uchi game.) like he hates date but he views himself as above him and he can't pull himself down to date's level, even to upset him. he's just taking hypocritical shots at date because he knows he cares about "justice" and "morality" and garbage like that, without acknowledging their similarities

i'm normal? i'm normal.

#sorry this is 5x longer than i thought it would be i only slept like 20 minutes last night i am lightly deranged #don't read this. all my takes are always correct.#but don't look at me. but i'm right.#i need to know if i'm wrong about any of this to avoid embarrassing myself in the future. but you can't tell me i'm wrong or i'll die.#you know how it is.#i could keep going but i have to stop this was how the dog rant started and i Cannot make another dog rant length post #it's the one literate thing i've ever written and that's fine. i can't start being a guy who has opinions about media.#aitsf spoilers #saito sejima #also if i write anything it has to be with a ridiculous framing device #so i can call it 'the dog rant' and say i wrote 3.5k words about the random dog npc in yongenjaya #it's not funny otherwise. and there's no point if it's not funny.#could i make a dog rant length post about the sejima family without even getting into the sequel?#probably #but oh the mortifying ordeal of having takes #i love bideo gane. thanks for reading. don't read this post. please un-read this post.

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XCOM au, discussion of past major character death, complicated feelings. Also for sake of sense ElQuackity is just El. I'm not... Hugely great on Roier in terms of character or early QSMP lore so... I just hope its fine. He's... Having a very bad day, and so not especially silly. Set just after a mission I haven't written, one where Ramon is collected and Spreen is confirmed as dead. Trump's been around a month or so.

implied ex possibly onesided Roier/Spreen, referenced ex Fit/Spreen, referenced ex Maxo/Dan. It's mostly Roier and Missa, but they get gatecrashed before fully resolving their shit.

It's late, and they're off shift, and the bar is busy. Roier sits alone in the corner, but for Quackity pouring him glass after glass of the shitty wine. El is serving shots at the other end of the bar, while Maxo, Wilbur, and Tubbo fight over who is in charge of entertainment tonight. Bad's watching the kids as they have a sleepover in the common room, and lets the parents destress after a rough couple of weeks.

And then there is Missa, hiding behind his hood and his avian, throwing glances at Roier every third step.

Roier... Does not want this conversation. He's too burnt out to be cheerful, too tired to stay polite; he has never wanted this conversation, and certainly not in a noisy bar, but... But Spreen is dead and Missa is here, and while they've settled into one another someday they need to kill the elephant in the room.

He gestures him over.

Philza lets him go, and hesitantly Missa comes.

"Missa," Roier raises his glass to the other man.

The hood is tugged down further, hands wrapped in his sleeves in an almost childish attempt at self-comfort, "Roier. How... Are you holding up?"

Roier shrugs, and pretends the truth isn't true, "I'm fine. We kinda knew this was coming anyway, didn't we?"

"It feels different," Missa hesitantly takes a seat, and Quackity brings him a bottle of... Something fruity before vanishing back to surely cause problems for the rest. "I knew he was gone, but now he's... Actually gone?"

"He was always there before," Roier agrees, and forces Missa to meet his eyes. "Still is, in some ways."

"We loved him," Missa says.

"I would have seen him dead," Roier replies. "I was supposed to be the one to kill him."

And Missa smiles, and Roier is surprised to see that the tears dripping over the teeth of his tattoo are quiet ones, "I'm sorry."

Roier glares, "he murdered my dogs, threw me out of my home, injured and to die, and you believed every word he said. You said to my face you were on hid side. You can't just-" Roier notices him getting louder, and clasps it back down. "You can't just apologise it away, Missa."

"He's my brother," Missa says, as if it explains everything. "You- You were just his friend! He was my brother! He loved me, he loved me so much, he taught me and believed in me and kept me safe! And I thought he loved you - why wouldn't I believe him?!"

And Roier can't handle this, so he grabs the bottle to pour himself more wine, and prays for the best. "Missa, it's fine."

"It isn't fine!" And when did Missa grow the spine to argue back? "It's not fine! It's not! Because you're here and I'm here and he's not, and I love him, I love my brother, but he hurt you and I hurt you and it's not going to be okay again!"

"Do you even want it to be okay again?" Roier asks. "Do you even care?!"

"I'm trying!" Missa replies. "I'm trying, but I don't know where you want me to meet you! I watch your back, and I worry when you're hurt, and you must worry about me because I've seen you linger, but what are we?! What are we if Spreen is gone?!"

"We're friends," Roier replies, because that is what they always were. He downs the glass because if he's doing this, he's not doing it sober. "I loved him and you love him and I hate him. He tore out my heart and left me to die. He was my first love, my best friend, and the man who would have been my killer. You... You're not any of that, Missa, you're just..."

What even is Missa?

The man is still, frozen, quiet.

"You're just the little brother of the best and the worst man I ever knew and god damn it I loved him once, and I hated him too, but he's dead and you're here and you're," Roier scrambles for words. "I don't hate you, Missa. I hated your brother, but he's dead, and I think I'm too tired to hate anyone anymore."

"I missed you," Missa admits. "For years. I know Spreen wanted what was best, and I used to believe he knew what that was, but I missed you anyway."

And maybe that means more to Roier than the apology.

Because he's tired, and he's bitter, and it's been years - he's found a new love now, but he needs to know...

He needs to know he was missed, just like he missed them.

Hesitantly Roier reaches out, and touches the now sobbing Missa's shoulder. Missa folds against him, and Roier...

"I missed you too," he admits. "I missed him too."

They stay like that a while. It's Maxo who interrupts them, having abandoned his quest to DJ tonight in search of a drink - not shots like El offers, but an actual bottle of his own choice.

He looks at the two, curious.

"Dead loved ones club," Roier tells him, half as a joke.

Maxo pulls up a stool, and joins them both. He slumps against the bar, and says, "we haven't found proof Dan is dead, yet, but... I think we know."

Roier thinks of a toddler who looks too like the twenty year old photos in Maxo's wallet, and has to agree.

"Spreen was a bastard," it's Fit who wanders over now, seeing them together and a bottle in his hand. "Asshole of a man. Fuck me for loving him, but..."

He downs the beer, and Roier thinks that if anyone understands him, it's the other idiot who loved Spreen.

But why wouldn't you? Strong, protective, dedicated, funnier than the entire Order combined...

The scars on Roier's back smart, but they're there all the same.

"I hated him," Roier says, and the more he says it the harder it is to maintain it's true. "But I loved him."

"Cheers to that," Fit clinks his empty bottle against Roier's empty glass, and pretends to drink from it.

Roier does the same.

"I just love Dan," Maxo says. "It was hard with our- our, er, language. But we learnt. And I loved him. And now I have my baby, but he isn't here. We were supposed to raise a baby together, not like this."

Of all people Fit offers Maxo an arm as he starts crying, Roier's already busy with Missa and Quackity the wrong side of the bar.

Crying which is louder, and draws attention of Philza. His eyes sweep over the group, sharpen when they see Missa, and he drifts over.

"You all good?" he asks.

"Dead lovers club," Fit explains in a few words, then spots Missa and adds. "Or brothers. So I guess pull up a chair."

There's something unspoken between Philza, Missa, and Fit; it passes Roier by, but he's curious. He's allowed to be curious, even with the shattered void of emotions where Spreen should have been.

Tubbo and Wilbur seem to have come to some conclusion where they are both doing something; the room gets louder with the music, hides the group in the back corner even more so.

Under the cover of the music, Fit calls for a round of shots - El tries to deliver them, only for Quackity to steal the tray from his twin.

Once they all have them in hand, Fit nods to the group, and raises his glass, and calls in a half-drunken slur, "to glorious bastards, the cunts they became, and to we the fools that love them!"

Roier, Missa, Fit - they drink to that.

Maxo, the one of them whose dead loved one comes with no complications, hesitates to drink the toast.

Philza, who hadn't drank to it just yet, points his cup directly to Maxo instead.

"To we the fools that love," he repeats, in a much gentler voice.

"To we the fools that love," Maxo repeats, in Spanish.

And everyone drinks to that one.

#qsmp x xcom #qsmp fanfic #i... god how do i tag this one #i came up with it while heading back from the pool and it seemed on the shorter end so scribbled it out #and I do feel like this happened but I feel the words are wrong so...#well. enjoy #not sure why people invaded the heart to heart probably because they had it in a bar

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