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inventedfangirling · 3 months

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My friends i watched love for love's sake and I swear i don't have a fckin clue where even to start.

I know a lot has been said about the show already and i know a LOT more would be said about in the future, but i just can't help adding my own two cents to one of the most thought-provoking, moving and brilliantly executed pieces of art i have ever seen.

I'm not gonna go on about just how much I loved Tae Myungha's character and how he is one of the most interesting people I've seen on screen in a long time. I'm not gonna talk about how unbelievably squishable Yeowoon is and how his duality totally ruined me that I need him to get into my pocket and NEVER leave. And oh I need him to put Myungha in his pocket while at it. I'm also not gonna talk about precious 'of course i'm gay, i've always liked girls, you don't know how to be loved' Sangwon is to me, cos if i start I can promise you I will most certainly never stop.

So for the sake of the rest of this post, I'm moving on. (NOT REALLY THO)

I just LOVE LOVE LOVE all the interpretations that people are coming up with, LOVE LOVE LOVE the show for filling in the gaps but LOVE it more for still leaving room for pretty thought-flowers to bloom around.

You know those artworks or puzzles that have something obvious hidden in a maze of confusion and haze until somebody points out the pattern, you zoom out and realize wow it was this clear all along?? That's a LOT of what watching the show felt like to me. The pattern being how inexplicably inter-connected Myungha and Yeowoon are. Not because they are each other's blorbos, but because why they are eo's blorbos. Why they don't care for each other from a sense of sympathy, but from empathy, despite not knowing the depth of their connections explicitly.

Eventhough we do see glimpses of it from the start, it only gets more clear later how Myungha and Yeowoon really are mirror versions of eo. How the first time Myungha sees Yeowoon he's stopping him from killing himself, and then we later find out that Myungha ends up killing himself. How both of it was triggered by a series of disappointments in life, starting with a troubling family and ending with a grandmother who passes away. Of how both of them seem to really have no one else to call their own in the world. Of leading very lonely depressing lives, that seem to never have a glimpse of hope. How both of them seem closed off, but inside they really are so fragile it hurts to perceive the depth of their feelings. It all comes and hits you once you've taken the whole show in and have gotten a few 1000 seconds to think about it.

We start off with myungha's character wanting to make his blorbo's character happy, and he's in it cos he cares about him, he doesn't have to think about himself. A 'pathetic' character experiencing a lot of pain, what's not to love, Myungha thinks, not realizing that it's his own mirror self that he is feeling so much for. Myungha sees Yeowoon's problems as someone from outside and is therefore able to objectively look at it, and approach it proactively, taking so many steps to help him, my favourite (and arguably most important) of which is the effort he puts in to help form yeowoon a friend circle. Something that he couldn't do for himself cos he never even considered a possibility of that. Why would anybody want to be around him? He ruins everything right?

And then to go on despite believing that, to falling in love, to deciding to choose to save both his grandma and yeowoon, finally FINALLY taking control into his hands even if for a bit to say what he wants, to spending the last few days together, to breaking up cos he just thinks the worst of himself, cos he doesn't know better. And then to the eternal darkness, where moments before leaving, just like in his real life, he realizes he wants in, he wants to live, he wants to love, but more importantly this time, he wants to try being loved. Even if it's difficult, he wants to try.

I love how eventhough the show is heavily Myungha focused, we get meaningful dynamics with multiple characters. Round eyed gasp inducing moments dont just belong to the two mains but also to sangwon whose line to myungha post the stalker incident just ruined me and really set the tone for whatever the show was later revealed to be all about.

I love how complicated the narrative got while still telling a more or less coherent story, how in hindsight, a lot of it makes even more sense now. How as Myungha gets closer to yeowoon his self-hating tendencies manifest in the form of debuffs and errors, because of his own brain's inability to perceive himself as somebody deserving love. His childhood trauma and the numerous rejections life has given him, because of the kind of person he turned out to be because of those rejections, all appear to stand in his way of happiness, as if he can't help being a bundle of sadness and a harbinger of problems. Even as he says he doesn't believe in destiny or fate. Or as we initially are made to believe in the game as, yeowoon's happiness, when in reality this was never about yeowoon at all. Yeowoon never existed in the first place and in "real" life, he never does.

I was blown away by how Myungha is in fact no longer in the mortal world but that fact doesn't hurt as much as that he would have to leave a world where he could finally feel happiness, feel loved, feel cared for, even if he consciously tried avoiding them. They still came to him, they still cared for him, they still fiercely wanted to protect him, (Cos he is just a tiny meow meow, who has been hurt a lot in his life, who wouldn't wanna caress and nurse him back to health HUH) just as much as he wanted to protect them.

And coming to the question of what's the game, where is it happening and who orchestrated it? It's definitely set in the afterlife or the limbo between life and the life after. It could be the author friend doing it, or the author friend has given myungha's brain the power to control the game OR of course the possibility that this has all been happening in myungha's head the whole time.

Whatever it is, the whole point has been to take Myungha from a person not wanting to live his life, feeling so devoid of love and happiness, to a journey of love and friendship, of the importance of fostering connections, of making efforts, of helping others, but equally of letting others help you, of putting your hand out and asking for that help. And in my head I love it most when I think of it as entirely Myungha orchestrated. Of it being a desperate cry of pain to himself, from himself, to save himself. Yeowoon and the game and the missions and all of it was for him to see himself in ways he never allowed himself to be seen as, to take care of himself in ways he never has, to love himself like he has never known to. To finally run towards himself, even if pathetic and sad, the Cha Yeowoon of the game, the person waiting at the end of the finishing line was the Tae Myungha in him all along.

You know that tumblr quote 'do it for her' but its about your future self, right? Myungha rooting for Yeowoon is sort of like that? When he's protecing him, he's protecting himself? When he's cheering for him, he's actually cheering and rooting for himself? When he's loving him, he makes space and place to love himself?

I just love the idea of a (self) love story.

Eitherway Yeowoon x Myungha supremacy.

Extreme(ly accurate?) Interpretations apart, Love for Love's Sake is truly one of the, if not THE finest (self) love story I might have ever seen.

As a person who avoids fics/books with mcd or shows with tragic endings, it felt absolutely revolutionary to me that my biggest joy and relief came from the fact that the main character is dead (the thought of myungha having to leave the game was too much to handle) and he gets to live in this game where he has a cute boyfriend, a supportive, caring friend group and his grandma back. it wasn't the game that was temporary or non-existent, it was actually his life outside. And that's not bad? Cos this is a story and Myungha isn't real, but as real as he is, he got his happy ending.

The show taught us to love, to see love, to be loved and to share that love. It told us that maybe the afterlife is a videogame simulation where we all get to live in friendship and love forever, with our blorbo and our friends. There are a lot worse lives to live. And I'm glad he found it in himself, enough love, courage and hope to write himself a better one :')

#love for love's sake #love supremacy zone #bless this show #tae myung ha #cha yeowoon #korean bl #myungha x yeowoon #kbl #already 2024 favourite #i'd be shocked if anything could beat it #this is ofc just my own interpretation #meta #love for love's sake meta #okbai i have to post it now or i will be writing for EVER

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ramshackledtrickster · 11 months

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Major major MAJOR across the Spiderverse spoilers under the cut

Just an idea for Spiderverse 3 ,,,

Ok possible idea for Spiderverse 3: bc the spot is so powerful now what if he can manifest his own dimensions? So he utilizes that to break apart the spiderpeople that try to take him down he sends them into their own pocket dimensions, and Miguel gets trapped in a dimension where everything is right and he has Gabriella.

Miguel in this movie is a well rounded character but he hasn’t undergone major change in thinking or philosophy yet (though hints to towards the end). His major barrier in the film is his refusal to accept anything other than tragedy not only being inevitable but be an absolute defining trait of what makes a hero, even when tragedy can and could be prevented. He’s grieving, he’s guilty, yet refuses to call himself the first anomaly and shoves that title onto miles, and he projects all his grief and loathing out on a fifteen year old that has no control over what happened to him (wow what a hypocrite).

Miles’ unpredictability and limitless potential is in direct conflict with the philosophy that he maintains which gives him purpose, that makes his losses more acceptable.

And Miguel lets that pain completely define and rewrite him, instead of that acknowledging that pain as just a part of him— an essential part, like everyone else’s losses, but not the *only* part. Because the true core of Spider-Man that often comes with that pain is choice. And he has yet to internalize that for himself. Though he’s the leader of the spider society, he himself isn’t a true Spider-Man yet (note how while his suit is polished, his face and skin still carry a sketchy quality,, like construction lines and all that). I believe he should get closure in the third film, and his final design would reflect that.

So, in this pocket dimension, Miles and Gwen and maybe some other spider people have to find Miguel and show him the truth that none of this is real it’s a trap— but the onky person that can truly free him from the prison is himself. Miguel has to remember that while he shouldn’t forget this event or let this happen again, he should recognize life and the future is flexible, and not shut yourself or anyone else off from those chances, despite what the numbers or the canon dictates.

He finally understands, and sees Miles for what he represents— Free will, limitless potential, and the choice that makes a Spider-Man. And he has to follow in his lead to get out.

As the world around this pocket dimension is falling apart as the truth becomes clear though, Miguel is still holding onto Gabriella— and Gabriella, though she’s a simulation, feels so real to him. He senses her fear and confusion and he refuses to let his baby girl go.

But they exchange a few final words.

And miguel promises not to let her memory be in vain.

And she’s gone.

Miguel is alone with his thoughts.

Miles reaches out, offering him another chance to get back up— like Spider-Man always does

And Miguel does so and finally chooses that path.

Now they’re going to do it Miles’ way.

Alternative images In case Miguel is getting lost in that zone and he’s deteriorating art wise n getting broken down like Spot was if he’s there for too long

Or maybe he stays solid and Gabriella’s the one who degrades! Who knows!

Super tempted to board this out maybe but I’m not particularly good at dialogue so who knows

#spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #across the spider verse spoilers #spoiler tag #major spoilers I’m not kidding #my art #fanart #marvel #spiderman spoilers

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multifandomfix · 4 months

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Perfect Presence — Tenth Doctor

Summary: The Doctor is set on finding you the perfect Christmas present and he traverses time and space to do so, though maybe he really didn’t need to try so hard.

Word Count: 744

Warnings: None, just fluff, so much fluff

With all the swirling depths of time and space at his fingertips, the TARDIS hums with anticipation as the Doctor embarks on a quest to find the perfect Christmas present for you. The familiar wheezing sound echoes through the air, signaling the beginning of his search. He promised himself that he will not rest in his pursuit of a gift that will capture your heart, no matter how many tries it takes him to find just the right gift.

The Doctor's eyes sparkle with determination as he sets out, arriving at one of his favorite planets, known for their eclectic collections of rare and valuable objects. He navigates through the chaotic energy of the bustling alien market, many a trinket catching his eye, but none quite right. Vibrant colors and exotic scents surround him as vendors peddle unique baubles and artifacts from distant galaxies. His sonic buzzes, matching the buzz of his own anticipation, as he scans over the myriad of possibilities. The Doctor weaves through the crowds, searching for that one elusive item that will bring a smile to your face.

Turning up nothing, he decides to try somewhere and somewhen else. In a leap through time, the TARDIS materializes on the gas lit streets of Victorian London; another of his most favorite spots. He wanders for a while, recalling a shop that may have what he’s looking for. Finding it, one street over from where he could have sworn it to be, he explores the quaint shop filled with curious oddities. There, he discovers a pocket watch adorned with intricate engravings, a piece of history that might resonate with you and add a touch of timeless elegance to your collection, but then again, it didn’t quite feel like the right item.

Undeterred by the ticking clock, seeing as he could be back at your door a minute after he left, the Doctor propelled the TARDIS into the far future, landing on a planet where technology reigns supreme. In a bustling metropolis, he finds a device that translates thoughts into art, envisioning it as a canvas for your creativity. The hum of the cityscape fades as the Doctor imagines the endless possibilities of this unique gift, one that mirrors the boundless imagination of the universe. It was wondrous, surely, and he’d no doubt you’d appreciate it, but as cool as it was, it lacked any sort of sentimentality for him. Onto something else then, he thought.

Journeying through medieval castles, futuristic landscapes, and distant planets, the Doctor's quest continued, each locale offering new possibilities for the perfect present, but each coming up short in some way.

Finally, in a moment of quiet reflection amidst the celestial beauty of a distant galaxy, the Doctor discovers a rare, star shaped crystal, half hidden in pink sand. Its ethereal glow reflects the wonder of the cosmos, capturing the essence of his travels with you and the magic of Christmas. With a satisfied grin, the Doctor cradles the crystal in his hands, its radiance a testament to the extraordinary journey he undertook to find the ideal gift for you.

Returning to the TARDIS, the star-shaped crystal held securely, the Doctor anticipates the joy in your eyes as you unwrap this extraordinary present he’d chosen with care and love. The TARDIS dematerializes, leaving behind a trail of stardust as it hurtles back through space and time, all the way back to you on Christmas morning.

You’re barely awake when he knocks on your door, not having checked the time, as he was too excited to bestow upon you his perfect gift. His big, goofy grin filled your tired vision as you greeted him at the door.

"Merry Christmas," he beams, pausing just long enough to reach into his coat and pull out the crystal. "This is for you, a little piece of the universe I thought you might like."

You watched the crystal sparkle in the morning light, reflecting the pure joy in his eyes. As you take the gift, he leans against the doorframe, eager to share the tale of his journey in finding it.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it. But Doctor,” you began, and in that fraction of a second his smile faltered, briefly thinking that it had been the wrong gift after all. “All I really needed this Christmas was to spend it with you.” His smile returned and you invited him inside. “Now tell me how you went about finding this.”

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-izzy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @lakita-fisher, @nclgsticore, @ayanthegreat28, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @bitchr-mkay, @sparrowspixie

Tenth Doctor: @dancingwith-sunflowers, @riveranddoctorsong123, @randomfandomimagine, @danzalladaggers, @keepfloatingaway, @casserole-from-dads-asserole, @little-bean99, @littlefoxgirl-13, @becomingthedreamversionofme, @storytelling-timelord, @chaos-and-food, @callsigncrash, @mxacegrey, @sammus-white, @lokabrenna0801, @m-rae23, @geekyandgay98, @sassykittenjellyfish, @cardinalalignedtiefling, @magpie6322, @aceofspades0064, @thekirbishow, @scriptershifter, @kirimilliagnhalden

#tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who #request

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elwenyere · 10 months

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Crafting Comments on Fics

So with Comment Fest approaching - and with the possibility of bot-generated comments undermining the value of reader-writer engagement - I thought it might be helpful to provide a short explanation of some different approaches I use in crafting comments, in order to identify a few places to get started for anyone who has wanted to leave more (or more detailed) comments but who feels unsure how to get going.

This is far from an exhaustive list, and the categories are designed to allow for a mix-and-match construction with varying levels of development (from basic to more elaborate). At the heart of it, I think of commenting as a practice of paying attention to what I notice in a story and then crafting language to share those observations with the writer. So each of these categories starts from something we might notice when we read.

1. Affect: how the fic affected you/made you feel

This is a great place to start if commenting feels intimidating, because you’re drawing from your own emotional responses. A basic template might be something like “_____ made me ________.” You can pick a particular moment (the scene with the tooka infestation, the kiss in the Denny’s parking lot, the moment we realize character x was dead the whole time, etc.) or focus on the fic as a whole; and you can describe the effect in simple terms (made me cry, smile, laugh, feel soft, etc.) or extravagant ones (made me want to roll myself into the sea, made me feel like I had ascended to a new astral plane, shook me so deeply it registered a 10.3 on the Richter scale). The idea is to take one or more responses you had to the fic and let the writer know what they were/what about the story produced them.

2. Memory: what from the fic has stuck with you

If a story has an especially strong effect on you, you might also let the author know what particular moments, lines, or images are going to linger in your mind after you finish reading. After identifying the detail(s) you want to flag (if you were going to bookmark this fic with a note to remind Future You which one it is, what image or scene or plot premise or line of dialogue would go in the “the one with the ___________” slot?), you can describe the way it’s sticking with you in general terms (I’m still thinking about it, chewing on it, rotating it like a Hot Pocket in a microwave), or you can point to some of the reasons why it’s sticking with you (it captures character x’s whole deal so well, it reminds me of y moment in the film/tv show/comic, it crystallizes a larger theme in the story so effectively).

3. Appreciation: what in the fic seems beautiful, artful, striking

In this approach you’re giving a writer a sense of what stood out to you aesthetically about the story: the moments that made you feel like “put a frame around that fucker because I want to keep staring at it.” This category can feel tricky because there might be terminology specific to the form that we’re not familiar with, so it can feel hard to describe what exactly makes a moment strike us as well-crafted. But we might think about the appreciation approach as having a basic template: “_____ is so ________.” The first slot can be either general (the whole story, a larger scene, the way the author writes dialogue or description or a major character) or very specific (copying and pasting a particular line or passage, identifying a pattern of imagery, pointing out the way the author narrates a specific kind of experience). And the second slot can be just one adjective (beautiful, visceral, unsettling, powerful, stunning, lyrical) or a more elaborate evaluation (so effective at conveying emotions, so hard-hitting after the slow build-up, so vivid I feel like I’m actually there).

4. Discovery: what the fic showed you/made you think about

Sometimes you read a fic that makes you think about the media/the ship/the characters in a new way, and that’s a really powerful thing to share with the writer. As with the other approaches, you can frame this in terms of the fic as a whole or pull out particular lines or plot points, and you can either describe the effect on your thinking in general terms (this changed my brain chemistry, this blew my mind, this is canon for me now) or in specific ones (I’d never thought about x moment in the film that way before, but now I’m going to think about it that way every time; the line where character x says y was like a lightbulb moment for me - it clarified so much about x’s motivations; I would never have thought about this show as being about z theme, but after reading this fic, I’m seeing z everywhere).

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So there you have it: a non-exhaustive list of things we notice about stories and some ways to talk about that. I hope it’s helpful. And of course, when in doubt or when pressed for energy, a string of emojis, a keyboard smash, or an all-caps “I LOVED THIS!!!” are also wonderful ways to share a little love with fic writers.

#ao3 #comment fest

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cemeteryspider · 11 days

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Hi! Ok I’m here with my request I was wondering if I can request Rex dating a fem!reader who’s like raven from dc? Like powers and all that and Rex is just so in love with her 😔(May it please be like dating hc’s? Please and thank you🫶🫶🫶)

Rex-Splode Dating Headcanons

Rex-Splode! Rex Sloan x Raven! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Nightmares

Word Count: 925

You met Rex during Guardians of the Globe tryouts. You had also seen him get his ass beat by Monster Girl. Luckily, after this incident, he was less of a douche overall.

However, things changed once the Guardians started to become a team. He would try his best to be around you whenever he could. You would be running on the treadmill, and then all of a sudden he was running next to you. You could be making a sandwich, and he would be making his right next to you. Or you would sit and read your book, and he would scroll on his phone near you, occasionally glancing up at you when he thought you didn't notice. You did.

Then one day when you were pummeling a punching bag, he asked if you would like to get coffee sometime. You knew he had feelings for you, and you felt in your bones you should say yes.

A date to an art gallery and one dinner later, you and Rex made it official and told the team, who seemed shocked. Either you were exceptionally good at hiding your relationship, or they just couldn't believe you would date Rex.

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You love your personal space, Rex also loves your personal space. The two of you could be walking down the street, it would have to be hand-in-hand, or maybe his hand would be in your back pocket. This annoyed you to no end at first but quickly you understood the constant wanting to be close to you was because he wanted to protect you. You would never admit it, but you loved him.

His favorite time to be in your personal space is during a fight. He would bottle the feeling of you guys standing back to back using your powers to protect each other. When you crushed invading aliens who wanted to kill him, he never felt safer. You made him feel safe.

Simply, he loves to make you laugh and smile. Even though you keep a straight face and hard demeanor around other people, you are a totally different person than when you were with Rex. Somehow his silly sarcastic personality leaked through into yours, and he could make you giggle without even trying.

He loves to see you train with the other Guardians, especially Invincible. Being from a demonic bloodline, you could go toe-to-toe with the Viltrumite, without too much damage, and more often than not you would best the newer hero. After all, you could practically tear Mark apart with the darkness you controlled if you wanted to.

Of course, he hated when he had to fight you. Not because he was scared he would hurt you, no, he was scared you would hurt him. Even going easy on him, you would beat Rex easily. Teleporting away from any explosives he threw your way, and wrapping smokey black tendrils of darkness around him or, as gently as possible, throwing him into a wall with your telekinesis.

You would always apologize profusely after taking him down, but he would always reassure you that he loved you and your powers. Maybe you would even explore using your powers in more intimate places in the future.

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However, once in a battle with Machine Head and his goons, you start to be overwhelmed with the other's pain. When Rex saw you fall to your knees all he could see was red. You held your head in your hands and started to feel yourself lose control.

Your eyes glazed over black, and you screamed. At this point, Rex had just taken out Machine Head and started running over to you as objects all around you started to float and shake. Kneeling next to you, he took your hands in his.

"Hey, babe, come back to me, everything is going to be okay. You just need to come back," Everyone who wasn't passed out on the ground looked at the tense scene in front of them.

They all knew what could happen if you truly lost control of yourself. You had once leveled a skyscraper only to rebuild it moments later.

Still, some part of you listened to Rex and allowed yourself to come back to wherever in your mind you retreated to. You allowed yourself a vulnerable moment, letting yourself slump into Rex's arms. He held you tight until the medics arrived, and still held your hand when you were carried away on a stretcher, even though you promised you could walk.

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Rex could never let anything bad happen to his girl. You were his everything and the only person he would let his sarcastic walls down for. You appreciated the black roses, and eventually black dahlias he would get you after telling him it was your favorite flower.

He would bandage your wounds after a battle, once you took care of him because you always insisted on patching him up first. Kiss your bruises whenever he sees them. He would put his arms around you when he saw your eyes unfocus and zone out, and bring you back to reality.

He would tell you he loved you at every chance he got and showed you off every time he got the chance.

"Look at this picture of my girlfriend, she's so hot"

"Did you see her fight? She's just so amazing"

"Ah she just makes me feel, so differently than I ever have before"

He practically drooled every time you walked by him. He loves the way you look. Anything you wear he wants to rip off of you and start to kiss every part of you. It could be your skin-tight leotard and cape, your casual sweater and jeans look, or your silly Rex-Splode pajamas he got you as a joke.

(The pajamas do something to him idk)

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Rex has always helped you with the nightmares that plague you when you sleep. When Rex lost his hand in the fight against the Lizard League, you still regret not being there, you helped him through his nightmares. Soothing his mind and, with his permission, lulled him back to sleep with your powers. He knew that subconsciously you were calming him down to the best of your ability, and he knew why he always slept better when you were around.

You treated Rex like more than he ever saw himself as, and he didn’t treat you like the monster you felt you were. You each healed something inside the other, and if that’s not love then you don’t know what is.

#rex splode x reader #rex sloan x reader #rex x reader #rex sloan #invincible series #invincible amazon #invincible #invincible animated series #mark grayson #invincible fanfic

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min-hoax · 1 year

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package deal - jhs

“I don’t want none, I just want you. If I can’t have you… no one should.”

Summary: Hoseok cannot stand the sight of you moving on, so he takes matters into his own hands…

Pairing: Yandere! Hoseok x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning(s): Obsession, stalking, he’s delusional & creepy, mentions of therapy, murder, LITERAL murder, kidnapping, mentions of suffocating, mentions of a knife and drugging.

A/N: Hobi, i love you. 😍 This is such a short fic, but the inspo hit and I couldn’t wait to let it out! 🥹 Inspired by SZA’s Kill Bill (literal chefs kiss song, I love it so much and have it on repeat that my ears are tired of me) & You’s Joe Goldberg crazy ass. Lemme know what you thought!

Hoseok was fucked.

You clung to his mind, perilously compelling him to desire what no longer was his as you continued with your life, leaving him with nothing but the shackles of you he could no longer be free of.

When your absence forced him into a miserable life where he could no longer function as he used to before you, he seeked help. A colleague of his noticed his behavior, dark under eyes prominent despite the concealer, his usually cheerful mood gone. So Namjoon, ever so happy to refer him to his therapist, gave Hoseok the information and off he went.

But despite the constant reminder from Dr. Kim that there were other women, millions of them waiting to be courted by his handsome face, the thought of you never vanished.

So he followed you.

Innocently, of course. Staying away enough for you to continue life without knowing he walked a few feet away from you with his hands in his pocket and thick, black sunglasses on his eyes. Your arms were wrapped around the waist of Min Yoongi, a barista good for nothing man.

But you looked happy, content.

Why couldn’t you be happy with him instead?

If I can’t have you, no one should.

It wasn’t sudden when the menacing thoughts stood at the center of his mind. He welcomed them instead of pushing them back as he once did before the intense fury you created swallowed him whole.

I might, I might kill my ex… not the best idea. Her new boyfriend’s next…

That, he was for certain.

He’d take Min Yoongi, wrap his arms around his pale throat and thrive with malice as his life slipped through his eyes.

He’d never killed anyone before, but how hard could it be? To be born is to die, young or old, preferably young in your shiny new toy.

Hoseok didn’t know where it all went wrong. He swore it was perfect, you were perfect until you said those two forbidden words and broke his heart. The little you had taken into his apartment, you packed in a day, leaving with a peck to his head and walking out of his life. It took everything inside of him to not grab you and hold you tight to his grip and desperately beg for you not to do what he thought you’d commit.

Gone were the days of holding each other close, clinging to the future you both spoke about, the mornings and breakfast in bed, him driving you to work and back and although it didn’t seem like a lot to you, it meant everything to him because the time spent with each other was precious and he held it close to his heart.

He knew it wasn’t healthy, messaging you, starting slowly then gradually until you blocked him. How could you? How could you possibly do such an act?

It’d be weird seeing Hoseok inside a hardware store, after all he wasn’t the type of man to be creative, but yet the cart before him was full of things one would need to create… a part of a home.

You signed your sentence once you took away the only thing where he could communicate with you. It irked him, thinking of the things you could be doing with your new lover whilst he suffered in silence.

With a sight he admired his art. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you entertained until you finally loved him again and could continue the life you promised. He knew you did deep down in that pure little heart of yours, you just needed a reminder that he was all you needed and this little act of rebellion was just a terrible thing you did.

If anything you should be grateful! He planned to kill you, but no, he loved you too much, too strong to put a hand on you out of anger. The only touch you’d ever feel from him would be from the intense love he’d give you for the rest of your life.

Now I’m in the basement, planning home invasion…

The basement will be your home, for now. You had everything you needed: a bed, and a desk where you could draw and paint to your heart's content, various books that he observed you read continuously.

In his eyes, it was perfect. He’d provide for you if you behaved, and if you did not, he’d take.

It was as simple as that and you were a smart girl, he knew you will understand.

After all, you didn’t have much of a choice, but you would!

It was too risky to invade your home, which is why he caught you and Yoongi while hiking. The two of you were so silly, it was almost amusing. It was almost too perfect. You both offered yourselves to him on a silver platter without notice.

“Shh, my love, you’ll hurt your beautiful throat.” He whispered, arm wrapped around your waist as the other one cupped your mouth. The sight of Yoongi knocked unconscious caused you to scream out of horror from what Hoseok was doing. “Now, all I need is for your precious self to go to sleep. Can you do that for me, beautiful? Hm?”

“Shh, don’t fight it baby.” You were desperate, but he was stronger and with every breath you took, the rag to your nose made you fall into euphoria and into the arms of your frenzied in love ex.

Was it chilling of him to watch you as you slept? With warm hands, he caressed your chest as it rose, your eyes shut in comfort. But that didn’t last long since you awoke, immediately trembling and desperately dragging your body away from Hoseok who sat at the end of the bed, looking at you with eyes that made you shiver.

The chain around your ankle made you cry out, pulling at it with all the strength inside of you. “What is this!” What is this, Hoseok! Let me go!”

Hoseok pouted. “What? No more “Hobi?” No more “my love? You wound me, beautiful.”

“Please! You cried, clutching the sheets as you looked around, then clutching your mouth with shaking hands and then your head. “This isn’t happening, - this isn’t happening.”

“Oh, but it is.” He moved slowly as he approached you, immediately taking you in his arms whilst you fought in his hold. “Did you really think you could walk away from me? That I’d let you go that easily? You and I?” He chuckled. “We’re perfect for each other, didn’t you agree?”

“Before, Hoseok. Before you started to want to control my life. That isn’t perfect.”

Hoseok was kind, that’s what drew you to him in the first place. He gushed with happiness and he made you smile and laugh like no other. But yet, as the months passed by, you realized that he wasn’t what the man he seemed to be. There was a darkness hidden beneath: a glare here and there to everyone who looked your way, the blocking of phone numbers he did on your phone while you slept, and the list went on.

The man standing before wasn’t so much of a surprise, but fear consumed you because you never thought it would happen to you.

Oh, god, never to you.

He sighed and whined. “I know, but I can’t help myself! Was it wrong of me to want to protect you and see if the people around you were good for you? That is being perfect, baby.”

“Let me go! Let me go you sick fuck!”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” With a shove, he dropped your body on the bed, standing up and onto the concrete ground while you laid there, sobbing.

He was on a mission as he climbed the stairs, dragging Yoongis’ drugged body, not caring as he groaned with every hit he took as they both climbed back down. Like an offering, he shoved your boy toy on the ground, Hoseok hovering with a knife to his throat.

I did it all for love…

“I know you don’t love him, which is why you’ll say goodbye to him, right here and now. I’ll give you ten seconds.”

“Hoseok! Please, -“ you sobbed, desperately clinging to the chains on your leg and pulling will all your might. “ - don’t, please, please!”

I did it all for us…

It killed him to see you in tears, but you had to understand! The man on the ground stood in the way of your love and he would never work with that.

Never.

It was easy dragging the knife through his throat, but your shrieks were loud and piercing through his ears.

It was a good thing he soundproofed the walls.

“Shh, quiet baby, I know, I know.” He cooed, wrapping you in his arms as you cried for mercy, your eyes unmoving from the body laying mere feet away from the both of you.

“You should be glad! I thought both of you a package deal and if I didn’t love you, you’d be lying right next to him! Isn’t that great?” The bright smile you fell in love with seemed nothing but a terrible thing to see.

It was glorious, it was grand.

It was proud.

“You should’ve known better. I’d rather be in hell than alone.”

#yandere hoseok #yandere hoseok x reader #yandere hobi #yandere hobi x reader #yandere jhope #yandere jhope x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere kpop #yandere kpop x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #bts x reader

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jynxpsiche · 8 months

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Hello!!👋🏾 could I perhaps request dad!lemon headcanons or a one shot?

A’RIGHT! I👏🏻AM👏🏻IN👏🏻! We also need Dad Lemon, it’s important for our hearts!! <3 <3

Against my morals

💌. Summary: during a mission, Lemon had to help a lost child find her mother…

…Lemon meets his future girl and kid.

💌. Warning: fem reader, slight use of y/n, slight canon gore, swearing, made up names. English is not my first language!

The sultry summer air hit the crowded Italian city hard. Tourists filled the main streets and numerous alleys of the famous city of art.

Enthusiasts of Italian and Renaissance architecture stopped to observe the beauty of the period names and to learn more about their history.

But that was certainly not what Tangerine and Lemon were there for.

As usual, the two were in the beautiful city of Florence for a job, so they had no time to waste with visits or verses of amazement at the Renaissance beauties.

“Remind me, why do I have to do this?” Annoyingly asked Lemon through the phone, his eyes cautiously scanning the whole perimeter.

“I reckon you had lost a paper scissors stone match. Am I wrong?” Said the brother on the other end of the phone in a knowing tone but also teasing him slightly.

“I wasn’t ready.” “Oh you weren’t? Well, too bad. Your fuckin’ fault, not mine.” Tangerine blurted out acidly. It was too early to deal with his brother's complaints.

Lemon huffed audibly, continuing to look around as if searching for something. Or rather someone.

With the phone still close to her ear, Lemon's attentive gaze scanned each and every face. One by one.

“Since you decided to fall asleep soundly like a baby yesterday, here's what you have to do.” Tangerine's voice partly awakened him from his trance-like state.

Lemon only hummed in response, his gaze still fixated on the big crowd of people.

"Apparently, our target is young woman, name's (Y/n). I've sent ya a photo of her. Be careful and don't fuck it up, Lemon." Tangerine hang the call harshly, his tone clearly expressing his earnestness.

Lemon slipped the phone into his jacket pocket after rolling his eyes at the last words spoken by his brother. He knew that Tangerine actually cared about him, but he also wanted to prevent the customer from becoming dissatisfied.

Not only would it have been unprofessional on their part, but they might have lost their skin as well.

His phone buzzed again and with a soft groan he picked it up again and noticed that this time it was a message. The target's photo.

Why would someone kill a woman, he thought with furrowed eyebrows, often lifting his head to scan the people there, unless she's a killer or a heartless bitch.

But just looking at the photo, Lemon came up with the conclusion that his target wasn't a Diesel at all. But a job was a job, so he had to finish it as fast as possible.

Only when his eyes locked with a particular figure, he took action. Swiftly and quickly he moved across the large crowd of people without tearing his gaze from the spotted target.

It was the same woman from the picture and he had to follow her in order to complete his job succesfully.

The female moved smoothly and gracefully among the tourists and Lemon almost lost her in the crowd a couple of times. Almost.

Then, when he was at her heels, just a few inches divided them, his phone rang. Lemon cursed silently, hoping that the woman hadn't heard him. His pace slowed down a bit and he picked the call.

"Bruv, have you found the target yet?" Tangerine's voice reached his ears and his face wrinkled into a sour expression.

"Almost had her, if you hadn' fuckin' called..." mumbled quietly Lemon into the phone, his tone mostly stern and irritated. He liked to finish things quickly, so he didn't have to lose unrequired and precious time.

Time he surely could be spending watching Thomas and Friends.

"Don't get your fuckin' panties in a twist. I'll call you every twenty minutes to cheek up on ya." The other referred solemnly in a flat tone.

"Look how you're enjoyin' giving me orders sittin' comfortably at a fucking bar--" he spat out in a sarcastic tone, lightly envying his twin.

"Stop actin' like a fuckin' baby and move y'ass." His brother argued back, ending the call brutally, leaving Lemon with his sour expression.

He knew his brother was simply concerned about him, but stressing him out like that wasn't healthy at all!

Only when the call ended, the man spotted the woman enter an small alley almost hidden from view. It was common to find such alleys in Italy, but these were so intrigued and intertwined with each other that they formed a real maze.

Closely Lemon chased the young woman and he plainly was astonished by her speed and grace. Her body moved so graciously and freely that she could even be compared to a nymph.

Her pace slowed as she approached a doorway. The man copied her movements, staying hidden behind a wall. Her figure now motionless, as if waiting for something. Lemon noticed how her gaze often fell on her wristwatch.

Undoubtedly she was waiting for someone.

This was his moment, he thought with a determined look on his face.

He studied the area well to make sure that no witnesses could make the job more complicated.

With a plush but quick step, Lemon approached the young woman, gun ready in hand but still concealed in his jacket.

Let's make this quick, he thought.

When the distance had shortened considerably, Lemon kicked out his gun and aimed at the woman's head, never slowing his pace.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

He froze on the spot. A child's voice reached his ears out o f the blue, his gaze widening at the sight.

From the main entrance of a building, a little girl happily skipped towards the woman, engulfing her legs in a tight embrace. Lovingly the woman patted the little one's head.

But by now Lemon was too close, and with confident gesture he had already removed the safety catch. The sound made the woman turn her head.

Swiftly she covered her daughter eyes by bringing her face in her lap. Her facial features were twisted with hardness and solemnity.

No words left her mouth, her rosey lips into a thin line.

Although his face did not show any other feelings, Lem could not help but be impressed. Surely he had been left speechless by such a majestic figure.

Quickly the man lowered his weapon.

“Woah woah woah! No one told me ‘bout this!” He spat out anxiously, seemingly not expecting such a plot twist.

The woman took a step forward, hiding the little one behind her. Her gaze fixed on the man.

“The Rider sent you, didn’t he?” Her rigid tone sent chills down Lem’s spine. And this was the first time in his life. Not even the unbearable anger of his brother.

But Lemon didn’t answer.

“Look” he sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose “just…please wait here love.” Hurriedly he grabbed his phone and typed a number.

“So? You done?” Tangerine’s bothered voice echoed through Lem’s head. “We hav’ a problem bruv.” “Fuck hav’ y’done?” His dark eyes darted from the child to the woman.

“There’s a child.” “What d’ya mean a child?” Lemon exhaled loudly “There’s a child with the target.” The phone line fell dead silent.

Then a heavy sigh.

“We can’t do it. It’s immoral.” “I know it’s immoral. What should I do?” Suggested Lemon, never tearing his gaze from the woman.

“Just—“ but Tan’s voice was harshly interrupted by a loud bang resounded in the alley, shortly followed by another and another one.

Lemon cursed under his breath and with quick steps he urged the couple to follow him closely.

His eyes were pleading them to follow him.

And without breathing out a sentence, they followed the gentle sour fruit.

Lemon opened the large door of the building with a well-aimed kick, managing to open it with a sharp snap and without attracting attention. "Move move!" he silently whispered, urging them to follow his request.

When they managed to lock the entrance they were met with an almost silent building, afternoon sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, giving the room a hint of mystery. The outside shots muffled successfully.

Hastily Lemon loocked at the woman, his breath shaky from the sudden running. "'S there 'nother way out?" He panted out, catching his breath as best he could.

Nervous eyes moved from one part to another of the building, her mind clearing retracing the blueprints of the apartment complex. Then her face lit up.

“The garage! This way!” She whisper-yelled, already moving to pick her daughter up. But Lem’s hand stopped her. “Let me.”

And with a quick motion he picked the little child in his arms, placing gently his hand on her head to cover her from the gunshots outside.

The woman observed the whole scene with wide eyes, clearly not expecting something like this from a contract killer.

Only when shaken off by her dozing state, she guided the man towards the secondary exit.

They both were running, leaving the gunshots behind.

“I’m Lemon by the way.” He panted out in a rather quiet tone.

The woman looked at him and sent him a faint smile. “(Y/n.)” she answered.

I know, he thought, smiling back at her.

The couple was now walking peacefully, long away from the sudden accident. The small girl was fast asleep in Lemon’s arms and even if the mother proposed to take her from him, he always refused, not wanting to wake her up.

But in reality, Lemon was just enjoying this moment. He didn’t know how or when but the small child already occupied a soft spot in his heart.

No words were shared between the two, they simply enjoyed the animated atmosphere given by the young tourists enjoying their night.

The two just kept walking at a slow pace, neither of them wanting to part ways. They finally got along.

Lemon discreetly shot her a glance, trying to memorise her beauty before being called back by his brother.

He still didn’t receive any calls from him. And it was quite strange. But he didn’t worry much since he knew that Tan was safe and sound at the hotel.

It was still quite late.

Only when they reached another apartment complex, far from the other one, they both stopped. Their eyes immediately locked together.

The woman spoke first.

“Even if you tried to kill me…I wanna thank you for your help. And for saving both me and my daughter.” She kindly thanked him, this time flashing him a sincere smile.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Killin’ a mother is against my morals…so if the client isn’t satisfied, he can go fuck himself.” He simply answered in a hush tone, aware of the sleeping child in his arms.

Slowly and gently, the mother picked her daughter, who slightly stirred a little and the returned back to sleep deeply.

(Y/n) flashed him another smile and then turned and walked towards the building’s front door. But she was stopped by Lemon’s voice.

“Wait!” When she faced him again she was met with a slight nervous Lemon. Confused she tilted her head, waiting for him to continue.

“Can I…hav’ your number…?” He quite timidly asked, rubbing his neck in attempt to maintain his cool and calm himself.

She faintly chuckled, sending him a teasing look.

“Since you knew so much about me, I think it won’t be hard for you to find my number…” she teased him “…but if you can’t, you at least know where I live.”

“Goodnight, Lemon.”

He sighed amused, a small grin on his face.

“Night, love.”

#bullet train 2022 #tangerine #bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon x reader #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #fanfic #aaron taylor johnson x reader #daddy’s babygirl

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luluboobird · 1 year

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Minds Eye

Word Count: 838

Summary: Open-ended one-shot set in a universe where Lady Lesso has telepathy, and she's meeting Clarissa for the first time as the new dean for evil. Hint: "Pink" is Clarissa's thoughts.

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Leonora was grateful for the ability to read minds. In her youth, she thought it a curse. A blight that she wanted to cast away. What good came from knowing what people thought of you all the time?

She could read the hate on their face, she didn’t need to hear what they were thinking.

But now, after a lifetime of scheming, backstabbing, and lying as a Never, knowing came in handy. Knowing kept her alive.

It unsettled people. The little trump card she kept tucked away in her back pocket. Despite the cost, and truly the cost was heavy, it was well worth it. For example, right now she was meeting her future coworker and famed fairy tale influencer, Professor Dovey. They were going to be working against each other for the foreseeable future.

Running into her on the way up the stairs to the schoolmaster’s office gave her the opportunity to feel out her future adversary. See what negative thoughts lurked under her polished facade.

If Leonora had to describe the woman in front of her in three words they would be: pretty, poised, and preternaturally perfect.

Brown eyes and long dark eyelashes, an unblemished face, and a disarming smile. Her blonde curly hair cascaded past her shoulders and a golden tiara settled on her head.

She was beautiful, but Evers oftentimes are. Pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside. Vain, self-centered, and rude, Evers really only cared about looking good and making everyone else feel bad.

“Oh no…” Here it comes, Leonora sneers internally, waiting for the insult. A complaint about her style of dress, her posture, her general presence; Leonora had heard it all.

“…she’s cute.” She pauses, more than certain that she had misheard the woman’s thoughts.

“What?”

The blonde blinks, furrowing her eyebrows as she repeats herself.

“I said, I’m Professor Clarissa Dovey, the Dean for Good. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Clarissa looks at her expectantly, and somehow, despite her confusion, Leonora manages to muster up a halfhearted response.

“Lady Leonora Lesso. The new Dean for Evil.” She scans Clarissa’s face, but the woman just looks remarkably polite. Right, she definitely misheard. Leonora chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“And her laugh, Storian! If she smiles like that too often—“ Or, maybe not?

“Are you settling well into your new position?” Clarissa asks, and despite the flattering projections of her mind, not an ounce of her attraction to Leonora is reflected on her face. It was as if she had perfected the art of separating her thoughts and her body language.

“Well enough, I suppose. Though I must say, I quite look forward to breaking your winning streak.” Finally toppling the Evers from their lavish thrones would be satisfying.

“Break our winning streak? You can try.” A hint of excitement flashes in her brown eyes from the voiced challenge. “I don't doubt your abilities, Lady Lesso, but I’m certain that Good will come out on top. Again.”

“Here’s the thing, Professor Dovey, Evil would very much prefer being on top,” Leonora declares with a smirk, taking a smooth step forward.

“She can't possibly mean— No, you're imagining things. Get your head out of the gutter, Clarissa!” Poor thing. She wasn't imagining it at all.

“Then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed,” Clarissa responds with a soft grin and a step of her own. She’s looking up at Leonora because she has to, but it doesn’t diminish the strength of her presence.

“We’ll have to see then, won’t we?” She says, smirking as she gives the woman a shameless once over.

“Yes. We’ll have to see.”

“Stop staring at her.” Clarissa's gaze flits away from her face before returning after half a beat. “Well, maybe just a little while longer.”

Leonora allows the curious gaze to rove over her face for a second before bringing attention to it. “Is there something on my face,” Leonora asks, tapping her chin as if curious about the stare.

“Other than the blessing of Aphrodite?” The redhead raises her eyebrow. What high praise, but if Leonora was the blessed, then Clarissa must be the one with divinity.

“No.”

“ ...this is going to be a problem. She smells divi— I need to get out of here before I embarrass myself even more.”

“Then perhaps—“ Before she can push Clarissa any further, she is interrupted.

“I should get going. I have some preparations to make for the opening ceremony.” Clarissa says, taking a step back and a deep breath. It would be a perfectly reasonable excuse if Leonora couldn’t read her mind. “I look forward to seeing how Evil fares against Good this year, Lady Lesso.”

“As do I,” Leonora responds plainly as the woman departs with a subtle bounce to her step. “As. Do. I.”

She doesn't bother trying to stop her. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future to gauge the depth of Clarissa’s interest. Leonora has no problem with being patient.

~~~

I figured this was too short to post on A03, but it was a fun scenario to write, at the very least.

#dovesso #fanfic #dovey x lesso #one shot #lady lesso #clarissa dovey

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

IX XX - the lost art of keeping a secret XXI

“So...”

“So...” Y/N mimicked, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s the story we’re using?” Jack inquired, uncomfortably shifting his feet and scratching the back of his head.

The whole thing about keeping their recent relationship a secret for the time being to avoid the usual Who? What? Where? When? Why? was a big ordeal for the brunette man, whose poker face was as good as none. He was terrible at keeping secrets, especially secrets that make him walking-on-air happy. Jack had been mentally psyching himself up to keep quiet during the dinner Lily and Alex had organized at Luke's new house.

“What story?”

“We arrived at the same time, they’ll think it’s weird.”

“You’re overthinking this, Jack.” Y/N laughed, rubbing his back soothingly. “No one’s onto us, okay?”

It was agreed they’d keep their fling on the down low until they figured out if it had future or not. The Devils' player had no doubt about that, but he knew Y/N was wary about them. She didn’t exactly have a good track record.

She reached up to steal a quick kiss before they pressed the doorbell. Jack blushed almost instantly, and the petite woman shot him a playful wink, adjusting her top and fluffing her hair so her friends wouldn’t even think about the possibility that they had arrived fifteen minutes prior and used that spare time to make-out in Jack's car as if they were a couple of teenagers.

“Do you remember if I locked my car?” she asked him.

“I think I was pretty busy looking at you to check if you had locked your car before jumping inside mine.”

“I did not jump…”

“You almost did the Lady Gaga Superbowl dive. It was really funny.” the Devils' player quipped.

“Shut up!” Y/N laughed, swatting his arm. “You’re about to lose your making-out-in-the-car privileges, Mr. Hughes.” she warned.

Jack just placed his large hands on each side of her head, leaning down and placing a tender kiss on her forehead, which made her heart swell and a serene smile appear on her face. For a minute she forgot all about the implications that coming clean about their relationship brought along and thought about how nice it would be to actually be able to kiss him whenever she felt like it, no matter who was present. And then she was brought back to reality by a soft buzz coming from her back pocket. Backing away slightly from her own small piece of heaven, the doctor grabbed her phone to see who was texting her.

Charlie.

She hadn’t told Jack it was actually her fear of what her ex-husband’s reaction would be and what he would do when he found out the man he had tried to keep her away from for all those years was her current…boyfriend(?) that was keeping her from shouting it from the rooftops. Y/N knew perfectly well Lily would’ve shared the spotlight with them and she wouldn’t actually mind if their friends mocked them or made it all out to be super dramatic and theatrical. She was worried about what Charlie and his family would say. They were never the ones to shy away from criticizing whatever she did. Of course the doctor wasn’t ready to open up about what really went on in the depths of her mind just yet but she was fairly certain that, in time, Jack would be the one to gently remove the walls she had put up, brick by brick.

Joey's asleep. She looks just like you.

Y/N cringed inwardly as she reread her ex’s text, deciding not to reply to him. This was exactly what he wanted. To make her doubt every decision she made, to make her feel insecure. He was really good at that.

“You okay?” Jack asked, suddenly becoming aware of the crease that had formed between her eyebrows as she furrowed them together.

“Yeah, just thinking about how much I’m going to miss your hand being in mine tonight.” the coach's daughter pouted.

“Wait until we get out of here… I’m going to hold the hell out of your hand.” the Devils' player asserted, feeling blessed to be able to be the reason she was now softly laughing.

Jack reached for her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and showing her his goofiest smile, before turning and pressing the doorbell.

“Here goes nothing.”

Everyone knew Jack had kissed Y/N at River and David’s wedding by then. Trevor and Alex had made sure of it. The group of friends eagerly waited for their arrival, surely expecting for them to show up hand in hand.

Luke ran to get the door as soon as the annoying doorbell he had picked out warned them they were there. His smile turned into a frown as he took in that they weren’t holding hands and Y/N looked as if she was in another planet. Quinn turned up from behind him, a confused expression adorning his features as they hugged him and made their way into the living room.

The elephant in the room was gigantic. Alex and Trevor stared at them, analyzing their posture and looking at them as if they had grown another head, as Lily raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you guys looking at us like that?” Y/N asked, not understanding what was going on.

“We all know you kissed!” Lily blurted out, covering her mouth with her hands immediately after.

“And we want to know why you’re not holding each other’s motherfucking hands right now!” Trevor added, ignoring everyone’s warning looks.

Y/N looked at Jack, sighing heavily.

Show time.

“We kissed, but we’ve decided it’s better if we remain friends.” the petite woman lied through her teeth.

“Yeah, we’re not really on the same page right now. And it’s okay.” Jack continued.

“What the fuck? Are you guys kidding me?” Alex groaned. “You guys are perfect for each other!”

“Maybe so. It’s just not the time. And we’re both okay with that, right Y/N?” the Devils' player put an arm around her shoulders, squishing her against him.

The doctor simply nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Fine. But once you develop erectile dysfunction because you decided to wait and you’ll be old as shit and you two can’t go at it, you’ll remember me and tell me I was right.” Trevor stated, throwing his hands in the air and leaving the living room.

“Okay, buddy.” Jack chuckled, realizing he was still holding Y/N against his side and letting her go.

Quinn, Luke, Alex and Lily eyed them curiously, waiting for them to elaborate on everything, which they had previously decided not to do.

“I’m going to check on the pizza....” Quinn broke the silence, walking past Y/N and whispering, so only his friend could hear him. “You two are such bullshitters.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line to prevent herself from laughing. The oldest Hughes brother had always been able to see right through her. But they weren’t going public yet. No, not for a while.

“So, we’re excited to know what’s the big surprise!” Jack quipped, smiling at the other couple in the room, knowing perfectly well what was in store.

He could see the way Lily's eyes switched from suspicious to excited, seeming to become a little bit brighter at the mention of the “surprise”. Alex was looking at her as if she was the only person in the world, stealing a quick glance at her stomach before he diverted his attention back to Jack.

“Great things to come.” he spoke in the softest voice his friend had ever heard coming from his mouth.

Jack looked back at Y/N who was grinning sweetly at the couple.

“Yeah… Great things to come.”

Y/N ate quietly while everyone else around her talked cheerfully. Cole had finally arrived in the meantime and Joey was at her dad’s and the only other person in the world who could calm her down was sitting across the table from her, but she couldn’t reach out to him. Not right now. She couldn’t blame Jack for her easily solvable uneasiness, it was her who asked him to keep their relationship under wraps after all. They weren’t supposed to let others see what they were like when they were alone. Or the way his thumb rubbed the back of her hand each time they held hands. Or the way one kiss of his could erase every single worry from her mind.

The doctor checked her phone, contemplating whether she should reply to Charlie or not. He was her child’s father. He didn’t mean anything with that text. He was keeping it friendly.

Checking her feed to keep her mind off her dilemma, she stumbled upon a post, letting out a loud gasp as she read the caption of the picture and dropping her phone on the table. Everyone suddenly went quiet, looking at her panicked face. She coughed lightly, smiling apologetically at her friends.

“I’m sorry, I need to make a call. I’ll be right back.” the petite woman excused herself, swiftly picking up her phone and dragging her chair on Luke's hardwood floor as she left the room.

The front door was slammed within seconds. Quinn shared a quick look with Jack, who saw from the way Y/N's smile didn’t quite reach her eyes that something must’ve been wrong. The only problem was that he had no idea what happened between their flirtatious conversation and now. He just knew it had something to do with whatever she saw on her phone.

Y/N was furious. Shaking. Tears pricking her eyes. She went over Charlie's recent posts, one of which showed her holding their newborn baby. That was the day her mother-in-law told her she was probably going to be a horrible mother. You lack the natural instinct, I guess. Mrs. Porter had said, while holding her only grandchild. That was the day Charlie stayed silent as his mother tore her to shreds. That was the day her ex-husband had told her maybe it was for the best that she gave up her career and raise Joey, and the other children they would eventually have, of course. Being a mother is a full-time job, Y/N… You don’t want to be an absentee mother, right? That was the day she cried herself to sleep in her baby’s room.

Then there was the picture of him with a very carefully picked out caption, that had sent her into full-on freak out mode: he was playing the victim, portraying the heartbroken man she didn’t know him to be. Her ex was replying to some of her friends and family, acting all charming and nice, saying he hoped they’d sort it out eventually. She knew better than to believe a single word he said. She knew the act; she knew how it worked. It had worked on her for many years.

Her head was spinning as she fought back the urge to let out all the tears that were beginning to cloud her vision. How dare he? And there she was thinking maybe he was finally being civil and decent. Only to try and leave her in the dirt again, for people to think she was the reason why their marriage ended. God forbid anyone figured out that Charlie Porter was an abusive, manipulative man.

Taking yet another deep breath and rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, Y/N looked up her ex-husband’s number on her phone, hitting the call button before she had time to regret it.

“Y/N, hey.” his voice made its way into her brain, calm and soothing, like a dose of an anesthetic.

Y/N quickly shook it off, holding on to the rage inside her.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she barked. “Tell me, Charlie, because I would really like to know.”

“First off, I’m doing great, thanks. Our daughter is also doing great, not that you care, but just letting you know.”

“What did you just say?” Y/N hissed, her eyes wide. “You need to take two thousand fucking steps back. My daughter is the single most important thing in my life. And I say thing because there’s not one single material or immaterial good above her. Not my job, not my friends, not my family, not money, not anyone else that might come into my life. How dare you? Did you really have to stoop so low?”

“Don’t be dramatic, Y/N. If you really cared about Joey you wouldn’t have left me and given her a broken home to grow up in.” her ex-husband bit back, his voice filled with venom and bitterness.

The doctor ran her hands through her hair, her heart beating faster and faster inside her chest. By this time, most of the blood in her body seemed to have rushed to her face.

“I gave her the exact opposite of a broken home. I gave her a stable, loving home, filled with laughter and enough space for her dreams to grow and be lived out. I gave her my entire heart and my entire being. I protected her. I gave her what you never gave me.”

“You go on and on about this as if you were miserable with me. Let me break it to you: you weren’t. Everyone around you convinced you you were though. And you were dumb enough to believe them, Y/N. That’s on you, not me.”

“Oh, right, yeah. I wasn’t miserable. I just shrunk myself to fit into the spaces you assigned to me. I just cried myself to sleep every night. Harder after you touched me and then rolled over to the other side of the bed and forgot I existed until you needed to show me off. But just the right amount. God forbid any man dared to show interest in me, whether it was complimenting me on my looks or my brain. Oh man, you used to really hate it whenever someone complimented my intelligence… It was so threatening, I know…”

“What’s your point, Y/N?” Charlie snapped, his voice cold and devoid of any of its usual charm.

“My point is: you broke me. You conditioned my thoughts and the way I acted and I struggle to this very day to deconstruct the belief system you built in my head. I left you because I was so small one gust of wind could blow me away. And my daughter deserved better. I deserved better. I put myself back together, I found my voice and you don’t get to show up and ruin it for me. Now listen to me, and listen to me very carefully, Charles: don’t go around playing the victim and try to convince the world you’re madly in love and I broke your heart. We both know what really went down. Stop talking about me. Stop acting like you’re in pain and I’m the reason why. That’s emotional blackmail, which falls under the category of emotional abuse, as your sister, who’s a lawyer, could probably tell you. You’re lucky I haven’t filed a police report, because you’re an abuser, and you abused me for seven years. Hell, you’re doing it right now. I am the victim, not you. Sit the fuck down and keep your nose out of my business or I will file a report, you won’t ever see Joey again and I will ruin your fucking life. Elise won’t be able to save your sorry ass. Neither will the rest of your goddamn family. Keep that in mind the next time you try to play the innocent heartbroken man. Goodbye.” she nearly yelled, ending the call before he could get a single word out.

Y/N was well-aware he would find a spiteful way to make her feel bad and regret what she had said faster than she could come up with something to reply back, so it was better that way. As soon as she did, though, she began to fear retaliation. She feared the posts, she feared the freak show he could set up, even after she had warned him about the consequences to his actions. Charlie was a bitter, cold man. A completely different person to the one she had met when she first moved to New York in her late teens. But that was all water under an old, musty, dangerous bridge.

“You guys…” Quinn called out, looking up from his phone. “I think I know what’s going on.” he sighed, a sad look on his face as he showed the group of friends the post he had just seen online.

Alex placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, looking disgusted at his phone’s screen and he moved his hand to rest on top of his. Cole covered his mouth and sat back down on his chair, shaking his head. Trevor started pacing around the room, mumbling to himself the list of steps he needed to follow in order to successfully commit murder and get away with it.

“Alright, I’ve had it with this motherfucker. This is it. He’s going down. He’s not dragging my girl back into that dark hole he held her in for seven fucking years again. I will personally make sure of that. Alex, get the car. We’re paying this asshole a visit.” Trevor said, as he checked for his wallet in his back pocket.

Jack gave Y/N's ex's social media account a quick look and his fists clenched at his sides. His throat went dry and his mind started racing. Everyone around him was going nuts, with Luke and Lily stepping in front of Alex and Trevor as they prepared to leave the house. Quinn looked like she had seen a ghost while he scrolled through her feed and read every single one of Charlie's posts. The Devils' player felt as if his heart had sunk into his stomach and he didn’t give it a second thought before making his way out of the living room.

Y/N slowly opened the door, trying to get back into the house and go to the bathroom without anyone seeing her. Her eyes were watering, and she fought the tears away with every single ounce of strength she had left in her after confronting Charlie.

The coach's daughter ran into someone as soon as she closed the door behind her. She looked up slowly, preparing herself to blurt out something that could justify her physical appearance at that very moment. Instead, she was left speechless as her eyes met with Jack's.

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding in as he wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her firmly against his chest. The doctor could hear his heart beat a thousand miles an hour inside his ribcage.

“I need to go to the bathroom, Rowdy.” she whispered shakily and almost inaudibly.

The brunette man gave her one final squeeze, kissing the top of her head before letting her go, quickly grabbing a hold of her hand.

“Lead the way.” he whispered back.

She did as she was asked, padding slowly to Luke's guest bathroom and closing the door behind them, reluctantly letting go of Jack's hand, ignoring the mayhem that had seemingly broken out in the living room.

Jack stood facing away from the washbasin as Y/N leaned against the wall in front of him, the back of her head coming in contact with the cold tiles that decorated the bathroom floor to ceiling, her eyes closed shut. She felt pathetic for once again being unable to keep her feelings from showing. The coach's daughter didn’t know she was crying until she felt the warm droplets of water rushing down her cheeks and even warmer hands cupping her face.

The Devils' player pulled her to him, his hands moving to the back of her head, his thumbs caressing the nape of her neck tenderly. He could feel the tension leave her body as she let herself sink further and further into his chest. What began as soft sobs turned into a breakdown; he felt his heart break into a million tiny pieces when she began to choke up, as a wave of grief and sorrow hit her violently, making her entire body shake, overwhelmed with emotion.

Y/N's fists held the fabric of Jack's shirt as if her life depended on it. Her anger dissolved into tears and she couldn’t help but whimper while replaying that damned phone call in her head over and over again.

“It’s okay. Let it all out.” he spoke softly, placing one of his hands on her back to rub it soothingly.

“I’m sorry, Rowdy. I am.” the woman he so deeply cared for managed to blurt out, trying her best to look up at his face.

“What for, babe?” Jack asked, alarms resounding inside his head. He could guess what was coming.

Y/N sniffed loudly, water works still fully running while she took a step back and reached for a bit of toilet paper to blow her nose. The handsome man waited anxiously as she fixed herself up, moving farther to the right in order to allow her to freshen up her face, tapping water onto the skin below her eyes in a desperate attempt to reduce the swelling.

The doctor eventually gave up trying to fix her puffy face, returning to her original position in front of him.

“For being too much. For being so obnoxiously emotional and overwhelming you with all of this mess. I assume you saw what everyone’s talking about. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you down with me. I’m sorry, Jack, you didn’t ask for a woman with a child and a very bad divorce in her repertoire. You deserve a life free of drama and bad blood.”

Jack looked at Y/N, stunned by the effect Charlie still managed to have on her. He wished she could see herself as he saw her. He wished he could make it all go away with just one kiss. But life isn’t a fairytale and it’s not that easy. If he wanted to help her, he had to tread carefully. Her ex-husband had made sure to leave an unbelievable amount of landmines along the way to her heart and one foot in the wrong place and they could all blow up and break everything she had so carefully pieced back together.

Placing his hands on each side of her face and leaning his forehead against hers, he tried to capture her attention.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Hey...” he cooed, the tip of his nose touching hers in a kunik. “There’s nothing, and I mean literally nothing, I’d change about you. I could never get too much of you. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Y/N's doe eyes met his as she listened attentively to what he was saying.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that I want to take everything I can get from you, because that would make me…you get it. I mean that you’re perfect. And, as I said, you can never be too much. You’re just… everything, Y/N. And I want a chance to prove it to you…” Jack said, wiping away the few remaining tears in her eyes with the tips of is thumbs and silently asking for her permission to kiss her.

Without hesitating, she pulled him to her, uniting their lips. Jack moved in to deepen the kiss, holding her body against his. The sound of their rushed breathing was the only thing that could be heard inside the small room, until the doorknob was turned and in came...Trevor.

The two lovers quickly let go of each other, startled by the unwanted visitor. Their friend’s eyes were wide open, his jaw almost dropped to the floor. He stood there, his hand still on the knob, as realization hit the trio: he had seen them kissing.

“Z…” Jack warned, raising a finger signaling for him to keep quiet.

“Holy sh-“ he gasped, being interrupted by Y/N's hands, that immediately flew to cover her friend’s mouth.

The Devils' player rushed to close the door again.

“No, no, no. Trev.” the doctor said, in a pleading tone. “I’m going to let you go, but you need to calm down and not be… loud. Okay?”

The blond man nodded, rolling his eyes, and Alina did as she promised.

“You cannot tell anyone about what you just saw. Please.” she begged.

“I didn’t buy the whole we’re not right for each other right now crap you tried to feed us for a second! Do you think I'm stupid? Wait, don't answer that! You made us all feel bad for trying to push you together and here you are, sucking face in Luke's bathroom.” Trevor protested, turning to his friend. “Dude, the bedroom’s literally, like, twenty feet from here? Bathrooms… I thought you’d given that kink up after…” now it was Jack's turn to place his hands over Trevor's mouth, proceeding to remove them when Trevor decided to stick his tongue out. “Alright, I’ll shut up. Stop touching my lips with your dirty hands.”

The petite woman momentarily forgot about their sticky situation and raised an eyebrow at Jack, snorting at his panicked facial expression. He showed her an apologetic smile and a look that could be translated to “we’ll talk about this later”. She nodded, amused by the crimson shade of his face.

Wait.

“Shit! I knew I shouldn’t have put on lipstick after we made out in your car.” Y/N cursed, looking for a towel she could use to clean his long-lasting lipstick smudged face.

And they said it was kiss resistant. My ass.

Both men looked at her, intrigued.

“You’ve got red lipstick all over your face, Rowdy.”

The Devils' player looked at himself in the mirror, attempting to rub it off.

“Oh yeah, I was about to tell you that.” their friend smacked his own forehead, chuckling. “Right after you explained to me what the hell did I walk in on.” he added, crossing his arms over his chest as Y/N hastily opened every single cabinet until she found what she was looking for.

“Not the time, Z…” she groaned, placing the small hand towel under the open faucet, before twisting the excess of water out and dabbing it on Luke's skin.

“We’ll talk about this over lunch tomorrow, okay?” the brunette man sighed, deciding to compromise in order to improve their chances of getting their friend to keep quiet about their relationship.

“Alright, but don’t you try to fool me, I – “

“Z, please, I really need to use the bathroom.” Cole moaned, entering the room and catching everyone off-guard.

The trio froze in their place.

“Cole! I could’ve had my thingy out!” Trevor nearly yelled.

“It's not anything I haven't seen it before, get over yourself.” the other blond man in their lives defended himself.

“Rude!” the Ducks' player cried out, offended.

“Shut up.” Cole laughed, only then noticing his other two friends, standing behind Trevor, their mouths agape. “Hey, I thought you guys were outside! Is everything okay, Y/N? I’m so sorry…” he said, closing the door again and inching closer to the young woman, stopping himself from finishing his own sentence as he noticed the cloth in Y/N's hand and Jack's crimson stained face. “What are you guys doing?”

“Goddamn it, Cole, put two and two together.”

Y/N and Jack's eyes shot daggers at their big-mouthed friend. This was the beginning of the end. Trevor put his arms up in the air, realizing he’d just sent it all to hell.

“Oh. My. God.” their bubbly friend cheered. “Yes, oh, thank god!” he raised his fist in the air, before engulfing the pair into a tight hug, forgetting all about his physiological needs. “You guys!”

His happiness was contagious and both Jack and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his excitement and warmness, even though they knew that two people knowing about their affair was already too many. But it was Cole, and they were sure he didn’t have to be contained. Not like Trevor, at least. It would only take them asking him to promise not to open his mouth and he would take their secret to the grave.

“Oh, what the hell, I want to join in on the group hug!” Trevor whined, a grin instantly growing on his face as Jack shook his head and pulled him in as well.

“Cole, Lily says she really has to go and the toilet in the other bathroom is leaking, I think the pipes are all messed up, I’m calling the plumber on Monday, but yeah…” Luke's voice could be heard from the hallway, accompanied by a light knock on the door.

Now a quartet, the group of people that were already inside the pink bathroom let go of each other, exchanging panicked looks between them.

“Hmmm, I’ll be out in a minute!” the smaller man replied, his voice slightly shaky.

They all tried to talk to each other through incomprehensible hand gestures. Could they get out of this one?

“I’m sorry, Cole, I’m coming in, I’m about to barf all over the place. Pull up your tighty whities!” Lily warned from beside Luke, not bothering to wait for her friend’s reply before she opened the door and was met not by one, but four mortified people.

Jack covered his face with his left hand, avoiding their intense gaze.

“This is unbelievable.” he muttered under his breath as Y/N's breath hitched in her throat.

No one had to explain a thing to Luke. The middle Hughes brother's face screamed make out session. Y/N's lips, now a few shades lighter, told the rest of the story. Lily, on the other hand, was too focused on getting to the toilet before she threw up all over Luke's precious imported tiles to actually take note of anything other than their facial expressions.

Everyone looked away as Lily kneeled by the toilet and nearly stuck her head inside it, with Y/N rushing to her side to gather her hair up and rub her hand over her back.

“This is not what I signed up for.” Trevor grimaced, trying to make is way out, but being stopped by Luke before he could actually reach the door.

“Hold up, no one’s leaving until we clear up this whole…” he stopped herself mid-sentence, motioning towards Jack and Y/N. “…situation.”

Lily lifted her head up, taking the toilet paper Cole handed her, running it over her lips, getting back on her feet and rinsing her mouth with water.

“What situation?” she inquired, regaining her stamina almost instantly.

Luke's gaze fell upon her raven-haired friend, prompting Lily to look at him.

“Jack…” she gasped. “Who…” – her eyes landed on Y/N, her face almost as red as her significant other’s by now. “Y/N! Oh my god, you went and did it! Yes, I’m so proud!”

“Y/N? Jack kissed her first!” Trevor stepped in, giving his friend a light pat in the back.

“Yeah, but I told Y/N she should go for it, and she obviously did!” Cole cheered, kissing his small friend’s forehead in the process. “My girl!”

“Hmm… Lily? Are you okay?” Y/N asked, directing the attention away from the whole mess that was that entire situation and back to the long-haired woman.

“Yeah, must’ve been something I ate.” she shrugged it off, absentmindedly rubbing her belly, a telltale sign the initial trio instantly recognized.

The doctor smiled knowingly, pretending to believe her friend’s excuse and hoping her relationship with Jack wouldn’t be brought up again.

“Enough with dodging questions!” Luke blurted out, rubbing his temples. “Just tell us if you two are going at it or not.”

Spoke too soon.

Jack and Y/N looked at each other, and she nodded affirmatively at him, giving him permission to tell everyone the truth.

“Is there any way you’ll believe me if I tell you I was kissing Trevor?”

“I was the one that had to see you shove your tongues down each other’s throats. Worst experience of my life.” their friend objected, shuddering at the mental image.

“Why are you acting as if seeing us kiss is worse than asking us if we did it, like you did, numerous times before?” Jack asked, rolling his eyes.

“Well, if I had walked in a bit later…”

“Yes, we were kissing. Yes, we’re dating, I guess. It happened last night, so… We wanted to keep it a secret for a while and then tell you but I guess you guys beat us to it. It’s all pretty new and scary so please don’t let it slip or put too much pressure on us, we’re the live version of newborn Bambi. We’re still learning how to walk together.” Y/N spoke up, surprising everyone with her candid statements.

“This is the best day ever.” Lily proclaimed, placing both of her hands over her heart. “Wait until Alex…”

She was suddenly interrupted by her boyfriend's voice. Trevor instinctively moved to block his passage and prevent him from making his way in.

“Why isn’t anyone that enters the bathroom coming out? Is this some Narnia shit? Is Lil okay? Let me in!” Alex shouted from the other side of the door, attempting to force his way in and nearly making Trevor topple over.

“Luke, why the hell don’t you have keys on your locks?” Y/N groaned, as Trevor struggled to keep their clueless friend out.

“How the hell is it supposed for people to come in and help you if there’s an emergency? Seriously…It’s like you guys forget to turn on your brains sometimes…” her friend huffed, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Trev, let the man in before he has a heart attack worrying about his girl.”

Trevor stepped aside from the door as Alex was preparing himself to come at the door at full speed, his shoulder hitting the wood and propping it right open, making him land on the floor.

“Ow!” he howled, shuffling to his feet. “Lily, baby, are you okay? Do you need anything?” he ran to her, his hand brushing over her flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, honey, don’t worry, she’s just acting up today.” his girlfriend chuckled, taking his hand in hers and kissing his knuckles softly.

“She’s feisty, like her mother.”

The entire group went completely silent. Did they just…tell them they were expecting unknowingly? It took the couple a few seconds to fully register that what they had said wasn’t meant to be heard inside of Luke's lavish bathroom. They glanced over at their friends, huge smiles etched on each one of their faces.

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag?” the soon-to-be mother snorted, as she was almost tackled by the group.

“Well, Y/N, Trevor and I kinda already knew.” Jack confessed, ruffling her hair a bit.

“Trevor!” Lily scolded. “You blabbermouth!”

“We figured it out, he just confirmed it.” Y/N explained, letting go of Lily to give Alex a hug. “Congratulations, daddy!”

“Oh my god, I’ve been waiting almost ten years to hear you say that!” the curly-haired man playfully rejoiced, earning a slap in the back of the head from Jack. “What?”

“Oh, baby, Y/N and Jack are dating now.”

The new couple fought the urge to cringe as Lily's words escaped her lips and Alex's lips twisted into a wicked grin.

“Ha! And you tried to tell me you were just friends? I could smell the sexual tension from miles away! I was right! I’m loving it here. I’m giving you a year before he proposes. He knows exactly what ring he’s going to buy, he always has, it’s this beautiful –“

“That’s enough buddy.” Jack coughed, prompting him to keep quiet.

Y/N looked over at the Devils' player adoringly, placing an arm around his waist and hugging his side. She should probably freak out. She should make a run for it and never look back. But did she want to? Not even a little bit. The calmness that Jack instilled in her was like a drug to her and she could feel herself getting addicted to his presence and his entire being slowly, but steadily. As she went through the reasons why she thought her friends couldn’t know, she realized how silly it all was. Y/N Y/L/N, like each and every one of us, had one life to live. And, after telling their friends about them, she felt free. To be honest, she could get used to it. She knew she probably would. At that precise moment, surrounded by some of her favorite people in the world and the loving man she could now call hers, Y/N didn’t even mind.

“We weren’t supposed to tell you in the bathroom after I barfed the entirety of my stomach’s contents…” Lily grimaced, the taste still lingering on her tongue.

“We were going to have Trevor get the bottle of cheap champagne we brought and have him drop it when we told you, for dramatic purposes, obviously.” Alex proceeded to tell their friends about their plans. “Wait... Quinn!"

"I heard you guys from all the way over here." they heard the oldest Hughes brother say from the living room. "Congrats!"

"Come here!"

"Respectfully... No."

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atom-writings · 10 months

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Hi if its ok to ask for a hc with the hetalia guys

What if they have a s/o whos a fashion student/designer who dose elegant, modern and femenine looks and also likes sketching to stress relif . Hope its not confusing ^^' and love the hc and stories you make with the hetalia characters

Whenever reading luds its fun

(Allies + Italy X Reader) Fashionista, artistic S/O!

(Feminine) Headcanons ~ A/N didnt do germany n japan bcs they would be like ok 👍love u. Do ur thing and thats it jskhkjj. req that seperately ig

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Thank god you’re around because otherwise, Alfred would walk outside in neon shorts, a novelty t-shirt, and sandals with socks. Luckily he has deep pockets, so the two of you can go on shopping sprees together all the time. He’ll wear whatever you tell him to, just make sure he doesn’t buy another pair of pizza pants.

He does love how feminine you are though. As much as he hates to admit it, he internalized a lot of 50s ideals. It’s always been his fantasy to have a ladylike wife, someone who can smooth his rough edges, someone graceful and caring. Once he realised you exemplify those traits, he had to have you.

Your hobbies are the exact opposite of his, but he’s always happy to listen and support your interests. Any art you do, regardless of how much you like it, is ending up framed on the wall, too.

Arthur cares quite a lot about fashion, too! Although his tastes are a bit vintage and very conservative. He’d be very interested in your studies, every time you get home, he’ll ask you a million and one questions about the newest developments. And if you make your own clothes, he’ll pull some strings to get you your own studio. After all, what kind of idiot wouldn’t support the future head of the fashion industry?

He loves how elegant you are, too. He’s always been attracted to ultra-femininity, so your indulgences in that part of yourself always excite him. It’s nearly impossible for him to keep his hands off you when you wear those cute dresses…

He’s also always had a thing for femme fatales, but you didn’t hear it from me…

Oh, mon Dieu! You’re the perfect partner for Francis! He’s absolutely over the moon about having an artistic S/O! He wants to see all of your work, everything you’re studying, and everything you want to make! All your thoughts, your ideas, your aspirations, he wants to know all of it. There’s nothing better for creativity than in-depth discussions, right?

One annoying thing though, is just that… he really loves your work. So he is constantly requesting that you make more. It’s very motivating when you’re going through art block, but… it’s not like you can design all of his clothes! Of course, since he’s also very skilled in that area, he’s very willing to help you whenever possible though. You need fabric? Your machine broke? Just need a second pair of eyes? He’s there. (And his advice is usually pretty good!)

Definitely gonna take you on a lot of dates to art museums and the like.

Well, Yao has never been that big into fashion… but nowadays his people are really getting into it. Now that he has you, you can make sure no one calls him lame and outdated! (And then he gets to spoil you with clothes you love along the way. Win-win!) With your guidance, everyone will finally envy him and his beautiful wife again. Wait- Sorry, he constantly forgets you two aren’t married yet.

He’d love to work side by side with you. He has very different artistic pursuits, but spending that kind of time together is always nice. Both of you lost in your own little worlds with the only words being exchanged being occasional compliments. He’s really latched onto your own ways to relieve stress…

Also, because of how graceful and elegant you are, he’s like… obsessed with you. He thinks of you as some kind of goddess, and he’s always trying to please you to make up for how lucky he feels.

Oh, how cute! He absolutely adores your work! While you’re busy designing and sewing, he loves bringing you little snacks and drinks while you're busy- he doesn’t wanna interrupt, really… he just can’t resist getting a little peak at whatever you’re working on. Whatever it is, he’s proud of you!

Since you like sketching to relax, he often takes you out to beautiful places. Whenever you’re stressed, or upset, or scared, he’s throwing you over his shoulder with your sketchbook and bringing you to a flower field. Maybe he’ll even start drawing himself! Although, you’re basically the only thing that inspires him.

Although he isn’t usually very attracted to ultra femininity, there’s something so pure about you that constantly makes him fall more and more in love. You’re like his sister, but not unstable and homicidal. And not his sister.

A fashion student? Well, you’ve come to the best! Not him, exactly, he dresses like someone you’d see on r/peopleofwalmart, but his country at least. He could probably even get government loans for you to buy as much fabric as you need. And if you need a model, he’s been told he’s very average.

He would be able to help with your sketching, though. His classical training isn’t usually something that can be easily passed on, but he’s very willing to sit down and teach you anything you want. If you’re not as serious though, he respects that. Leaves more opportunity for him to be the one sketching you.

Your femininity is what drew him to you in the first place. He’s never been able to resist pretty people, and seeing how you carried yourself… and what you wore… it’s a wonder you two are dating now considering his accidentally creepy introduction.

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Pt.1: Help needed?

First part to the new series 'My love for sweets'

Remus lupinxblack!reader

Summary:remus decided he needed help with his class work grading after having an encounter with his favorite student he knew he had the perfect assistant

Tw:agegap , student teacher, nicknames like (dove, sweetheart), making out, groping.

once the bell rung y/n began gathering her things as she did, so a warm finger tapped her shoulder making her jump and turn around "oh! I'm sorry dove I didn't mean to spook you" she slightly craned her neck up to look at the scarred face defense against the dark arts teacher "professor lupin! Its uh- fine did you need Something?" he stepped back his hands in his pockets before clearing his throat "ah yes I was wondering if you could come to my office tonight as I have a job for you" he smiled as the chocolate-colored girl smiled at him before tossing her bag onto her shoulder "may I ask what this mystery job is professor?" she tilted her head in curiosity "come tonight and ill tell you later. Have a good day now dove.''

As she left the classroom she couldn't help but smile as she thought about tonight. what job could he have for her "there you are!" her thoughts fell out of her head as the red head Hermione ran up to her "what took you so long?!" she simply shrugged and continued down the steps to the great hall as her and Hermione sat down, she couldn't help but think about tonight he was so interesting to her that she just couldn't quite shake it off. What job was it? "Oh, look at her... She must be thinking about snoging Draco like she did last year" Ron laughed bringing the girl from her thoughts "ugh as if" she laughed and rolled her eyes she turned around to look at Draco only he was already looking at her.

After a few more jokes and eating the group headed off to their potions class which was miserable like usual "god I hate that class does snape ever shut the hell up?" she sighed as she walked backwards ranting to the group about how bad the class is "really though" Hermione agreed and harry just nodded

A few more classes later and super and the day was done everyone got ready for bed yet she didn't. It seemed that the more she looked at the clock the slower it went until finally the hand touched 10. She quietly got up and made her way out of the girl's dormitory with only the tip of her wand lighting the way.

Once she made it out of the common room she was quickly stepping down the stairs and making her way down the long dark halls until she finally reached his office, with a wave the light on her wand faded out leaving her in the dark hallway before she took a deep breath before softly knocking twice "come in" as she stepped in she closed the door behind herself "well don't be a stranger dove take a seat" he smiled at her as he pointed to the brown chair that sat across from his desk she sat down "well what's the job?" she says back in the chair trying to relax as much as possible "you are an impatient girl" he chuckled before setting his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared into her eyes "well sorry professor-" but before she could finish he interrupted her "just call me Remus" she nodded "well okay Remus. So, what's the job?" he laughed before saying "well I was wondering if you could. Help me grade y'know? You're one of my best even the best I daresay, I'll give you extra credit too.." she rubbed her eyes "I'll do it but um...you have students better than me?' she joked "well no I only really wanted you for the job" he admitted she ran her nails across the desk just thinking "when do you want me to start?" she asked him as she took in all of his futures, his eyes, his lips, the scars that adorned his face and hands "whenever you feel ready to" she sighed "eh-tonight?" Remus smiled "grand" he went thru his pile and gave her a few papers to grade "I'll give you more once I see how you do okay?" she nodded and began working, in no time she was done and ready for more Remus gave her an approving look before handing her a bigger stack and for an hour or so they worked in silence "that's good for today. Great work y/n" she sat back and groaned as she stretched her legs. she smiled before yawning "I should get back to my dorm I'm so tired" Remus nodded before she stood up to leave his office "...y/n could you come here" she walked behind his desk and waited for what he was going to do. His hands grabbed at her waist before he pulled her down onto his lap making her forcefully straddle him "professor-" before she could even push him away, he held her hands behind her back as he slowly kissed her "I don't think we can do this-" he grunted in acknowledge to what she was saying but didn't give her a reply. His rough hands grabbed at bare skin on her hips that slightly showed in between her shirt and skirt before they slid up her back before they found their way into her bra and onto her nipples making her back arch. she pulled away "R-Remus we really can't I should-" but again she was shut up with another kiss before he let her go "I- I'm sorry y/n I-" "no its fine...I should go though" he nodded before she turned around and left his dimly lit office and into the dark hallway. Once inside her dorm she fell onto her bed and just laid there...I mean who just kisses one of their teachers she didn't know what to do knowing she had to see him again tomorrow was making her stomach churn. But that was hours away so her solution at the moment was sleep.

#black reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #harry potter #black writblr #remus lupin smut

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yukidragon · 1 year

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My friend EC, the project head for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack, has released a video answering the frequently asked questions about the project after we released the trailer a few days ago. A transcript of this video will be underneath the cut for those who need it, followed by some additional commentary from me.

✨🎶✨🎶 A brief explanation of the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack project. Our sincere gratitude reaches out to everyone who supports us! It is my sincere hope that this video will put your mind at ease if you are upset about the project. 🎶✨🎶✨

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The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack Fangame Belated April Fool Project

Kristella Sauce Leaf Yuki EC Potato Lonsi Prima

Q: Was this all just an April Fool’s Day prank/joke?

A: Yes, the director came up with the idea and thought it’d be fun to do a mock trailer “as a joke”, but the effort that went into making the trailer was no joke. A lot of people put their time and effort into this to create something sizable and satisfying, even if “fake”.

Q: Is this going to be a real game someday in the future?

A: Perhaps, but it’s unthinkable to create something before the actual Sunny Day Jack game itself is even finished. When it is finally released, maybe then we can talk about making this into a visual novel project.

(No promises though!)

Q: If this was for April Fools, why is it being released now, a whole month later?

A: The short answer is, despite starting a few months in advance, the scope of the project extended past our initial expectations and we were unable to, even with multiple people putting in work, produce the finished product by the April 1st deadline.

Despite this, we had already planned the “reveal” part of the trailer and had assets, in addition to wanting to keep the original spirit of what started the project, so we shot to release it as soon as we could.

Q: If that’s the case, why hype it up so much and make us feel like this would be a real game?

A: With the official game still far off from release, the complete lack of budget or funding [all of this way paid for out of pocket on top of the large amount of work put in by everyone involved], we didn’t assume people would think it was seriously possible for us to produce a full visual novel game.

The impossibility of that task was very clear to us, but we neglected to consider how clear that was to the audience. A lot of work was put into the concept, the character and costume design, the CGs, the voice acting… all of that is very real, and we considered that to be a rewarding experience, even if for a “fake” game.

Q: I'm upset that this is a prank when we were made to think it would be real. Do you have anything to say to those with grievances?

A: All we can say is that we apologize for anyone genuinely hurt by the prank. It was not anyone on the team's intention to be hurtful, and everything was said and done in good fun.

All we can be is sorry, if any of the wording or the prank itself made anyone feel foolish or hurt. We wanted to make something fun and keep the original idea for the video to be an April Fool's Day project, even if it was going to be late. We hope you're still able to enjoy the fruits of our labor.

Q: Will we still be able to learn more about this AU, see the content produced for it, etc.?

A: Even if the game is [currently] not in development, the progress and planning for this mock trailer were very real. We plan to release a concept art book for The Phantom of SDJ! So, you can look forward to seeing how this project began, the timeline of how we developed the concept and design, and the struggles we faced during production.

Q: What will the concept book of Phantom of the Sunny Day Jack contain?

A: It’s going to have looks at story planning, unused lines from our lovely scriptwriter Yuki, masquerade costume design planning from our awesome designer Lonsii, fake mini-game scenes planned out by the team, CG sketches and concepts from myself, unused costume and CG ideas, the production timeline, the struggles we faced during this whole process, and some silly doodles our team made during this project and many more.

We put a lot of love, time, and effort into making this project and would be elated to share the inner workings of it with you all, especially for those who might benefit from seeing the methods we employed, for their own projects!

Merch is also being planned, though it’ll be some time before any is available.

This artbook, sadly, can’t be shared for free due to the amount of work put into it.

The concept book will have both a digital and physical copy, with the physical copy being more expensive to help cover printing and shipping expenses. Physical copies may also come with physical goodies as well!

Though it’s all still in the planning stages, please look forward to this art and concept book!

That's all folks, Thank you for your support and understanding! See ya next time!

...

Additional Comments From the Project Script Writer

Now that everything is out in the open, I can finally talk about the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack without restriction.

The first thing I want to say is that I'm truly sorry to everyone who felt genuinely upset by the reveal that the project was a mock trailer instead of a fan game. After reading all of the comments that I received in the immediate aftermath, I realize now how some of the wording might have come across as mean spirited, rather than playfully teasing.

While I might not be in charge of the project, I was brought on to write the script, which makes it my responsibility. I apologize if any part of the skit came across as mocking or cruel. It wasn't our intention to set that sort of tone. While this video was an April Fool's prank, we never intended to make anyone feel upset or hurt. The intention of the skit at the end was to laugh with everyone, not at them. That's why Barry roasts the team and the video as a whole at the end.

Everyone on the team loves this fandom and everyone in it. The last thing we wanted was to make anyone feel bad. We wanted to make a fun experience that everyone could enjoy. That's why we worked so hard to make this video the best that it could be.

I realize too that a part of the problem was all the hype going into the release, and I played a large part in that. I gushed about it on discord to my friends on various servers, and in a number of posts on my socials. I was so excited to be a part of this project, coming up with ideas, having my lines read by the voice actors, and hearing them read along with the beautiful visuals. It was so much fun working with the team and watching the work come together in such a fantastic video. I was excited and wanted to share that excitement as much as the NDA would permit me.

While I was always careful to call this a project and nothing else, I never corrected those who assumed that this was a real game being developed. I might not have lied directly, but it was still a lie of omission. I allowed people to draw their own conclusions and misled them in the process, and unfortunately that wound up unintentionally tainting the experience for a number of people.

I am sincerely sorry to anyone who was hurt and/or upset by this belated April Fool's prank. I am sorry if I let you down. I will try to do better in the future.

The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack might not be a game (at least not in the foreseeable future) but it is an AU. There is lore to it. The teaser post I made about my headcanons was just a small sample of the lore that I developed over the course of the project. I did research about the various iterations of the Phantom of the Opera, as well as aspects of 19th century Paris, and considered how to blend those elements into the lore and spirit of Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

Eventually, I plan on making posts about the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack headcanons that I built when making this project in greater detail. I also started writing a short story for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack. While I won't write a series like Sunshine in Hell, I've already started indulging with my OTP in this alternate universe too, so expect flashfics in the future.

I'll try to have the transcript for the faux trailer soon for those who need it. Please do forgive me for not having it ready when the video dropped.

Unfortunately, it might take me a while to gather the energy to make these posts. I humbly ask that you please be patient with me.

If a real game does come about for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack, the story will probably be different than my personal headcanons and lore, since a collaborative project means that others will contribute to the lore as well, changing things and expanding the world in ways that I never thought of. I might have been the lead writer, but I wasn't the only one contributing to the story after all.

While the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack is (currently) not a real fangame for Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, it is a labor of love that we spent months working on. This trailer is a love letter dedicated to everyone in this wonderful and wholesome community that we've built around this sweet primary colored yandere clown. We love you all!

Thank you for reading, and for your support. Keep shining bright, sunshine.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack #Transcript

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princessconsuela120 · 9 months

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Chapter seven: Out of the Woods —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mentions of pregnancy

Authors Note: This ones a shorter one, but I couldn’t think of how else to make this more South Park coded. Don’t forget to comment like and repost! Enjoy!

Chapter art by @silvell

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DRIVING UP TO MARK AND VANESSA’S FELT LIKE A FEVER DREAM. Just imagining that in a few months it would be my kid here and not me. I couldn’t help but shiver at the thought. At least I knew they’d have a good life, a really really good life. They had such a nice yard where they could play, a beautiful living area where they’d grow up, and it was as far away from the chaos of South Park as possible.

“Juno, I didn't expect to see you here.” Mark said, greeting me at the door as I walked in, looking in as I took in the scenery.

“I have something really cool to show you guys. Is Vanessa here?” I asked, pulling my bag off and searching for the ultrasound photos.

“No. Actually, she's working late tonight. Trying to accrue as much time off as she can before the..” he gestured to my stomach, making me nod.

“Oh, right. I hear these are quite the time suck.” I say, placing my hands on my bump.

“Yeah. I'm just having a ginseng cooler. Would you like one?” I gave him a strange look, which he mocked as he looked back at me.

“What is it with you rich people and your herb-infused juices?” I asked, sitting back on their couch as if it were my own. My amazing ability to make any place feel like home. I kept looking through my bag, deciding to forgot about looking for the photo for a second.

“Something to do with those sporty four-packs they come in. They're not bad though. Did you say you had something to show me?” He asked, reminding me to look through my bag before I continued to grill him.

“Behold, good sir, your future child.” I said happily, pulling the ultrasound photo out of my pocket as Mark came to sit beside me on the couch.

“Hey, look at that.”

“I think it looks like my friend Kyle.” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It’s kinda weird actually, the baby wasn’t even here and I could already see the small curve in it’s nose that Kyle had. It kinda made this all a little bit easier, knowing that a little piece of him was along with me for the ride.

“Is he also bald and amorphous?” Mark teased, but I simply shook my head.

“No, he's the dad.” I explained, and he nodded. I think he understood that there must have been something sore there, a kryptonite of mine to bring up Kyle. He didn’t push that part any further.

“Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?

“I can't. The doctor can. But I kind of want it to be a surprise.”

“Well, it can only go one of two ways.”

“That's what you think.” I said laughing, shaking my head at him. “I mean, I drank tons of booze and smoked so much old weed from my dads farm. He has this thing called the pandemic special, shit goes crazy...You might end up with one of those scary neuter-babies born without junk.” I explained, taking a long swig from my water bottle while raising a brow at Mark.

“Junk, huh?” He asked, seeming confused.

“Yeah, you know, its parts.”

“We definitely want it to have some junk. Please.” Mark said with a sigh, and I pressed my lips together in a frown.

“You don't need to worry about a thing. My mom makes me eat super-healthy. You know, I can't stand in front of the microwave, and no red M&M's. I hope you're ready.” I explained, but Mark seemed to ignore the question. The song playing from the cd player seemed to catch his attention.

“You hear that?” He said, getting up as he turned the volume up.

“What?”

“This is my favorite song. This is Sonic Youth doing "Superstar" by the Carpenters. What did you say your favorite band was?”

“Didn't. It's a three-way tie between Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana and Pink Floyd.”

There was a reason, of course there was. Though my favorite of all time was Billy Joel, but he asked about bands. When we were kids I don’t think I could survive without my earbuds in blasting any and all Billy Joel and Fleetwood Mac songs. Billy Joel was me and Kyle’s thing. The first day he got his license, he picked me up and blasted Billy Joel music as we drove around. Vienna must have played 20 times before we even got home. And Fleetwood Mac was Stan. Even as children, when my mom would sing us Landslide to help us fall asleep.

“I'm definitely making you some CD's. At least while my kid's in there.” He said, making me smile slightly.

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AFTER LISTENING TO A FEW SONGS, and establishing a very important argument of 80s movies, we ended up on the couch watching Terminator. It had been an all out war, I had to defend my stand on Swayze for my life. It was nice, a cool way of getting away from the chaos of my life, no South Park, no Cartman, no Kyle, nothing. It was a nice quiet alternative to the craziness of my life.

“I’m sorry but I just can’t give you the win on this one. Dirty dancing will forever be the winner.” I said, shaking my head as he sighed.

“At Least it’s Dirty Dancing not some bouge remake.” He said, making me nod as I leaned back, a new movie now playing on tv.

“Have you guys thought of any names for the baby yet?”

“Sort of, yes. Vanessa likes Madison for a girl.” I looked over at Mark with furrowed eyebrows, not being able to help the dirty look I gave.

“Madison? Wait, hold on. Isn't that, like, a little gay?” I said rudely, earning a look in return from Mark.

“Wow, pretentious much? Should everyone just have a mysterious name like Juno? Isn’t your brother's name Stanley?” He argued, and I just shook my head.

“My dad went through this huge obsession with Roman and Greek mythology. You know, while he was high on weed. So he decided to name me after Zeus' wife.”

“I got it.”

“Zeus, he had tons of lays...But I'm pretty sure Juno was his only wife. And she was supposed to be, like, really beautiful but really mean. Like Diana Ross.” I explained, and he smiled at me as I rambled. It was strange, the way he smiled at me, but I didn’t think much of it. He was probably just trying not to laugh at my ridiculous talk.

“Well, that suits you.” He said, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Thanks?”

“You are something else.” I was about to make a comment before the front door opened. “There's Vanessa. You'd better go.”

“What? Why?” I asked, confused, considering I had come in the first place to show them their baby.

“She hates when I sit around and I watch movies and I don't "contribute."” He explained, getting up and clearing the sofa canes we had downed while here.

“No, I'll handle this. I'm really good at diffusing mom-type rage.” I explained, having handled mine and Kyle’s mothers for quite some time.

“Juno, seriously…”

“Mark, where are you? I got some stuff…” Vanessa said, the bags in her arms bouncing against her legs as she walked in.

“Hey, Vanessa.” I said cheerfully, though Vanessa seemed worried by my arrival.

“Juno. What's going on?” She asked, trying to see if she could find anything wrong.

“Nothing.”

“What's wrong?”

“I went to the doctor today.” I explained.

“Is something wrong?”

“The baby's great. It's the right size and everything. I even saw its phalanges today. Here. It's a baby. It's your baby. It kind of looks like it's waving, you know? Like it's saying, "Hey, Vanessa, will you be my mom?"”

When I showed Vanessa the picture there was a certain sparkle that seemed to form in her eyes, one I realized made her even more beautiful. She was so entirely happy, and in awe to see the baby, it made it all the more magical. It made me grateful to be able to say I was helping her.

“It kind of does.”

“Right?” I asked happily, smiling when Vanessa looked up at us.

“Juno was nice enough to bring that over for us.” Mark said, as Vanessa’s worry slowly faded.

“Yeah, I came as soon as I got that ultrasound goo off my pelvis. It was crazy, actually. My mom verbally abused… The ultrasound tech, and we got escorted off the premises. Wow, what kind of swag did you score? Mall madness, huh?” I rambled, looking down at the millions of bags in her hands.

“It's just some stuff I picked up for the baby.” She said.

“Don't you usually get all that stuff at a baby shower?”

“I doubt anyone's gonna throw us a shower.”

“Why wouldn't they throw you a shower?”

“I don't think people know how to feel about the situation…”

“Because it's not set in stone.”

I looked up to see both Mark and Vanessa looking down, as if mourning a past child they didn’t get to have. It broke my heart.

“What isn't set...? No. You don't think that I'm gonna flake out on you?” I asked, but Vanessa smiled sweetly.

“No, I don't, Juno. We went through a situation before where it didn't work out.” She explained, and Mark frowned beside her.

“Yeah, cold feet.”

“You should've gone to China. You know, because I hear they give away babies like free iPods. They just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events.” I explained, pretending to shoot a canon around. Mark and Vanessa shared a look before looking back at me.

“Your parents are probably wondering where you are.”

“No. I'm already pregnant. So, what other kind of shenanigans could I get into? But I should probably bounce.” I said, grabbing my keys as I began heading out.

“Take care.”

“Bye now.”

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#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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superduperizee · 1 year

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gruvia week 2023 day one - reflection

~colors~

For an aspiring artist like him, it was hard for Gray to work on a piece without seeing any color.

He wanted to see colors too, but he wasn’t fortunate enough to have met his soulmate unlike his friends. Thankfully, his friends were still supportive of his chosen field, and were proud of his works.

For his future works, he wanted to use colors. And he’s going to find a way to use them, with or without someone’s help. With or without a soulmate.

“What are the colors of these leaves?” He asked his friend, Erza, when they were out hiking for the weekend, together with the others. Erza saw colors since she was little. His friend was lucky enough to be friends with her soulmate since childhood.

Erza touched the leaves on the ground. “It’s autumn now, so the colors of these leaves range from deep orange to light yellow.”

Gray nodded in understanding, and jotted down the colors in his journal. He planned on purchasing some new materials for his next art project. His desire to use colors was greater than ever.

“I’ll stay here for a while, you can go with the others, I’ll just catch up. Needed to do some rough sketches.”

“You can take a photo of the scenery and use that as a reference, Gray.”

“It has a different feel when I do it real-time.” He countered.

Erza hesitated for a moment but decided she should let her friend do his thing. “Okay, but catch up with us as soon as you finish!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Gray sat down and leaned his back on a tree trunk and sketched away.

But with Gray, working on a sketch meant that he wasn’t aware of the time. When he looked at his watch after finishing, he got surprised that it was already afternoon. He needed to catch up with his friends before it got dark..

He got up and walked briskly, moving forward to the direction where he last saw his friends. This proved to be difficult when the trail lead to two different pathways. “Damn it,” He whispered to himself as he took out his phone from his pocket. No service.

Today was his unlucky day.

Gray was reaching for his compass in his bag when he saw the movement near the stream. For a moment, he panicked, but tried to calm himself down. Worrying was not best in this situation. He inched closer to the body of water and checked out if there would be movement again.

The ripples of the stream intrigued him. He thought something was trying to call him to look into the body of water. Scared, Gray backed out for a moment, before feeling the gentle breeze of the wind. The soft gust whispered that it was safe to come near the stream. Like it was promising only good things to happen.

And so, Gray slowly looked into the body of water, so clear that he saw a reflection.

Only, the reflection he saw was not his.

Gray shouted, surprised with what he saw. A woman. In the water. Smiling at him.

In color.

He didn't expect to meet his soulmate today. And he didn’t expect to meet his soulmate this way.

Was it even possible that his soulmate is a non-human? A sprite?

A water fairy?

He tried to calm his loudly beating heart, taking note that he was being judgmental with this woman. Maybe she was taking breathing lessons underwater. Or just taking a dip in the stream since the weather was humid today. There were hundreds of possibilities.

But Gray knew deep down that the woman was one of the nature spirits in the forest.

Taking deep breaths, he crawled to where he saw her, and looked at the reflection again.

And there she was, smiling at him from the water, her beautiful hair sprawled to frame her sweet face.

Gray wondered what color it was.

Her beauty was other-worldy.

She placed her palms on the surface of the water below. It was as if the water was something that encased her and trapped her there for so long.

He reached for her too. He wanted to ask so many questions. But when their hands touched, Gray heard the shouts of his friends, looking for him.

The cool feeling of her palm was gone the moment he turned to her again, and so was she.

“Gray! What the hell? You told me you were gonna catch up? We were panicking when you didn’t join us!”

“Sorry, sorry!” He patted his jeans as he got up and looked at his friend, taking fancy at the color of her hair.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Your hair looks disheveled.” He tried to conceal that he could see colors now. But it came with different consequences.

This earned him a smack to his head.

“Haha! You deserve that, punk!” Shouted his friend, Natsu, who looked even more ridiculous once he saw his hair color.

“You look more like a moron with that kind of hair.” He walked past him and joined the others.

“You wanna go here, punk?!”

“Shut up, Natsu, do not disturb the peaceful nature around us.”

Natsu got restrained by his friends so that a fight would not break out.

~0~

He learned, as soon as he bought paint for his next project, that the color he saw was a specific type of blue. He also learned that it was rare to find the color in nature.

Gray mixed his paint to create the type of blue he saw on her. After a course of months, he could not forget about her. Her sweet smile, her bright eyes, her cool hands– they were all engraved in his mind.

He memorized her whole existence in his head that he created a painting of her. Gray knew his friends who saw colors were a little puzzled with how he did the colors on his painting. Months ago, he was asking for help with them to create his projects.

There were two main questions swirling in their minds. Is the lady in his portrait his soulmate? When did they meet?

To this, Gray remained silent and kept creating. The piece he was currently working on was a tribute to her. He could finally see colors, and could finally create his art in a different way than he used to. This painting was a small token of gratitude for her.

And he wondered what her name was. Do fairies have names? He wanted to name his painting after her.

And he wanted her to see his creation some day.

Hopefully it might be sooner than later.

~0~

“Gray?”

“Hm?”

“I’d like to buy your painting. You know, the one with the blue-hair–”

“Not for sale.”

“Please?”

“Sorry,” Gray dipped his bread in the hot chocolate drink he had bought from Cana’s cafe. “Not for sale.”

Can slouched behind the counter of the cafe. “I was thinking of having a make-over for the cafe, and I think it’s the perfect piece.”

“You could commission me one if you’d like.”

“But that painting is magical, Gray! It has a magical feel.” Cana paused and straightened her posture. “It pulls you to look at it and admire it and it feels like good things are gonna happen when you stare at the painting.”

Over the months, after exhibiting the painting in different places, Gray got offered a lot of money for it. Some would say he’s dumb for not taking the offers because it was big money, but he couldn’t let go of it. It’s like his charm in his life. And if it felt like that for the others too, then he couldn’t blame them.

Plus the subject of the painting is his soulmate, so it was hard to let go of it.

“Then, could I at least rent it for the reopening day? You never know, the woman might stumble upon this cafe and see that painting of hers.” Cana had a mischievous tone when she declared that.

“Haha.” Gray answered, sarcasm enveloping his voice. He took a deep breath. Cana was right. He wanted at least a small chance of her seeing this painting, and she would not see it if it’s just in the safety of his house.

“Okay,” He slapped the table lightly and looked at his friend. “You can rent it for the first week of the reopening day.”

Cana smiled. “Let’s talk about the prices later.”

~0~

The reopening of Cana’s cafe proved to be a success. The drinks, the food, the atmosphere, together with Gray's painting made the place cozy. Gray received many compliments for his work and he even scored potential clients.

He sat in the corner, chilling as the hours went by. Gray watched people coming and going with satisfied smiles on their faces. Killing the time, he pulled out his sketchbook out of his bag and decided to draw the scenery in front of him. Focused on his work, he nearly missed the bell of the door when someone went in before the shop closed.

“Can Juvia have a cup of hot chocolate with one vanilla sponge cake please?” She asked the worker behind the counter. When she went to find a space to sit down, Gray caught a glimpse of her. He did a double take as she stared at the painting in the middle of the cafe. That blue hair... no doubt it was her.

She stared at it, admiring the work of art. Smiling, she felt her heart beat faster as she sensed someone standing beside her.

“Hello!”

“Hey,” Gray felt like a fool talking to the woman beside her. For months, he kept thinking about her, but now that his muse was here, he didn’t know what to say. “Do you remember me? In the woods, the stream?

A nod from her was all it took to boost Gray’s confidence in talking. She was really that person. “Do you see the colors now, too?”

“Well, Juvia being one from nature, she could see colors all her life. She heard it’s different for humans. Do you see colors now?"

And she… Juvia… really was his soulmate.

And he didn’t care if she was human or not.

She reached for his hand and the painting moved like a scene from a movie. It surprised Gray that he was there in the painting, hand-in-hand with her. Smiling to each other, as nature bears witness to their union.

“If you like it, that may be our future. Would that be okay with you?” Her voice, laced with the sweetness of honey and the promise of forever appealed to Gray so much. He was willing to be one with her, right then and there.

“Although I heard humans have this thing called dating before getting married.” The sound of her giggles were like the anthem of his future life.

“What’s your name? I heard earlier, but I want you to introduce yourself to me.” For a moment, Gray thought that sounded ridiculous. She's not from here, so he wanted to start this with an introduction.

She giggled and interlaced their palms together to shake his hands. “I’m Juvia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Gray mirrored her expression, like the reflection they had of each other in the woods. “I’m Gray Fullbuster. Thank you for bringing colors to my life.”

“So, what do you call this painting, Gray-sama? It’s really wonderful.”

And true to his word that he dedicated this to her, Gray responded with all the pride in him. “It’s called, Juvia, The Water Maiden.”

She giggled again, and blushed with the dedication. “Is this for sale? I would like to buy it.”

A small grin graced Gray’s feature. “You own that painting the moment I made it.”

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