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cameronslilypad · 2 days

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find me through my dealer - part four

summary: you and rafe have been in the same friend group for a while now, so you could be considered close, when he finds out you have a dealer who isn't him he demands you cut them off and use him instead. you both work out an arrangement you get 'discounts' and in return do him 'favours' (but are they really favours if the both of you enjoy it a little too much?) because that's what friends are for right? friends?

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you wake up to your phone ringing right next you your ear, you jolted up at the sheer shock you felt.

“what.” you ask without even looking at who’s calling you, you’re not in the mood for whoever just interrupted your sleep.

“woah, no need for the tone” he says with a light hearted chuckle, it’s rafe on the other end. you should’ve fucking guessed. although why would you’ve he’d barely spoken to you recently.

“alright, sure” you groan, already fed up with his bullshit.

“come see me” he begs, only now that you’ve woken up a bit you can tell by his tone of voice, and the light husk it carries. he’s high.

“i’m good” you respond. you’re still half asleep and cant be bothered to entertain whatever he wants you for.

“c’mon baby, i’ve got something for you” baby? he was literally ignoring you yesterday, what is this shit he’s playing at? but the need you can hear in his voice is what’s convincing you.

“okay” you hang up straight away, your hangover surprisingly isn’t that bad but you’re not feeling perfect so a bit of time will be needed to leave the house.

knock knock. its only been around 25 minutes since you were on the phone with rafe and you’re already at his doorstep.

“come in” rafe lets you in, wrapping his arms around waist, head ducked down so his chin is on your shoulder, as he leads you up to his bedroom. you sit cross legged on his bed, your not quite sure what to do with yourself.

“i was doing some of this and thought it would be fun for us to do it together. only if you want” he clarifies sitting next to you and pulling out a small baggie filled with white powder. to this your mouth upturns into a slight smirk and you nod.

“you sure? i pre rolled you four joints for you if you don’t wanna do this” his eyebrows furrow as his eyes stare directly into your own. the genuine look in his eyes is making your head hurt, this was the same guy that fucked you last night practically without saying a word. you ignore that, you don’t want to ruin this time because of the past, even if it was less that 24 hours ago, maybe he wasn’t having a good day?

“you think i can’t handle it?” you tease, trying to change the mood from his caringness which is making you feel things you shouldn’t.

“oh don’t worry baby, i know you can take it” he chuckles and gets his phone out, opens the baggie and pours a small line onto the back of his phone which he passes to you.

“i’ve already crushed it so you can do it straight away” he tells you reaching behind him to get a rolled up bill from his bedside table, which he quickly passes to you. you feel the powder funnel up your nose, you quickly tilt your head up so it all stays up there. you use your finger to collect the little bit of dust still on rafes phone and rub it on your gums before passing his phone back to him. you’ve only just realized his eyes hadn’t seemed to have left you once, they’re slightly unfocused. who are you kidding, it’s probably from the lines he took before you even got there.

“i wanna try something m’kay but you need to tell me if at any point your not into it” he says gently, his touch is just as gentle as his thumb strokes your jaw.

“mhm, i can do that” you softly smile at him. in response he quickly throws his shirt off and chucks it into a corner of his room, unable to care less about where it went. he was a lot more careful when taking yours off, softly prying the fabric off your body and placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. he stood up, grabbing your wrist to stand with him but he quickly sinks to his knees in front of you pulling your bottoms down slow, unbearably slow. once you’d stepped your ankles out of them he gave your ass a quick squeeze and a chased kiss to your clothed clit before hurriedly standing up and shoving his jeans off of himself.

“right” he breathes out laying back on his bed and patting the space next to him, you comply and sit awaiting his next move. rafe pulls his boxers down slightly, to show his v line. you realize you’re starting to faintly feel the effects of the coke when he pulled the baggie back out, your confused and a bit concerned about where he just pulled it out of since he’d already taken his trousers off. him pouring a small amount of the powder in the line between his abs.

his abs, oh my days.

“here” he whispers out forcing your gaze away from his defined stomach and to his hand stretching the same rolled up bill towards you. you repeat the same actions you did merely five minutes ago, tilting your head up you see rafe looking at your, eyes dark and bottom lip pulled in between his teeth.

“one more baby” his voice is huskier now, the gravel to it makes your thighs clench a little, involuntarily. he pours the next one onto his v-line and pats his chest, which you take as your invitation to carefully straddle it, your back towards him. as you slowly lean your head down to where the perfect line of coke is rafe starts playfully snapping your thong in place whilst using the other hand to massage your ass. you have to retract your head to let out a deep breath, not risking the air blowing the powder away. once you finish the line you switch the positions of your legs and move a further down his body, so your still straddling him but your facing each other. you just sit there his hands moving up and down his sides, yours tracing the lines of his abs. it was now you were properly feeling your high, your head was feeling light and you weren’t positive that you had a nose or any teeth, but you were loving it. the moment between you and rafe lasted mere seconds but it felt like hours, not enough hours in your opinion.

“my turn” rafe finally says, his smirk so wide your surprised his face isn’t hurting. he unclips your bra and immediately puts his hands on your boobs, pinching your nipples then massaging the flesh. he lifts you off of him and lays you down on the bed. you weren’t sure what you expected but it wasn’t him pouring a line of coke directly onto your nipple, you were sure you’d never been this wet before and he hasn’t even touched you.

“best line i’ve ever done” he tells you, head now in the crook of your neck as his teeth graze your earlobe. your body shivers at this and your hips ever so slightly raise from the bed.

“hands and knees for me” rafe tells you, stroking your hair before moving from on top of you so you’re able to change your position. as soon as rafe is behind you he’s pulling your underwear to the side using his fingers to spread your wetness up to your clit. he couldn’t wait any longer, he pushes his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out of the fabric and immediately he’s slowly pushing into you. once he’d bottomed out he let out the most ungodly groan which made you gush around him.

“you like that huh? don’t worry, i like hearing you too” rafe chuckles into your ear, having pressed his body onto yours. pulling back to his original position, starting to thrust into you with a hard steady pace that is making your body jolt forward. one of his hands moves from the bruising grip on you waist to your hair, tugging your head backwards.

“come here pretty” his other hand also moves from your waist to push slightly on your stomach, making it so your back is pressed up against his chest. his hand moved from your hair to wrap around your neck.

“fuck, just like that” you groan out breathless and leaning your head back onto his shoulder, this new position has him hitting all the right spots inside of you.

“so perfect, milking me too well. don’t know how much longer i can last” his sentence comes out a bit choppy due to the power of his thrusts, that’s not what your focused on at all. the way he’s speaking to you right now you’re wanting to mother his children.

“i’m right there, oh my god” your hips start bucking on his dick as you feel yourself cumming, riding out your orgasm when you feel rafes cum start to leak inside you.

“let me get you cleaned” he says after a few minutes, slowly pulling out of you and giving you cheek a kiss, almost too soft for you to have noticed. after he cleans you up you both redress, picking the clothes up from all parts of the floor as rafe had thrown them without any sort of care. you can still strongly feel your high and your not in the mood to get yourself home, so you sit back in his bed and turn his tv on.

this isn’t weird we’re still friends right?

thankfully rafe doesn’t think it’s weird and lays next to you. around three episodes of some random show have played and you’re ready to go home now, the high has worn off and your body has relaxed a bit. almost as if he could read your mind.

“you staying?” rafe asks, face smushed in his pillow, half asleep. you want to say yes but you can’t bring yourself to, you don’t want your feelings to intensify and make it awkward for everyone.

“no it’s okay, i’m gonna go now” you softly spoke, turning your body to get out his bed.

“m’kay i’ll see your for brunch” brunch? oh shit becca planned a brunch tomorrow..

“okay bye” as you leave his house you realize what just happened. you said no to staying at rafes, because you didn’t want your feelings to grow. you’d stayed at his house many of times, admittedly usually crashing after getting drunk, but still. his soft kiddies, his gentle touches, his presence alone. for fuck sake, you like rafe cameron.

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#obx x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe obx #obx fic #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader

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antimony-ore · 7 months

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#i don't think having multiple flirty friends makes me as happy as I think it does #I mostly feel spread thin #or like paranoid they know each other and are all just having a laugh at me #delete later #i just feel like I let myself be tugged every which way and like it's adds more stress than anything #I can barely handle my own shit maybe now isn't the time for friends

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spenzitz · 1 year

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VALENTINE'S DAY (dazai edition)

dazai isn't really into valentines day dazai x gn!reader, pre-relationship,

a/n ~ if you read this, you are now my valentines, ily ( ◜◒◝ )♡ words ~ 1.1K first post for my little valentines bsd 'event' thing (´･ᴗ･`)♡

dazai isn't really one for holidays. i doubt he keeps track of the days at all. so when valentines day rolls around, he isn't really all that conscience of it. sure, he sees flowers for sale on every corner and heart decorations everywhere, so he knows it's coming, but he doesn't really care when or how soon.

"aren't you going to get y/n anything?" atsushi asks innocently, dragging dazai out of his thoughts. the two were sitting in their regular booth at cafe uzumaki, resting after a long and tedious job. dazai stares absent-mindedly out the window and responds with a bored tone, "and why would I do that?"

atsushi looked at him blankly for a moment before saying, "well, I thought you liked them??" the boy waited eagerly for a response, staring at him, but dazai gave nothing. just a sigh as he turned his attention to his coffee.

"well, maybe you're just friends, and I'm making assumptions, but I don't think people talk about their friends the way you talk about them." atsushi spats, pouting and entirely done with dazai's bull shit.

this grabs dazai's attention. he grins and looks up at atsushi. "would you look at that. we might make a detective out of you yet."

atsushi smiles and lets out a sigh. he's not completely satisfied with the response, but he also has no patience left to push him further.

now that atsushi has given up, dazai decides he has no reason to defend his barely kept secrets. "let's say I did feel a lot for y/n. wouldn't something from me, on valentines day, just seem like a joke to them?" he's smiling at atsushi, but his tone is somber. he genuinely feels like he has no options, atsushi realizes.

when valentines day does roll around, dazai comes in to work fashionably late as he does every morning. he's lightly scolded by kunikida, just like every morning. kunikida starts telling dazai about a job the president wants them to take, but dazai isn't listening. since he strolled in, everything was a blur.

from the outside, dazai looked apathetic and unamused as always. but you saw his eyes change when he saw the envelope on his desk with his full name handwritten.

"Osamu Dazai"

everyone else had to wonder who it was from, but dazai was analytical, he knew your handwriting. he'd sat with you, distracting you from finishing paperwork at least a hundred times.

he takes a seat at his desk across from you, still calm and collected, ignoring kunikida. he opens the envelope and is immediately overcome by a wave of scent. your signature scent. just in case he hadn't caught your handwriting.

it's a handwritten letter, nothing special, just lined paper written on with a scratchy, cheap, ballpoint pen. the same kinds of pens you loved because they were, "reliable, professional but not too pretentious, and you wouldn't be upset if you lost them because they come in packs of 20."

kunikida had stopped his scolding by this point, and atsushi had noticed the handwritten letter, darting his eyes up at you, who seemed to be stealing glances at dazai.

atsushi, now thinking of himself as a wingman, suddenly stands up, grabbing you and kinukida's attention. "h-hey, mr. kunikida! do you think you could help me with the printer?!?" he practically blurts out. "smooth," dazai thinks.

"the printer?" kunikida starts, looking at atsushi confused. "i've already shown you multiple times, and you've done it on your own before, I think you can handle a printer atsu-"

"p-please help me, sir!" atsushi begs, stiffly. kunikida groans and stands up. pushing in his chair, he says, "fine, but this is the last time I'm doing this." atsushi follows kunikida to the printers, very proud of himself, and you try to hold in your chuckles.

pretending to go back to work, you remain aware of dazai as he scans your every stroke on the lined paper.

"Dazai,

I know you don't care much for holidays, so this probably seems silly to you. However, after much teasing from Ranpo and Yosano, I've decided there are a few things I want to tell you.

Simply put, I really enjoy spending time with you. You can be cryptic as hell, but it only makes it all the more satisfying when I put the pieces together.

You've made me look forward to the long nights in the office, finishing up paperwork. It's when you're tired, and you drop just enough of your façade for me to get a glimpse of who you are.

You are thoughtful and intelligent. I really like that about you."

you didn't sign the letter, he notes. not that you needed to, he would know who it's from.

dazai re-folds the paper and fans himself with it, enjoying the fragrance you left on it, wafting it towards his face. he looks directly at you, no side glances, just looks at you.

by this point, you've turned beat red, embarrassed and regretting every word you wrote. your head is turned down, staring intently at the piece of paper on your desk, as if it is going to help you get out of this situation you put yourself in. but dazai is a very impatient man.

"y/n?" he says with a smug tone as he shifts his gaze to the envelope and folds the paper back inside.

"dazai?" you respond nonchalantly. you keep staring at the paper, pretending to read it, but he sees right through you. it takes one look at you for him to conclude that you just wont budge.

"i think i'm simply too tired to work right now," he begins, putting the envelope in his coat jacket, which you don't miss. "care to join me for some morning coffee downstairs?"

you look up at him, still blushing, "actually, maybe you could use some tea? i hear it's good for calming your nerves." he adds with a wide smirk. you hear chuckles from being you, no doubt belonging to ranpo and yosano. was that kenji you heard as well?

"fine! fine!" you say, jolting out of your seat and pushing your chair in frantically. "but you're paying," you add, trying to hold onto any bit of dignity you can.

when you turn around to head to the door, you see practically the whole agency staring back at you with starry eyes and big smiles. all you can do is plant your face in your palms and walk towards the door. dazai swiftly strides in front of you to open the door, and you speed-walk through it, hearing them all burst out into a mix of "aww," "i knew it!" and "I told you so."

i get carried away with daz, what can i say (˃ᆺ˂✿)

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beoneofus · 11 months

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“ ya’ know, having a stick up your ass all the time isn't exactly attractive. ”

it was a rather cloudy day, the temperature fairly chilly and the air smelling as if it was going to soon storm. being someone who had a good eye, you could spot the heaviness within the darkening clouds, confirming your suspicions. this not only had dampened your cool mood, but made you irritable since rain caused you to become sleepy. that's why as soon as you saw your superior and, someone you barely tolerate, shinazugawa, being a dick once again to your comrades, you couldn't help but open your overly spoken mouth.

this left the white haired man to pause in his place, fist clenching around nothing as it balled into a fist; veins bulging out in anger. your keen eye flickered down and caught sight of this, but you mention nothing of it.

“ the hell did you say?! ” he yelled out in anger, turning to face you with a threatening aura. the vessels in his eyes seemed ready to burst, you could say that much. has this man even gotten any sleep? “ you have no right to speak, brat! I'm your superior; you respect me or I kick your ass! ” sanemi barked, hand already reaching for blade that connected to his belt.

but you were not scared. not intimidated. instead, only edged on to grab the handle of your own nichirin sword. “ respect you? please. I have more respect for your kin than I ever do you, shinazugawa. ” scoffing, your eyes narrowed at the man that had the nerve to even see himself as someone so high. sure, he was a hashira, but the way he treated people as if they were the dirt beneath his feet disgusted you. you aren't the kindest person, but you certainly weren't a disgrace. “ maybe I'm misjudging you, but I do not respect someone who's as rude as you are. ”

your thumb ran over the rough plastic that complimented your swords handle, up to the end; pressing into it, ready. grip steady. the piercing stare you gave him never faltering. “ you're chewing into my friends as if they are the enemy, and I don't condone such things. ” your eyes flicker onto the quivering blonde behind sanemi, as well as your boar-headed companion that tends to strike up fights — always in a ready-to-charge pose, just like now. “ they're a little special in their own ways and can sometimes be a pain, but as of right now, you are being nothing but a pure ass. ”

those words left a growl to leave the lips of the wind hashira. his eye twitched, and his lips shaped a deep, open mouthed frown; he was pissed. “ HAH?! ” he gouged. “ you have the fucking nerve, shrimp! ” his hand left his hilt, but only so he could march up to you and grab a fisfull of your uniforms collar. hauling you in a lift from the ground, where your hands instantly wrapped around his single wrist - sanemi and you were close to butting heads; a near lightning strike between your shared glares.

“ you walk around like someone high and mighty, but you're several ranks below me. ” shinazugawa harshly spoke, slitted eyes casted over by a shadow of rage and jaw clenched to the point where the veins leading up his neck, broke out. “ you and your scum-wreched friends need to high tail the fuck out of here while you still can. you're so weak it makes me sick. ” his forehead lowered to where you two were eye level. the entire time, you did nothing but stare; jaw set. “ I suggest leaving the corps, kid. you aren't needed here and you're only getting in everyone's way. ”

sanemi then dropped you to the ground, where you landed on your behind with a thud. gritting your teeth to stop from letting out a noise of pathetic defeat, your eyes rolled upwards to stare him down in hatred. shaking with both anger and... envy. you knew he was right, but shit.. In that moment, you just felt so strong. ready to protect zenitsu and inosuke, because they were family to you and didn't deserve to be yelled at like that. now, though — you sat on the filthy ground, looking like nothing more than a beaten rabbit with a sour twist of a look on your face. it was... pathetic.

and he knew that.

“ get out of my face — and drop from the corps’. ” sanemi gave you one more glare, and then a harsh stare to the two males, before storming away from you three.

he left you there, sitting to think about what he had said.

(hi I wanted to write for my man, but got lazy 💔)

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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JJK || Take Care of You

Chapter 2: The Talk

chapter summary: Jungkook shows you the ropes when it comes to taking care of his home and his pets. Meanwhile, Taehyung gets nosey.

wc: 5K

warnings: mature language, reader almost gets attacked by a creep, sneaky behavior

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"I'll call you back, Dr.Lee," you slur into the phone before hanging up, abruptly. With a sharp inhale, you realize you're in deep shit.

How should you handle this? Does he know you're a fan? Does it matter if you are? Panic corrupts your mind as you close the key drawer and walk out from behind the counter.

There he is, in the flesh. The idol of your dreams.

"Well?!" He smiles, delighted to see you. "Welcome to my house! Isn't it beautiful?" He leans on the couch with a golden smile. "I just…uhhm…furnished. I see you cleaned. Very nice!"

"I did. I cooked dinner, and I cleaned, sir,"

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. "Sir? You don't have to call me that," he laughs. "Just…Jungkook or Mr.J if you really want to. You are going to be taking care of my home life, after all."

You nod, obediently.

"I can understand you're shy. Halmeoni told me that you would be. Don't worry~" he sings. "Come sit down."

So, you sit down on his couch and he sits in his chair, crossing his legs over one another and smirking. You don't know why he's smirking and it's low-key making you nervous. "Ah, she was right. You are pretty."

"Is that…a problem?" You ask, trying to be as impartial as possible.

"Yeah, actually. It means you can't ever be seen in public with me or else Dispatch will think we're dating," Jungkook hisses. "Also, it would piss Seunghee off."

"Who is Seunghee?" You swallow.

"...my girlfriend," he replies, biting his lip. "Judging from the look on your face you're pretty disappointed at the news," he gestures at your faltered expression.

You don't say anything. Instead, you lower your eyes.

"It's okay to be shocked, Y/N. Some people react this way when they first meet me, so I understand." He lowers his tone. "She's got her own place, though, so you won't have to see her too often."

So long as Jungkook is happy, right?

"Alright," you bring your head up to look at him when you talk. "Can we go over my duties as your housekeeper? I'd like to know if there's anything special you'd like me to do."

Jungkook pauses to acknowledge he knows you changed the subject on him, but continues, anyways. "Okay, yeah. Let's do it over dinner."

You raise your fork to your mouth and take a bite of your food. It's delicious. Maybe it needs a little more salt, but that's an easy fix. After all, it is your first time cooking in Korea.

Jungkook is across from you at the dining table, munching away with his eyes dead on you. He's thinking of what to say next.

He finds the words a few moments later and hands you a notepad and pen.

"Please do my laundry once a week. I suggest that Saturdays be deep-clean days, because I'll almost always be out then–" He takes a breath. "I have three dogs, Gureum…No, sorry, Gureum passed," he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry for your loss," you say.

"No, no, it's okay…Thank you," Jungkook shares a genuine smile with you.

"I have three dogs," he continues. "Bam, Songi, and Paengi. They each need to go out three times a day because they're very active dogs. They also need to be fed three times a day. Just remember that when you eat, they eat."

"Are they upstairs?" You annotate this information rigorously down on the pad, your handwriting barely legible.

"No, they're at a friend's house right now. Which reminds me that every two weeks they're to be taken to my friend Seri who will take care of them and groom them for the day."

"So…today's one of those days?"

"Yes. Exactly. Exactly! See? You're killing it," he cheers.

You bite the end of your pen, smiling. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You glance down at everything on your paper. This isn't a lot, at all. It seems as if working here will be a breeze. Satisfied, you put your things down and meet Jungkook's eyes.

He's spaced out, completely.

"Jungkook…" you nudge.

"Huh? Ah…" he chuckles. "Sorry. Here's your bedroom key, before I forget."

He slides over a quaint, brown key with a weathered piece of tape wrapped around the head. The blue marker on the tape reads your name in his handwriting.

"It's old. Don't mind that," he brushes off.

You pinch the key between your fingers, playing with it as he talks. "Okay, good."

"Good!" Jungkook stands up from the table and picks up both your plates, taking them to the sink.

"Oh you really don't have to do that, it's my job…" you protest.

"Well, let me make your job easier," he replies, humbly. He rolls up his sleeves, and that's your very first glimpse of his tattoos in real life.

They make him look a lot tougher than he actually is, which makes you wonder if he has a bad side. He glances up and sees you staring. "Do you like them? They mean a lot to me. I'm sure we'll get around to it someday."

It's at this point during which you question the duration of your employment. You understand that your contract is long-term, but you've yet to grasp the consequences of permanently moving to Korea to be Jungkook's housekeeper.

You've forgotten to ask about your days off.

"Excuse me," you shout.

Jungkook leans with his palms against the countertop, acknowledging your call. "Hm?"

"When are my days off?"

He pouts, drawing a blank. "Take your pick. You can have any two days out of the week, except for Saturday."

That's easy. Friday and Sunday seem like the most logical combination. Weekends off don't sound too bad, but then you'd have that awkward Saturday cleaning in the middle. That's non-negotiable. The next best option is Thursday and Friday.

"I'll take Thursday and Friday off."

You take some much needed alone-time in your new bedroom.

You still can't wrap your head around what the fuck just happened, actually.

It's nine at night.

You've already texted your grandmother to let her know you've landed and that you're at the house. You've unpacked your things and placed your clothes neatly inside of the provided dresser. You've even set up your trinkets and personal items around the room.

It's huge.

The room includes your own small living room and a bathroom with a jacuzzi in it. There's a jacuzzi in the guest room. Never have you been so thankful for something so unnecessary.

As you strip, you notice something you must have overlooked before on top of the dresser. It's a letter from your employer.

The letter has a little cooky sticker sealing it closed, and your name written in purple on the bottom-right corner. In order to preserve the sticker, you peel it carefully and stick it on the cover of the journal you bought from the airport.

You open the letter, your fingertips wedging themselves between the paper before pulling it open.

"Here's some extra cash to spend on necessities. Don't hesitate to ask me your questions. Getting used to living somewhere new can be hectic. Believe me when I say I know the feeling. - Jaykay"

Two ten-thousand won bills and one fifty-thousand won bill are paperclipped to the letter. You don't know how much that is, but something tells you it's more than what you really need.

The digital clock reads 11PM. It's time for you to get some rest. You're sure you saw a 24 hour minimart on the way here, but then again, you were staring up at the sky the whole way so you're not so sure.

So, Naver translate in-hand, you throw on a sweatshirt and some sneakers and carefully make your way out of the house. You take a spare key with you.

Once you're out the gate, you turn to the left and see a glowing sign outside of a small store nearby. You follow it, the quiet chirping of crickets and the faint sound of house music serenading you.

A tiny bell frantically indicates your entrance to the shop. You smile. How cute.

The place is clean and bright, and everything is in its place. In the back, there is a hot water machine and a hot coffee machine with various teas and coffee flavors available. It also looks like there's a juicer there, too.

You continue to the medicine aisle. To the best of your ability, you translate the word for melatonin, match it to the symbols written on the boxes and look for the gummy version.

"Me-ra-to-neen," you mouth, shrugging. You grab it from the shelf and head towards the front. On the way, you pick up a voucher for tea and hand it to the cashier who is loudly playing League of Legends on his phone.

He glances up at you and then at your items, but doesn't say anything.

You slide him ten thousand won. He takes the bill and starts picking out change from the register. Then, he points to the back, where the hot water machine is.

"Free cup," he says.

"Mhm," you reply, carefully picking up your change and your things and heading to the back to make your tea.

Very carefully, you flick the switch and hot water comes pouring out of the boiler. You reach into your bag, flailing your fingers until you get a hold of your tea bag. You rip the paper package open and dip the leaves in the hot water.

After a while, swirls of color accumulate around the bag. You pluck a disposable spoon from the utensil bar and stir it carefully, watching the tea transform into a translucent, uniform color. The warm flavor of the tea fills your senses as you bring the hot cup to your lips.

"Mm," you hum, closing your eyes. "Well, that'll do it."

With caution, you move the string to the side and firmly secure a cover over the top, and walk out the door.

Immediately, you're on edge. There are two guys talking to each other loudly outside the shop. They both look to be in their early 30s or late 20s, and they smell strongly of alcohol.

Trying not to make eye contact, you walk past them with your head up. Alas, you've already caught their attention, and now that you've got it, they're not letting you go.

One of them, the younger one, pushes his friend to the side in pursuit of you. Alarmed, you tell yourself to stay calm and keep moving forward.

Maybe if you don't give them any attention, they won't harass you further. "Hey," he shouts. "Hey, hey, pretty–"

You internally wince, gripping your bag a little tighter as it slips from your sweaty palm.

This goes on for the next few minutes, with him trying to get your attention. You can tell by his voice that he's trailing behind you now, getting more and more frustrated at your lack of response.

Finally, just as you've reached the front of Jungkook's house, he lays a hand on you. Your gut reaction is to use your knee to disable his legs.

In the house, faint struggling is heard. Jungkook abruptly rises from the couch. "Y/N?" He snaps. "Y/N?!"

That's when he hears your scream. Grabbing a nearby baseball bat, he bolts out of the house.

You've long taken care of the creep, as he's calling you a bitch, holding his nuts, squeaming in the middle of the road.

Jungkook grabs your wrist with force, fuming angry. He pulls you from the action, into the garden and proceeds to point his bat at your attacker.

"왜, 왜?! 가슴이 엉덩이도 짱 근다– " The guy whines.

You can't understand the heated string of sputtered words spewed at the lowlife, but you're certain it's nothing pleasant.

You take deep breaths, watching the scene from afar. Jungkook is in his pajama bottoms, a tank top, and flannel threatening the guy, his face red with fury.

Pouting, you watch the poor guy get chewed out by an idol.

Then, Jungkook stops. He brings his eyes down and just smirks. Satisfied with whatever he saw, he heads back inside.

"He pissed himself," Jungkook snickers, carrying the bat over his shoulders. "Fuck," he laughs, nervously. "I don't know if in New York you can go out by yourself at this time of night and expect not to get touched, but this is not New York," he emphasizes. "They won't take no for an answer, guys like that. Don't do that again."

"Got it…" you comply, completely embarrassed. With your tea cup still intact, you re-enter the house relatively unscathed.

Jungkook puts his bat down and takes off his shoes before climbing to the second floor. "Goodnight! Remember what I said," He shouts.

"I will!" You reply.

You take off your sneakers and carry your things into the guest room.

Time to take a bath.

There's a basket full of bath bombs on top of the sink. Some are shaped like hearts, some are shaped like stars. You pick a yellow, sparkly star bath bomb from the stash and keep it in your hand as you turn on the hot water.

You sink into the bubbling jacuzzi and the room fills with steam. Your thoughts drift with them as you try to wake up from this daydream.

You list all the facts.

Jungkook is now your boss. He's also very hot and the source of most of your wet dreams. He also has a girlfriend who you've yet to meet and who you have to be careful of because he says you're too pretty to be around him.

Wait, did Jungkook call you pretty?

Does it matter? In what way did he mean it?

In the most business-oriented, fact-of-the-matter way possible, you think.

He ate the food you ate. It won't be the last time, either. You're going to be his personal chef, dogsitter, maid, and home manager.

Now it kind of made sense why the paycheck was so big. This is a lot of work. Not to mention, it's a little emotionally distressing.

For the first time, you contemplate leaving. A fan should respect their idol. Maybe, instead of getting emotionally involved, you should back out of this contract, work until you've paid off your flight, and find work elsewhere.

Right. That would be a plausible solution to this whole situation. If you just put yourself up for hire elsewhere. You're certain Jungkook would understand. Perhaps he could even give you a work recommendation.

But then again, he did say that he wouldn't be in the house much. Would it really phase you that much if every now and then he came home and hung out? After all, he's just some guy.

Yeah, some guy who has won countless music awards, has rubbed elbows with world leaders, has performed in sold out stadiums globally, and whose group contributes billions to the South Korean economy.

When it comes down to it, you're pretty much stranded at his house. Even if you were to land an interview here, it would be nearly impossible to get hired.

So, you should just be thankful that you have a place to stay and a steady income here, no matter the drama that it might cause you in the future.

You climb out of the bath and drain the water, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and stepping into your bedroom.

Your nightclothes are laid out on the bed, so you drop your towel and climb into your matching set of underwear and then your cute bt21 pajamas.

For the record, you packed those prior to discovering who your boss was, so you don't feel as weird sleeping in them.

You bend to pick up your towel and decide to hang it out the window for it to dry.

The gentle rustling sound of the leaves outside keeps your mind at ease as you drift off into a deep sleep.

The moment you're awake, you check your phone to see what day it is. It's Wednesday, at 6:00 AM.

It's amazing that you were able to sleep so soundly, and for a whole six hours, apparently.

You need to get moving and make breakfast. Jungkook should already be up.

With your heart racing, you jump out of your pajamas and into some decent clothing, throwing some soap and water on your face, and walking out to greet him.

You bolt out the door.

Jungkook's eyes widen at you suddenly rushing in. He's holding a toasted poptart with a butter knife in his hand, terrified.

After processing it's just you, he says: "Oh hey!"

"Good morning. Uhh…Achim-sik meokeoseoyo?" You try.

Jungkook takes a bite out of his breakfast strudel. "Mhm. It's fine. I take care of breakfast. You just do lunch and dinner. Didn't you read the contract thing?"

You did not read the contract thing, no.

"Mhm! So, you're headed out soon?" You ask, dismissively.

"Yeah. Dance practice and then it's off to English class, and then I have a dinner." Jungkook shifts his weight on his feet. "Then it's running and then an hour of working out."

That's a relief. It's a busy day for him. This means that you can take your time figuring things out.

"Okay. Are you coming home for lunch or are you going to eat out?" You ask, innocently.

"I'd appreciate it if you, from now on, make lunch the day before so that I can just grab it and go. I like your cooking. Did you take…lessons?" Jungkook asks.

"I took several culinary classes from 8th grade all the way up to my senior year of college. So, yes, I took lessons," you laugh.

Jungkook is impressed to say the least. "Wow, Y/N, is there anything you can't do?"

"Coming from…the golden maknae of BTS?" You reply, buttering him up nicely.

"That's true. That's true. Love myself, love yourself. That's what Namjoon says, every day," he says, tiredly.

"Is he really that cool?" You innocently inquire.

"Hm? Namjoon? Yeah…he's a cool guy…" he reminisces. "Anyways! I'll be going now. Take care of the dogs, they're resting right now. They need to eat and be taken out."

Jungkook grabs his keys, twirls around to bid you goodbye, and walks out the door.

Great. You have the whole house to yourself again. Only this time, you have responsibilities to fulfill. You started with the easy stuff. Like he asked, you took the dogs out first.

Bam is a sweetheart, but he's a big baby. He doesn't quite know how to not excitedly approach others on the street. He's well unaware that he's quite frightening, despite being just a puppy.

Paengi and Songi stay by your side the entire walk, not too curious about their surroundings. The walk is peaceful. Scattered pedestrians progress along the streets, each in their own little world.

You walk one lap around the block, familiarizing yourself with what's in immediate proximity to the house.

There's the 24/7 mini mart from yesterday, a fresh fruit market, and a law firm clustered together near the gate. Then, as you pass the embassy, there's a buffet and a bus station.

Facing the opposite side of the entrance to the property, there's a laundromat, but it looks to be closed. You don't understand why a laundromat would be closed on a Wednesday morning but you don't mean to impose.

To the East side of the residence, parallel to the wall surrounding the property, is an office building.

There's nothing peculiar about that particular building, apart from the fact that it is bland and unaccounted for. There is nobody lounging in that lobby. There is nobody at the buzzer, trying to call in to one of the offices. There is no one struggling with the revolving door. It's just sad.

"At least I don't work there, right, Bam?" Bam just whines and gives you a sad look.

"Yeaaah," you sigh.

Back inside, you study the labels of each bag of dog food, measuring things out carefully so that you get the right mix of everything before setting the bowls down and washing your hands.

You dry them with a towel, and toss that in the washing machine before taking a step back into the living room.

With your hands on your hips, you drag your eyes all the way up to the second floor of the home, where Jungkook's king size bed is completely undone. "Well, fuck. It isn't gonna clean itself."

To make one thing clear, this scares the shit out of you. You can't stop thinking about how intrusive it must be for a fan to be messing with their idols' personal items– especially from his bedroom– under normal circumstances.

But then again, what are the normal circumstances for this sort of thing if not this?

You climb up the stairs, picking up socks that the dogs must have gotten a hold of on your way up and tossing them in a half-full laundry basket at the foot of the stairs.

Jungkook's room is mostly white with blue accents. He has white sheets with a little folded up towel as a pillow and a pillow at his feet. It's kind of funny how he's never shaken the habit of using it.

You approach the bed and notice that there's a stuffed Mickey Mouse plushie face-down, tangled within the sheets. Carefully, you pick it up and examine it.

You set it to the side, then start stripping the bed.

Jungkook collects action figures. They're all lined up in a row on shelves next to his window. They're mostly Iron Man, but he has a few Spiderman ones. They're a little dusty, so you carefully wipe down the shelves with a cloth and then each figure, individually.

Beside those shelves is a desk with a special snowball-shaped microphone. That's connected to a laptop that might be a year old. The desk itself is littered with sticky notes. You shouldn't mess with those.

You gather the pens he has scattered around the surface and place them neatly inside his black pencil holder.

Once everything is off the ground and neatly put away in its place, you head downstairs to get the vacuum and vacuum his carpets.

You should have bought some stupid headphones at the mini mart. Oh well, that's just another thing you could do tomorrow.

You count on your fingers the things you've already taken care of. The bed is done, the shelves are clean, the desk is clean, the carpet is clean, the nightstands don't have any cups or water bottles on them. Laundry is going to be taken care of at the very end.

That leaves the upstairs bathroom to be cleaned. You turn to face the door of the bathroom and sigh. You'd rather not talk about this part of housecleaning.

Later, you're carefully making your way downstairs with a laundry basket cradled in your arms. You need to watch your step. You nearly trip when you spot a sports bra hidden beneath a pair of Jungkook's shorts.

It must be Seunghee's. Still, it catches you off guard.

You check the tag, harmlessly. It's a Victoria's Secret PINK size 32A. You had no idea there was a PINK store in Korea. Then again, she could have gotten it at an outlet. Perhaps she's rich. Most certainly, she's rich.

It doesn't matter.

You drop it in with the rest of the laundry and continue carrying it down stairs.

You hum to yourself quietly as you put everything to wash. There are English translations of the settings beneath the Korean labels, so it's easy to navigate.

Rising from the floor, you put your hands on your hips and huff. "There we go. That's done. The bathroom is done, the laundry is done, the bedroom is done. I did the kitchen and the living room yesterday…"

Jungkook might have left things out of their place in the kitchen.

Sure enough, there's an empty box of poptarts sitting on top of the countertop. You throw it away in the recycling and make a mental note to buy some poptarts on Monday.

Actually– let's write that down.

You find your notepad and a random pen on the dining table and scribble down a quick grocery list. The first item on the list is pop tarts.

At this point, everything is finished. You should start thinking about lunch soon, but it's 11 in the morning and you think you deserve a break.

To your left, on a small side table, is a diffuser. Beside it, there's a small bottle labeled "lavender CBD oil."

There's already some water inside the diffuser, so all you do is put the cover back on it and press the on button. For the first few minutes you can't tell the difference, but, after a while, the air starts to smell of lavender. It's very nice.

You feel small on Jungkook's leather sofa. It's a struggle for you to reach over and grab the remote from the coffee table.

You turn the television on to SBS, where a period drama is currently on. You quickly realize that there are no English subtitles, but you watch anyways, trying to figure out what's going on.

It looks as if one of the leads is a cold-hearted crown prince, and the other lead is a kind-hearted bookish peasant who has haphazardly gained the appreciation of the prince. Their love is forbidden.

It's a classic kdrama trope, but it's a golden one. Classics never fail to entertain you. It's interesting to watch different renditions of the same concept get made and remade from the perspectives of different directors.

At least, in your opinion.

He's handsome. From the gorgeous shots of him performing any mundane task to his subtle reactions to the twists and turns written into the script, he is truly a stunning visual.

It gives you a lonely feeling.

If you're to live in Korea, you should start making friends and permanent bonds. Perhaps now that you're making a little bit of money you could start Korean lessons. You have to develop a social life somehow.

You're sure that you'll encounter people who are at least semi-fluent in English here. There are plenty of English-speakers visiting Korea. You just need to find the community of permanent residents. That should prove a real challenge.

You rub your face in quiet frustration. Then again, you could be overthinking it. Maybe once you're actually there, people will come to you and be interested in what you have to share.

Before coming to Korea, you were a bit of a shut-in. Between studies and job-hunting, you let your alone-time take priority over any sort of consistent friendship.

The drama goes to commercial.

The doorbell rings.

Cautiously, you rise from the couch and walk to the doorbell camera to see who it is.

It's Kim Taehyung. He's carrying at least three paper bags in front of the gate, waiting patiently to be let in.

Does Jungkook know? He never mentioned anything about him coming over. Does it matter? What's the best course of action here?

He rings again, apparently confused.

Whatever he's here for, you're sure he has a motive. You must let him in.

You fight your nerves and press a green, glowing button, allowing him entry.

He walks through the door moments later, dropping the bags down on the table before looking you up and down. He makes a face. "Who are you?"

You lose your breath. "I mean– Jungkook…" you struggle.

Taehyung tucks his hands beneath his armpits, intimidatingly.

"Maid…"

"Made?" he repeats.

"...housemaid? Cleaning," you say.

Taehyung raises his eyebrows. "Oh! You're a cleaner."

Somehow, he's even more confused. You're too hot to be a housecleaner. But, he can't quite express that to you, so he dismisses it.

"Mhm. What's this?" You gesture to the bags.

"Um…gifts. Proof albums," he says.

You glance into the bags. Indeed, there are stacks of Proof albums, completely wrapped. They must be filming an unboxing video soon.

"Oh, okay. Sorry," you laugh.

Taehyung's face lights up. "It's no problem! Is Jungkook coming home soon?"

"No…he's busy today. That's what he said, anyway."

"Busy…okay," Taehyung smacks his teeth, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He rocks himself awkwardly.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to give these to him." You smile, gesturing to the albums. Right away, you feel the temptation to open them.

"No problem. See you later." Taehyung briefly bows and leaves you be.

Just then, the sound of the laundry beeps a cheerful melody, indicating the clothes are ready to be put to dry.

It's a feature of Samsung washing machines. It just makes doing chores that much more fun. Happily, you make yourself to the laundry room and transfer the clothes over, placing a dryer sheet in the middle of the pile.

You uncrouch from the laundry room floor and carefully push the detergent bottles back into place and stack the boxes of dryer sheets in a row.

Hm.

You might as well just order out.

Is there really any use in using Jungkook's groceries to make yourself a meal he won't even taste? No. There isn't.

Plus, this would give you the opportunity to check out what sort of take out places are nearby. You know there's a buffet nearby, but you're craving something else.

Korean fried chicken sounds good. Maybe there are some delivery places in the area.

Pulling out your phone, you order online.

TCU taglist (open): @mageprincess7 @bruisedscrewedandtattooed @im-the-charmer @janedukiesworld @sweetcheeksdna

permatag gang gang (open): @kooliv , @koobsessed , @angelwonie , @carolynanderson , @hoseokgrecns , @bangsterz , @swyseren, @sxtaep , @koostarcandy , @hgema , @jjkeverlast , @armys-dna , @nglmrk , @devilsbooksworld , @saweetspoiled , and @unicornbabylover

a/n: sorry this was late, I was playing BTS Island!!! 😆😆

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weebsinstash · 1 year

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The “I am going to heal you with sex trope” always rubbed me the wrong way, it’s straight up gross. Like in manga or books when the main character is or nearly is SA’d (or has gone through any other type of traumatic experience) somehow the male character immediately thinks sex is going to solve all her problems. It just feels so uncomfortable to read, like “oh you nearly got assaulted? let’s have sex!” “you just watched your best friend be brutally murdered like a day ago?? well sex will get you mind out of it.”

I feel like there can be a middle ground with having someone with trauma being able to find the beauty and safety in being able to love and trust and have sex with another person again, that you have someone you can trust and knows will respect you and be safe with you, but it usually isn't handled well and jesus it really isn't in this story either

Like. It's chapter 18, she's only known this guy for like a week, maybe two, she's barely been rescued from her father, and they're on the couch watching a movie, the protag Ember, her future mate Blaze, and two other pack members who are mates. And Blaze notices Ember is sitting by herself on the couch occasionally looking at them and he starts to cuddle her so she doesn't feel alone and she actually doesn't mind it. She's not used to an actually positive physical touch. And you think, oh wow the first step in her healing, this is wholesome

and then it instantly cuts to "the mate bond is causing the touch to not just be calming but also arousing so this teenage incest victim who has never had a positive or even consensual sexual encounter is being made horny by an external force not by choice and now Blaze can smell it and is horny and wants sex" like ayo??? She's just trying to mind her own goddamn business right now why is it necessary for the stort and her journey to FORCE her to be horny right now? She doesn't even fully realize what being aroused even feels like or MEANS because her father and attackers never bothered with anyone's pleasure beside their own? Like this is super fucking creepy?

And the wolf is inside of him saying he should just take her to the bed right then and there, "can't you smell her, it's what she wants" and the human guy tells him that "scent does not mean consent" and its like oh so the author DOES have a small grasp on how fucking weird this is

And also should I mention another reason I'm about to drop this story is there was a line something like "I've been feeling XYZ symptoms lately and that means either ABC or I'm going into heat soon but surely it isn't that" oh so now you're gonna give the CSA survivor the magical "im super horny to the point its a medical condition and I might have to have sex for my own health even if i dont want to" condition? Bro???? BRO????? How many chapters is this cause this is moving so goddamn fast is this like a 30 chapter story or

Bull fucking SHIT will I listen to 87 chapters of this let alone having to pay

I know I'm one to talk but like I chose this story because the description mentioned the progag being abused by her father and isolated and then finding her mate but there's absolutely no warning that the abuse includes incest or child abuse. I've had stories literally begin the chapter "this story or chapter may contain upsetting content including XYZ" and others are like "no we're going to vividly describe how this malnourished child feels as her father settles his weight on top of her and she can't even move because he's resting his full weight on her and punching her in the face repeatedly while he's about to--" like you know? You know? With darker stories it can be entertaining to encounter a shocking twist but some things really do need warnings, some topics you have to be in the right headspace to engage with and this was just. Stomach churning for me. The whole time I was thinking "please let it just be beating, please let this be her stepdad and not her actual blood father" and. I already told you how all that turned out 😒 time to find another betrayal/revenge story to listen to because not even just the sex stuff, they're giving these teenagers too much agency and maturity for how old they actually are and its just kind of jarring that these teenagers are kind of like running their entire packhouse while going to high school. It's a liiiiiittle TOO YA novel for me kwim

#weebwolves #tw csa

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lilskzlove · 2 years

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•daddy tales•

seventeen/eighteen ~best person~/nineteen

summary: you and chan used to date. those were good times, but it ended in a horrible way. and a lil bean called jake was always there for you when you were down. you and chan tried to stay good friends and everything was going well…until your life flipped upside down. maybe he was never the one for you in the end…

warnings: language, alcohol consumption, little of aggression

a/n: i’ve decided to make it a written part bc this situation with chan was missing action, but i hope you like it🫶🏻

tag list:

@starjane312 ❣️ @hyunniecrush ❣️ @thiefyeonjun ❣️ @obssessed-and-depressed ❣️

as your hand was about to lose contact with jake's soft skin you heard a loud knock on the front door. jake threw his phone on the bed and jogged up to the door to check who was disturbing your precious time. you couldn't see him anymore, but you heard him unlocking the door and some muffled sounds reached your bedroom.

"who is it jakie?!" you yelled through the apartment.

"no one. they are leaving now." jake said, but something was telling you to go there and check if everything's okay so you got your pregnant self up with the rest of your energy and waddled to the hall. and there he was, standing in your doorway, one hand on a frame and a bottle of alcohol in the other.

"chris, what are you doing here? it's late." you crossed your arms on your chest and stared him in the eyes from the distance.

"yn, baby, please come back to me." he whined trying to pass jake who was blocking him from going inside. you stepped back looking at jake.

"hyung, it's late and you're drunk. i asked you to not disturb yn now. she can't be stressed now." blond boy tried to make him step back so he's as far away from you as he can, but chan slapped his hand off of his shoulder with anger.

"who the fuck do you think you are? little baby boy that yn feels sorry for since you've been liking her for so long. she's going to dump you the moment she gives birth to MY BABY. she knows better than to raise a child in a broken family." chan could barely keep himself on his own feet. his words didn't affect jake, he knew better than that.

"chan, you either leave now or i will call the police. it's 10 pm for fuck sake. stop causing a scene and sober up. i'm not going to talk to you when you're like this." you came up to the door and stood behind jake.

"baby, go to the bedroom, i'll handle it, okay?" he looked at you with a worried expression. you shook your head and moved your attention to chris again. he looked miserble, his hair were dry, face pale and he had his wrist support on as if he was working too much.

"look what you've done to yourself. you look like a disaster. you're drinking again. you can't even think straight. i told you to talk to me when you grow up. is this growing up in your opinion? becasue for me it looks like you are going down the hill again. chris, you talk shit to and about jake, but he's the one taking care of me. he takes me to every doctor's appointment, he drives me to the store at 11 pm so i can get the cake i really want. he helps me build the nursery, he does everything he can to be the best daddy for a kid that isn't even his. he never turned his back on me. he could've left us the moment i started yelling at him in the middle of the night because he was breathing too loud, but he didn't. do you really think i'm going to dump him when the baby's here? well, you couldn't be more wrong. this man is the most amazing person i've ever met. he doesn't complain. when i need him, he's by my side in a matter of minutes. he's able to drop everything for me. are you able to do it for your child?" tears started streaming down your face, every emotion you've been holding in just flew out. you never wanted to hurt chris, but life's unpredictable. we don't know when we meet our THE ONE. yet you knew that chan wasn't that person.

chris looked down on the floor, eyes full of tears. you've seen him cry so many times. especially when you were still teenagers and his dad was screaming at his little brother. but those tears were different. those tears were disappointment in himself. he started sobbing and dropped to his knees. it was like a movie scene. if you were going with this logic you would’ve came up to him, he would hug your round belly and start apologizing. but you didn't want his apologies. they meant nothing from his mouth at this point. he had to own up to all of his mistakes.

"this conversation is done chris. go home, sober up and think about everything i just told you. if you don't get your shit together, you're not coming near YOUR child. am i clear?" you wiped your tears angrily with your sweater.

"yes ma'am." he spoke softly and got up. "i'm sorry jake. i shouldn't have said all of those things." he stepped out of the apartment.

"hyung, grow up. you have only five months left before your life changes for good. i won't let you hurt yn again. this is the last time you step into this place in a state like this. she doesn't deserve it, okay? you know that she's the best thing ever happened to you. just keep thinking this way and everything will work out, alright?" jake put his hand out for chris to shake it. he accepted it grabbing tight.

"i forgot how fucking nice you are." they laughed slightly. chris turned around and left. jake locked the door and quickly came up to you taking you into his arms.

"i love you so fucking much, yn." he said into your shoulder kissing it softly. you pulled him away and looked him in the eyes.

"what did you just say?" big smile creeping onto your face.

"i love you, yn." he presented you his biggest smile and cupped your face. "i love you so much. you don't even know how much you mean to me." you put your hands on his, tears threatning to fall down your face again. you let out a little sniffle and kissed him deeply, yet so sincerly.

"i love you too, jakie." you whispered looking him in the eyes.

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uno-writing · 2 years

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*deep spiritual sigh* ok so i can see how u think sera gives off pick me vibes but like she does a lot of “ basic ” things like painting nails , her hair, going to the mall, and yeah she does hang out with boys but i think thats cuz johns literally the only one that would be her friend cuz everyone was scared of her but when she went powerless she was looked down upon but that’s the only time people were okay with being friends with her (i mean like evie and others)

and yeah she could of helped john and didn’t but even she admits that she was careless and ignored her surroundings and i feel like she’s had development since then ( ep 219)

and honestly i didn’t rlly like her back in the earlier eps but i think she’s really cool now though she obviously has flaws like she can’t handle everything on her own

o k b y e

-chaos screech attack sister anon

🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖📦🌻🥀🥒🧃🍰🌮🔫

slight potential discourse below friends <3 <3

Idk where you're getting most of this from...?

Like I think I've only called Sera a pick me a few times as a joke, never seriously (the main one i'm thinking of is my main cast icks post and I updated her ick to something i think is more accurate :3). And Ive certainly have never had a problem with her hanging out with boys or doing "basic" things.

My problem with her is mainly rooted in her inaction. Like yes she's developed a lot but I still dont like her much bc she's still making the same mistakes. She's still trying to take care of everything herself and I have a feeling its gonna get someone hurt. She barely asked Arlo for help and she doesn't even like him. She refused to ask John for help, and while I understand her reasoning and I get where she's coming from, its completely selfish that she's willing to put so many people's lives in danger just on the off chance that John would lose his ability.

I also hate how she only starts giving a shit about low tiers when she becomes one. Like she has eyes. She sees John go through it, she sees the shit happen to the low tiers around the school and in her life, but god forbid she gets put through it. She lacks empathy, which isn't inherently a bad thing. Its just not a trait I particularly vibe with.

We also never got an arc from her. She's so very shallow in the character development sense. All we got was her backstory and thats about it. No introspection or deep character change like there's been for almost all of the main cast (aside from sera and maybe isen) For example her relationship with John is just her dependency on her parents for approval switching over, however thats not pointed out ever.

Its the same shit with Arlo. Yes he's developed but I still hate the things he did early on. There's still some times that I fucking hate him bc he's an arrogant prick still at times.

I would give you specific examples of reasons why I dont like her but I dont have enough time to reread it just to back my opinion lmao

also some of these points also came from my darling boba anon's analysis of sera <3

#unordinary #unordinary seraphina #discourse #berriwords #chaosanon

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thiswildheart · 1 year

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Its been awhile...

Its been awhile, but im still here. Just...

Life has been anything but cruisy. On the outside we would seem like a happy little family who has it all. The reality is, I'm worse than ever before. I thought I would get stronger since trying to heal myself but I feel like I'm only making it worse. Surely there is a bright side to all this darkness. I've lost myself completely and despite having the most beautiful girls ,I cant stop the thoughts of just succumbing.

I nearly lost one parent to a monster who tried to take their life and leave them with scars they will never heal from. Jumping from one lover to the next in hopes of filling the space that they was meant to fill themselves. God, that sounds dirty, its not intended that way i can assure you.

The other parent is stuck in their old ways. Too dependent on making sure their partner is happy to make themself happy. Looking in from the outside, it would seem that they don't care, the new family is all that matters now. I know that to not be true but it still stings when I'm the one constantly making the effort to avoid a war of words. My siblings are their own worst enemies. One is identical to our mother, who plays the victim and relies on the need to feel loved by others. The other craves love but on their own terms. Believing that they are not good enough to attract the right person. And here I am, trying to get through it day by day, no support apart from my best friend who also shares similar struggles. We share common pain and I believe that's why we care so much for each other. We understand. I'm in a loveless marriage, my husband gets his thrills from sneaking around my back and if, what I think is going on is truly happening, he may be fathering an additional child that sure as hell isn't with me. We're pretty much just room mates at this stage. We barely talk or touch and I snap at him at the drop of a hat. He makes me feel like what I do is never good enough, he's very manipulative and patronising, gaslighting me at any opportunity. I'm not sure if it truly is him or if its a cycle of paranoia that my childhood trauma has caused me to have. Either way, it sucks balls. Add in a large amount of debt, trying to run multiple businesses and keep everyone alive, its truly a recipe for disaster. My resentment towards him for my misery is growing everyday, yet I still cant leave. I'm not ready yet.

My girls are incredible, I feel so bad for them however. I yell at them all the time and get so irritated with them. But I know that's not their fault, they are children who need to be taught how to love and heal themselves from any trauma I may leave them. I'm trying my hardest not to but the world is not perfect and I'm far from it. So polite, well behaved and smart. I cant handle the thought of being the one to ruin that for them.

I've been to a doctor to for some help, apparently all I need is to schedule some time for some self care. That could well just be the answer, but its not that easy when your whole world relies on you. Plus, if I got some self care, do you really think I'd need the fucking doctor? I'm sure there's something physical going on, ADHD, hormonal imbalance, low cortisol. Maybe my mental health is manifesting physically. I don't know, I'm not the doctor here. All I do know is something ain't right and no matter what I do, I cant get the help I need.

It seems like I only ever post here when shit gets rough. Well, its never been rougher and this ship is sinking fast. Until the next crisis...

#itsbeenawhile #crisismode #domesticviolence #gaslighting #trauma #mentalhealth #selfcare

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colecassiidy · 1 year

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//this is... a very very long post- please be advised before opening that read more h a h

//looking at all my ooc posts on the tra.uma of w.ar that happened to the kid and?? There's so much to untangle bc, yknow, his respect for ana would be in how crafty and resourceful she is on top of her being a good shot resonating with how he was post-foster-system-now-a-runaway (lmao vs the kindred soul with gjdks hana bc they would have actually been asshole bffs if theyd been born in the same generation).

His time in the foster system causing him to distrust authority moreso than he already had been?? how this influences his distrust in his time in bw and how working through it to accept reyes (and potentially jack) as proper mentor figures was a genuine triumph and how it falling apart pressed open a sealed up scar and broke it open and poured in salt.

How he was always a bit of a shit-stirring troublemaker, an adrenaline-addicted hot-headed thrill seeker, and has always known violence, before doomsday happened, and the way said doomsday, after a period of reticence, raked all those qualities into these bristling burs.

How he's always been a good shot, but when j.udgment day happened, he'd FAILED; how his hands SHOOK against that handle unable to bear the desperation drumming a war beat with adrenaline (i don't think i've ever explicitly mentioned how he personally witnessed the death of his parents; that he held the key to their survival and missed and failed to save them; that there is no removing that self-blame for what happened because he had that shot). And how this spearheaded a three-pronged result of: 1) disowning his own name out of self-hatred and scorn and disgust (re: all of my blabberings on blood baptisms and burials), 2) resolving to never miss again 3) a deep-rooted instinct in protecting the weak because he REFUSES to see somebody in the same situation of vulnerability as he was put in

How, while concussed and head bearing an ugly open wound, as he watched his father be held at gunpoint by om.nics, the feeling of self-conflict arose-- how for the briefest second he thought maybe this is g.od giving the man his dues, how maybe this is what was meant to happen, (versus how he also knows that there are men and women and families running to hide in the chapel; praying for sanctuary, praying for peace, praying for safety; burning alive and screaming)

how this day is perhaps the closest thing he has ever felt to the visceral sense of g.od, in this act of violent apocalypse, being left so bare and raw.

how, in years into the future, putting away the mantel of je.sse mcc.ree was a self-apology (an acceptance of the fury that came with the grief) and how exhuming his name as cole cas.sidy was self-forgiveness.

(for everything that's happened to him, he's actually pretty stable and self-accepting these days. he can be honest to himself about the things that he did and the things that happened to him; it... doesn't burden him as much as it did when he was a younger man. he just Lives on the Razor's Edge of the Absolute Present, casually expecting death like an old friend for all the shit he stumbles into or instigates; there's an argument here that reyes took in a kid and formed him down a path that he cannot leave, but i argue that there's plenty of cassidy that would have gone down that path anyway and reyes-- reyes flipped the damn script from criminal to doing ""service""; i think he leveraged a crucial point because i don't think my depiction of cassidy would have ever been able to properly rehabilitate into a normie civilian life [granted that his sentence would have been life to super-max anyway] and i draw that from the fact that he got fired from that diner job even though i point at it and go 'haha funny.' in that sense, it's a vague j.ohnny l.awrence vibe, but also isn't. He's bound for trouble, it's deeply ingrained to his blood and bone, and the bastard thing about it is that he loves it and lives it no matter how much it also sometimes sucks.)

how these themes on killing-the-self enables him to begrudgingly forgive the false deaths of the people he trusted; because he knows self-death. how this doesn't soothe the disappointment that he's been left at the wayside, despite his bitter acceptance of it because he knows abandonment too. he does not hold it against them because even though it hurts, nothing will ever wound him in the way that that war did.

this doesn't even begin to touch?? the lil bit of chum i threw out earlier on his self-conflicts because LOYALTY is such a huge thing considering all of the canon implications that present itself with Deadlock and BW. my personal take is that deadlock fell apart on him over a mutual betrayal with end-game being that he was left to die and rot and him still there crushing the word loyalty between his hands desperately like a life-line; to this day, he will not give up Ashe or anyone else no matter how wary he is of her because he is Just as Sentimental (in the equivalent of how she still has that cute little [torn and put back together] picture she has on her bike) despite all of the little scars riddling the bridge between them. Deadlock disowned him. That said, everything's Very Complicated and he's Unfortunately a Very Self-Contradictory Man, so using Deadlock to rescue echo (who, at this point, he would have held a greater sense of doing right by), was perhaps a little act of vindictive self-satisfaction. i see their bickering in the the current ow dialogue as akin to sibling antagonism - but it sort of pains me to think that once upon a time they probably said this sort of shit to each other in genuine shoot-the-shit fashion.

#hc: head up in the clouds;;#//hello yes this blog holds themes of ch.ri.stian g..od #//even tho cass himself does not identify as somebody re.ligious #//i realized i never actually explicitly stated that one of the key aspects to my depiction is that he missed his shot trying to save his #//family during the omnic war and how that drives him to be an absolute monster with his revolver today #//and i started this off going 'so u know that post that jokes abt ur entire personality being a trauma response'#//and now i am here with many many words oopsie daisy #//arguably i could put this in his about #//but i think these are peripheral details - i might add and pretty this up later as a sort of master so #//there are less posts abt me literally walking arnd in a circle bc i never solidified what it is i'm talking abt in writing #//bc i write these throwaway posts then delete them then write them again and??? i dont think that's healthy hAH #//haven't even elaborated on jo.el cass.idy and his narcissistic behaviors impacting his development as a kid #//and how that too drives a certain element to his brand of loyalty

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zannadu · 3 years

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This is just a continuation of my last post but with the Dekusquad.

Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Ochaco Uraraka, and Tsuyu Asui

Warnings: fluff, kissing, suggestive stuff, and Todoroki being Todoroki

MHA as Stoners

Continued

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku doesn't usually smoke by himself, he will only do it in a large group of people if they are all doing it.

He is a big cougher

Will take the smallest hits

Not because he doesn't want to

But because that's all he can handle

(God he's so precious)☺️

Eventually, he will get up there, though it takes a while

He is usually shy and VERY awkward around girls that he likes

Especially you

But when he is he turns into a whole new person

He is SUPER confident and will make moves on you till the night's end

He is super grabby

Don't worry he's still a respectful gentleman so if you tell him to knock it off he will (as he should)😌

Likes to brag about how you are all his

He is also super goofy

He will also be super affectionate 💕

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“Izuku if you don't stop right now, ” your sentence was cut off by your outburst of laughter. Your hand tried to muffle the giggles and snorts resigning from your mouth. Izuku continued in his goofy manner of wiggling his eyebrows at you. His face moved from side to side until it was in front of yours. He stopped and just stared at you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lifting your brow at him. He then raised his eyebrows once more, squinted his eyes, and pulled his lower lip under his teeth. You covered your mouth again in an effort not to laugh. He eyed you up and down and released his lip.

“Damn baby girl, did you sit in sugar, cuz you got a pretty sweet ass, ” he smirked at you waiting for your response. You began to laugh again and put your hand on his chest.

“You're too much Izuku.”

Shoto Todoroki

He really likes dab pens

He has one of his own (can you blame him?)

He doesn't share much as it is or show much emotion and is usually awkward in social encounters

And he still is even when high

He doesn't change much while smoking, except for maybe talking a bit more

He will have actual conversations with you

If you're alone with him he will talk to you about anything

He is a lot softer

Doesn't pick up on social cues until like ten minutes later

He is a lot slower though, in his smarts

Will say the most random shit like

“My dad is a piece if shit”💩

��We know Todoroki” 💁‍♀️

Or he will ask personal things that he shouldn't without realizing

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Shoto hit his one and placed it down in his lap. It rested gently in his hand, as he let out the puff of smoke he stared down at it. A million thoughts crossed his mind in a second. Then out of the blue he remembered something he overheard Kaminari saying to Mineta earlier that he did not understand.

“Wath she hot?” mineta clenched his hands and practically shook while waiting for Kaminari’s answer.

“Dude she was a total MILF!” Kaminari said, almost a little too excited.

What the hell did that mean? And why do I care?

At the time Shoto shrugged his shoulders and forgot about it. But as of now, stoned to the bone, he was curious. And who better to ask than his closest friends.

“Hey guys, ” he looked up at his friends who were all now focusing their attention to him awaiting his question.

“What is a MILF?” he said oh so nonchalantly. The rest of the group all began to start laughing and clutching their stomachs in pain.

“I just heard Kaminari say it earlier and I wanted to know, ” he shrugged again and glanced around the now hysterically laughing teenagers.

“Uh, Todoroki it's not that appropriate to talk about, ” Midoryia scratched the back of his neck, his face entirely red from the situation.

“Oh,” he plainly replied.

Tenya Iida

We all know he isn't one for breaking rules, let alone the law

(though he literally almost committed murder👀)

He doesn't smoke very often but when he does he gets very paranoid😒

He always thinks that he and his friends will get caught

Honestly it's kind of a buzz kill

No one likes someone freaking out the whole time you are trying to chill

Be tries to cover any smells with WAY to much cologne

(it smells good though)

And is always chewing gum so you can't smell it on his breath

Eventually he will relax but only to an extent

He will make sure you're okay every five minutes and offer to get you anything

Like you're sick

But honestly he just cares and he can't help it

He likes to go for walks though🚶‍♂️

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“You guys Mr. Aizawa will smell it!” Iida's hand flew through the air as he addressed the smell now filling the room. Iida frantically picked up the cologne sitting on the desk next to the best and began sporadically spraying it around the room and on everything.

“Iida, calm down it's going to be okay just come sit down, ” Tsu said from her corner, her finger pressed up against her lip, as usual. He turned to look at her.

“But I don't want to disgrace our school and have our homeroom teacher discover that we are smoking drugs in here, ” he sat down unwillingly as everyone choked on the cologne he sprayed and sighed.

“Fine, ” he looked over to you to see how you were doing. You smiled at the boy who was now flushed.

“Hey Tenya, would a walk outside calm you down?” you suggested grabbing his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. He looked down at your now intertwined hands and back up to you the flush beginning to grow deeper.

“I would love too, ” he grinned back.

Ochaco Uraraka

This girl can't afford her own 🌿 so she's gotta mooch off of her friends

Not that they mind

She's a giggly stoner

She really enjoys getting high, in fact she does whenever she can

She also loves to get stoned around you

Because she loves to see you smiling and can't help but laugh at everything you say

You could literally as the dumbest shit and she will laugh💀

She doesn't like other people cuddling you and will tell anyone off if they do

They should know that she likes you

She might make a move on you if she's feeling brave

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“Stop y/n, you're killing me!” Ochaco wrapped her arms around her stomach as she continued to laugh until she almost threw up. Gosh, she's so queasy. All you did was make a joke about how deku always breaks his bones while he's using his quirk. This left her giggling uncontrollably and deku as red as ever.

“I can't help it, man, I'm just too funny, ” you shrugged and watched the girl laugh.

Eventually, when you got tired and wanted to go to bed Ochaco offered to walk you to your room, which you accepted. Once you reached your door you said good night and reached to open it.

“Wait, y/n, there is something I've been meaning to tell you, but I just havent had the courage to say it, ” she grabbed your hand and looked at the ground. She squeezed your fingers ever so slightly and returned her gaze to yours. Her face made her way to yours and she planted a ever so soft kiss on your lips and instantly pulled away.

“I like you, ” she said grabbing your other hand. You stood there in shock, and looked at her. Suddenly, you kissed an unexpecting Ochaco right back. You kicked open your door, lips still attached, and pulled her into your room sealing the exit behind her.

Tsuyu Asui

This girl is hard to read but I know if she likes to smoke, she would like bongs

She likes the bubbling sound it makes

She is very blunt as is and even more so when stoned

However if you can get her to laugh, she will not stop

She is also very funny, and will try her darn hardest to get you to start laughing uncontrollably

This girl is also apart of the alphabet mafia🏳️‍🌈

Try and change my mind😤

Will have the biggest crush on you but won't do anything about it

Will wait for you to tell her

Bottom energy

Definitely loves to shotgun with you

May lead to more things later

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Tsu took a hit off of the long and passed it onto the next person. She turned to you, still holding the smoke in her lungs. You simply nodded at her and slowly leaned in towards her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she parted her mouth every so slightly. Your lips just barely touched hers, sending shock waves through your body and hers. But as much as Tsu wanted to kiss you she couldn't. She then released the smoke out of her mouth, sending it straight into yours. You inhale as much as you could and open your eyes to look at the girl in front of you. The smoke then was exhaled as you both held eye contact, lips still touching.

“Uhhh, ” The moment ended once the other teens began to speak.

You both looked around at the confused teenagers, who were apparently staring at you both the whole time you were doing what you were doing.

“Sorry guys I don't know what happened, ” Tsu tried laughing it off but you knew better, and you continue to stare at her.

She continued to talk to her friends story and change the subject. And in that moment you never wanted to kiss her more than right now.

Let me know if you want more!!❤️ thank you for reading!!

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Snapchat Memories and Dead People | The Avengers

Hey my lovelies. As per usual, I can only write when I'm in crises.

Today I woke up and was assaulted by Snapchat with a video of someone I miss laughing; someone whom I know I will never hear laugh again. I think I've watched the video about a hundred times. It's the stupidest fucking video. But the laugh isn't stupid. It's just heartbreaking and fleeting— like the video— and it feels like when the snap memory disappears then he will too and I needed to do something with my thoughts to keep from feeling like I'm going to disappear too.

I hate Snapchat, and I hate missing him, and I hate death, and I hope you all like this piece.

Synopsis: Peter with a camera is either the best or worst thing to ever happen //OR// Snapchat is run by the devil himself

Characters: Peter Parker, James Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (mentioned: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Vision, Steve Rogers)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death (nothing graphic), general spoilers of the movies (duh), feelings

Word count: 1.1k

They’re Avengers.

They’re the toughest of the tough.

They’re Earth’s mightiest heroes.

And they’re all huddled around Peter Parker— a teenager, sixteen, just barely an Avenger himself— because he’s the one with a Snapchat and so he’s the one with the video of Tony laughing.

It’s nothing professional— just a flimsily shot picture much too zoomed in and shaking in Peter’s unsteady hands— but he’s there and somehow his laugh is so clear that it’s like it’s coming from right next to them. It’s like Tony’s there too, laughing once more over whatever it is Rhodey had said. They can’t remember anymore— not even Rhodey himself. But they— Earth’s mightiest heroes— are all sure for one long moment that if they turn around then they’ll see Tony, death be damned.

So they don’t turn around— because death be damned or not they don’t want him to leave again.

“That laugh used to drive me mental in the labs. Could never think when he was around.” Bruce doesn’t finish his thought— now he can’t even go back in to get his research because it’s too quiet.

“It was even worse in the air. I’ve never heard another person laugh while getting nuked at.” Rhodey adds. He leaves out the part where he hasn’t flown since he died because he’s afraid of the silence.

Everyone else just hums because the video has restarted and Tony’s laugh is like a command— listen to me while you still can.

They do. For once, they do.

After the fifth loop, Rhodey breaks the reverence. “You got anymore videos, kid?”

Peter does. Peter has a lot of them.

The next video is worse— it’s better. They’re not sure what it is but it’s Clint who talks first this time. After all, it's only fitting when it’s his best friend on the screen this time.

“Kid is that—” he can’t even finish his thought— he doesn’t think he ever had one.

His eyes are locked on the flashes of red hair that twirl and twirl and twirl across the screen. It’s like flames lapping at the camera, so close that Clint takes a breath that is echoed through every other person next to him. He feels like he’s going to get burned— he feels like he’s dead too. Dead people can’t be burned, though, and his entire body is definitely on fire. How the Parker boy had managed to capture one of the rare moments of Natasha dancing he has no idea but he’s never been more willing to pay a teenager for his phone.

“Yeah.” Peter’s voice is airy, not quite as rough as Clint’s, still lost all the same. “This was at the movie marathon we had last summer. Well— five summers ago, I guess.”

No one answers when he trails off. They’re all too busy thinking about time. Too busy thinking about death. They’re Earth’s mightiest heroes and not even they can stop either of the two. They all may as well be sixteen too because that’s how they feel. Scared and tired and sixteen.

Peter— scared and tired and actually sixteen— swipes to the next video.

“So the woman turns the turkey into a cat and the audience laughs? That is funny?”

Wanda flinches so hard that she bumps into Sam. The soldier doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t either. Usually she would apologize but not today. She can’t find it in herself to say sorry these days, not when he’s alive and Vis isn’t. It has nothing to do with Sam— nothing to do with her— everything to do with how little she cares about the minor inconveniences of life when all she’s done is obsess over the major inconvenience of death.

“Yes, essentially. It’s easier if you don’t think about it.” Wanda mouths over her own words as they come— she remembers that day vividly.

It’s all she thinks about sometimes.

“What shall I do instead?”

By this point her heart has stopped— the only thing keeping her upright is the love of her life captured on the tiny screen of Peter’s Iphone. She didn’t even hear him taking the video when it happened. She had been too engrossed in Bewitched and in the man next to her. Some people have tried to tell her that he wasn’t a man but the facts are there. The facts being death. He’s dead and only living things can die so he was alive and he was a man and—

Holy shit why is she thinking about this right now!

“Laugh, Vis. You should laugh!”

Wanda walks away. She runs away. Because it doesn’t take being a witch or woman or alive to remember what’s coming next and she doesn’t think she can handle hearing him laugh. She can’t decide if this is an inconvenience of life or of death— or if she’s just a coward. Someone will hear Vis laugh today but it won’t be her.

Peter swipes again and this time it’s not a video.

It’s a picture.

It’s Bucky Barnes. But Bucky Barnes isn’t dead. He should be. By all means Bucky Barnes should be dead. As dead as his best friend, Steve Rogers, is. But he’s not— clearly. A lot of things that should be, aren’t, though. Like how if Peter had only held his thumb down longer then Bucky could have heard Steve tell him it’ll be alright again. It should be a video.

But it’s not a video— it’s a picture, one of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers with a timestamp of two months ago sitting in the top corner. They’re hugging and if Bucky squints he can see Bruce in the background. Even if he couldn’t see Bruce he would know that moment anywhere. He will always remember the day Steve left, and then came back, and then died. Well, no, he died a few weeks later. But he may as well have died that day.

Bucky didn’t die that day either but he feels like he did so he may as well have too. He may as well be back in Austria with how little he still understands of the world and of Steve Rogers. And of photographs that should be videos. He’s one hundred and six, in a thirty year old body, but no better than a sixteen year old with an okay camera and quiet footsteps.

It’s not Peter’s fault, though, so he pats his shoulders with a huff. “Good shot, kid.”

Maybe it’s better it wasn’t a video anyway, because no matter how many times he hears it he knows that it won’t be alright.

Lies are still lies when they’re told by Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Death is still death— death is still unstoppable— when it comes to the toughest of the tough.

And even the Avengers get Snapchat memories at the worst possible time.

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Dean Winchester: Change is due

*Credit to gif owner*

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Fighting, Swearing, fluff, angst, Dean being a douchebag, guilt.

Summary: What about talking instead of fighting.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n- This is for band-pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge. This makes me sad, but whatever.

Square- "Stay with me"

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

Tag list: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @wonderfulworldofwinchester @doctorlilo @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski

The drive to the bunker was quiet. The rev of the engine. The downright scariness of the way that all I could hear was the passing of other vehicles on the road. That sound too eventually stopped as the driver back to the bunker was much longer than originally anticipated.

Dean had a temper like nobody's business. The temper of a wild dog, or maybe it was a wild bear. Regardless Dean's temper was downright scary most times. But then again most times that temper of his was never directed towards me.

Yes between miniature fights, and getting annoyed with each other fights did occur, but nothing too bad. You see, three years into hunting and now living with the famous Winchesters. I had fallen deeply for Dean Winchester.

Falling for someone is an already dangerous game, but falling in love with a Winchester. The most hunted after, hunters of them all that was a dangerous game to start playing.

I played the game regardless. Can you imagine falling for someone so much that your worlds just connect so well? Like amazing jigsaw puzzle pieces. Or maybe falling in love was like finally figuring out the correct word in a crossword puzzle.

Like Forrest says "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get." I would have never been able to tell you that when I was a little girl playing in my room running around in the pure white dress that I would one day grow up kill the monster that haunts this earth, and fall for the most righteous man, the fallen soldier, the best hunter I had ever met.

Could you imagine a six-year-old, coming up to their parent and saying that one day they'd fight monsters, and fall in love with the greatest monster hunter of them all. In your dreams.

Life with the Winchesters was most of the time pandemonium. Life with them was like living in the thunder dome. Like driving on the icy roads and hoping that you don't fall off the cliff. But life was calm sometimes, being able to have a half-assed normal life was good for all of us.

Sam was the best brother a person could ask for. The best friend a person could ask for. I think the moment I met the Winchesters, Dean and I were like magnets dragging each other together. Slated to be together for the rest of our lives, soul mates if you will.

This last hunt was nothing like we had ever dealt with before. So many children had been killed. I had put myself in the way, getting hurt instead of letting more children get hurt. A natural mother... or maybe just a natural instinct of a woman.

Dean, of course, was anger like normal, but usually, his anger would blow over and we'd either make-up or like the band, AC/DC says "You shook me all night long".

this night was different though. Something was off, something felt wrong. Yes, the drive was long and very fucking quiet but something in the air felt wrong. I'd like to think that I'm a tough cookie, a queen disguised as a princess.

I always think that Dean forgets that the reason he and I get along so well is that we are almost alike, in almost every way. We act the same way, love the same things, react the same way. Two peas in a pod if you will.

Dean tends to forget that when he gets angry, but comes to his sense rather quickly after, he either gets blown off, or the subject gets changed, something that he does often to Sam or me. In the situation where he knows he has no control, or where he is uncomfortable, feeling like he's being pushed into the corner.

I used to let Dean act like a douchebag. I let Dean get mad, yell, throw things, get in my face. But recently. Dean's anger has been out of this world, too much to bare, too much to handle. he almost turns into the hulk. It's like he forgets his normal manners and just wants to hulk smash literally everything around him.

How do you make someone realize what they are doing? How do you show someone how they are acting is affecting you?

Finally after what felt like days, but was really just hours of driving we pulled into the garage, the sound of the engine bouncing off of the cinderblock walls. During said drive Dean and I made eye contact once, his green ember eyes staring deep at me through the rear-view mirror. My own eyes making sure to stare at him with just the same amount of deep soul searching Dean was.

Sam steered in his sleep, the coldness of the garage and the car smell waking him from his sleep. Not a single word was said. Sam was the first one out of the car, opening the impalas back, grabbing his bags, and making a rather quick exit of the garage.

Neither of us moving from our spots. We sat in silence. A silence that's a funny word if you think about it. It the most screamed word when you're being told to be quiet. But it weighs heavy between two people.

Fighting was and has never been my style with Dean. Dean wants to yell and be an idiot then I'll let him be, but I won't go without saying my peace. I'll get up and leave if I want to. There's nothing holding me to the man, an argument is just a battle of words.

Finally, Dean moves, moves to look in the back seat. His eye passes over my figure like always. Passing by over my crisscrossed shins up to my jean-covered thighs, over my hips, up my t-shirt and flannel covered belly, up to my tall shoulders, and to my face.

The little light that was streaming into the impala's backseat. "Why?" Was all Dean said, staring at me. I chewed my lip thinking of anything to say. "Stop chewing on your lip. It's finally started to heal." Dean said.

Still, my body stuck in my crisscrossed position. I heard the creak of the impala, as I saw Dean shift from the front seat to the back seat. "I'm pretty sure that I just told you to stop doing that." He said bringing his thumb up to my lips, gently pulling down releasing my bottom lip from my teeth.

"What were you thinking?" Dean asked picking once again at the issue at hand. "I was thinking about the children," I said looking at the man next to me. It was quiet for a moment, then a heavy sigh filled the air.

"The children?" Dean said questioning me. A cocked-eyed eyebrow raised in confusion to my answer. Sometimes it's like my answer is either not good enough, or isn't the right one. "Yes, the children," I stated calmly.

"I'm getting confused here Y/n," Dean said shifting causing the smallest of creak from the old impala. "I stepped in front of the children," I said.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that but why?" He asked. This firstly is going calm, and Dean's asking questions just before assuming shit, but why does this seem odd, kinda like all of the sudden protecting the young kids isn't enough to get a few scrapes and bruises.

"Did the great Dean Winchester just ask me that?" I said now turning the tables and questioning him. "Yeah, I did." He said so cut and dry-like. "You really wanna know why?" I asked

We were still sitting in the back of his precious car. I had rested my head on the headrest, closing my eyes. Dean was just staring, it had become a bad habit of his after we got together.

"Because Dean those kids didn't deserve whatever that monster did to them. Hell, I just pulled ten kids out, you and sam pulled at ten each. Can you even imagine that, because I can. Being so scared that I can't even protect myself." I said.

Taking a deep breath in and sighing loudly.

"What are you talking about Y/n?" Dean asked, looking at me now with more intent. Wanting yearning to get to the bottom jar of worms we had so carefully opened.

"You know what ignore me, it doesn't make any difference," I said uncrossing my legs and turning to unlock the back door. I was stopped before my fingertips even grabbed onto the cold metal on the handle.

"Do you remember that promise you made me? All those years ago." Dean said, pulling me into his warm touch. His scent of bourbon and wood fell down around us. "No, I don't Dean," I said honestly confused about what I had promised.

"You promise me that whatever was on your mind you would come to me and talk about it. I know six years is a long time, but that day you promised that you've never broken that promise." Dean said while he drew small circles into my lower back.

"Tonight though right now, you're breaking that promise. You don't have to give me every single detail but just don't go walking in front of a monster because you don't know what else to do. You know that you can talk to your boyfriend right?" He said questioning me towards the end.

I only shook my head in response Dean took that as his sign to continue talking. "I just, I'm fearing that you're starting to drift away, and honestly Y/n. Honest;y Y/n I don't think I would know what to do without you." Dean said.

This is different, new, and odd. This Dean is someone who only comes out when the world is ending or the tears are about to be shed for the umpteen amount of time. This Dean, this is the Dean I fell in love with. "So make me this promise now, stay with me," Dean asked.

"Stay with you?" I asked, "Of course stay with you, I guess I just have to learn to be able to ask for help, right Dean." I said hugging him from the awkward position we had fallen into when he pulled me away from the back door.

"No more running, no more fighting alone. We do everything together now." Dean said, cupping my slightly tears stained cheek." Bumping our foreheads together in a sign of good faith you could say. I hummed and returned the favor.

Moments like this the calm, and the quiet. These were those times where I felt at home. I've realized with this job, hunting home isn't a place with four walls and a roof over your head it's about the people in your life. Make a home with the people who care about you. Make a home with the people you would fight anything to hurt, Make home able to be anywhere.

And when you can do that finally you can make home turn into love, and love into strength. Having all three makes you happier I'd like to think in the long run of things. So just "stay with me" that's all I'm asking of you, the rest we can do together.

Completed on: 05/06/2021

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deviltoys · 3 years

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IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!

hey, kevin here, i apologize that somethin' of this matter is being posted so late like this and so sudden. i won't be typing as i usually do as the accusations here are a serious matter and there won't be a need for my usual, light-hearted typing style.

it has come to my attention, though this information has been kept private for maybe a month, two? but has only just recently been brought to my attention by a good friend of mine. the claims were sent to him over instagram by my ex; kai or huhrizon. the photo will be attached below in which, kai, is laughing about the fact he believes he's found out that i am a minor. more specifically, fifteen. which couldn't be farther from the truth, this thread will be debunking and defending myself before he can come out and express these fabricated lies to try and ruin my reputation because he's upset that i wasn't ready for a relationship.

kai messaging mattia over the fact he believes he has uncovered 'my mother's facebook profile'. which will be debunked below.

very interesting that you decided to not only, try to uncover things about my identity after i politely explained to you that i no longer wanted to pursue a relationship, but that you're brewing up fake rumours just to try to get back at me for it.

onto the main claim. kai has been professing, that i, am infact a fifteen year old falsifying his age online. the reason he believes these claims are that, one, he found my mother's facebook profile. and two, that there was a photo on there of me, with the caption 'happy birthday kevin' posted onto the account. mattia has explained to me that this photo isn't here to be displayed as evidence, solely because kai sent the picture through instagram's vanish mode.

* this mode automatically deletes anything sent after the chat is closed.

mattia informed me that this photo was overall suspicious though as kai had blurred out the user's facebook handle. very odd indeed kai, very odd. i have no clue what this women looked like as there were no further photos, so until then, i don't know how i can debunk the woman not being my mother; appearance wise.

what reason do i have to believe this is motivated out of spite? before kai and i had become acquainted, i followed him through dylan, who had publicity posted about how his friend had created a dark blog. wanting to follow more creators who shared a similar interest, i followed him. immediately, kai had started sending asks about whether or not i was single. we had not talked nor even messages before, we had liked a few of each others posts and that was the max of our interactions. but i responded with a flirty remark, which i am now known for, but wasn't at the time. flirting was thrown back and fourth and after awhile i had realized i was no longer ready, mentally or emotionally for a relationship at that point in time. i still had full feelings for kai, yet kindly expressed my discomfort with a relationship. which he mutually accepted and that was that. i thought we were ended things on great terms, we both communicated and got our messages out of the way.

apparently this was not the case, as kai, without my knowledge goes to search for any sort of dirt he can find on me. which, i will be using a post by dylan to explain why i have reason to be swayed into the fact this was out of anger— i love dylan, and he's not included in these accusations whatsoever, but this post is important to view. do not drag him into this, please. i'm serious.

dylan admits to kai being able to ruin people's lives for fun. which is obviously, not a good look for him. he purposefully goes on the hunt for any information he can attach to someone. unluckily for him, he couldn't find anything worth exposing, so he restorts to making up lies about my age in an attempt to get some sort of revenge? as punishment for breaking his heart i presume. very, very mature after a breakup which i calmly and kindly let you know that i wasn't ready for anything further.

now, onto the rebuttal i have for his big accusation; me being a fifteen year old who's mother's social, kai sniffed up. my mother does not own any form of social media, she has an email which is technically not even a social app. ( this is used for her grad teachers, in order to contact her for reasons that will be explained ).

my mother hasn't had any social app for years, much less posts or takes photos of us to display whatsoever. my mother entered a relationship with a man, who at the time she didn't know was very, very anti-lgbtq.

* before anything else it's important to note that kai, believes i have a brother. i told him this in order to stray away any true information about me, as there are very few people i fully trust with the knowledge of my personal life. much less, someone who i just met at the time; i.e kai. kai had mentioned a friend of either his or his brothers being named 'hank' to try to also fit the lie of having a brother, i told him it was a funny coincidence that my brother had the same name. i do not have a brother, my sister and i are both trans— she being mtf, and i being ftm. she has given me explicit permission to disclose this, as i wouldn't ever dream of letting that information out without her word.

this leads into my main argument. my mother had been with this man for quite awhile, and had finally asked us for permission to give him the news, that we were both transgender and that he should know for the future of our family. he obviously, did not take this well. to keep details minimal for the safety of my family, i'll briefly explain some of the shit he's done to my mother. stalk, threaten, send unsolicited photos and dead animals to our home, try to get my mother to meet up - or find her location to meet up with her, and many, many more vile things. my family has been hiding, moving, and changing our identities ever since. my mother has wanted a healthy, safe environment for her children to grow up in without fear that their lives would be taken or in some way ruined by this man. we can't keep a house for more than a year before we're forced to go into hiding because of a message from him or some sick prank from somebody who knows about the situation. this is all i can say, as i don't want him to somehow get ahold of this post. which is also why i am withholding my families legal names as well as her ex's legal name just to be cautious. though it is never ever justified to lie to your partner, kai and i had barely talked and i felt pressured by the environment and excitement to rush headfirst into a relationship. causing me to hold back any truth to my personal life, excluding interests, stories, and stuff of that sort. which deserves an apology all on it's own.

now, where this fifteen, number came from. not a clue in hell, my sister, is sixteen but was fifteen at the time i was in a relationship with kai. i have no clue if this has anything to do with it, but he knew, as i told him i was celebrating her birthday through text. letting him know, the age she was and the age she was turning.

i live off the grid and always have. my legal name is not on here, my family or friends names, etc. my personality, all me, the stories or hobbies i have? true. my job? true. i express the true me on here while still holding back information that could cause my family into another year of hiding. my mother never has and never will have any socials. she barely uses her email out of fear, but has no choice as it's her only means of communication to her job.

another quick thing i would like to mention, to be truthful, as this is a post solely based on trust alone. as i have no physical evidence to back it up. i sent a photo to kai, letting him know it was taken when i was in middle school. i told him my mother put a filter over it, which is weird right? i just explained how my mother doesn't have socials, he's got to be lying, right? no, my teacher had taken the photo and she had edited on her photo to show our grandma, who she sent the image through phone messages. this was no lie, but it was a misdirection to try to get kai to believe my mother posted about me. i still didn't trust him and never fully did, so this was another. morally wrong, attempt to cover my true identity by lying to him about it. which, again, never right to lie to your partner. but i have a family to protect, it's hard to make friends and relationships online when you have to hide who you truly are your whole life. and i'm sorry that's been the case, though the information my mutuals privately know is all the truth. i've grown to trust a fair few, so thank you.

as a summary, these claims are total bullshit. i can provide more context or answers to any questions you may have, below, through dms, or through my inbox. this was once again posted before he could get his word out, as i wanted to make sure everyone knew what i had to say, in case he decided to 'expose' me while i was at work, or too busy to compile a rebuttal. thank you all for listening, you don't have to believe a word of this. as yes, my story does sound far-fetched but i have no way that i can verify it without putting my family in danger. which, i'd much rather lose my online status over a silly rumour than harm my family for another multitude of years. this is a rather short and rushed post though, as it's been bugging me for awhile and i just need to push it out.

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celestialevie · 3 years

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Weddings and what could’ve been’s // F.W. x F! Reader

Hi! This is my first ever posted fic, I hope you’ll like it!

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x F! Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You’ve been friends with Fred since forever. But what happens when the one you love is not feeling the same and now he’s getting married to the girl he loves. Based off of this song :))

Word count: 2.5k

It was supposed to be a good day. Waking up, getting ready for another day of writing her novel about picturing a certain red head as love interest of her novel. But it all flushed down when she saw a small envelope just sitting there on the table, almost as if it was mocking her. It's been sitting there ever since it arrived yesterday afternoon, not expecting to receive an invitation to the wedding of one person she didn't want to participate in. Fredrick Gideon Weasley. Her best friend since their second year of Hogwarts. It was almost ironic how a simple wedding invitation can break a heart that's already been on the verge of breaking, tears were rolling down her face, not a single sound could've been heard besides her sobs. Her best friend/roommate ran out of her room as soon as she heard her. Not expecting to see her best friend on the floor crying over a single paper, she realises what happened, the one thing she dreaded even though it was only a matter of time before it happened. The way Fred was talking about that girl, she knew that her best friend was in a wait of a permanent broken heart. But now a day later, she decided to throw the invitation in the rubbish, deciding no matter how much she cared about her best friend she knew she wouldn't be able to handle watching him promising himself to someone else for forever. Taking out a bottle of her favourite rose, she pours some of it in a glass and heads back to her room, deciding to forget about her heartbreak by throwing herself into her fictional world where she was the one Fred loved.

Soon, she'll realise that not even wine and her own fictional world would help cure her broken heart. Not when the one she's so in love with decided so pay her a visit, not hearing anything from her in over a week. He wondered if she got the invitation to the wedding, the day he couldn't wait for it to finally happen. The thing is, he's not going to be able to do it, if his soulmate in a form of his best friend isn't there by his side, making sure he doesn't panic like he often happens to do in stressful situations.

Upon hearing knocking on her door, she slowly gets up from her desk, heading to open the door, not expecting to see the person she wanted to see the least, standing in front of her.

Every day they were closer to the day that changes everything for forever. One of them was dreading that day, while the other one couldn't want for it to come any sooner. Soon it was the day of rehearsal dinner or also known as the day before it all goes shit show for her. Everything was ready, her outfit ready for tomorrow. Deciding she wasn't strong enough to make it through the wedding alone, she begged her best friend to go with her, helping her survive with alcohol. The wedding was in the backyard of The Burrow, but it wasn't anything special or near as big as it was Bill's, both Fred and Lillian agreeing it was best to have a smaller intimate wedding with their closest ones there. Apparating a minute away from The Burrow, she walks towards the door, knocking softly before entering the house. Everyone was on their feet, final preparations for tomorrow are being made. Ginny was the first one to notice her, running towards the girl. Brining her in the hug, she laughs. '' Hi Ginny '' they pull away from the hug, Ginny looking at the girl. '' You look gorgeous y/n. I'm still angry at my brother for not marrying you. '' y/n rolls her eyes playfully. '' Stop it, you know we would never work as a couple, plus Lillian is a lovely girl, I'm sure she'll be a good sister-in-law. '' they talked as they walked upstairs heading towards Ginny's room. What no one knew is that the night of the Yule ball, Fred was ready to confess his dying crush on his best friend, that's why he brought her to the astronomy tower. He had it all planned out until they were interrupted, and it was all ruined. Fred often wondered if they hadn't been interrupted would've it been her who he was marrying. Would it work out or would it fail and therefore ruin their friendship. George was the only one along with Lee who knew about it. That's why the night before the wedding he found himself sitting in front of the small lake they had behind their house, wondering if Lillian is truly the one he wants to marry. Y/n found him after a few minutes, joining him. '' I knew I'd find you here. '' he said nothing, just kept looking in front of him. '' What's bothering you, Freddie? '' she gently took his hand into hers, brushing her thumb gently across his hand. '' I'm just worried if I'm making a mistake or rushing this. Before tonight, I couldn't been happier waiting for this day to finally come, but now that it's here all my mind seems to do is make me wonder if I'm marrying the wrong girl. Maybe I should just marry you, we've been friends for forever, it wouldn't change much. '' he lets out a small laugh. Letting go off his hand, I grab his face with my hands on both sides of his face. '' Fred I need you to look at me. Do you love Lillian? '' he nods his head. '' I don't think I've ever loved anyone the way I love her. '' a small smile appears in the corner of his mouth. '' Do you see yourself being with her for the rest of your life? Is she the one you want to see growing old with you? '' y/n questions him. Fred waits for a few seconds before answering, with a big smile on his face. '' Yeah, I do. God, why was I even doubting this. This is why I need you by my side, you always know how to get me out of my head. Thank you, love. '' he pulls her into a strong hug. '' Hey, if you need a getaway car tomorrow, me and George will have one prepared and then we can get married. '' she joked, even though there was some half truth in it. '' it's late, I have to go get that beauty sleep for tomorrow so do you. Goodnight Freddie. '' she plants a small kiss on his cheek before apparating herself back to her flat, before crashing down in the middle of living room, bursting into tears of heartbreak. The pieces that weren't shatter from before, had shattered now. There were no pieces left of her heart. The rest of the night she spent in the arms of her best friend, crying herself to sleep.

It was funny really. The story of how they met, how they became inseparable and how she eventually fell in love with him. The latter didn't come to much of a surprise. How could someone not fall in love with him, when he's the most amazing person she's ever come across. It was their second year in Hogwarts, and she was heading towards the library, deciding to prepare herself for the upcoming Potions exam. Merlin knows how much she dreaded those. It wasn't her fault, most people on her mom's side of family never really knew how to do potions. As she was walking there, someone grabbed her by her arm and started dragging her away with them in a direction of the nearest broom closet. In a second she realised it was one of the Weasley twins. Not even needing to ask why he was in such a hurry, already knowing they caused another trouble. Quickly running inside the broom closet, one of the twins put a hand on her mouth, signalling for her to be quiet. Rolling her eyes, she did as told until we heard Filch and Mrs. Norris passing by. Another minute passed on until he removed his hand from her mouth. '' I'm Fred. '' he introduced himself. '' Y/n '' she shook his hand. '' Care to explain why you dragged me into this dusty broom closet with yourself? '' Fred laughed. '' Had to move you out of the way from Filch or else you'd be in the trouble along with me. '' nodding her head, she left the closet. And that was the beginning of their weird friendship. From participating in the pranks, to making excuses why they're not in the certain classes you shared with them to Fred asking her to go to the Yule Ball with him, leading us to the night they had almost kissed. Somewhere in between she slowly fell for her best friend without intending to. It all felt like a dream. Dancing with her best friend so closely, to sneaking off to the astronomy tower because that night, the stars were shining so bright. Slow dancing in the moonlight, it all felt almost to perfect. Both of them slowly leaning towards each other until they heard a crashing noise, interrupting their intimate moment. It made her realise that it was for the best for them to be just friends, their friendship being worth more than a relationship not knowing how it'll end. Almost as if it was a silent agreement between them, neither of the two brought it up ever again. She would never want to ruin his day, so yes she had agreed to be his second best man, no matter how much it'll hurt to be there so up close seeing it all unfold almost like in a film scene.

Next morning when she woke up, she felt so exhausted while getting ready. She barely had any energy in her body and she was pretty sure she also had no tears left. Putting on her beautiful dress, she did her makeup and hair. She was ready to stand there next to her best friend, and watch him marry the love of his life, no matter how much the fact that it's not her hurted. It was a beautiful ceremony, he looked so beautiful in his dark blue suit, it really made his hair and eyes stand out a bit more, and don't her started on how beautiful the bride was. Her gown looked straight out of a fairytale. A few tears espaced during the ceremony but when George asked her why is she crying, she brushed it off as happy tears, even though she knew she didn't fool George with that lie. During the reception she mostly stayed at her table, trying to drown her sorrow in the wine and other alcoholic drinks. She watched as her roommate/best friend danced with George along with watching Fred and Lillian dance together like it was only two of them. Molly and Ginny often came and talked to me, but it wasn't long until I couldn't handle it anymore and just drowned the rest of my drink before saying goodbye to everyone, making an excuse saying she unfortunately had to go home and finish her book, her publisher gave her a deadline until tomorrow. The last person left to say goodbye to was Fred. Tapping him on the shoulder, she gives him a smile as he turns around. '' Congratulations Freddie boy once again. But I have to leave now unfortunately, I have a book to finish. '' Before she could even say anything he took her hands and put them around his neck, pulling her closer to him. '' Just this one dance and then I'm setting you free, okay? '' He begged her. Nodding her head, they start slow dancing. '' I'm really proud of you Freddie, you finally found the one you always talked about. Hopefully one day I'm gonna find my prince charming one day. '' she rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. '' I'm sorry I wasn't the one for you. '' he said, making the tears slowly start pooling in my eyes. '' That's not for you to apologise, we're too good friends for us to work in a relationship. Us not kissing that night of the yule ball was for the best. If we kissed who knows if you'd meet Lillian, your true love. Don''t you worry about me. '' and with that she pulled away from him, placing a small kiss on his cheek before apparating home. Letting him stand there alone, her words sinking in, making him wonder again if he had made a mistake by not letting her know of his feeling that night. But soon his thoughts were brushed away as he felt the lips of his wife on his.

'' Hello love '' he greets her after she moved aside, letting him in. Pulling her into a hug, he goes into the living room, while she still stands there shocked at her door. Quickly getting rid of her thoughts, she heads over to where he was. '' Hi Freddie, what are you doing here? I didn't expect you to visit. '' she sits down next to him. '' Well it's been over a week since I've last heard from you, so I decided to pay you a visit. She nods her head. '' Yeah, sorry about that. I started working on my novel again and that's all I've focusing on recently. Didn't mean to neglect your need for constant attention. '' she jokes, even though she knew he had his fiancée know to give him attention. Fred rolls his eyes. '' Yeah yeah whatever. Listen I have a question/favour to ask you. '' she furrows her eyebrows. '' Okay, I'm listening. '' taking a deep breath, he begins. '' So as you probably know I proposed to Liliana. Speaking of that, have you received my invitation to the wedding? '' it's been over a month since they got engaged, and yet she still couldn't bare the thought of losing Fred forever. '' Yes I have, it's very beautiful Freddie, I am very happy for the two of you. '' she gives him her best fake smile, not wanting to upset her best friend. '' Thank you, love. My question is, would you like to be my second best man? Along with George of course. I don't think that I would be able to do it without you by my side. Please say yes or at least think about it. It would really mean everything to me. '' This was definitely something she hadn't expect. There goes your plan on not going to the wedding, making an excuse of why she can't make it and get drunk in her room while watching her favourite romcoms. '' Of course Freddie, anything for you. '' those words came out before you even had a chance to think about them.

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