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soul-dwelling · 1 year

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The thing with Tamaki is that it got confusing if Ohkubo was going with the "she has bad luck" route or "she wants to sexually express herself but has to hide it do the society shaming her route", like at first it seemed like she was a "tsundere" that couldnt admit she lusted after the other charachter so she pretended that they were groping her, but later it seemed that it was an actuall problem and she suffered because people blamed her even though she didnt do it on porpuse?

A whole lot of content warnings, and a long answer, so I'll put this under "read more."

My friend and I write Tamaki as “bad luck,” not just “lucky lecher” crap. She already has the black cat symbolism, just make her full-on bad luck at all times, you don’t have to make it all sexual crap.

I never got a sense in canon that Tamaki wanted to express herself. If anything, once we get that flashback, she struck me, if not aromantic, then asexual or demisexual. When we first meet her, she has zero interest in men, minus maybe some non-sexual hero worship of Burns and, debatably, especially when you get the flashback, a crush (maybe some sexual attraction, maybe not) on Rekka. Even any crush (again, maybe sexual attraction or not) on Shinra didn’t come across as sexual so much as demisexual.

Then I see the canonical trivia included in her character bio in the manga volumes where it flat-out says she doesn’t like co-ed events or being around boys and men, and, yeah, this screams asexual or demisexual.

It’s why it gets all the more infuriating to have Ohkubo use Viktor as his soapbox to say this bad luck follows Tamaki because she refuses to embrace her role as an icon of sex appeal (which, again, to keep repeating: she is an underage character, this is gross).

And it defies what Ohkubo has done up to now: trying to make his own religion in his story, by cannibalizing stuff from other religions. How many sex icons in mythology, religion, folklore, and creation myths were asexual or self-reproducing? Tamaki (again, underage, so gross) can simultaneously be representative of sex itself--without needing to be treated as an object to be groped, stripped, and humiliated.

If there is any earlier story Ohkubo seems to pull from for writing Tamaki? It’s Diana being seen bathing--only, in that story, depending on how you stage it, maybe Actaeon made an honest mistake and didn’t deserve that punishment. And maybe Tamaki beating up someone would just reinforce the “boy does something pervy by accident, girl punishes boy, we have reinforced harmful gender archetypes” problem. But at least “Tamaki turns Assault into a deer who gets killed by his own people” would give some catharsis.

But I got off-topic, so let me get back to my point and your question.

Maybe you could argue Tamaki isn’t aromantic or asexual or demisexual because she ends up with Takeru. But, and maybe I’m going to get deserved criticism, that doesn’t strike me as a very exciting relationship. I don’t mind that Takeru is attracted to her. I don’t mind that after Takeru helps her fight Fake!Assault that she agrees to a date and, in the epilogue, we see them on something like a date. But the dynamic between the two doesn’t sound exciting. Maybe that’s the point: Tamaki has been through enough shit, she actually would like a romantic partner where everything isn’t drama, up to now Takeru is about the only boy that hasn’t accidentally groped her or embarrassed her, maybe this was set up from the beginning by Ohkubo but was so understated that it works.

I don’t know--Tamaki x Takeru is no Soul x Maka, which itself was pretty understated (in that, you still have the “soulmates,” hand-holding stuff--but aside from Maka blushing in the last chapter, it is more like those two were already dating without officially dating). So, I don’t find the dynamic between Tamaki and Takeru as imaginative or writerly or thought-provoking: the two don’t have that spark, Takeru’s personality is there but kind of lacking, I think writing him is more interesting when you pair him up with someone more loud and outgoing (yes, my friend and I have worked on that, too).

I get your point, asking whether Ohkubo was writing Tamaki has ending up like this because she was repressing sexual desires due to earlier slut shaming. But it never exploded out like a cliche sexual repression would: I honest to goodness was terrified the potential Kill La Kill ending I thought we got was going to be Tamaki suddenly being super sexually charged, a 180 from her usual demeanor, as if to say, “This is the real Tamaki, what you saw up to now was her repressed”--so, small favors that Ohkubo didn’t go in that direction.

We don’t get a ton of interiority on Tamaki, but it isn’t like this is some really reductive and offensive take where the more and more she doesn’t get to date, the more and more she has dirtier thoughts. Tamaki has struck me pretty much as asexual or demisexual: about the most repression is that she avoids being around boys (give me a moment, we’ll get to the problem of that when refusing to read Tamaki as gay, bi, or pan).

It never struck me that Tamaki was a tsundere in that regard, at least not until Shinra saved her--and even then, she didn’t suddenly find him sexually attractive, it seemed more like a romantic non-sexual crush. It never struck me that she lusted after characters who touched her: again, small favors from Ohkubo, but he didn’t have Tamaki making suggestive noises or faces when touched, she looked legitimately horrified, embarrassed, and so-not-into-this when touched against her will.

Now, onto the gay, bi, and pan reading: Tamaki literally says at one point she’d rather be with Iris than any boys in the 8th; she doesn’t seem to have a lucky lecher problem around girls; she is not horrified at Iris hugging her while Tamaki is naked--albeit, again, Tamaki just looks miserable, so she’s not turned on or attracted to Iris’s hug, either. As with Ohkubo’s offensive and regressive “sex is for making babies” talk, there is so much LGBTQ+ erasure in this story: at no point does this story ever just entertain that maybe Tamaki feels awkward being touched against her will by boys, not only because it’s boys--but because she’s not attracted to boys at all? That she may be gay or bi or pan? This text really struggled to have LGBTQ+ representation that wasn’t just a bad joke, like the man from Asakusa who is attracted to Benimaru. About the only not-so-bad-but-still-not-great moment was Akitaru asking if Takehisa was gay without any gay panic moment.

#long post #dwells whines about fire force

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gemstoneconstellations · 4 years

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Alternate Timeline for HBAN (Bakugo as the love interest)

Someone asked about what if Hero By Another Name was a Bakugo/Reader fic on Youtube awhile back and I made a hc for it. I decided to post it now cause why not.

all the events that happened in original hban would have still happened. Just no romance feelys with kirishima

just pure admiration between you and your favorite hero

but bakugo thinks they have feelings for each other

after the camping trip, when you start texting him and hanging out, he thinks it’s just because he’s kirishima’s best friend and he thinks of this as an opportunity to push you two together

he didn’t expect to actually enjoy his time with you

“maybe you aren’t so bad, you are a big jerk who really needs to learn his inside voice but you aren’t so bad.”

it was interesting to see someone who was actually as competitive as him, he didn’t think he ever time himself washing the dishes to prove that he’s faster at it

you mentioned off-handedly that maybe you should buy some ground zero merch now that the two of you were friends.

He had a bunch of his hero merch from before they’d been officially released. He usually just gave them to kids at his meet and greet events but he logic it out that he was doing you a favor by giving it to you so your place didn’t look like a shrine to red riot anymore…. It didn’t give him any warm fuzzy feelings at all, seeing you wear one of his shirts or cuddle his grenade pillows, nope.

for some reason, he felt guilty when he hung out with you alone. He always felt like kirishima was watching and he was betraying his best friend’s trust, and tried to keep it to a minimum

movie night was weird to him, he could see you and kirishima had a great relationship and obviously you two would be great together but neither one of you are making any moves.

You fell asleep sitting next to Bakugo and instead of leaning against the guy you clearly liked, you leaned against him. While bakugo was panicking on what to do and how to explain it to Kirishima, he looked over only to see the redhead laughing into his hand and taking pictures with his phone. Who does that while their crush uses another guy as a pillow?!

when you ask him for help with getting the perfect gift for kirishima’s birthday he felt happy that you wanted to rely on him

he thinks you’re an idiot, when he tells you that it was obvious that the two of you liked each other you looked at him with confusion “I think I would know if I liked someone, I can tell you with confidence that the only feelings I got for kirishima is pure admiration. You on the other hand, it’s still up for debate. Sometimes I feel like you are a lot of fun, other times I feel like setting you on fire.”

bakugo actually smiles at you “arsonist firefighter, very original. You always had the firebug, mut?”

“only when you cheat at video games, asshole”

now bakugo was under the impression that kirishima was currently in a one-sided romance with someone that he may or may not enjoy hanging out with.

the ‘magazine incident’ happens. Kirishima feels bad that you got caught up in the media again but thought this was an opportunity to tease bakugo by texting him “hey, I didn’t know you two were dating? Bro, what about the code.”

Bakugo, who was on a mission at the time, didn’t know what the text was about until he noticed his social media account being blasted. He definitely did not panic, not at all, is what he told himself

Bakugo pretended to be too busy to talk to kirishima while on the mission and didnt tell him when he came back, but he forgot since he was on the same mission with Deku, the fucking nerd blabbed about them getting back so the redhead was at his place with takeout cause hes so fucking conciderate and knew Bakuog would be too tired to cook

Kirishima would try to tease Bakugo about the article and Bakugo would finally snap, “Nothing fucking happened and nothing is happening between me and the shitty firefighter! You don’t have to worry!”

Kirishima was shocked and confused. They have a long talk and he explains how you and him are only friends and there is no way he could ever date you. Bakugo tried to point out all the signs that would insinuate that they liked each other but it made Kirishima laugh. “Are you sure you’re not projecting on me and you aren’t the one with a crush?”

“The fuck?! No!” Bakugo denied it, you and him, dating?! No, fuck that, that’s weird.

Now the idea is in his head, he caught himself looking at you more when the three of you hung out. He avoids being alone with you much as possible.

Kirishima notices bakugo’s very obvious behavior. “You know, I was kidding before but now…. You can make a move if you want? Don’t deny your feelings cause you think I like her, which I don’t.”

Bakugo thought about it, unlike with most people, he actually had fun with you and like that you would bounce off of him. Always throwing back a challenge yourself. So instead of avoiding you, he just kind of let things take their course as he figured out how he felt now that he wasn’t trying to get the two of you together.

There was a huge fight with a villain with a fire quirk that caused an office building to catch fire. Bakugo stayed back helping those who got out with basic first aid while waiting for the emts and other heroes went inside the building.

Firefighters showed up on the scene and got quickly to work to rescue people and put out the flames.

You came out, a full grown ass man wrapped in your firefighter coat on your shoulder, walking out of the burning building like a fucking beautiful badass. Bakugo was in awe as you placed the man down on a stretcher near him. “Hey Ground Zero, was this your fault again? Where’s Red Riot to save the day again?”

“It wasn’t fucking me… this time. I beat the shit out of the ass who did.”

You just laughed at him, rolling your eyes “uh huh.”

This is the moment when Bakugo finally makes a move. “So to make up for you cleaning up my mess again, we’re going out. And it’s a date.” he didn’t leave any room for you to argue.

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #what if hcs for hero by another name

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creacherkeeper · 3 years

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sorry if this bothers you but you seemed like a good person to talk to about this. im like 97% sure im autistic and ive done a lot of research but my mom doesn’t believe me because i’m not like the boys she’s seen on youtube. and its just awful because i’m not eighteen yet and im a black girl and i know how parents are important in the diagnosis because of childhood behavior. i just feel like no one will believe me about a diagnosis.

hi nonny

first off, not a bother AT ALL, no worries. im always happy to talk through situations like this

secondly, im sorry for the situation youre in. its one that a lot of autistic people find themselves in, so youre not alone, but its a very difficult thing to go through, especially when youre a minor without access to many resources. so know that someone sees the struggle. when i was trying to get diagnosed my parents were the exact same way. they didnt believe me at all because their only concept of autism came from rainman

so, some advice:

until youre an adult, take this time to learn as much as you can about autism, the autistic community, your own neurodivergence and how it affects you, and whether or not you actually want a diagnosis. having that official word is important for many people, and it gives you access to accommodations at work and school. but there are a lot of drawbacks to a dx as well. in situations where you are forced to disclose, there is a lot of stigma, and people may treat you poorly because of it. depending on where you live, you may be disqualified for live saving medical treatment such as transplants. it makes it infinitely harder to adopt or win custody battles. etc etc. there are many reasons one would choose to get a dx or not, so learn more, talk to people, and take this time to make a decision. if you choose self-dx, know that there are many in the autistic community who chose the same and you are loved and welcome as one of us

if you do chose to get a professional dx, know that its going to be an uphill battle. it's expensive, for one, so if you're planning on attending college or live near a campus, try finding a university teaching psych center that charges on a sliding scale. they're also going to have young professionals who hopefully are more up to date and not so set in the old conception of autism. youre also going to have more of a difficult time getting a diagnosis as a black girl, because so much of the psych field was built on sexism and racism, as well as the inherent ableism of the field. youre doubly more likely to get misdiagnosed with a behavioral or mood disorder, so know that you are allowed to stick up for yourself and be clear about your needs in the process. many (especially older) professional's picture of autism is still 10 year old nonverbal white boys. before seeing someone, ask on the phone (or have someone ask for you) whether or not they have experience diagnosing adults, women, and people of color. that could really make a difference. but also keep in mind that if one person doesnt work out, you can always see someone else. i've been misdiagnosed with things several times, and i choose not to disclose that when seeing new medical or mental health professionals unless its relevant

all that said, you do NOT need your parents to get a diagnosis. mine were not involved in my process at all when i got dx'd at 19, because i knew they would do everything in their power to convince the doctor i wasn't autistic, even if it meant bending the truth or lying. i brought them to my results session, but that was it. they argued with the doctor but she had already made her diagnosis, so it didnt matter. the rest of it was just me and the diagnostician, and i answered all questions about childhood the best i could. its totally fine to write down a list of childhood behaviors or memories before you go in if you think youll forget or miss something. for me the biggest reason i got diagnosed was the hugely variant scores i got on my IQ test, which is a common thing with autism (my scores ranged from low 30s to 99.8th percentile, with not much being average or in the middle). so the diagnostician will not only be looking to childhood or family members. there are plenty of people seeking diagnosis who dont have access to willing family anyway

i think thats all my advice as of now. but i understand how scary the situation is, or how scary it seems while youre in it. if you have any more questions or just need to talk, feel free to message again or dm me. im more than happy to listen or try to help more

#long post #autism #actually autistic

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horansqueen · 4 years

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You & Me : chapter 36

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34|| CHAPTER 35

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4.2k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: idk what to write here anyway no one reads it lol! but yea im posting this for Isa because she’s probably the only one who still cares about this story lmao ILYSM!

if you want to be on the list of blogs i notify when this is updated, just message me :)

requests! : some requests i didnt add because i didnt want to spoil this. theyll be added in the next chapter and probably at the END of the chapter lol

TAKE A LOOK AT THE CHARACTERS HERE

Chapter 36 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

April 7th, 2018

I fell asleep on the bed as soon as we got done with diner. I finally had a day off and an other one the next day but I had been working non-stop for 6 days until late at night (or early in the morning) and I was exhausted. I shivered and woke up slowly, feelings my lips curl at Niall's touch. His fingertips were brushing up and down my arm, making goosebumps appeared on my skin, and I let out a low whimper.

"I missed you. How long have I been sleeping?" I asked in a mumble, forcing myself to open my eyes.

"You've been asleep for two hours." he pointed out before chuckling.

"I don't care." I let out with a childish voice. "I missed you anyway."

I squirmed a bit and ended up with my head on his lap. My lips curled into a smile when I felt his fingers slip in my hair and I breathed in, inhaling his scent and his expensive perfume.

I knew I was already fucked. I knew it was over for me and that if Niall and I broke up again at some point, it would kill me. At this point, being official or not didn't change anything anymore. I remembered back then, before I dated him, I always tried to suppress my feelings for him, I always managed to put a wall in front of them to hide them from everyone and especially myself. Right after One Direction's last tour, the walls collapsed and crashed, exposing my feelings to practically everyone, and at that time, it shocked me how much I loved him, how deep, real and intense my feelings were. They grew even more when we dated and remained stronger than ever for so long after he broke up with me. I was there with him now, my walls completely wrecked, and it made me realize that I had put my walls back in front of my feelings when I started dating Dylan but that wall was not that strong and Niall easily tore it apart without even knowing it. I was tired. I was exhausted to keep that wall there. Perhaps I had even helped him taking each brick off, one by one. Yeah, the more I thought about it, the more I was sure it was a team work.

"I was thinking we could go out tonight."

I groaned and wiggled a bit to press my face on his stomach, making him chuckle. "I'm tired."

"I know, but Louis says he misses you." he pointed out, making me groan again. "Come on, I'll buy you a few drinks."

I remained silent for a few seconds, wondering if I should go or not. I was pretty sure it would be fun but at the same time, spending time in bed, cuddling with the man I loved seemed even better. I moved a bit to lay on my back and look up at him. He was the only person in the world who looked good from this angle.

"Are you gonna stay with me the whole time?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes."

"You'll hold my hand under the table?" I added, staring at him and making him smile.

"I will."

"You're gonna dance with me whenever I ask you to?"

"Baby, we're not going in a club." he pointed out. It made my eyebrows raise up more and my lips part. "Fine, yes, I'll dance with you whenever you ask me."

My facial expression turned into a happy and satisfied one and I quickly got up, reaching for his closet.

"We have a deal, then!" I just said, trying to find something decent to wear before deciding on a pair of jeans and a band shirt (not a One Direction one, this time). It took me about 20 minutes to put make up on and when I joined Niall in the living room, I tilted my head as he got up.

"You look so good." I pointed out, moving closing and putting both my hands on his chest, my palms pressed on his blue dress shirt. "You're so classy and here i am, wearing jeans and a shirt."

He laughed a bit, moving his chin up slightly. "You want me to get changed?"

"No, I want you to get naked."

He laughed. "That's not happening. Louis is waiting and you know damn well he can show up just to annoy us." he explained with a smirk as I chuckled. "Tube?"

"Cab?" I argued, raising my nose up.

I didn't want our pictures taken, I didn't want to meet people, or get caught by paps. All I wanted was a nice evening with my friends and mostly, with Niall. He moved his arms around my waist, intertwining his fingers on my back and nodded slowly before sighing.

"Anything you want."

I smiled at him and moved closer to kiss his lips. He tasted good and I felt his hands move up on my back before smiling against his lips. If he changed his mind and asked me to stay home, I definitely wouldn't be against it. Unfortunately, we ended up at the bar quite quickly and after a while, I just stared at my glass, lost in my thoughts, before Louis leaned closer to me.

"'Dans la lune'?" I smiled and looked up, meeting his blue eyes. His lips curled too and he raised his eyebrows. "I've been practicing. How's my accent?"

"Almost as bad as Niall's." I just said, laughing when I saw him frown as his lips parted in shock.

"Hey, wait!" I heard, turning to Niall who was frowning too, clearly insulted. "I'm very good at that!"

"Honestly, no you're not." I admitted, raising my nose up and shrugging. "I'm sorry but you both suck at it."

"Well, you know what I'm good at?" Louis asked, getting up. "Paying beer for everyone."

He left and I turned to Niall, frowning a bit when he was looking away. I followed his eyes and my heart skipped a beat when I realized he was looking at a girl, sitting afar at a table. I took the time to look at her and bit my bottom lip before sighing. I couldn't be jealous, not now, and I couldn't pretend the girl was not beautiful. Still, it did hurt me and at the same time, it was ridiculous to expect him to never find an other girl pretty in his whole life.

"What are you looking at?" I asked low, getting his attention back.

His eyes roamed on my face and he blinked a few times. "Oh, no one."

"I didn't ask 'who', I asked 'what'..." I pointed out, licking my lips. "You were looking at that girl? She's pretty."

It was a lie. She was more than that, but it was too hard to admit.

"Yea, not bad." he replied, making me roll my eyes.

"Look, I know you think she's sexy, don't lie to me."

He sighed and reached for my hand under the table, making the left corner of my lips raise up. It was hard to be mad, or feel sad, when Niall was looking at me like that and I just tilted my head, staring right back at him. It didn't matter if he found other girls pretty, all that mattered was that he loved me, and that he wouldn't go back to his old habits.

"Okay, she's hot. But you're sexier." he bent closer to kiss me and I held my breath before he moved back slowly, remembering we weren't supposed to tell anyone that we were sort of seeing each other. He looked away, but not in the direction of the girl, and I just licked my lips as I watched him grab his beer and take a sip of it.

"Have you ever thought about having a threesome?"

He choked slightly and swallowed hard before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. The sight was endearing and I chuckled.

"What?"

"I don't know, I was just saying." I proposed, shrugging a shoulder and making his eyes open slightly more.

"Would you be willing?"

I let my eyes move on his face and started questioning myself. I had no idea if I was and somehow, I felt like our relationship, whatever it was, was still very fragile at that point. Not our love, of course, that was strong, but the trust I had for him was still shaky and it scared me.

"I had a threesome before and it ruined the relationship I had with one of the girls. I think it's the main reason why me and her broke up."

He nodded and pressed his lips together. "Yea me too. Although I was pretty hammered I can definitely say it didn't help our couple, or whatever it was that we had." he paused and looked down before looking up in my eyes. "But we could make rules."

"Rules? Like what?"

He shrugged. "You tell me."

I stared at him again and I suddenly wished I never proposed that. I glanced at the girl on the other side of the room and felt something stir inside me. Yes, I was more confident about my body, but at the same time, I knew the bodies Niall was normally attracted to had nothing in common with mine.

"You.. can't kiss her. Or get your dick inside her." I pointed out, licking my lips nervously. "I don't want her to touch you, or-"

"Okay!" he laughed, shaking his head. "It'll be faster if you tell me what I'm allowed to do instead."

I groaned low and grimaced but I felt a bit better when he squeezed my hand again. I felt ridiculous for that feeling and I was wondering if it was my self-confidence that was getting low again, or simply the fact that it would hurt me to see the man I love making out naked with an other girl. I had seen Niall with other girls often in my life, and it has hurt me enough in the past, didn't it?

"We don't have to do it if you don't want to." he shrugged with a fond smile. "It's just a discussion for now. I mean, you know it's you I love, right?"

"Put yourself in my shoes, Niall." I tried to explain. "I mean we could have a threesome with a man."

"I'm not.. so sure." he replied with a frown.

"See?" I pointed out a bit louder, leaning against my chair and making him roll his eyes, amused.

"It's different, I'm not into men, but you're into women."

"But that's not what it's about." I explained a bit lower, tilting my head. "It's about us, and the feelings we have for each other. I've shared you so often before. I even lost you a few times. What if it happens again this time?" I sighed and shook my head. "I'll think about it."

"Hey, hey." he whispered, moving closer to me and leaning his elbows on his knees. "Don't stress over something so futile okay? I'd be totally fine watching you have sex with an other girl while I just sit close on a chair and jerk off f like a fuckin’ loser."

This time, I laughed and I just had time to see his lips curl into a smile before I tapped on the front of his cap, making it move down over his eyes. He placed it back and I noticed his eyes were shining. I tilted my head and my lips parted but just as I was about to say something, he kept talking.

"And yes, it would piss me off to see you get fucked by an other man." His gaze dropped to my shirt and moved up to my eyes again. "I'd probably throw him out."

I laughed again, feeling the sudden urge to kiss him. He smelled so good, he look beautiful and he was so close... All I could think about was grab his shirt with both hands and pull him close to feel his lips crash against mine. With all the strength in me, I got up and nibbled on my bottom lip for a few seconds.

"I'll be right back."

Quickly, I walked to the lady's room and leaned both hands against the counter, letting my head fall down slightly and closing my eyes. It was so tough to stay away from him all the time and it was starting to drive me insane. Of course, I didn't want our relationship out in the open but if our friends knew, it would make things a lot easier. I was so sure it was the right thing to do a few weeks ago but now, my certainty was faltering. It was harder and harder as the days went by and even if it was just to protect me at first, I knew it was useless now. I loved Niall. I always would. And being official or not wouldn't stop me from hurting if he decided to leave again.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone in my pocket, moved my shirt up and bougfht my phone up too, to snap a picture. I quickly sent it to him before unclasping my bra and moving it up, taking an other picture. I sent it too just as I was getting a message from him.

'Fuck petal show me more'

My lips curled at his words and It only took a few seconds to get a second one.

'I want to suck on your tits so bad pet'

I swallowed hard and felt my whole body throb as I typed an answer. 'Do it now, then.'

I leaned against the counter and waited but when the door opened, I felt my heart jump in my chest, hoping it was not someone else. I sighed when I saw it was him and his eyes roamed on me for a few seconds. He turned around and locked the door, making me chuckle and I held myself back on the counter with my two hands.

"I hope we don't get caught."

"I don't care." he replied, making me smile more.

He took a few steps closer and even If I should have expected it, I held my breath when he bent down quickly. His lips wrapped around one of my nipples and I felt my legs tense as a short whimper got out of my throat. I felt his tongue flick on it before he sucked on it gently and when he moved to my other one, I glanced down only to see how hard the first one was. I remained motionless, my eyes half-closed, as his mouth, lips and tongue focused on my tits and after a while, my lips parted, my eyes closed completely and I let my head fall back on my shoulders slightly.

He stopped and I felt his hands on my hips, helping me up on the counter and when he moved between my legs, I felt my heart jump in my chest. His lips found mine and his hands reached my breasts as he kissed me deeply. He had moved his cap around and I just reached it to take it off, leaving it on the wet counter and slipping my fingers in his hair.

"Why didn't you wear a skirt, lover, it would have been easier to fuck you."

The sweet nickname made me smile against his mouth. I loved how impatient he was and I could feel his hard cock press on one of my thighs. He rubbed himself gently against me and I moaned again in his mouth before pulling away and licking my lips. I pushed on his chest gently and got off the counter before taking a step back as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans quickly. He stared at me, his gaze moving from my hands to my face and back to my hands as I pushed my pants and panties down to my knees and raised my eyebrows.

"I can bend down for you."

He walked up to me, turned me around and pushed me against the wall. I held my breath as his hand moved between my thighs to reach my pussy and he groaned, grabbing my waist and pulling it closer to him before spanking me one time but hard. I pressed my palms on the wall and closed my eyes when I felt the tip of his cock press on my walls and let out a curse word when it slipped inside me. My fingers curled and my short nails scratched against the wall as he started fucking me hard and fast. His hands found my breasts again and he grabbed them hard as a balance to fuck me deeper.

I was happy both of us hadn't drank too much and when he leaned against my back, I felt his lips brushing near my shoulder as he grunted.

"No one turns me on like you." he let out, making me hold my breath again. "No one makes me cum like you."

He pulled me away from the wall and pushed down on my back, holding me there with a hand on one of my shoulders as he spanked me again a few times. I could feel myself throb around his cock as he remained still and when his other hand reached for my other shoulder. I bent down more, making sure I was far enough from the wall, knowing he was about to go harder.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum."

He started fucking me so hard I had to put my own hand over my mouth to make sure I wouldn't moan too loud and I felt myself reach an orgasm as he fucked me deep. I shook against him for a few seconds and he groaned, waiting until I relaxed a bit to pull out and jerk off quickly. It took only a few seconds before I heard him groan louder, the tip of his cock rubbing against my ass, and my eyes fluttered close when I felt him push himself back inside me, fucking me for half a minute before his thrusts faltered.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry." he apologized as I moved up. He wrapped his arms around me and I could feel his cock brush against my ass. "I came all over you. And then inside you."

The thought made me shiver and he ran his hands on my breasts before pulling on my shirt to cover them. He took a step back and I saw him tuck his dick back in his pants as I turned around. I moved my panties and pants up and then worked on my bra when we heard someone push on the door. I held my breath and my eyes got bigger but Niall just chuckled.

"Liv? It's El!"

Without hesitation, Niall unlocked the door and opened it, leaving Eleanor speechless. I had to admit it was worth it and I laughed a bit.

"Uhm when you two are... well, done, I guess? There's shots waiting for you..." she grimaced and shook her head. "Okay. Bye. Gross."

I laughed and walked up to Niall, getting on my tiptoe to kiss him. "Now she knows." I whispered.

"It's okay, I'm sure she won't tell." Niall tried to reassure me as I chuckled.

"Yea, like she'll keep that from Louis!"

We both laughed and shook our heads and I finally went back to grab his cap on the counter before we walked back to the table. It was useless to pretend we weren't together or anything. At that point, I knew we were fucked and that everyone probably knew about us.

"Finally!" Louis said when he saw us before pushing shots closer to us. He waited until everyone had one and he moved it up over his head to make a toast. "To Neil and Olivia, who literally can't keep their pants on when they're around each other!"

Everyone laughed and I kicked him under the table. It only resulted in him laughing and smirking at me but we all drank and I turned to Niall who was smiling fondly at me. Fuck it, why should I care if my friends knew?

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"I want to write a song about that." Niall said as we walked in his house.

I let my purse fall on the floor and walked slowly to the bathroom to take off my make up. "Write a song about what?"

He walked up to me and leaned against the door frame, just looking at me as I washed my face and it reminded me of that time I was too sick to do it myself and he had done it for me. It made something stir in my stomach and I sent him a fond smile in the mirror.

"A song about sex with you." he explained, pushing his hands in his pockets as I chuckled.

"Make it more general, maybe? And don't use my name!"

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Do you know me at all?"

I grabbed my phone to check the time and it's only when I saw the date that I frowned. Today was april 7th (now 8th), and I was sure I had something planned on the 6th. When I remembered, I felt my heart jump in my throat and held myself against the counter.

"Liv, hey, are you okay?"

Niall was close to me, I could feel the heath of his body against mine and his hand on my back and I swallowed hard before moving my body back up and turning to him, blinking a few times as he frowned. Could I really tell him that? Would I have the guts to say it out loud?

"Niall, I'm late."

He frowned for a second and then he understood. His lips parted and an expression appeared on his face. It looked like fear.

"It's... it's stress, right? You're on birth control?" he seemed panicked and I swallowed hard, feeling suddenly extremely guilty.

"Yea but those pills aren't a hundred percent safe." I pointed out, shaking my head before my traits softened. "No it's probably just stress, I've been working a lot and not sleeping much..."

He nodded and searched for his phone in his pocket before dialing a number quickly. I frowned and walked closer to him, wanting to ask him who he was calling but I didn't dare. He turned to me and showed me his forefinger, telling me to give him a minute and he left. I leaned against the counter again, head down between my shoulders, and felt myself tear up. I had been through so many things recently and I was exhausted. Adding a pregnancy to my life was not a good thing at the moment and I was also scared it would break something between Niall and I, and I was not ready to lose him.

He came back and wrapped his arms around me, leaning his chin on my shoulder. I looked at his reflection in the mirror and he sent me a loving smile that I sent back.

"I called the drug store. They're sending us a few tests. We'll be fixed tonight."

I felt relieved but also nervous and when the doorbell rang, we argued on who was going to answer. He won and I waited for him to come back, sitting on the couch and shaking my leg. He sat next to me and took a box out, handling it to me. I just stared at it for a few seconds until he pushed the side of his upper body gently against mine.

"Petal, it's okay. If you're pregnant, we'll adjust."

"It's gonna ruin what we have." I let out in a whisper.

In half a second, he was kneeling in front of me, searching for my eyes and when our gazes met, he raised his eyebrows.

"Nothing will ruin what we have anymore. Nothing. I won't let anything bring us apart. I want to be with you, Olivia. Okay, kids weren't planned before a few years but if you're pregnant, like I said, we'll make the best of it." he paused and sighed, noticing I was still nervous and he licked his lips. "Do you love me?"

"More than anything in the world. More than anyone I ever loved, or will ever love. You know it." I admitted, feeling my voice break slightly.

"I love you too. I'm in love with you." he stopped talking and handed me the box. "You can do this."

I was shaking when I got out of the bathroom and quickly put the stick in his hands. I was near tears, and I had been for about an hour, but I was not really sure why. His words should have made me feel better and they did, but somehow, I still felt extremely vulnerable and fragile and I was not sure why.

"Please, look at it for me, I can't do this."

I turned around, my back now facing him, and let a few tears fall before wiping them quickly. It felt like an other hour had passed and I finally turned around and sighed.

"So? Niall? Is it positive?"

#niall horan #niall horan smut #niall horan fluff #niall horan story #niall horan writing #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fan fic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan fan fiction #my fanfics #yam #sorry it took me so long to update

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riverleyk · 3 years

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SCRAPPED CHAPTER: Dimitri Watches his father's broadcast (MK3: Dimitri Project)

Dimitri watches his father’s broadcast Jack and Dimitri go to a cafe. A small ginger boy greets them Emilien: Hewwo! Welcome to Flavorsham Bistro! I’m Emilien and I’ll be your waiter :3 Jack: How old are you!? Emilien: 13! I started working here 2 weeks ago! I’m so excited- do you want chocowate!? It’s on special! She turns to dimitri in shock: What kind of labor laws do you even have in Canada!? Dimitri shrugs: Hey dont look at me, I dont know why a kid is working here either. Emilien: I dont work here, I volunteer! I do home schwool, and my mummy’s sick so I take her shifts He points to a small can with a picture of a woman on it Emilien: Will you donate, pwease? Jack: you lisp and accent are disgusting. What is she sick with? Emilien whistles out of his 2 buck teeth. He’s missing them because, ya know baby teeth fall out. Emilien: I don’t twalk like this normally! I’m missing teeths! Jack: How cute, but I dont care. Emilien (nervous): I was told to tell people that she has cancer.

Jack: How suspicious, I’ll send a formal complaint to the bureau of investigations. They sit down and get hot chocolate, because they’re just teens. Jack: I’m glad you could meet me here dimitri. Dimitri: Yes… just us eating croissants at our favorite British cafe that serves French cuisine. And its not a date. Jack nods: Not a date. Anywho… You’re interested in why my father and I moved to canada? Dimitri: yes Jack: Yes… it’s a top secret case, but… it’s so cool! Antonio Dreyas escaped from prison lately, and canada reached out to MY FATHER, the world’s greatest detective to go find him! Dimitri goes pale: Tony drey? Jack: Yea! Antonio Dreyas. Dimitri: Nobody calls him that, and your dad is going after my dad!? I didnt even know he escaped Jack: No… the probability that- *gasp* That’s why I recognized you when we first met! You cant be serious… you look so much- Dimitri: I know I look like my dad… I hate my face. Jack: Well… thats great! She gets out a note pad and pen: Tell me everything you know about him! This cafe isnt exactly a prison cell but I can interrogate you here! Dimitri glares Jack: What? I’m just curious Dimitri: Jacquelyn, this is impolite on so many levels. Jack: ok, well I supposed I can tell you the information I have first. Tony broke out in the middle of July, and Canadian officials have been on high alert ever since. The public wasn’t informed because it would cause panic, but my dad is close to finding me. We located a safe in northern Montreal, and right now my dad and the rcmp are negotiating with those thugs to let us have access inside. It contains a lot of cash, and potentially, Tony. Dimitri looks away: Then why did you want to interrogate me? I havent seen my dad since I was a kid. 6 Jack: its interesting that you still refer to him as your father. Havent you disowned him? He’s done so many terrible things… Dimitri: Because I still have memories of him as my dad. He was kind, and caring. He was there for me when I was a kid. it’s… he was a family man and a criminal, why dont nobody understand that? Jack: because its a confirmed fact that he was a womanizer and potentially god a dozen or so women pregnant. Havent you seen the trial where all those women testify against him? Dimitri whimpers: I have… a memory of it, but I watched it when I was young Jack gasps: wait thats right… you’re 16! You must have only been- Dimitri: 7. I was 7 when he was arrested. Jack: how did it happen? Dimitri: I was in third grade. Coming home from school. There were police officers all around my house and my dad was in cuffs. I was really small so I ran thru the crowd and hugged onto my dad’s leg. Nobody pulled me away ///////////// Flash back /////////////// Young dimitri: Daddy! Whats going on? Tony: Its alright, Walt. Dont cry. He kneels down by his boy and pets his hair Tony: I have to go. I’ll be gone for a very long time, but even tho I wont be with you, daddy loves you, Walter. I really do. Dimitri just cries and goes under the cuffs to hug him: Where are you going? Tony: Prison. I made a lot of mistakes. But promise me dimitri, you wont watch the new with mommy anymore. Dimitri: uh… what did you do??? Tony kisses his forehead before being forcefully put into the care Kiel picks up the boy and holds him. /////////// Back to reality //////////////// Dimitri: I did watch the news. My mom encouraged me too. It was confusing. There were so many words I had to look up in the dictionary. I remember him arguing with a woman about a baby that she killed… and him being guilty… It took me years to understand, but those who knew my dad, they started to hate me. My own mother stopped talking to me, I grew up into his face and people on the street give me bad looks. I was 13 and some woman called the cops on me. She thought I was him. Jack and him stay quiet for a bit Jack: I have that broad cast recorded at home. I- Dimitri: Can I watch it again? Jack: Why? Dimitri: I want to understand what it means. Im old

enough now, I can handle it. Jack sighs but accepts Later that night they do to her house and sit on the couch They watch the broad cast Im getting really tired of typing but essentially They accuse Tony of rape, murder, theif and drug selling Annabelle testifies that he was at raves trying to sell drugs and would cause violent riots Kiel testifies that she didnt know he was a monster. She cries and apologizes saying she would have called the police sooner if she knew and that her heart is broken due to the number of women he raped Nick’s mom testifies that he raped her Then theres Stellas mom. She was his second in command in the mafia. They grill her about her cries but she’s silent on trial, until they mention a baby. Tony eggs her to know where the baby is, but she’s quiet until she cracks… “I disposed of it.” Tony for the first time on trial breaks and shows fear. He screams what he wanted that child, that he wanted to be a father and run away with her Dimitri breaks while watching that. Knowing his father wanted to run away to start a new family, as well as finally understanding the severity of the crimes he committed. He cries I’M REALLY TIRED OF WRITING THIS Basically Jack sucks at comforting dimitri, and he explodes at her Calling her out for trying to be better than him even tho he has no dad, is failing school, has no friends and his life sucks. Her trying to be better than him, a guy with a pathetic life makes her worse than him by default cause its pathetic . He tells her he refuses to tutor her in French and leaves.

#discord #mafia kids #mafiakids #comic #riverleyk #dimitriatkins #original character #scrap #deleted fic #deleted scene #emilienflaversham

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wanda-peitro-lorna-maximoff · 3 years

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Chapter 5

Inspiration just kinda hit me on this one... it's more of a dive into building Arthur and Gwen's relationship and how everyone is impacted by that... so that we can see how things will change later when Gwen's gone, so... sorry about that. But in either the next chapter or the chapter after that will be A LOT more of the Morgana/Mab stuff :)

Morgana was almost 19 now. She was ready to put her 18th birthday behind her. Her 18th year behind her....

It was a sunday morning when they officially made her brother, Arthur, king. And it was only a week later that her and Mab broke up. Mab had gotten increasingly cruel as she grew. Morgana understood why she would be... she knew that humans werent always... good to her kind. But the way she set up deals and repayments for the smallest grievances... Morgana thought it was inhumane... of course Mab argued that it was nothing compared to the generations of slaughter and prejudice against her own people. Who will miss a few children? Or a stray man or woman? But it turned Morganas stomach to see her talk in such a way... to be so... okay with these things. It finally came to ahead when Morgana helped a young girl... not much older than herself, and a man escape from Mabs ownership. All it took was some well placed advice... knowledge anyone could read up on, really... that Faries... especially Mab... couldnt see green cloaks. And when Bonny and tam lin got their happily ever after... it was only a matter time that Morgana was found out. It also probably helped that Morgana berated her infront of the court.

Morganas mood was noticed by everyone. She was more closed off... less happy than she had been at the height of her relationship with Mab. Gwen of course had been on Morganas side the whole time but... between helping Arthur and... the proposal happening only a few months before his crowning as king... she had a lot on her plate...

Morgana couldnt help the slight bite of jealousy that creeped into her heart when she saw how happy Arthur and Gwen were...

But it all came to ahead when Arthur found out. Not just that Morgana was seeing someone, but that it was well known that his sister liked to fool around-- with other women too-- and that her latest scandal involved none other than a 'fairy'. Arthur and Morgana had a shouting match over the whole thing.

Of course Arthur honestly didnt care what sex she preffered as long as it was someone worthy of loving. Someone good, who would love Morgana not for her status or 'mystery' or... feminine wiles... but for the wonderful sister he truly thought she was. And needless to say, Mab did not-- in Arthur's eyes-- meet these requirements AT ALL.

He tried to get these feelings across to her but every time he tried he just sounded like some raging racist.... he sounded like his father. And after every fight Arthur was drained. He felt hollow in his heart. 'A king never backs down.' 'A king is always right. He does what's best for those he loves. Even if they cant see that.' 'A king never backs down. He stands firm.' The words scratched at the front of Arthur's mind and heart. Deep in his soul all he wanted to do was run to his sister and tell her how sorry he was... not just for this instance but for every one since. He always said sorry. Of course he did. But he never felt satisfied with the plain apology. To say sorry at all was implying he made a mistake. Kings cant make mistakes. He still had something to prove... didnt he? But to who? Not his father. Not his council. No... his people. And no one understood that better than Gwen. Bit by bit as they worked together, whenever gwen came to visit him in the library, whenever they would read or just sit in each others company... bit by bit Gwen would tear down every wall that his father built around Arthur's heart. And when she was around... Arthur... the real Arthur shown like the morning sun on a clear winter day. Whenever they would visit the knights together, seeing the young squires, Arthur would always tell them stories of his own, and praise them for their work. They loved his stories and his deep laugh. Whenever they would walk around the castle, the woman tending to the laundry would always smile a little more because of Arthur. He always greeted them with kindness. Even the wizard Merlin and his world weary eyes would smile fondly whenever Arthur and Gwen visited his tower...

Gwen loved Arthur deeply. He reminded her of a warm blanket. Comforting... like it could protect you from all harm... but soft and warm and familiar. She almost cried when Arthur clumsily proposed in the garden to her... even if it happened only a short while ago, she remembers it fondly. And regularly teases her fiance for his adorable clumsy self of course. The great king Arthur, clumsy.

They hadn't even planned a wedding yet and it already felt like theyd been married forever... especially due to the fact that many people kept asking for kids or a real wedding date. When the topic came up at the first real 'family' dinner Morgana, Arthur, Gwen and Merlin had had in a while Arthur nearly choked on his wine. Morgana and Merlin could barely contain their laughter while Gwen grinned widely at her fiance. Kids... Gwen didng necessarily want a big family, but to have the complete set; a mom, a dad and a child would be very nice... her own family dynamic was never very close... so to make one of her own, a traditional one, would be a very nice aspect.

Arthur on the other hand was mildly terrified. His first thoughts were wanting to NOT be his father... his second thoughts were how cute a baby girl would be... and the last were the unfortunate thoughts of an heir...

Girls were so much easier. She wouldnt have to worry about being king or training to be one, so no worries there. And he could brag about how beautiful his daughter was, and be a great protective dad and Morgana would be the best aunt... Yeah. He wanted girls. If he had to get kids... girls would be the easiest. To bond with a boy... his own boy... would be a recipe for disaster. It would be like looking in a mirror... like raising himself. The last thing he wanted... was a carbon copy of him. He'd be lucky if the daughter was a copy of Gwen, but of HIM? Heaven help him.

The dinner went on with more of these thoughts... a growing family, the future... Morgana was of course happy for them... but her heart ached every time Gwen got that look in her eye whenever Arthur mentioned kids. She wanted to be the cause of that... to be the reason Gwen was so happy...

But... they were BOTH happy... Arthur... and Gwen. She had found someone, and it just happened not to work out... Gwen and Arthur were together and Morgana would be happy for them... and she'll be damned if she wont be the best aunt ever to that future baby.

#mab/morgana #mab x morgana #tales of arcadia #toa #trollhunters #toawizards #wizards #magical #merlin #morgana #arthur pendragon #gwen #guinevere #king arthur

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 3 years

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Discord pt 91

[Date: 17/03, 07:20 PM GMT - 17/03, 07:41 PM GMT]

[CW for self-harm, gore]

Little-K1ng: “hello everyone i just woke up”

Maxwell: “eyyyyyyy

so....

things have gotten worse”

Little-K1ng: “oh?

at least my migraine subsided a little (for now)”

fetch: “...hey.”

Little-K1ng: “so i can handle Problems and possible Consider Solutions

...hey”

Maxwell: “we had about uh two arguments”

Little-K1ng: “oh ffs

between who”

Maxwell: “uh fetch and jack then a small problem with prince”

fetch: “and since everyone's yanking my collar here i figure I should tell you.”

Jack the Observer: “Fetch and I”

Maxwell: “or rather asher”

fetch: “i... have a circlet growing too.”

Little-K1ng: “ah..... of course you do

somehow that doesnt upset me as much as knowing you felt the need to lie to me about it”

Jack the Observer: “...”

Maxwell: “and then uh prince saw fetch and jack were arguing over whether or not to tell us when prince appeared....”

jayyyyyyyy: “hey mona, check behind your ears? considering youre the fourth”

Little-K1ng: “am i?

did one of them say that?”

jayyyyyyyy: “well, crown did say all the four were together when you were with fetch, marcus and max

it was heavily implied..?”

Maxwell: “we tried to tell faem not to look in here but fae did and prince read back a lot of stuff”

fetch: “there's nothing official. if you aren't growing one then we don't have to worry.”

Maxwell: “and found out me and fetch were knight and page—”

Little-K1ng: “i cant feel anything, but as long as fetch has figured out the difference between knotting hair and gold, i will take a second opinion”

Maxwell: “i then told prince faer name before fae became prince and uh didnt go well

fae panicked and were confused and then more arguing started”

Little-K1ng: “what did you think was going to happen when you did that?

i mean that in a very kind way, of course.”

Maxwell: “i dont kow the others brought it up but i didnt think it would cause such a bad reaction to faem”

Jack the Observer: “And you’ve been getting migraines, Mona.

Better be safe than sorry.”

Maxwell: “fae....fae ended up scartching their arms really bad”

[Jack the Observer: “And you’ve been getting migraines, Mona.]

Little-K1ng: “thats my secret, jack. i always get migraines”

Jack the Observer: “But.

Little-K1ng: “its alright, max. you didnt know”

Jack the Observer: “Make sure.”

Maxwell: “oh and uh...theres more buds

and theyve started blooming....”

Little-K1ng: “oh? let me see

hm, yeah... thats some buds, bud”

Jack the Observer: “Remember someone to check Marcus as well.”

Maxwell: “heh

he feel asleep earlier but said we could check

hes got nothing as far as we saw”

Little-K1ng: “ill check him later”

jayyyyyyyy: “thats kinda making me wonder. why are flowers only blooming on max and fetch, but not marcus?

marcus is arguably a more important asset to crown. hes been there since the beginning”

fetch: “they aren't flowers on mine. they're just seeds.”

jayyyyyyyy: “you know what i mean”

Maxwell: “honeslty im fine with them not appearing on marcus it hurt so fucking much man”

Jack the Observer: “Marcus seems... historically immune to Crown’s abilities though.”

Maxwell: “my head felt horrid this morning”

Little-K1ng: “here, i have some ointment stuff thats like a local anesthetic, itll dull the pain”

Maxwell: “thank you”

Little-K1ng: “then we can see about the headache”

jayyyyyyyy: “yeah i was just about to say

painkillers are a good idea too

this may seem kinda gorey, but, uh..

(tw)

you think maybe the circlets you had on, uh.. planted something? in your heads?”

Marcus: “...”

Little-K1ng: “oh hi marcus”

Marcus: “Good...morning?

What time is it?”

Little-K1ng: “i havent even looked, im just up as well”

Marcus: “Oh”

Little-K1ng: “mid afternoon, almost definitely”

Marcus: “oh”

jayyyyyyyy: “hi marcus”

Marcus: “Wait when did I.. how long was I asleep?”

Maxwell: “yeah im surprised you didnt wake up from our arguing”

Marcus: “Hi jeight”

fetch: “you've been out for a while. was starting to get worried.”

jayyyyyyyy: “really pulling a gnf huh”

Little-K1ng: “marcus and fetch, you both have been sleeping almost more than i do”

Marcus: “I would back read but....judging from the recent stuff I see, I’d rather not”

Little-K1ng: “yeah...

would you two like to update him a little?”

Marcus: “We’re checking laurels?”

jayyyyyyyy: “want a summary?”

Maxwell: “ive been tired but trying to keep from sleeping, ive been falling asleep at school though...”

Little-K1ng: “im just putting some stuff behind max's ears to help the pain

if you start getting pain there too, let me know and ill do the same”

fetch: “max's laurel is growing, prince remembered faer real name and disappeared.”

jayyyyyyyy: “falling asleep at home is better than during class, max :(”

[fetch: “max's laurel is growing, prince remembered faer real name and disappeared.”]

Marcus: “fuck”

Maxwell: “fetch has seeds on his head now too”

fetch: “...yeah. that too.”

Marcus: “Guys...come on

There’s a reason..

guys”

jayyyyyyyy: “you good?”

fetch: “its whatever. max is the one who's hurting, we should help him first.”

Marcus: “Before you two, people went to crown willingly”

[fetch: “its whatever. max is the one who's hurting, we should help him first.”]

Little-K1ng: “dont lie to me. if you're in pain, you had better tell me. we talked about this...”

Maxwell: “yeah prince found out me and fetch were page and knight and it did not end well

fae thought we left because of faem”

[Little-K1ng: “dont lie to me. if you're in pain, you had better tell me. we talked about this...”]

fetch: “I'm fine.”

Marcus: “Fetch.

Come on”

fetch: “im telling you guys im fine I promise.”

jayyyyyyyy: “being all humble n shit isnt gonna help anyone, fetch”

Marcus: “Don’t start arguing Fetch

seriously

Who does that help in the end

Who”

fetch: “for fucks sake why does nobody ever let me do things myself. everyone always has to get involved in my own problems.”

jayyyyyyyy: “this isnt just your problem”

Marcus: “Fetch, your problems are very quickly becoming everyones problems”

[fetch: “for fucks sake why does nobody ever let me do things myself. everyone always has to get involved in my own problems.”]

Little-K1ng: “because i care, fetch. ive had to go through the grief of losing you too many times. the least i could do is dull some of the pain”

Marcus

We’re not trying to get everyone involved

We’re telling you that if you’re in pain, we can help

fetch: “im not in pain jesus fucking christ.”

Maxwell: “....”

fetch: “it doesn't hurt.”

Marcus: “Fetch.”

fetch: “max's does.”

Little-K1ng: “it wont in a while, ive done what i can to treat it”

Marcus: “it doesn’t matter if Max’s hurts, you can both be hurting at the same time”

Little-K1ng: “its your turn. sit down and let me help”

jayyyyyyyy: “fetch, tell the truth. does it hurt?”

Marcus: “Tell the fucking truth”

fetch: “no it doesn't hurt how many times do i have to tell you.”

Marcus: “Don’t hide shit away in a document and then delete it when you get called out”

Maxwell: “IT DOES”

fetch: “i can barely fucking feel it.”

Maxwell: “I KNOW IT DOES

SYD SCREAMED IN PAIN WHEN IT HAPPENED AND IM IN PAIN

It hurts and you know it”

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:marcus #by:fetch #if the crown fits

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theenchantedgalleryofstories · 5 years

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Title: Boston Meets Country Pairing: Chris Evan x OFC (Evangeline Blackwood) Summary: Scott is a little shit of a brother. Warning: Fluff Beta: @themusicplayedherlife and @shellbilee Thank you ladies for betaing my stories and making them 10x times better. Notes: So I didnt think I was going to get more than drabbles or mood boards out of this but here we are.

Scott pulls up to Chris’ house and turns off the ignition, glancing out of the window before getting out of the car. He heads up the steps and pulls the key Chris gave him from his pocket, opens the door and lets himself inside. The house is quiet when he enters; Master and pet are nowhere to be found. As if on cue Scott hears the sound of Dodgers nails against the floor. He sees Chris walk around the corner clutching a bowl of cereal, still dressed in his sweats and a t-shirt.

“You’re not dressed yet?” Scott practically yells, startling Chris in the hallway.

“Jesus Christ, Scott!” Chris responds in a fright, clutching his hand to his chest and trying to balance the almost dropped bowl of cereal in his hands. "Where did you come from?"

“Mom,” Scott says sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at his brother. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

“Because I am not going,” Chris replies flatly, annoyed at his brother's intrusion. “I thought we already had this discussion.”

Chris shakes his head and turns to make his way into the living room. Scott steps in front of him, blocking Chris' path.

“Actually, you never gave me an official answer. And since you never gave me an official answer, I've decided to answer for you: you're going.” Chris glares at his younger brother, frowning as he watches Scott point to the stairs. "Get your ass upstairs, shower and get dressed, so we can go.”

With a grumble and a few choice words, Chris heads upstairs to get cleaned up. 20 minutes later he is back downstairs and looking better. “How do I look?”

“Much better. Thank you. Can we go now?” Scott asks curtly.

“Yes,” Chris says through a sigh. “Wait! No. Let me take Dodger out first.”

“Already done. Do you have any other excuses or can we leave now?” Scott inquires sarcastically, tilting his head and smiling sweetly at Chris.

Chris looks back at his brother flatly, “I guess not. You took them all. Lead the way, oh annoying one.” Scott rolls his eyes and Chris gives him a brotherly shove towards the door, grabbing his phone, wallet and keys from the side table before shutting the front door behind him.

Chris runs his fingers through his hair and looks over at Scott as they drive towards the arena. “Remind me again why I'm going to a country concert?”

“Because you've been holed up in your house for far too long,” Scott argues, glancing over at his brother in the passenger seat. “It's time to get out. Do something. Meet a hot country singer. Take her on date.”

“I have not been held up in my house!” Chris answers defensively, frowning and crossing his arms. “I've been trying to enjoy time away from the public eye. You brought me out here to set me up on a date.”

“You’ve been hermitting.” Scott retorts quickly, looking over at Chris and then back at the road. “Come on. It’ll be fun. You’ll get to hear some music and drink some beer. And you never know, maybe you won’t hit it off and then you won’t have to take her out.”

“I hope you’re right," Chris replies with a sigh, still unable to believe he'd let Scott talk him into this. "How did you get tickets to the show anyway? I heard it was sold out.”

“I may have bribed someone,” Scott answers nonchalantly. Chris looks at him skeptically. “Ok, I might know the drummer. And I might have mentioned that I have a lonely brother who could use a date with a girl who is semi-normal. And he agreed that his little country singer could use a night out as well.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “And how are country singers semi-normal?”

“How often do you see a country singer in the tabloids? I mean think about it really," Scott explains, gesturing with his hands. "They record. They go on tour and show up at award shows. Then, they go home. They have a knack for staying out of the public eye for the most part. Doesn’t that sound nice for once?”

Chris shrugged his shoulders and turned to look out the window, unable to deny the truth in his brother's words. For once, it would be nice to date someone who isn’t constantly in the public eye as much as he is. But how long would that last?

“Just meet her. If you don’t hit if off, then fine. But at least you tried," Scott reasons, glancing in the rearview mirror before he merged into the next lane. "And maybe you even get a friend out of the deal. What's the worst that could happen, really?"

Eventually Scott and Chris arrive at TD Garden. Chris' eyes widen when he sees the lines of people wrapped around the arena. “Please tell me we don’t have to wait in all of that?” Chris asks nervously, turning in his seat to look at Scott.

“Of course not,” Scott scoffs with a loud laugh. “What do I look like? A crazy person? Do you think I've learned nothing from all these years of having a celebrity brother?” Chris feels himself relax as Scott pulls the car to the back of the complex, rolls his window down to speak to a security guard. They're let through in a matter of seconds..

After pulling into a spot, Scott and Chris head for the VIP door, where a guard gives them passes and lets them know an assistant will be with them shortly to escort them to their seats. They are taken to their seats moments later, the assistant smiling and asking if they'd like any drinks to be brought out to them, adding that they can call at any time should they require anything throughout the show. They order two beers and the assistant says she'll have them brought out in a moment. Chris and Scott lean back in their seats as the stadium begins to fill up.

Chris watches as crowds of fans pour into their seats from all sides, unable to remember a time where he'd seen the TD Garden so packed.

Eventually, the lights come down and the crowd begins to cheer, roaring and clapping as they wait eagerly for the show to begin. A guitar riff plays and the crowd grows even louder. A lone figure steps out onto the empty stage underneath the lights.

“Hello, Boston. How y’all doin’ tonight?” Rebel Queen asks into the microphone, her voice echoing throughout the stadium as the crowd cheers in front of her. Her delighted laugh fills the crowded space. “That’s good to hear! Are you ready to get this party started?” she asks with a mischievous grin, winking at her audience before launching into her first song of the show.

Chris is completely memorized. Rebel Queen is not at all what he pictured for a country singer. Dark hair, tank top, short shorts, tattoos and a voice that would make you sign a deal with the Devil just so you could keep listening to her voice forever. Her energy is incredible, owning the entire stage as she dances and sings her way from one end to the other. She keeps the crowd on their feet with her rowdy country rock hits and stage diving into the audience. The roaring sound of her fans only seem to get louder as her show goes on.

How someone so small could possess so much energy is beyond Chris. His eyes are glued to Rebel Queen as she belts out her lyrics and sings her heart out to the crowd. Even when she slows for her soulful ballads she keeps the audience engaged, pulling fans up onto stage to sing along with her.

As the concert begins to wind down, one of the security guards stops by the VIP box to let Scott know he is ready to escort them backstage. Still completely enthralled by Rebel Queen's performance, Chris jumps when Scott touches his shoulder to let him know it's time to head backstage. Chris stands up from his seat and follows Scott and the guard out of the box, walking behind the stage to find an utter mess of chaos. People are running back and forth in every single direction, shouting and barking orders as Chris and Scott snake their way through the hustle and bustle. When they finally reach the VIP room, the guard tells them that the band and Rebel Queen should be off in about 15 minutes, inviting them to help themselves to refreshments.

“So, what did you think,” Scott asks, looking over at his brother as he flops down onto one of the couches.

“That was country? That's not at all what I thought country would sound like or look like,” Chris replied with a shrug, making himself comfortable on the couch beside Scott. “I couldn’t decide if she was the devil or an angel.”

Scott chuckles and flashes his brother a wicked grin. “Well, there’s a reason why they call her the Rebel Queen of Country. She's a bit more on the edge between rock and country. Says she likes it that way. Keeps everyone on their toes.”

They hear the sounds of the show coming to a close and the band heading backstage to pack up for the night. The door to the VIP room opens and Scott gets up from the couch with a grin.

“Scott!” Rebel Queen squeals, running forward and jumping into his arms with an enormous smile on her face. Scott laughs and spins her around, eyeing his old friend. “I didn’t know you were going to be here. Why didn’t Tommy tell me?”

“We wanted it to be a surprise, country girl,” Scott answers with a cheeky grin, putting her down and beaming at her. “Awesome show tonight too, you were incredible!”

“Thank you! I see you brought a guest with you. Are you going to introduce us?” Rebel Qqueen asks, looking over Scott's shoulder to where Chris is standing up from the couch.

Chris is in a daze, eyes glued to Rebel Queen. She iswas even more beautiful in person, his mind momentarily blanking as he takes in her gorgeous smile and bright violet eyes. Scott clears his throat and Chris shakes himself free from his thoughts, stepping forward to stand next to his brother.

“Chris, I would like for you to meet Evangeline Blackwood, the Rebel Queen of Country. Evie, this is my brother Chris,” Scott introduces them proudly, watching Chris with a smile.

“Hi,” Chris says, his voice squeaking as he offers his hand. He clears his throat and smiles as he takes her hand in his. “Hi, it's nice to meet you Evangeline.”

“My friends call me Evie,” Rebel Queen replies with a soft smile, shaking his hand and looking back at him shyly.

“I think I like Evangeline better,” Chris says, still holding her hand, grinning when she lets out a demure chuckle in response.

Scott watches the two of them together and high fives Tommy in the background, unable to help the grin plastered to his face.

“So, Evie,” Scott interrupts, clapping his hands and causing Chris and Evie to break apart. “How long are you going to be in Boston?”

She turns back to Scott and shrugs. “I'm not sure. Tonight was the last night of the tour. So I’d have to check and make sure nothing is scheduled. Why? Are you up to something?”

“What? No!! Not at all. Why would I be up to something?,” Scott defends quickly. Chris raises his eyebrow at his brother. Scott is up to something, and Chris knows what it is in an instant. “I just thought if there was nothing scheduled you might want to stick around. See the sights from a true Bostonian.”

Evie tilts her head and smiles at Scott. “A true Bostonian, huh? And who might be this true Bostonian be? You?”

“Sadly, no. I have to head back to LA. Chris, on the other hand, is planning to stick around for awhile. I just know he'd love to show you around Boston. Right, Chris?” Scott says looking over at Chris, a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

If looks could kill, Scott would be dead right now. “Um, sure. I mean, if you want to stick around that is. I would love to show you around Boston,” Chris replies rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Maybe we could start with breakfast tomorrow morning if you aren’t too tired.”

“Mmm, that might be possible but let's make it brunch instead. I tend to sleep like the dead after a tour ends," Evie says with a chuckle. “Can I see your cell phone?” Chris hands Evie his cell so she can put in her number in, sending herself a text and handing the phone back to Chris. “I'll text you in the morning when I wake up.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chris replies with a grin, trying to ignore the excited feeling in his stomach.

Scott and Tommy are celebrating behind them when Evie turns around, the two quickly freeze and act they hadn't just been jumping around like idiots. Innocent, they are not.

“We should probably start packing up. I'm sure there are others wanting to go home after a long tour and we are keeping them waiting,” Evie says with a small yawn, turning to look at Scott.. “Scott it was so great seeing you again! I wish you were going to be around longer.” She grins and she pulls him in for a hug, the two embracing for a quick moment.

“I wouldn’t worry. I'm sure we will be seeing a lot more of each other,” Scott replies when he unwraps himself from Evie, smiling down at her and turning to face his brother. Chris and Scott give her a kiss on the cheek and congratulate her on her performance once again, bidding her goodnight before heading out the door.

As they head back to the car, Scott jumps up and down excitedly. “Oh, man, you should have seen your face! I’m not sure when the last time you looked at woman like that was.”

“Oh, shut up, Scott," Chris says defensively, shaking his head at his brother. She’s beautiful, talented, and seems really sweet. "Who wouldn’t have been in awe of her?”

“Uh- huh. Sure,” Scott teases, raising an eyebrow and grinning as they both climb into the car.

Chris's phone suddenly buzzes; he reaches into his pocket to retrieve it and his eyes widen when he sees the name of the message sender on the screen. Evangeline.

I can’t wait for brunch tomorrow. See you soon.

Chris' face lights up, his stomach flip flopping at the thought of seeing Evie in the morning. He buckles his seatbelt as Scott switches on the ignition and pulls out of the parking lot, unable to help his smile as he thinks about what tomorrow will bring.

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breanime · 5 years

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In Sickness

Requests: can you write Billy being sick and the reader (trying) to take care of him because obviously he is a real ass when he’s sick and he doesn’t want her to see her like (because he feels like shit) but in the end he’s all sleepy and he strangely becomes cuddly and sweet from @delicatelilyflower and Billy Russo showing vulnerability in the form of embarrassment from @suchatinyinfinity

Thanks guys, I hope you enjoy!

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It had been over 48 hours since you’d heard from Billy, and you were starting to get worried. The last time he’d disappeared for so long had been after a stint overseas with Anvil, and when you finally tracked him down you found that he head been shot…twice. So, you had a reason to be worried.

“Ah, Y/N,” Frank sighed on the other end of the phone, “you know how Bill is. When he’s down, he likes to be alone. He doesn’t want to trouble you.”

“So he is hurt?” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “What happened? And don’t lie to me, Frankie, I don’t have the patience.”

You heard Frank chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I would never. Maybe just drop by his place and see for yourself.”

Typical Frank—but his advice was decent, so you headed over to Billy’s penthouse. You had been friends with Frank and Billy since their Marine days. There was something lingering between you and Billy, some kind of unspoken thing that you both were well aware of. You wouldn’t go so far as to say the two of you were an item, but you did sleep together, and Billy did take you out on dates, but… You weren’t dating. Still, he was your emergency contact on all of your official paperwork, and you had a key to his place—which you used now.

“Billy?” You called out, closing the door behind you. His coat was laying on the couch haphazardly, as if he had thrown it off in a hurry—something he rarely ever did. There was a blanket on the floor, and a half-empty water bottle on the table. “Billy? It’s me,” you peeked into the kitchen and sighed. It was in a state of disarray that only meant Billy wasn’t his usual self. A cabinet was open, revealing a lack of groceries, and there was an uneaten bowl of chicken noodle soup on the kitchen table. You checked for any signs of blood or bandages as you made your way to Billy’s room and found none. Your mind brought of images of broken bones, cuts and bruises as you turned the corner. What you saw was….

…Billy curled up in bed like a koala surrounded by boxes of tissue, water bottles, and take-out boxes. He sat up when he saw you, and you couldn’t help the little “oh” that came out of your mouth at the sight of him. His dark hair was mushed and standing up at all angles, and his eyes were low and watery. He was wearing a zip-up hoodie with no shirt underneath, and as you got closer, you could see that his cheeks were flushed, and he was shivering.

“Y/N?” His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling,” you noticed his phone on the dresser, “You’re sick.”

Billy scoffed as he struggled to sit up. “”M fine,” his New York accent was thicker than usual, and you could tell his nose was stuffed up, “Didn’t hear my phone go off.”

“That’s cause it’s all the way over here,” you picked his phone up and waved it at him before putting it back, “How long have you been sick?”

“”M not,” he huffed, pulling his hoodie over his chest, “’M just…” He coughed into his forearm, “”M just a little off. It’s fine.” His eyes narrowed as he watched you strip your jacket off. “What’re you doing?”

“That depends, where do you want me to start?” You asked, laying your jacket on the back of a chair. “Cleaning up or getting you some medicine? Have you been to the doctor yet?”

“I don’t need a doctor, I can take care of myself.” You could tell he was breathing out of his mouth, not his nose. “I don’t need you here.”

“Clearly,” you deadpanned, “What with the stuffy nose, shakes, and assumed fever, you’re a picture of independence.” You thought back on what his living room looked like. “You catch something at work?”

“Couple of the guys came down with a fever after a mission,” he answered, “I gave ‘em time off, but they wouldn’t take it.” He sniffled again. “It’s possible I might have caught something from them.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead went over to Billy to feel his forehead. He flinched when you put your hand out. “Don’t be a baby,” you clicked your tongue when you felt the heat of his skin, “Where do you keep your thermometer?”

“Don’t have one.” Billy pushed your hand away and fell back against the pillow. “Been feelin’ like this for two days,” he coughed again, “it’s almost done. Gimme another day an’ I’ll be fine.”

“Not gonna happen, soldier,” you were already moving around his room, straightening up, “If you won’t go to a doctor, I’ll take care of you myself. When was the last time you had something to eat?”

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

Now you did roll your eyes. Billy would have to try harder if he wanted to scare you away. “Fuck you, Russo. Now answer the question.”

He huffed, but answered you nonetheless. “Tried to eat last night,” he sniffled, “I have soup in the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” you piled another blanket on Billy’s bed, “You have that terrible canned stuff. I’ll make you some soup.” You dug in your purse and pulled out a couple of Tylenol PMs. “Here,” you watched him dry swallow the medicine and went back to tidying up.

“’M fine,” Billy was slinking back into his bed now, “the canned stuff is good,” he pulled the extra blanket up to his chin, “You can just go home, Y/N.”

“Mm hmm,” you went to the windows and started pulling the blinds down.

“I don’t need anyone takin’ care of me,” Billy was turning to lay on his side, and his words were muffled by the pillow, “’specially not you.”

“Right,” you turned the ceiling fan on low and let its soft hum lull Billy to sleep. It didn’t take long, he mumbled something that sounded like “leave me alone” before he dissolved into soft snores and the occasional cough.

You made your way into the kitchen and took a look around. It was sparse, but there were just enough ingredients for you to whip up a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. You contemplated running to the store for more supplies, but you weren’t comfortable leaving Billy to his own devices—unconscious or not. So, you put in an order for a grocery delivery and went back to cleaning. Frank texted asking for an update and you replied: He’s being a little bitch, so I’m making him soup. Frank sent you back a laughing emoji, and you chuckled as you put your phone in your back pocket. You checked the soup and sat down at the table. You weren’t sure what kind of mood Billy would be in when he woke up, but you wouldn’t let him scare you off.

Billy didn’t wake up for another three hours. You ended up dozing on the couch and woke up to a warm hand gently brushing your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Billy, wrapped in the blanket you’d put on him, staring down at you.

His eyes still looked a little blurry and his nose was red, but he wasn’t shaking anymore. “You’re still here.” He said, his voice soft in the open room.

“Well yeah,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “I made you soup and got some groceries—what are you doing in here?” You didn’t wait for him to respond before you hustled him off the couch and back into bed. His forehead was still warm when you touched it. “I’m gonna heat the soup up and grab you some tea, I want you to eat as much as you can, and oh,” you grabbed a bottle from where you’d placed it on his dresser earlier and poured some thick, red liquid into a cup, “drink this.”

“What is this?” He asked, picking up the container and squinting at the label.

“Medicine,” you pulled out a food tray (a gift you got him a few months ago that was mostly for you) and placed it on his lap, “I want to see that cup empty by the time I get back.”

Billy—for once—didn’t say anything back, so you went and prepared his soup. You added honey to the tea and brought him an extra bottle of water as well. The cup was empty when you got back, and Billy was fussing with the bedsheets.

“Now before you start,” you placed the soup and tea on his tray, “this was my grandmother’s recipe so it’s really good, and the tea is that good shit, not that brown water crap Frank is always trying to feed us.”

Billy made a choking sound that you took for laughter. He cleared his throat and moved some pillow out of the way. “Wanna sit?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but you didn’t question the invitation. You slipped under the covers next to Billy, feeling just a tad bit giddy.

He lifted the spoon to his lips and paused. He turned to you. “Want a taste?”

You giggled and leaned forward, sipping the warm broth. You grinned as you sat back. “Trying to test for poison?” You joked.

Billy sighed, putting his spoon down. “I deserve that. Look, Y/N, ‘m sorry I was bein’ a dick, I…” He looked away from you. “”M not used to people takin’ care of me.”

“Aw,” you ran your fingers through Billy’s messy hair, “you don’t have to apologize, I get it. And I’m happy to help, Billy.” You watched him try the soup. His eyes closed and your grin widened. “Good?”

“Mm,” he nodded, “Shit. This is really good, Y/N.” You felt a spark of glee go through you at the compliment and leaned in closer to Billy. The two of you sat in bed together, as Billy slowly ate his food and drank his tea, watching horrible reality TV and arguing over which one of you Curtis liked best. Billy ate most of the soup and drank all of his tea, and he tried to help you clean up afterward—but you wouldn’t let him. You put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back to see Billy lying down with the covers wrapped around him. He looked adorable.

You climbed into bed with him and caressed his forehead. “Do you need anything?” You asked, voice low.

He looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering against his sleepy, dark eyes. “Can…” He sniffled, and you almost melted. “…Can you hold me?”

You thought your cheeks would burst with how big you smiled. “C’mere, baby.”

You wrapped your arms around Billy, pulling his warm head to your chest and running your fingers through his hair just the way he liked. He put his arms around your waist and sighed happily. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“I want you to stay,” he went on, sniffling, “an’ I want to take care of you next…I want to take care of you forever.”

You chuckled. “You’re delirious, babe.”

“I’m serious,” he looked up at you with an honest to God pout on his face, “You… I want you…You’re my…” He groaned, snuggling in closer to you. “”M too tired, you know what I mean.”

You did know what he meant, and it made you feel another wave of sweet warmth go through you. “Mm hmm,” you agreed, running a hand down his back, “me too, baby.”

“Mm,” he closed his eyes, “I like when you call me baby… Let’s take a nap, baby.”

“Okay,” you kissed the top of his head and he sighed happily, “sweet dreams, baby.”

Billy dozed off in your arms, and while you weren’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t feeling well, you had to admit; holding him like that, taking care of him, and hearing his soft, unsure utterances just felt right…

…even if you woke up with a cold the next morning.

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doaholistic · 4 years

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Pt. 1 Longtime Matt and Eugene fan. I’m the one who brought up the thigh-holding video and Lex Duff article. No tumblr, just avoiding my Grad school work. I think you shouldn’t waste any more of your time on whoever it is arguing about Matt. Either they are messing with you or are in such DEEP denial that you will never convince them. After that adorable pic with them feeding the kangaroo and duck, not to mention the fact that he’s brought Matt to the HRC dinner twice now,

Pt. 2 why would he bring a “friend” if he has a boyfriend and talks about falling in love with him at the dinner? Obviously, the boyfriend was present and they both posted stories from the dinner. I doubt they would believe it if Eugene flat out said, I’ve been with Matt for 7 years (the earliest pics I’ve found were from March 2013). They would probably think that he’s just joking around because you’re right, they don’t WANT to believe it. Again, either way, this person is not worth your time.

Pt. 3 Sorry for going off. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of people commenting on this. It just gets to me when people try to erase the other people in someone else’s life just because they are jealous or don’t want them there. I’m sure Eugene would be pissed to see how some people are treating Matt, including people commenting on Instagram that Matt better treat him right. Eugene’s a big boy, he can handle himself and Matt seems like such a gentle soul that I hardly doubt he’d treat anyone poorly.

________________________________________________________________ I mean I’m all for falling in love with your friends in a platonic way but cmon. Lol. I thought they were messing with me but I have legitimately received about 16 messages and 7 submissions of ‘proof’ that they aren’t dating. now that proof is literally just photos from David Dangs Instagram aka Matts best friend and a publicly close friend of Eugene's and clearly closer privately. They actually seem convinced so idkkk what to do but I’m not going to reply to them anymore because I honestly can’t be bothered. I was procrastinating yesterday and I figured what the hell, let's engage with the crazies. Lol.

Yeah, the general consensus for us who knew is around 7years... I’ve seen the people that are new on this bandwagon say that Matt worked at Buzzfeed which I’m fairly comfortable in saying that that is false. Hes in... what? 2 videos? Both with the man that was possibly his boyfriend at the time already? One which he is flirting with Eugene and the other is a boyfriend video where other boyfriends are played by other friends of Eugenes who don’t work at Buzzfeed...

I’m the fan who was always curious and who looked closely at their insta stories and noticed how they’d not pan the camera to the one clearly sitting next to Eugene, (for instance, the football tricks video, the video with his Dad at a drag show, and the 2nd Try dinner they had a while back, Eugene's story literally had him whip around so quick that he didnt let the camera fall on Matt (who was clearly sitting next to him again)... Now their privacy is important and me creeping on a public thing isn't harmful, I didn’t even start following his new public insta until Eugene posted the photo because I didn't want to be creepy Lol. And before they went public all discussions of their beauty went on in private messages. Eugene made a decision to go public, it started with the book, then the tour, then Instagram, Ned's facebook, the trypod and now videos. I’m going to assume they at least address the fact they are a couple in the barista video or that they are paired up in it so if people still deny it I’m just going to laugh in their faces.

I won’t even go into the proof that they are obviously living together... I mean we knew spoilers for the Car video because there was clips of Matt driving his car post-makeover. (Also I mean, it makes it more clear why he wasn't in TryDIY, not only because Secret Boyfriend, but also Matt put ‘design’ in his insta bio, their apartment is probably as gorgeous as they are.)

ALSO THEY SHARE CLOTHES. PRACTICALLY ALL THE TIME.

Before the NZ trip became the McYang trip, my squeeing was about the multiple stories that Maggie posted which glimpsed Matt (which they are normally careful about, I mean Maggie had to purge her insta of him when they went public so that was another step in the reveal) where Matt was wearing iconic Eugene outfits and then in the next official photos we got they had done switched again with more clothes. its so cute.

(especially since Ariel was annoyed at all the Fulmer bags whereas Matt and Eugene just share clothes when needed. RELATIONSHIP GOALS!)

I forgot the point of this response and I’m sorry Lol. Feel free to always come squeal at me about McYang though. And good luck with your studies!

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On their first official date, Tony has a cold and ends up taking the wrong kind of cold medicine which makes him loopy but Steve kinda crashes the date trying to tell Tony he loves him before he ends up losing him to Bucky. Even doused Tony kindly but funnily rejects him but offers to buy him dinner. Bucky gives him a friendly threat saying he loves Steve, he's his bff and brother so they'll be cool but that he can't ever go after Tony.

Doped Up Date

Bucky’s heart pounded in his chest as if he were battling a levithan—not on a date with Tony Stark.

Honestly, fighting a levithan would be easier; he’d just need to grab his largest gun and shoot at the damn thing until it was dead.

How did one combat the humor and charm of Tony Stark—resist the beautiful, brown bambi eyes?

How could he win and not wave his white flag in defeat when the red, stuffy nose on Tony’s face endeared Bucky to him?

Tony chuckled. He rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

Bucky squeezed Tony’s hand. He pulled Tony close to his side. The chill off the evening seeped into his coat. If he could feel the cold then Tony could as well; he needed to keep Tony warm. It was bad enough that he had taken Tony outside when he was sick. Tony should be resting somewhere with a heater. Bucky hadn’t been able help himself when Tony had asked him out though.

He had been pouring himself a glass of milk when Tony had stumbled into the kitchen with a loopy grin on his face.

“There’s my gorgeous man.” Tony had clumsily sashayed up to Bucky. “Let’s go on a date.”

Bucky forced himself to swallow instead of spitting out the milk like it had gone sour. “Are you high?”

Tony had waved off Bucky’s question. “I took some cold medicine. Nothing strong. Date me.”

Like the weak person that he was, Bucky caved. He’d wanted to date Tony for so long, but had been too afraid to make a move due to their history. He couldn’t give up his chance at a date with Tony just because the circumstances weren’t perfect.

He also trusted that, despite a few out of character moments, Tony was telling him the truth when he said he was not high off his gourd.

(More after the break!)

“Bucky, you’re ignoring me.” Tony nuzzled Bucky’s shoulder as he whined.

“Sorry. I’m just really happy.”

Tony hummed. “That’s good.”

A violent sneeze bowed Tony’s body.

Bucky patted Tony on the back. “We should get you home.”

Tony rubbed his nose with the back of his wrist. “But we only had dinner. What kind of a date is only dinner?”

“A filling one.” Bucky slung his arm around Tony’s neck. “We’re walking under the stars.”

“On a dirty, busy sidewalk in New York.” Tony pressed closer to Bucky to avoid the two kids and their guardian rushing past.

“We could call Happy to pick us up.”

“Are you trying to kill the romance?”

“We could make out in backseat of the car.”

Tony scrunched his face. There was just something so childish and silly about the pout Tony directed at Bucky; it caused fondness and humor to course through Bucky. He kissed Tony’s temple. “A movie. You, me, and a comfy couch at home. We’ll dim the lights, grab a couple of blankets, and keep each other warm. How is that for romance?”

“Sounds better than it should be,” Tony grumbled. “It’s our first date; it should be more romantic. Flowers, sweeping music, and all that Hallmark stuff. Fireworks.”

“Watching fireworks or kissing being like fireworks?”

“Both.” Tony closed his eyes as he lolled his head back.

Bucky chuckled as he planted another kiss on Tony’s head. “Yeah, sounds like it is time to take you home.”

“I could buy fireworks, you know. I have bought fireworks.”

Bucky nodded his head and mumbled agreements. He had no doubt that Tony had purchased fireworks before.

With a gentle arm wrapped around Tony’s shoulders—or a hand tucked into Tony’s back pocket when Tony took to gesticulating—Bucky guided his sickly love home. Cuddled together, they entered the common area of the Avengers compound and took over the living room. Tony sprawled across one of the sofas and picked out the movie, as Bucky hunted down soft, fleece blankets to cocoon them in. He also fetched Tony’s medicine, much to Tony’s chagrin.

“I’m fine.” Snot dribbled out from Tony’s nose. He grimaced.

Bucky shook his head. He pulled a travel packet of tissues from his pocket then passed a tissue to Tony. “I’m sure. It’s for later when you don’t feel fine.”

Tony took the tissue. He blew his nose. “Hand sanitizer.”

“I’ll grab some while I get the popcorn.”

“My sweet prince, I would kiss you like a porn star if I weren’t carrying the plague.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Bucky grinned as he went to the kitchen. In a flash, he had a bag of popcorn popping in the microwave and was on the move to fetch a bottle of hand sanitizer for Tony as promised. Just as quick as he was to get the popcorn started, he scurried to the bathroom where, after riffling through a couple of drawers, he found the hand sanitizer.

There was a bounce to his step as Bucky returned to the living room. The soft hum of the microwave coming from the kitchen told him the popcorn was still cooking, even as the salty and buttery aroma of the light as air treat teased his senses.

A square, blond head attached to a pair of broad shoulders peeked out from behind the couch. A corded arm pillowed Tony’s head. Laughter lit up Tony’s face as he looked at Steve: the encroacher.

Insecurity opened its maw and threatened to swallow Bucky whole.

Vague memories of a time when he used to be the dashing charmer who had all the girls fawning over him flooded back to him. Bitterness assaulted his tongue as shame coiled through his being; his jealousy was so strong that he was embarrassed.

He was happy that Steve knew how to flirt and charm.

He just wasn’t happy that the person who Steve was interested in was Tony.

Be a good friend, Bucky. Be a good friend. Tony asked you out. He likes you. Don’t go caveman.

Steve cocked his head then looked Bucky’s way. “Bucky, there you are. Tony was just telling me that you two are about to have a movie night. Hope you don’t mind a third wheel.”

“And here I thought you were tired of being a third wheel.” Bucky spoke with a smile that belied his backhanded words.

“Not when I am with two of my favorite people.”

Tony snorted tersely.

Steve gave Tony a look that communicated that he had heard Tony, knew exactly what Tony was saying without uttering a word, and that despite his disapproval, he was amused by Tony’s antics.

The microwave beeped its completion.

Bucky ignored it. “You’re giving me cavities, Steve. Tony and I planned for this movie night to be just the two of us. So…” Bucky swung his arms toward the exit.

A befuddled frown crossed Steve’s features. He looked to Tony for understanding.

Tony wrapped the blankets tighter around himself. “No need to fight over me boys.” He sniffled. “I know-” Tony blinked. “…and my head is spinning. Hello, vertigo, my old friend. Oh! Friday, movie change. Get ready to play Vertigo.”

Bucky marched over to Tony. He tucked the bottle of hand sanitizer into the space where sofa cushion met armrest. Bucky splayed his flesh hand across Tony’s forehead. “You’re not burning up.”

Tony nuzzled Bucky’s hand. “It’s just the mucus forming crystals in my head.”

“Are you sure?” Steve leaned into Tony’s space. His brows knitted together. “Maybe we should cancel movie night tonight. You need your rest, Tony. I’ll take you out to the movies some other night. What do you say? We can make it a date.”

A part of Bucky applauded Steve for his new and improved pick up skills. Another part of Bucky screamed in horror. With just a few sentences, Steve had brought an end to Bucky’s date while simultaneously asking Tony out.

Steve was devastating him.

Tony huffed. He put his hand on Steve’s cheek and pushed him away. “I know thanks to that serum you are immune to the common cold but please stay out of my face.”

Steve frowned but kept his distance. “I’m worried about you, Tony.”

“Bah.” Tony tossed a corner of the blanket over his head. The fleece covered half his face. “Everyone is such a worrywart!” Tony twisted. He flung his arms open at Bucky. “Come to me, beautiful. Sick people need warmth.”

“Yeah, you were right about not needing more medicine.” Bucky went around the couch. He plopped himself on the other side of Tony. Tony embraced Bucky like he was Tony’s long lost teddy bear. Happiness curled in Bucky’s stomach like a contented cat. It was nice to be wanted. It was wonderful to be wanted by Tony.

Steve touched Tony’s shoulder. Genuine concern contorted his face. “Tony, I’m really worried. I love you; I don’t want to see you hospitalized because we didn’t take care of you.”

“That’s a sweet love confession, Steve, but my weak, barely functional heart belongs to this darling raccoon over here.” Tony pecked Bucky on the lips. “I really hope you are immune to the common cold, otherwise that was a lot more disgusting than I thought it would be in my head.” Tony sniffled.

Red-nosed, watery-eyed, and a voice that was slowly but surely becoming raspy, and Tony was still the person Bucky most wanted to kiss on the planet. He was a smitten man; he did not mind.

“Tony, I’m serious,” Steve’s tone hardened.

“So am I.” Tony lightly kicked Steve’s knee. “Shoo, shoo. Go pine for me in another room, or make another super boy band to fight against mine, whatever it is you do to cope.”

Steve shook his head. “You’re delirious.”

Tony closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened his eyes again, a shade of the sharp wit that he usually carried shimmered in his eyes. He turned on Steve. “Steve, if I am hospitalized it will be from blue balls, because right now, I am trying to get in your best friend’s pants, and you are cockblocking me.”

Steve’s head jerked back as if struck. He blinked rapidly like a cartoon character then stared at Tony and Bucky.

“You two are dating? Really dating? This isn’t a joke?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “We are trying to.”

“Yeah, third wheel and the love confessions are making it a little hard,” Bucky said.

Steve stiffened. Red tinged the tips of his ears. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Love confession? Really?”

“You said, ‘I love you,’” Bucky argued. He wasn’t going to let Steve off the hook for intruding on his date with Tony.

Tony nodded.

“I say ‘I love you’ to both of you all the time.” The red traveled down Steve’s eartips to his neck. Steve’s jaw set stubbornly.

“No, you don’t,” Bucky said.

“Yes, I do.”

“Friday,” Tony chimed in. “Has Steve ever said ‘I love you’ to Bucky or me before now?”

“I have no record of Steve Rogers saying ‘I love you’ to either of you; however, my records do not account for times that he was outside of my hearing range.”

Tony smirked at Steve. “Don’t try to say that every time you’ve said it you’ve just happened to not be around Friday.”

“I was wrong.” Steve stood up. “You’re not sick enough to go to the hospital. You have too much energy.”

“Love you too, Steve,” Tony said.

Steve’s face turned tomato red.

Tony tilted his head so he could kiss Bucky’s cheek. “Love you more.”

Bucky’s grin cut his face in half.

“I’m going to leave you two alone.” Steve hurried for the exit, like a child who had just walked in on his parents kissing.

“Don’t go after my fella again,” Bucky hollered at Steve’s retreating back. He spoke the words playfully with an undercurrent of seriousness that he knew Steve would pick up on. Steve was his family and best friend–he loved Steve–but Tony was special. He wasn’t okay with Steve hitting on Tony.

“I wasn’t!” Steve shouted as he made himself scarce.

“Sure,” Bucky said, sarcasm dripped off the word.

Tony flopped against Bucky. “Finally! Alone at last.”

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #sick fic #jealousy #steve rogers #prompts #akira of the twilight

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Can I request #4 with either Jeonghan from SVT or Mark from Got7?

Hi, of course! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you like this :)

#4: “letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

pairing: lawyer!jeonghan x prosecutor!reader

group: SEVENTEEN

word count: 2.1k

summary: everyone lives their life in black and white until they meet their soulmate. you, with possibly the shittiest luck on earth, have always had to be the one to sit back and listen to people ramble about the colours of the world. all you have is a small tint of colour in the bottom corner of your left eye, from a past court session, you think. but, you’ve given up on trying to figure out how that works at this point. and, you were planning on keeping it that way, at least until one particular trial gave you a reason not to.

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“I never knew how bright blue was!”

You’d heard this sentence more times than you thought you could count, closely paired with things like ‘green is so nice to look at’ or ’pink is really cute, sort of frilly’ But, you’d always have to be the one to politely explain that you didn’t understand, because hadn’t found your soulmate; at least, not yet.

You were 24 years old when you’d finally decided that you’d had enough. You’d searched far and wide for your soulmate, but still had to listen to an eighteen year old tell you about how beautiful the colours of the world were with a smile on your face? You definitely enjoyed hearing the experiences at first, but after a while, it became similar to your own personal hell.

So, you decided to dedicate your life to a job that handled the misfortunes that came with soulmates. The greying vision, the cheating, everything that made you feel like maybe you weren’t exactly alone in your struggle after all.

He, however, was the opposite.

He liked the idea of soulmates, he liked what came with it, but he wasn’t in any rush to find them. ‘if they’re really my soulmate, they’ll find me first.’ he’d always thought. Besides, he figured that actually graduating law school first was much more important at that time, anyway.

So, after a while, he just learned to disregard the possibility of finding his soulmate, the monochromatic vision he possessed no longer bothering him.

At least, until they caught eyes years later, the pair acting as training officers standing behind their mentors in the courtroom. They were both just approaching 26 when they caught the slight glimpse of each other. But, unknowingly, they were both left with only fragments of colour afterwards. Hers in the bottom corner of her left eye, and his in the bottom corner of his right.

They both had failed to come up with an excuse to disregard the small colour of puddle that had appeared in their vision, and gave their all in trying to figure out just who in the world had put it there. But, when neither of them could figure it out, they had to give up.

They had both been in their respective fields now for at least a couple years, the both of them going on 29 already. But, this time, it was the both of them worrying about their soulmate.

'what in the world are they doing?’ was a consistent thought for both of you. You were dreading the day when you were truly out maxed by everyone around you, and with each passing day, you knew that reality was getting closer. And now, he was the same. He dreamed of his soulmate, his second sense of vision flooding with colour as he slept. But your face was always blocked out, leaving him to find out who you were for himself. It made him restless, ad even more eager to find out your identity.

But he was ready to take on the challenge.

The both of you, even while being busy in your respective fields, barely spent time at home. Any time that you weren’t cooped up doing work was time to go out and enjoy yourselves with the potential of finding your soulmate. But you were too logical in that sense; fate doesn’t work like that.

But only until that day did you realise this.

It started out as any other case would; arriving ten minutes before starting point, your feet dragging slightly from the inevitable late night you’d spent overviewing your portion of the crime, and having a polite conversation with whoever else you happened to be seated with. Those ten minutes came and went as normal, until the sound of the gavel rang out, signifying that the trial was about to start.

So, with even looking up, you grabbed your notes and fixed your robe, ready to begin. You squinted across the room, trying to loosely size up your opponent. Having forgotten your glasses on the bathroom sink and neglected to put in your contacts before rushing out the door that morning, you couldn’t see much but the outline of a man with light blonde hair. But, you didn’t think much of your lapse in eyesight, seeing as you could argue all the same.

This trial was formed based on the accusations that a man had begun to abuse his soulmate, but she had no way to prove it. Your intel told you that she was a naturally muscular woman, being a kick boxer, so even if she did appear to have any bruises or physical damage of any kind, it was the type that could easily be played off. But, you weren’t there to pick sides; you never were, after all.

But, seeing her sitting down from across the room, even being able to make out the faint purple and red marks on her face and arms, you didnt really know what to think. You turned your head to the crowd after a few seconds, curious. If her soulmate really had been abusing her, would they be in this crowd?

You did a once over of the crowd, but thanks to your lack of sight, couldn’t find much out of the ordinary. You would rather not be involved in a situation like that anyway. But as you looked back at your papers, you reminded yourself that even if they were somewhere in the crowd, it didn’t matter for you. After all, you were trying to prove the woman’s claims as false.

“Please rise,”

You finally looked up, your thoughts automatically clearing at the phrase that had been drilled into your head. Standing straight, you clasped your hands together and listened to the judge give a preliminary statement before telling each side to begin stating their cases.

The lawyer you were facing stood up first, seizing the opportunity to give his side of the story first.

“My client and her soulmate met 3 years ago,” He began, making his way around his portion of desk. “Since then, she has done 6 consecutive years of indoor kick boxing, and has even gone on to play in national competitions,”

You saw him turn to you, but he was still fuzzy, so you didn’t try to push yourself at all.

He looked down at the papers in his arms before turning to the jury. “A woman who has won first place in many of these competitions would be hard to put down by anyone that wasn’t her soulmate,”

A few people in the crowd let out uncomfortable sighs. You was having a hard time keeping one in yourself, as you saw his point.

“If you love someone, or if you have this kind of physical- no, mental connection with them, it’s hard to deny even things you aren’t comfortable doing,” The lawyer said, turning back to the judge.

“1 month ago she was admitted into the hospital with 3 broken ribs and assorted bruising on her neck. While meanwhile, she hadn’t taken part in any competitions in that past month nor had she attended any sort of practice or meeting regarding the sport,” He said, referring to the dates that were probably written on the papers he carried, “I am proposing that this man gets 2 years jail time, under part II of the soulmate act of 2034,”

The court room was silent, before the judge nodded.

“Thank you. Next, please,” He said, waving in your general direction. As you stood up, the lawyer went to sit back down. You caught a better view of his hair as you switched spots, though, finally able to clearly see a part of him for a moment.

he’s probably handsome.

“Her last official meet took place a month and a half ago, and while she had no injuries at that point, it’s a proven fact that rib injuries may take up to 2 months to fully appear.” You suggested, watching the lawyer’s eyebrow tick up as you took another few steps forward. “As for the bruises on her face – miss, is it okay if I ask you a question?”

You eyes moved to her, her face flushing slightly as she nodded.

“Do you happen to have any sort of condition, such as asthma, or eczema that you take medication for?”

She bit her lip, but nodded again.

“Do you use any type of skin treatment? Such as rollers, exfoliating brushes, things like that?”

Another nod.

You turned to the jury. “Medicines used to for particular things like these sometimes lead to blood thinning, which means, if she uses anything heavy on her face such as a roller, it would cause the skin to sink in slightly, and therefore bruise easily.”

The crowd shifted a bit, obviously uneasy. But before you could say anything else, the lawyer rang in.

“Objection, your honour, What means are backing up these facts? And, blood thinning only happens with certain medications, not necessarily the ones my client was using.”

The judge turned to you, so you quickly walked over, getting the message as you pulled a paper from the small stack you was holding and slipped it onto his desk. He put on his glasses and straightened out the paper, everyone in the room consecutively holding their breath as he scanned over it.

It was a few moments of silence before he nodded. “Overruled. Means and clarification of medication are stated,”

I fought back a sigh in relief. Thankfully, this was looking to be an easy case so far. I turned back around to take a look at the lawyer for a moment, and to my delight, he seemed speechless. His eyes were slightly wider now, a newfound panic underlying the deep brown colour.

wait.

You blinked again, and sure enough, his eyes were still brown. Then, upon your realization, other things began to change, too. The glasses that were on the tip of his nose began to fill in with a light silver colour, whilst everything around him filled in next. The deeper brown of the desks, the green of the carpet beneath your feet, it was all so sudden, but you felt like you didn’t ever want it to stop.

That small spot in the corner of your eye had expanded to the whole of your vision.

You met his eyes after a moment, and when you saw the familiar look in eyes, you wanted to jump in joy. Finally, you thought. You had finally found your soulmate, and at work of all places.

But, you figured that you had both spaced out, so you pulled your eyes off of him and begrudgingly turned back to the judge.

The rest of the trial had gone smoothly for you, the facts and points you’d given driving out until the end and giving you yet another win. Apparently, the woman had been having an affair and hadn’t reported her injuries from a kickboxing meet until they got so bad that she could blame her soulmate, whom she wanted to leave, for it.

To him normally, losing a case would be a huge deal. but this time, he considered it a win. He would always take meeting his soulmate over winning a case.

Everything had played out well, you thought, but you couldn’t exactly think of that for long. The only thing on your mind was the world around you; and the man that had put it all there.

“Y/N?” You turned around in the lobby, and was met with the same man you’d been against just recently. You finally smiled, enjoying the sight of the one you could finally call your soulmate.

“Jeonghan,” You let out a name that you’d become familiarized with just minutes ago, and took happiness in watching the smile that spread across his face.

He undoubtedly looked as happy as you were.

“Gosh,” You mumbled, unable to help the tears that came to your eyes as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “Do you realised how long I’ve been waiting for you?”

He just let out a soft chuckle, arms wrapping around you and pulling you into him. “The same amount of time I’ve spent waiting for you. It was really hard having just a small bit of colour, you know. Knowing that I’d briefly met my soulmate; it was torture. Letting you go was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”

You pulled back from the hug to look at his face, unable to wipe the grin off your own.

“Then promise me you won’t do it again?”

“You can count on it,”

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(lowkey pulled that entire court case out of my ass, but I think it worked out well enough??)

I hoped you liked it :)

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