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allmoshnobrain · 4 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 23 of ? | masterpost

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Finally, I spotted him, chilling on a couch in the corner, rocking a beer and a smoke as his serious eyes stared at me. My heart tightened seeing him like that; normally, when he saw me, it meant smiles and a hug. Now, however, he just watched me, his cool blue eyes meeting mine from across the room. I held his gaze for a while, my face turning a bit warm as we looked at each other. Heart skipping a beat, I wondered: was he gonna brush me off? Stand up and bail, pretending I wasn’t even there?

✦ summary: Reuniting with James forces Nore to confront the complicated feelings that arose after their kiss.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle, drinking, smoking, recreational drug use

✦ a/n: Hello! I'm finally on Christmas break and have lots of free time, so I'm trying to write as much as I can! I'm really glad I could post this chapter before the end of the year, and I hope it won't take me too long to post the next ones :) We're on the final half of the story, and things will get a bit more intense from now on. So, how do you think James and Nore are gonna deal with their feelings from now on? I'm really excited to write about it! Thank you so much for reading, feedback is welcome and motivates me a lot! ❤

✧ I want to be the girl with the most cake / He only loves those things because he loves to see them break / I fake it so real, I am beyond fake / And someday, you will ache like I ache ✧

It didn't take too long for me to catch up with my friends again. Just a bit over two weeks post-Leanne's birthday bash, Cliff gave me a ring with some exciting news: the band had landed a gig at a renowned venue in Los Angeles, and if the first show drew a good crowd, there was talk of a repeat performance to wrap up the year.

I hadn’t crossed paths with James since he had kissed me; gotta admit, the idea of facing him after all that had happened had me feeling a bit uneasy. But I was hopeful that, when the time came, we could have a conversation about it. I just hoped we could keep our friendship. There were many things I could handle, but losing him for good was not something I was ready for.

The band needed to fill the place, so Cliff asked if I could bring someone along. I ended up inviting Pat, my friend from the record store, to join me at the show. I mean, asking Dave was out of the question; as time went by, he was getting more and more bitter every time Metallica came up. Even though he wasn't thrilled about me going to the show, having a companion seemed to ease his mood a bit. Ever since I came home with a bruised hand from having to defend myself, he seemed to gradually become more protective and concerned every day. I knew he'd rather I not navigate crowded spots alone, especially at a metal show. But, when it came to Metallica, his wounded pride still had the upper hand.

I met up with Pat right outside the record store before the gig, so we could go to the venue together. She greeted me with the biggest smile, her blonde locks and blue eyes all dazzling.

"I'm so stoked!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with happiness as I handed her the ticket and the backstage pass. "I've never had backstage access before. This is gonna be rad!"

"Yeah, it's cool. But don't expect anything too fancy; we usually just score some drinks and access to the dressing room," I said, throwing out a strained smile. I tried not to let the nerves creep in about seeing James again, but now that showtime was approaching, my anxiety was cranking up by the minute.

"Oh, don't be a buzzkill," she pouted. "You’re in a bad mood today? Aren't you happy to see your friends?"

"Sorry, Pat. I'm just kinda on edge," I replied with a sigh. Despite really liking Pat, I wasn't up for diving into the whole James-kiss situation with anyone. Truth is, I had been mulling over it way more than I'd like. Couldn't wait to clear the air with James once and for all.

We rolled up a bit later to the venue, and there was already a decent line of fans. It always blew my mind how they had just dropped their first album not long ago but were pulling in a hype crowd that was growing by the day. I could sense the West Coast getting too cramped for whatever they were cookin' up. And, like always, no need to wait in line for us; the IDs whisked us straight backstage, where the guys were getting their act together, getting stage-ready, and already a bit toasted.

I couldn't really zone in on the whole scene that kicked off with Lars, Kirk, and Cliff swooping in for the welcome party; drinks were handed out, cigs were fired up, and Lars, as usual, threw in his cheeky comments ('hey, your friend's a total babe!'). But honestly, none of that was grabbing my full attention. My eyes were on a mission, desperately looking for the only person I wanted to see. No matter how much I tried to fool myself, all I cared about was making sure things were cool between James and me.

Instead, he just got up, strolled over, and handed me the beer bottle.

“Want some?” he asked, throwing a faint smile my way. I blinked, kinda surprised. The way he talked, it was like nothing had happened. Like he never had kissed me. Like I never had bolted out of Joe's kitchen, leaving him all alone.

But, hey, wasn’t that exactly what I wanted? For things to be normal again. For us to stick to being friends, no drama.

“Of course. You ever see me turn down a beer?” I replied with a grin. He let out a soft chuckle and handed over the bottle, his cold fingers brushing mine for the briefest fraction of a second before he brought the cig back to his mouth.

Before long, the venue staff gave us the heads up that the show was about to kick off. The guys wrapped up their final checks, and Pat and I joined them, enjoying a beer by the stage. Pat was all hyped about it; even though she didn't know the band, she was really getting into the music, full of the enthusiasm you'd expect from a dedicated fan. As for me, I was a bit more reserved this time. Don't get me wrong, I was always happy to catch up with my friends, but I couldn't ignore how uneasy I felt, especially when I noticed James's glances, splitting his attention between the crowd and shooting looks my way, a silent storm brewing in his blue gaze.

After the concert wrapped up, he handed his guitar over to a puzzled Kirk, not even bothering to look at him. He headed my way, big steps and a bit of annoyance wrinkling his forehead; at that point, I was almost sure he was going to cup my face in his hands and kiss me again. The idea had my face turning hot, my heart racing, and the palms of my hands getting sticky with nervous sweat, recalling the feel of his lips on mine. Instead of that, he just stopped and locked eyes with me for a moment, carefully studying my face before saying:

“So? How was the show?”

“It was awesome! You guys rock, I loved it!” Pat exclaimed, all excited, breaking the momentary electricity that had arisen between us two. James raised an eyebrow, curious, as if just now realizing she was there, and shot me a puzzled look. I just shrugged, wearing a slight smile.

"It was killer, like always," I said with a grin, and he shot one right back at me. There it was — the familiar, genuine smile I'd been missing all night. I couldn’t help but feel relief wash all over me when I saw it.

We wrapped up the night at some random downtown bar. Most of the time, I stuck with Pat since she only knew me there. A couple of beers, a joint, and watching her all hyped up did the trick; I started to unwind, and soon enough, I was enjoying the night with a lightness I hadn't felt in ages. Had a cig between my lips, just chilling and keeping an eye on the guys from a distance. Cliff and Kirk were deep into some serious chat, sharing a joint. Lars and James had found some fans from the show, cracking up and talking loudly while passing around a bottle of vodka.

"Can I ask you something?" Pat threw out. I shifted my gaze from the scene, catching her curious, kinda fuzzy look — probably thanks to a bit of the booze. Before I could even answer, she kept going: "What's the deal with you and James?"

"Me... and James?" I raised my eyebrows, totally caught off guard. She nodded, a little smile playing on her lips. "We're... We're friends."

"And that's it?" She raised an eyebrow, and I furrowed my brow.

"Of course, that's it, Pat! You know I'm dating Dave."

"Yeah, I know. It's just..." She started, letting her eyes wander over to Lars and James before turning back to me with a mischievous grin. "He's quite the looker. Mind if I flirt with him a bit? Just for fun, you know."

I blinked, caught off guard, and then burst into laughter, my face heating up in a mix of surprise and confusion. Out of all the scenarios playing in my head for that night, Pat showing interest in James was definitely not on the list.

“Sure, why not,” I said, and she shot me a smile before strutting in the direction of James and Lars. I watched her go, a little smirk on my face, a tiny pang of envy sneaking into my chest. Maybe life would be more of a breeze if I could summon that kind of confidence in myself so easily.

"So now you're playing matchmaker?" I heard Cliff's familiar voice, and I looked up to meet his brown eyes staring at me. I grinned as he lit a cigarette, handing it to me before popping the top of the beer can he had in his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better. And you?"

"Are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow. "Last time I saw you, you weren't very happy."

"Yeah, felt a bit down after... you know, what happened," I confessed with a sigh. "But I think that's all settled now, isn't it?"

Cliff didn't seem entirely convinced. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke billowing out before he reached out to me. I took the cigarette from between his fingers, bringing it to my lips.

"I thought James liked you," he commented, his attentive gaze fixed on my face. I shrugged.

"Maybe he does. But you know I have a boyfriend, Cliff. Maybe it's good for him to be distracted by some other girl for a bit," I said, and Cliff snorted.

"Not even you believe that, Nore."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think? Are you sure about what you're doing, throwing your friend at him like this? Or will you regret it later?"

"Why would I regret it?" I furrowed my brow, then stared at him defiantly. "I know what I'm doing, okay?"

"If you say so," he shrugged, taking the cigarette back from my hand.

I watched him walk away with a frown, scanning the area for James, my stomach churning uncomfortably when I couldn't find him anywhere.

We bounced out of the bar late at night, still riding high on excitement and energy, a bit too drunk but not giving a damn about it. Lucky for us, the guys were staying at a friend's house nearby, and a quick call to Pat's dad had us sorted for a ride home from their place. I said my goodbyes to the guys and enjoyed the cruise home. Pat, usually a chatterbox, was oddly quiet on the drive. When I nudged her about James, she blushed so hard I couldn't help but crack up.

When I got home, I made a beeline for the shower. The hot water washed away the remnants of the night's boozing, helping me unwind and finally realize how tired I was. I slipped into my PJs, hopping into bed next to a knocked-out Dave.

I let out a soft chuckle when his arms wrapped around me, his lips landing on my neck. It was like he had a sixth sense that woke him up the moment I was back, even from the deepest sleep. Like he just knew I was nearby. How could I think of anyone else when Dave loved me like this?

“Hey,” he mumbled, his voice all sleepy, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

“Hey,” I replied with a smile, turning in bed to face him. I swept his ginger hair away from his face, and he grumbled before pulling me closer, burying his face in my neck.

"Missed you tonight," he murmured, his raspy voice making me shiver in the best way. "Glad you're back."

"Course, I'm back," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "We’re not gonna fight tonight, right?"

"Hmm..." he grumbled, his lips making their way up my neck until they met mine. His hands grabbed my waist as he settled on top of me. "No fights... got something else in mind."

I laughed into his kiss, my face warming as he turned up the intensity, making my whole body heat up. In that moment, wrapped up in his arms, I was sure I was loved. I was sure he loved me. And that was, and always would be, enough.

Or, at least, that's what I told myself.

✧ if you'd like to be tagged on the next parts, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! ❤ ✧

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Love's Debut

Summary: In an actor AU, Loki Laufeyson is a world-famous actor; and you, his humble assistant. What happens when years of unreleased feelings rise to the surface...during the middle of his movie’s première.

Pairing: Actor!Loki x Assistant!Reader

Warning(s): Kinda fluffy, kinda angsty, large crowds, declarations of love, Loki is definitely OOC (but it’s my AU, so deal with it 😊)

Note: italics is a flashback

Loki Laufeyson was at the height of his career as a world-famous actor. He had starred in countless blockbuster hits, had legions of adoring fans, and was constantly on the go. It was no surprise that he was in need of an assistant to keep his life organised.

That's where you came in.

"Excuse me, Mr. Laufeyson?"

He looked up from his desk to see a woman standing in his doorway. It was safe to say that he was entirely gobsmacked. There she stood in a lilac blouse and a black skirt, her h/c hair sitting in a tight bun on the side of her head.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she said, her voice slightly hesitant. "I'm your new assistant."

He smiled warmly at her, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as her honeyed voice clouded his senses. He had been without an assistant for weeks, and the workload was continuing to pile up.

"Of course, please, come in." He said, gesturing to the empty chair in front of his desk.

She sat down, pulling a notebook out of her bag.

"My name is Y/n, as I'm sure you read in the email," she said, introducing herself. "I'm so excited to be working with you."

"I'm glad to have you on board," he said, smiling at her. "Is there anything that you require from me at the moment?"

Y/n shook her head, her eyes bright.

"No, I'm all set. I've read up on your current projects and I've got everything organised."

He raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"That's quite efficient," he said, feeling a weight being lifted from his shoulders. "I'm glad to hear it."

For the next few weeks, Y/n proved herself to be an invaluable asset. She was organised, efficient, and always one step ahead of him. But as he spent more time with her, he couldn't help but feel that there was something more there--a connection that went beyond just professional admiration.

Ever since the beginning you had kept him grounded. When we was stressed out over a tight schedule for a particular film, you were there waiting for him with a cup of tea and soothing words. When he was freaking out over forgetting to buy his brother's birthday gift, you surprised with him with a present of his own--the item that he was looking to get Thor.

And as the weeks turned to months which turned into years, that feeling of admiration never left him. They continued to grow as every day flew by.

It wasn't until the night of his latest movie premiere, as he stood on the red carpet with you by his side, that he realised what it was.

So Loki turned to face you, his eyes filled with emotion, "I can't do this," he whispered. "I can't pretend anymore."

He saw you look at him with confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I mean this," he said, taking your hand in his. "I mean us. I've been in love with you for years now, and I can't keep it inside any longer."

As quickly as Loki declared those words, he pulled away from you. The realisation of what he had just done hitting him like a 3am wake-up call.

"I'm sorry," his voice barely a whisper. "I- I shouldn't have said anything. I just... I had to tell you."

And with that, he turned and walked away; leaving the woman he loved in the middle of the red carpet, with cameras flashing all around her.

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He didn't return to the theatre, nor did he make an appearance at the after party. He was disappointed with himself; declaring his feeling for you in the middle of a public event was not the right way to approach this.

So there he was, sitting on his couch, a glass of whiskey in hand; trying to drink his sorrows away.

And then someone knocked at the door.

Reluctantly, he made his way to the door and opened it, only to be greeted by you.

You had a frown on your face, and your eyes were red-rimmed. This is it, he thought, she's here to give in her two weeks notice.

"I'm sorry," he said, refusing to look at her any longer. "I shouldn't have said anything."

He heard her heels clink on the wooden floorboards as she made her way closer.

"You don't have to apologise for anything, Loki."

His red eyes shifted to look at her, "I've ruined everything. I've made everything awkward, you're here to give me your two weeks notice. What don't I have to apologise for?"

As he turned away, he felt her grab his hand, "There's nothing to apologise for, because I feel the same way."

His head shot up, his eyes wide.

"You what?"

"I've been in love with you for years," you said, a smile gracing your features. "I just never brought it up because there was no way that you felt the same way about me."

He cupped the side of her face, "But I do, Y/n. I love you more than anything this life has to offer."

And with that, all the years of unreleased feelings rose to the surface in the form of a passionate kiss.

It was a moment that the two of you would never forget; a moment that would changes your lives forever.

A/N this has been in my drafts since October, and I finally had the motivation to finish it :)

Taglist! Everything: @thewaithfuckingannoyme @evelyn-kingsley @moonlight-ee Loki: @dryyoursaltyoceantears

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blimbo-buddy · 11 months

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I'm glad you are… being destroyed by Turtle Tail and Bumble. :) /j

Might need to write some more and subject you to it... since it you are but a wee birthday lad.

ANYWAYS! This is making me grin so hard and I am overjoyed that you are loving my spin on the scene. I'll go ahead and say a few things...

"There is no more time, Turtle Tail." is Bumble speaking! Turtle Tail is in an emotional trainwreck, so she can't discern that Bumble is saying this. Bumble, even on her death bed that she was led to because no one was on her side, was pitying her.

Bumble couldn't forgive Turtle Tail, but she loved her. Actually... I think we'll all understand what I mean if I write it.

TW for death, POV cat dying, angst, abuse, and fatphobia mention.

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Relief.

It twists inside of Bumble's gut when she sees the round and fuzzy cheeks of Turtle Tail. Those green eyes pool with tears and an emotion that, while she feels disgusted to wish for, is gratifying to see. Regret swims amongst Turtle Tail's sorrows.

Her lungs burn, but she strains herself to ignore it. She can keep breathing. She's strong like Turtle Tail. The weak fat cat that everyone saw her as isn't here. She can be strong. Maybe then...

Maybe a fairytale ending could happen.

As a kit, she didn't know about the big bads of the world. She only knew how pretty it was. Those kithood dreams shined in Turtle Tail's eyes. She found hope within the bright and lovely molly who told her that her dreams, far beyond the walls and fences of the house, could be real.

"One day," Turtle Tail purrs loudly as she leans her head into the crook of Bumble's neck and grins, "We can run in the fields. I'll tell you about everything. From the weeds, to the flowers, to the birds, and even the cute bumble bees like you."

Yet it never came true because...

"I was selfish." The words leave Turtle Tail's maw too late.

All this time, she has wondered if that was the truth. She couldn't say. Turtle Tail was so wonderful. She smiled so brightly and treated her so nicely. Yet... Yet wasn't that just basic decency? Wasn't that just what normal cats did?

Normal cats don't shame each other for being overweight.

Normal cats rely on each other unconditionally.

Normal cats don't have to beg for help.

Normal cats have friends who laugh with them.

A raspy wheeze leaves her as the horrifying thoughts dig into her. Their friendship and her love that refuses to die even when she is... was nothing more than something normal cats had.

She's dying a pathetic and slow death where everything burns. Screams wish they could bury themselves in her throat, not so she could launch them out of spite, but just so someone can acknowledge her anguish.

Her eyes take that as a cue to look up at the only cat who, even if for a blip in her life, treated her like someone who mattered more than the sun and the stars. It might have meant less to Turtle Tail, but... but she loved every second of their interactions. She loved Turtle Tail's laugh. She loved her goofy little tail they joked about. She loved how Turtle Tail scrunched into the tiniest loaf so she could be the one curled around her.

Honey doesn't come without its disgusting facts.

In the end, Turtle Tail abandoned her - just like everyone else. She was another worker in the hive working to break her down.

"Loved?" Tom sneered as he towered over her. He didn't stink like the villains in the tales her mama told her. His pelt was glossier than fire, unlike the evil-doers who had patchy and scraggly fur. No one believed her when she said he could say, "No cat will ever love a fat cat like you, who was named after how round she is."

And he was right.

Turtle Tail remained silent when the cats began to shame her body and abilities. There was no debating. It was truth, both in the eyes of everyone around her and Turtle Tail.

Despite now, as her ears ring, hearing Turtle Tail claim that she's beautiful amongst so many ungraspable words, all she can think is: If you thought that, why didn't you say so?

Why now? Why so late?

Pain digs into her chest as she drags her paw up. The hate-filled green eyes aren't what she wants to see. All of these words aren't what she wants to hear. Because, no matter what, she wants Turtle Tail to be happy. Even when she yowled that she hated Turtle Tail, she knew that it would always be half of a truth.

She hated that Turtle Tail won her heart and shattered it.

Shutting her eyes with her paw, the darkness allows her to view the few fond moments. The gentle, loving Turtle Tail that laughed alongside her. This is the cat she knew. They shared secrets and truths. That cat didn't meant the world to her. No, Turtle Tail was her world.

Perhaps that's where she went wrong.

Smack.

Light forcibly filters back into her eyes. Time feels so drawn out. The pain isn't even here anymore.

"I need more time." Turtle Tail's desperation is on full display. She might not be able to see her any longer, but her body - even if it slowly is numbing - can feel her shaky paws. The tips of Turtle Tail's claws seem to prick her, though she can't be sure.

Prying her maw open, she forces herself to say, "There is no more time, Turtle Tail." Every atom of oxygen goes into stating the obvious. Her lungs writhe inside of her chest. The fuzzy darkness tugs at her conscious, trying to end her life.

Yet, at a time like this, her death is not what she mourns.

You didn't say, "I'm sorry."

Oh cool, so I was spot on with who said "There is no more time, Turtle Tail."!

Also oh my god… Bumble taking those hurtful words from the settlers to heart and internalizing it, using it to put herself down no matter how much it hurts her heart. GODDAMN IT HURTS. And the little flashback to when her and Turtle Tail's lives seemed perfect? Where Turtle Tail promised a beautiful and lush world beyond the fence, ONLY TO THEN TURN AWAY FROM BUMBLE WHEN THE HARSHNESS OF THE WORLD BEAT DOWN ONTO BUMBLE. And THEN Bumble hears Turtle Tail admit her cowardice and selfishness when she didn't defend Bumble, holy shit the emotions, imagine how Bumble felt 10 different feelings hit her at the same time, both good and bad.

Also YES YES! The text points out the shitty nature of the settlers and the clans in general and criticizes them for it, we love to see it! Bumble just… reminiscing on the good times with Turtle Tail, only to then remember that Turtle Tail turned her back on her, never helped her. Her world is shattered now, the one Settler who never gave her a scornful look or never whispered insults behind her back had left her scared and alone. I fucking love the honey and hive thing you used, it's really clever! But oooh my god, like the last story, I see the text "And he was right" as being Bumble's inner thoughts about herself, her internalization that made her hate herself. The same thoughts also apply to the next bit of text after that.

"She hated that Turtle Tail won her heart and shattered it." YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME ANON YOU CANNOT JUST BREAK MY HEART WITH ONE BIT OF TEXT. And then we hear TurtleTail's words through the point of view of Bumble and I really like that bit, we're seeing two sides of the same event, only now we are experiencing different emotions and thoughts.

Also. Ho-ly. Fuck. TURTLETAIL NEVER DID SAY THAT SHE'S SORRY, I ACTUALLY SCRAMBLED BACK TO THE OTHER ASK TO DOUBLE CHECK AND IT'S RIGHT. SHE NEVER SAID SORRY. That realization hit me in the face like a brick, anon. Anon I don't know how you do it, I don't know how you're able to create such clever stories, and the TWIST? Perfection.

Internalization is such an underutilized concept in Warriors, think of all the interesting and heartbreaking things that you could write when it comes to internalization of any kind. The fact that you made it so Bumble internalized those jabs that the settlers made towards her since that was a very stressful and traumatic moment in her life and then to have TOM really just hammer that in. It makes me so angry at the settlers, it makes me pissed off at Tom, it makes me sad for Bumble. Bumble please please you are worth the world you deserve everything good please don't let those dirty fucking hippie cats tell you that you don't belong because your weight is different than theirs.

#blimbo rambles #ask #fatphobia mention #abuse tw #internalized fatphobia #seeing as we see this in Bumble in the story

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koorinohebi · 2 years

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Yuuki hands Kiomi a neatly wrapped present, a small card on top that just says "Happy Birthday!" A smile was on the Magus' face as she was oozing happiness. "Hey, Kiomi! It's your birthday today! I'll make you a small piece of cake later, but here! Enjoy your present!" She let out a small airy laugh. Inside the neatly wrapped box would be a framed photo of the two, the photo she snapped of them having Ice Cream, with Yuuki wrapping her arm and ice cream close to Kiomi's face as she took a picture. It was in a neat frame with 'Friends Forever' written on the bottom of it, and the date/time written on the back of the encounter. "I'm glad you're my friend! Let me know what you'd like for dinner and I'll make something special! If I can't figure it out, I'm sure I can get help!"

⩤ Kiomi Day 2022 ⩥

When she was younger, Kiomi saw bonds as a luxury for those in power. Someone like her who was nothing more than a convenient tool couldn’t afford it-- wasn’t allowed to partake in something so grand and important. ‘You’re alive only for this cause. Be grateful and want nothing more.’ So she did just that. No matter how much she hated that man, his ways, and the burdened legacy that was dumped onto her hands, her adoptive father’s words were ingrained into her very being, not unlike mark that had been burned upon her skin. So the hapless child did what had been expected of her. When even her little animals that she befriended were taken away, when the manor’s help had been told to keep their silence around her, Kiomi realized that the best way to avoid any unwanted expectations was to simply close herself off. Follow the steps that could only possibly merit and reward her some hate, distrusts, rage-- doing that would probably-- no, it would surely lead her to a road where being alone was not even a choice, but the only option.

“This is beautiful…” And yet, as she opened Yuuki’s present, heard out her kind words, the offer of a hand-made meal… but more so, more than anything material-- a present that was a reinforcement of bonds that had been forged… to think something as precious as this was actually something that she could have. Friends Forever. She wants to be my friend...forever...? If she could meet a younger version of herself, perhaps now she can tell her that good people like a certain Nemuru Yuuki existed; that because of this, all that hardship would mean something.

In that moment a sincere smile would tug upon her lips. “I would like a Yuuki special then. I’m sure anything you make will be real tasty. And then after, we can get some ice cream.” Came the reply.

Right now, saying things like she was also glad to be friends in that same lively, vigorous way was beyond Kiomi’s capabilities, but what she can’t express in words, she’ll endeavor to showcase in a different form.

One day, for sure. She’ll protect that smile along with everything else that’s become important to her during her stay here with Chaldea.

#Kiomi Day 2022!#order restored || answered #moonlightmagus #ic #Yuuki || A Precious Gem #I dance in tune with what I fear ❖ Completely rapt with what I hear when passion colors everything (Yuuki and Kiomi)

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andsheloved · 2 years

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AHHHH another milestone for you!!! <333 congratulations my friend you deserve it!

(by the way your last reply was actually so motivating ??? i forgot how effective ambiences were and that gif??? really set the mood so thanku kindly for that)

anyway!! i am here for 👙, and i am loudly proclaiming a marine biologist!bucky late night research/study session? you're working so hard because you love what you do but you've both been at it for so long that you haven't realised it's getting pretty late so he encourages you to tear yourself away for a while to get some sleep <333 or! any scenario that has been sitting in your mind recently <33

lotsa love

- 🌻

🌻!!! my beloved!!! i cry!!! hello!!! oh my gosh it's always such a pleasure to hear from you you have no idea i'm so :) right now, and thank you so so much!! i appreciate you so very much and i love you and thank you for being with me always :'), (oh and i'm so glad it was even just a bit motivating!! i hope your project is going well!! if you do encounter any other fun ambiances pls share i love them, and i also love you), but oh no (affectionate)... not marine biologist!bucky... he's my weakness how did you know, i'm reaching the end of my semester and this was literally. just what i needed. i scream, how do you know me so well?? i cry, you are amazing. i'd first of all very much like to thank @navybrat817 for the conception of this guy, i was truly never the same after marine biologist!bucky, and so without any more rambling, studying headcanons!!

👙 late night pool party 👙 - marine biologist!bucky

studying with marine biologist!bucky

pairing ~ marine biologist!bucky x f!reader

warnings ~ fluff, pet names, no super gender specific language (i tagged just in case), ocean puns, pre-dating fluff, i'm a nerd.

word count ~ 869

During those times you really need to study, like, really need to, Bucky always invites you over.

You never know understood why he's so quick to offer up his space to you, with all your scattered papers and broken pencils and books thrown haphazardly all around you, but even then, he genuinely doesn't seem to mind.

"Work better with my lucky Pearl with me anyways." He always says, and who are you to ever deny him when he smiles at you like that.

Whenever you come over, you notice how he makes sure to clean up all of his own charts and papers that have built up since the last time you visited, and though your happy to admit the time between visits has become shorter and shorter, he always still manages to have amassed a new pile of research documents and diagrams on every surface of his space.

His passion and expertise has always remained within the realms of the ocean, and though he's dabbled a bit in boat engineering and sailing, he hasn't really explored other topics beyond that, though regardless of the topic, he's always happy to help.

Even if he doesn't understand the concepts you're trying to wrap your own head around, he'll still do his very best, encouraging you through every paragraph or problem, "Look at you, you're doing great," He says, gently rubbing your arm as you continue to diligently scan through the pages, "You ever think about going into marine research?"

On one of your birthdays, after you had come over more than a few times to study with him or read through papers, he finally decided to buy you your own desk for his apartment.

He said it was just so you didn't have to keep stealing his desk every time you came over, but from the way he blushed and began anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, you wondered if maybe he didn't mind your residual scribbles and eraser shavings that you always seemed to leave behind.

Regardless of how late it may be when you text him and rush over to his place, whether it be five in the evening or one in the morning, Bucky is constantly making sure you are hydrated and fed. He is constantly making your water bottle is filled as the night goes on, as well as making sure you always have a snack in close proximity.

On the rare occasion that he doesn't have a snack on your own desk, he always has some on his own, which he made sure was conveniently placed right beside yours.

You hear him chuckle a little as his bag rustles, but still he does nothing to stop you, "What's mine is yours, Pearl."

Sometimes you wonder if he means more than just the Goldfish.

He can always tell when you're getting frustrated with yourself, sometimes you think he knows you better than yourself sometimes, always managing to notice right when you're about to start rubbing your temples and throwing your head back as you try your best to focus.

"You know, not even Clown-fish swim all the time," He says, standing up from his desk and coming behind you, resting his hands on the back of your chair before quickly swiveling your chair to face him.

He knows just how to relax you, no matter how irritated you may be at him for interrupting you, you can't ever seem to stay mad at him for long.

"Rest is just as important as your work, now c'mon, let's order some food."

Whenever you really need a break from whatever task you've been running through your mind for hours on end, Bucky is always happy to oblige, you don't think there has ever been a moment in his life when he isn't ready to talk about his own work and research.

All you have to do is point to one of the many charts or diagrams hanging on the wall above his desk and he's off, telling stories of college expeditions and fun facts he's learned along the way about taxonomic classes of fish or kelp genera.

His face lights up as he talks, his eyes so bright with wonder as he gestures his hands wildly, though, there are some moments when he retreats into himself, a shy smile creeping on his lips. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." He trails off, shifting awkwardly in his chair. "I just get excited... I guess..."

You'd be lying if you said that your heart didn't stop every time he fell back into himself, but you're always quick to recover his smile, "Tell me more."

Your late night study sessions with Bucky always seem to turn into this, laughing and talking on his couch, surrounded by textbooks and 3-D models of Beluga Whales as he explains the importance of Angler-fish for the ecosystem.

Your mind couldn't be further from studying and worrying about assignments, but you could never bring yourself to mind in moments like this.

No matter how many species of coral he would explain, or how many times he would tell you the same Blue Whale story, you would always know that out of all the fish in the sea, he would be the only one for you.

oh my, i'm simply, so soft. i love him i love him i love him. i'm such a nerd for this nerd man, like he's all i think about now :') anyways!! thank you so so much for this my dear!! it truly brightened my night and it brought me so so much joy to write so i hope you enjoy my dear!! mwauh!!

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t0shii · 3 years

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hq boys when you're feeling anxious or stressed

suna rintaro, hinata shoyo, oikawa toru x gn!r

!warnings! mentions of anxiety, reader comparing themselves to others, mentions of food & hunger, driving. this is like all fluff no angst rlly tbh.

SUNA RINTARO.

he could tell something was up but conviced himself he shouldnt pry as he had already asked you twice if you were feeling alright, to which you reasurred him with a "yep" both times, it was suspicious but he thought maybe you just wanted to be left alone. meanwhile you weren't sure why you lied him, you obviously were not doing okay at the moment. currently he was driving you home and your anxiety was going absolutely crazy from the amount of school work that was piling up on you, it's unfair you thought to yourself, looking out the window. not only were you stressed from work but trying to keep up with your friend was hard, to say the least. they were phenomenal students, straight As in their transcript and though your grades were just fine, you couldn't help but feel inferior and insecure. it's unfair how effortlessly smart they are and how i'll never be able to catch up.... oh boy if your thoughts weren't running wild before they definitely were now, you hadn't even realized your boyfriend pulling into your driveway until he slightly tapped your shoulder. "are you sure you're alright? i don't wanna pressure you ofcourse but, you know you can tell me anything right?" ... and there were the water works! the little string holding you together had snapped just like that. you sat there in the passengers seat sobbing into your hands and suna rintaro hadn't a clue what to do in the moment.

"give me just a sec" you heard him mumble but not before he gave you a kiss as light as a feather on the top of your head. somehow you didn't notice him exit the car and rush to your side until he opened your door and hugged you so tight you honestly couldn't breathe. after a few seconds your boyfriend let go of the embrace which, to his dismay, only made you cry even harder. now, he knew he was known for being quite... stoic but he was definitely panicking on the inside and it was really difficult to remain calm on the outside. your boyfriend carefully reached over you to unbuckle the seatbelt that you had yet to unclasp. "lets go inside baby." his voice was so gentle it would've taken you by surprise had you not still been crying. you nodded in response and he helped you carefully out of the car, holding your hand all the way to the door, "d'ya have your key?" you nodded trying your best to unlock the door, after a few struggled and shakey attempts you finally had your door unlocked but not without rins help because he couldn't bare to watch you struggle any longer.

stepping inside rin helped you take your shoes off, removing his own after, "bedroom?" having calmed down a little you whispered "yes," with a small nod. he nodded with you in response and took you to your bedroom. after helping you change into comfy clothes he helped you into bed, crawling in right behind you. your back was snug against his chest and he held you super tightly, it was silent for a few minutes until finally he spoke up, "please tell me how i can help" you could feel your lip quiver. "well... you don't have to say anything right now, you know i can wait. i'll even leave if you want, i just wanted you to know that you can tell me whenever you're ready and that i'll listen." neither of you were sure when you'd be ready to admit what had gotten you so upset but you felt comfortable knowing suna rintaro would be there whenever you were ready, whether it be minutes from now or even months.

HINATA SHOYO.

your silence on the walk home was starting to concern him.. maybe im just talking too much... he thought, "hey... im sorry if im talking your ear off.. how was your day angel?" to say he was disappointed with your response would be an understatement. not thar you HAD to talk but usually you were talkative with him and the worry in his tummy was only growing more. a simple, "oh.. my day was alright sho," simply woundn't cut it! "hey, are you feeling okay?" it was silent for a few seconds before you answered a mumbled "i think so, are you feeling alright, sho?" he simply nodded with a "mhm" and you told him to continue on with his story from earlier.

he complied but only to fill the silence. hinata decided to trust you when you said you were okay because you know your own feelings and he knows for a fact he's made it clear before that you could and should let him know if something was bothering you. though you enjoyed listening to hinata's stories you only found yourself getting lost in your own mind whilst he rambled on.you could tell he was suspicious of your behavior but was grateful he had left his curiosity behind because you were sure you would snap if he had asked you if you were okay again, you really didn't want to cry in front of him. truth is, your thoughts were running wild, stressing over the smallest things; assignments due at the end of the week, what you were gonna get your boyfriend for your anniversary, how you were gonna make time for your friends surprise birthday party and helping sho with his studied all the while trying to take care of your own self and keep your own grades afloat. "y/n..? we're at your house.. are you sure your alright? you look a little pale, are you ill?" crap! how had you not noticed you were approaching your own driveway you wanted to slap yourself for being so clueless. you couldn't help but feel horrible for not listening to your boyfriends story also.

"yes sho i'm fine really, i just didn't have time to eat lunch today but i have food inside so don't worry m'may?" he looked at you suspiciously and you knew he was onto you, "y'know y/n, i'm not gonna force you to tell me what's going on but just know i'll always be here for you, okay?" he gave you a small smile before engulfing you into a tight hug, it honestly melted your heart. surprisingly, you didn't start crying on the spot. "y'know, i wanted to trust you when you said you were okay but now i'm not so sure if you were telling the truth," he mumbled into your shoulder. you sighed, giving up the facade. "sho.... i just don't know what to do honestly, i have alot on my plate right now and i'm really stressed with all the responsibilities ive piled onto myself," you admitted. he nodded lifting his head from your shoulder, giving you the brightest smile, "well, i can always help out! i might not be the mooost helpful person ever but i'll try my best, and if anything i'm good moral support!" you giggled at that but suddenly you felt your lip quiver from the sudden guilt you feeling, "i'm sorry for lying to you sho-", "hey! its alright! you dont need to apologize. especially dont need you crying on me now!" he smiled cupping your face in his hands, wiping away a few stray tears of whom managed to escape.

OIKAWA TORU.

you smile back at him and thought of how silly it was that you tried keeping your feelings a secret from your boyfriend of two years, hinata shoyo, feeling glad that you confided in him. he knew you were upset as soon as he saw you that very morning, he could read you like and open book and you knew that fact very well. still though, you tried your best to hide yourself from him, though it was hard considering you sitting right next to him in the passenger seat of his car. finally after a whole day of being worried sick, he was tired of leaving things left unsaid "babyyyy," he sang for you from the kitchen, "please come here a sec!" he yelled for you louder. soon you came trudging down the hallway, blanket wrapped around your body, he couldn't help but smile at how adorable his s/o looked.

"c'mere quickly," he said will a grin, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. "now, i know you know that i know that you're not feeling well, so please tell me what's got my angel so upset?" he said softly rubbing his hand lightly over your back, his voice a little muffled from his cheek being squished against the top of your head. you let out a breath you hadn't even realized you were holding, "'m sorry tooru, i don't know what's wrong with me today.... just not feeling well." you felt him nod against your head in response, "well good thing your amazing boyfriend is here to make you feel all better huh?" you let a out small giggle at that. "you know you can tell me when you're feeling down right? you shouldn't keep things bottled up inside", "i know tooru... im sorry, i just dont really know wbat i'm feeling so down about though," you admitted shyly. "hey that's okay! there absolutely no need to apologize for that, here, look at me, angel," he tilts your face so you're looking up at him, his big soft hands holding your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks lightly, "i'm here whenever you figure it out, hell, even if you dont figure it out or there just isn't any reason at all. you know i'm always, always, always here. i promise you that, m'kay?" he finishes his little speech with a smile, smothering your face in kisses. you could only feel relieved, thankful and loved. because you knew that you would always have your soulmate, oikawa toru by your side.

( a/n ; ahh so im sorry if this has any spelling or grammatical errors it's sort of late as i'm writing this! and im too lazy to proof read.... also it might just all be word vomit and if it is im so sorry 😩 ++ i'm positive ive kept the reader gn throughout the whole thing but if there are slip-ups i promise i'll do better next time! i rlly wanted to write some hq boys when ur feeling anxious and beyond stressed because i have been MEGA struggling with my own anxiety lately, especially bc of school so i just needed to let my feelings go! anywhooo i hope everyone who reads this has an amazing day or night! ) p.s. im new to writing so be nice 2 me or whatever 😩🙄😌👍🏻

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru #oikawa headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro headcanons #hinata shoyo #suna rintaro #hinata x reader #hinata x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #rintaro x reader #shoyo x reader #toru x reader #sunni's works 📓

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - MAGNUS & MAX

“How about Mexico?”

“No.”

“Hmmm. Madrid?”

“No.”

“Paris?”

“No.”

“They have a Disneyland there,” Magnus winked.

“I’m not eight anymore,” Max rolled his eyes.

“Who said Disneyland is just for kids?” Magnus demanded. “Alright then. What about Singapore?”

“No.”

“Okay then let’s keep it local and go to Los Angeles,” Magnus suggested. “You love the beach. And you can even hang out with Octavian.”

“No.”

“Max, why are you being difficult?” Magnus sighed.

“Because it’s my birthday,” Max pointed out. “Why should do I what you people want?”

“Well, we people are your family,” Magnus raised a brow. “We are just trying to make the day special for you! And you know it’s tradition. We go somewhere every year!”

“Well, traditions change,” Max snapped. “I don’t want to go anywhere. In fact, I don’t want to celebrate. So, enough with the planning!”

Magnus tried not to show his disappointment. He loved planning and he loved Max. Alec and Rafe were excited about the trip too – but it was Magnus who loved it the most.

The tradition had started on Max’s 8th birthday. They usually celebrated at home. But Magnus had suggested that maybe the Lightwood-Banes should visit a new country everywhere.

He loved it. He loved sharing little corners of the world he had once discovered on his own. Places that had blessed his eyes but broken his heart – because he had convinced himself that his wandering heart would only ever wander alone. So, he loved returning to those places with his family and silently whispering ‘I made it’ as he held his family close to him.

But Max was right. This wasn’t about Magnus. It was Max’s birthday.

“Okay. I’m sorry,” Magnus said now. “I didn’t mean to push you. We can just have a small par-”

“I SAID I DON’T WANT TO CELEBRATE!” Max yelled.

Magnus flinched.

He was used to temper tantrums.

The cute tantrums like the time when Max had cried when he had found out that Santa wasn’t real.

Even the ugly tantrums like the time when Max had fought with Alec after Rafael had gotten injured during a mission.

God, he was used to the temper tantrums.

But this one hit different – because Magnus couldn’t help but feel it had something do with him.

“Did I do something wrong?” Magnus asked quietly.

“No,” Max whispered. “You can’t help who you are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Magnus demanded.

“Nothing,” Max said. “Just…nothing.”

“Alright, blueberry,” Magnus said softly, and he saw Max wince. “We don’t have to celebrate if you don’t want to.”

“Good,” Max replied shortly.

Magnus should leave him alone. Max always came around after a couple of hours – or sometimes days.

There were still a few hours till his birthday – the day Alec and Magnus had found him in the academy.

But Magnus didn’t want to leave him alone. Max looked just as helpless and alone as he had all those years ago.

“Do you want to tell me why you don’t want to celebrate?” Magnus asked.

“Because I’m not a kid anymore,” Max pointed out.

“Birthdays are not just for children,” Magnus said with a chuckle. “I mean look at me. I’m 900 and I still celebrate my birthday.”

“You’re not 900,” Max rolled his eyes. “And that’s cause you love parties. You threw a party when dad got his first grey hair.”

Because throwing a party is sometimes easier than crying in the bathroom, Magnus wanted to say.

“This is not about parties,” Magnus pointed out. “It’s about you. Why do you not want to celebrate your birthday?”

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?” Max demanded. “It’s not even my real birthday.”

“It’s real to us,” Magnus said, trying not to sound hurt. “Besides, that has never stopped you before. We had so much fun in Shanghai last year. Maybe we could go bac-”

“Bapa,” Max said. “I said no.”

Magnus had taught both his children to say no – to things they didn’t like and to things that made them uncomfortable. He never wanted them to do things that they didn’t want to do.

“Of course,” Magnus nodded and got off the bed. “Okay.”

“It’s not just this year,” Max said when Magnus opened the door. “I never want to celebrate my birthday again.”

Magnus closed it back. No. this conversation was not over.

“Never is an awfully long time, Max,” Magnus said carefully. “Especially for a warlock.”

Max just stayed quiet. Magnus walked over to his and sat down next to him.

Unlike Raphael, who was tall, lean and lithe, Max was broader. He was still tall of course. All Lightwood-Banes were above six feet – a fact Clary was not particularly happy about.

“I know something is bothering you,” Magnus said gently. “If you don’t want to talk to me about it, that’s okay. But at least talk to your dad.”

“I’d rather not,” Max replied. “What good is talking going to do?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Magnus laughed.

Max was quiet again.

“Blue,” Magnus called softly. “What is it? Talk to Bapa.”

Max took a shuddering breath. “I…I don’t wanna grow old.”

And Magnus’ breath hitched.

He knew those words. He feared those words. He had been preparing for a long time to hear those words.

From Alec. From Rafe.

But they had never said it – and Magnus hoped they never will. A part of him was secretly glad that the discussion didn’t come up. He was relieved that the nightmare was over.

But hearing those words from Max – the last one person expected it from – pushed him right back into his nightmare.

“Is it David?” Magnus asked, feeling confused “But I thought you’d be happy about this. You and David both get to grow old together.”

David had been Max’s first boyfriend – and the only person he had loved. Magnus knew they had something special. He had been worried that Max would have a fate similar to his – stumbling around searching for love for centuries and losing all hope.

But Max had taken up after Alec. He had found his love on the very first try. Magnus was glad for these small blessings. He was glad Max didn’t have to stumble.

“Did something happen with David?” Magnus prompted when Max didn’t talk. “Did you guys…have a fight or something?”

Max looked down. “Everything is fine with David. I told him why I didn’t want to celebrate. He understood.”

“And you think I won’t?” Magnus asked. “Come on, blueberry.”

Max winced again. He looked up at him directly then, his blue eyes mournful. “What if you stop calling me that?”

“Why would I ever stop calling you that?” Magnus asked.

“Because I’m growing older,” Max replied quietly. “Tomorrow I’ll be officially older than you are.”

Magnus hadn’t even realized.

Unlike mortals, warlocks looked at age as an abstract concept. It didn’t make sense after a while. Like most things.

Magnus had simply assumed that Max would feel that way. But Max was still very young. He hadn’t lived long enough to understand the beauties and absurdities that came with being an immortal.

“I don’t want to grow old,” Max said again. “I don’t wanna grow older than you.”

“Oh, Max,” Magnus pulled him closer. “It doesn’t change anything.”

“Doesn’t it?” Max demanded, his eyes still teary. “How about if I only stop aging when I’m 40?”

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing,” Magnus pointed, ignoring the lump in his throat. “It means David can grow-”

“Not everything is about David,” Max sounded angry. “What about you? What about us?”

“You’re always going to be my son, Max,�� Magnus promised. “How you look isn’t going to change that.”

Max looked away.

“I promise,” Magnus urged. “It doesn’t make a difference to me.”

“I’m sorry, Bapa,” Max whispered.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I…I don’t want to make it any harder for you.”

“You’re not making anything harder,” Magnus chastised. “Why would you even think that?”

“Because everyone keeps growing up around you,” Max sniffled. “You already have to deal with dad and Rafe. I thought me being a warlock would make things easier. But apparently I was wrong.”

Magnus had thought so too.

But his life had never been easier. It had been a long one. A difficult one. But he liked where he was right now. He wouldn’t trade any of it for anything.

“I tried to do something about it,” Max said hesitantly. “I went to the shadow market and tried to see if I can stop ag-”

“You did what?” Magnus demanded. “Max, you can’t change who you are. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

“But I-”

“But nothing,” Magnus interrupted, feeling angry and terrified all at the same time. “I know people who have tried using this kind of magic – warlocks and mundanes. It doesn’t end well. I don’t want you dabbling with dark magic, Max. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” Max said in a small voice.

“Please,” Magnus said. “It’s dangerous. If something happened to you…Please promise me you won’t try anything like that again.”

“I won’t,” Max said. “I promise.”

Then they were both quiet. Magnus wasn’t used to that.

“It doesn’t matter whether you are a warlock or a shadowhunter or mundane,” Magnus pointed out after a while. “These are things beyond all our control. We need to accept them as they come.”

“It’s hard,” Max only said.

And for some reason Magnus laughed. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

Max rested his head on Magnus’ shoulder. He was just the right height. But Magnus knew it wouldn’t always be that way. Max was still growing.

“It is hard when everyone around you keeps growing up,” Magnus said. “It makes you feel so young and so ancient at the same time. It makes you feel like you are standing still while everyone is running towards something. But it is the life we were given. It’s part of our magic. It’s part of who we are. There is nothing wrong with that.”

“So you don’t mind…You don’t mind me growing older? You’re not mad?”

“Of course not,” Magnus said. “Max, this is something you can’t control. I would never hold it against you. That’s hardly fair.”

“I wish I could control it,” Max whispered.

“I know,” Magnus smiled. “But there are lots of other things you can control.”

“Like what?”

“Like whether you are going to let this ruin your birthday,” Magnus grinned. “Besides, I’m still very much older than you. I’m basically 800.”

“You said you were 900 five minutes ago,” Max laughed softly.

“Ah, it’s hard to keep track of these things,” Magnus shrugged. “I'm such an old, old man.”

Max rolled his eyes. “You promise you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” Magnus promised. “You’re still with me, aren't you – wrinkles and all.”

“I don’t have wrinkles!” Max said indignantly.

“Well, you might,” Magnus shrugged. “And probably crows feet too.”

“I see you are once again using humor to deal with the angst,” Max pointed out dryly.

“Always,” Magnus winked.

Max smiled, just a little.

“Listen to me,” Magnus took his blue hands in his. “It doesn’t matter how old you are or what you look like. You will always be my blueberry.”

“Promise?” Max asked, his voice small.

“I promise,” Magnus smiled.

“Even if my hair turns white and I get…crows feet,” Max chuckled. “What if I only stop aging when I’m 50? When I look like your father? You won’t find it strange?”

Magnus remembered the day they had found Max. The first time Alec had mentioned the topic of marriage. The first time Magnus had realized that maybe happily ever after was a possibility for someone like him.

He still remembered the words Alec had whispered to him that night, as they both rested beneath the crib, where Max was sound asleep.

“It would be strange,” Magnus smiled now. “But I never want a less strange love.”

Max choked back a sob and threw his arms around Magnus. “I love you. Bapa.”

“I love you too, blueberry,” Magnus whispered.

Max held him closer for a long while and Magnus let him. He wasn’t going to let him go – not now. Not ever.

It would be the two of them one day and they had to get used to holding onto each other.

“Now about this trip,” Magnus said, as he pulled back.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Max rolled his eyes fondly.

“Oh, come on!” Magnus complained. “We hardly go on family vacations anymore. You and Rafe are too old and too cool to hang out with your parents.”

“Fine,” Max put his hands up. “But I get to choose.”

“Anywhere you want,” Magnus promised.

“Alright then,” Max said, his eyes no longer tearful, just plain wicked. “I want to go to Peru.”

#AND THEN THEY BROKE INTO PERU JFSNHGKJSHDFK #sorry for the angst homies #max lightwood #magnus bane #lightwood bane family #lightwood banes week #dani writes stuff

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 (𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞)

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez)× Reader (Female) ft. Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Humor.

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Mingi has liked Y/N for the longest time and works up the courage to confess to her.......until he witnesses her confessing to someone else.

Tag: @seacottons . Happy birthday my tiny goofy goober.

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"Scribbling away another love letter that you'll end up throwing in the garbage bin yet again?"

Mingi quickly covered the paper in front of him with his large hands, startled by the voice of his friend who silently came in the room.

"Yeosang don't freaking scare me like that! Seriously, I'm going to ask Seonghwa to put a bell on you."

Adjusting the glasses on his nose, Mingi carefully folded the paper before placing it inside a pink colored envelope which he ended up wrapping a string around it. For the final touch, he attached a small flower on it like he did on all the other ones, this time it was a mini red carnation, which he gently kissed before placing it in the stash with the others.

Yeosang simply shook his head and sighed.

"Mingi, I'm no relationship expert, but don't you think it'd be better to tell Y/N how you feel instead of pouring your heart out into a piece of paper and storing it in a cold corner?"

The taller male sat still for a couple seconds, thinking about his friend's words. Maybe he would....and yet-

"No I- I can't do that! I mean, look at me. I'm just Mingi and she's Y/N."

Yeosang rolled his eyes.

"Yes, glad to see you know both of your names. But what's keeping you from telling her? Like seriously?"

Kicking himself off the chair, Mingi slumped onto his bed, sprawling all over it and groaning dramatically.

"She's super cool, funny, kind, caring and has eyes to die for..."

Lifting his head up he smiled goofily at Yeosang who just scrunched his nose at how lovesick Mingi was. Coming back to reality, Mingi rolled over onto his back. Clutching a nearby pillow, he hugged it as he looked at the ceiling.

"And I'm just me.......she'd never fall for someone like me..."

Yeosang sat next to him. Patting his arm in an effort to comfort him, he suggested:

"Why not try still? Who knows? Maybe you'll end up being surprised yourself."

Mingi pondered over his Yeosang's words long after he was gone. He looked back at the stash of written confessions he had drafted over the past months.

"Why not? After all, it wouldn't hurt me to try......"

"Right?"

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Y/N paced back and forth around the living room, feeling extremely anxious and agitated.

"It's ok Y/N. Just breathe and you'll be fine. The worse he can do is reject you right? No biggie." She mentally told herself.

Looking back at the cake on the island, she double checked to make sure it looked perfect and even. She had to remind herself to thank Yunho for telling her what his friend's favorite cake was, even if he had demanded a cake of his own as payment for the information. She got startled when she finally heard the door open.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!" She couldn't keep herself from fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater.

Maybe there was still time to back out of this, maybe she could pretend she dropped the cake for all of them, even if he was the only one there at that moment. She was so frustrated she actually leaned her forehead against the wall in front of her and whined lowly.

"Y/N?" She finally heard him speak.

Without turning around, she lifted a hand behind her to signal him to not speak. Taking a deep breath she declared:

"Listen! I'm only going to say this once so hear me out...."

The man behind her stood there, eyeing her curiously, wondering what she'd say. He was pretty shocked when he heard her continue.

"I've liked you for the longest time now...... like seriously like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest..."

Sighing softly, she got to the final part.

"I understand if you don't feel the same, if you'll see me as nothing but a friend. After all, you're an idol and have so many pretty faces constantly surrounding you, and you're so handsome, so perfect and sweet and cute and- ugh! I just wanted to let you know that I really really like you ok?!"

She felt so embarrased by herself and actually contemplated banging her head against the concrete in front of her. She already could feel the rejection coming, the silence being the huge indicator. Not able to bear the silence anymore, she turned around.

"Stop dragging it on and just tell me- Seonghwa?!"

She was beyond mortified when she saw the eldest Ateez member in front of her, who was now poking at the cake.

"I mean........ I appreciate the sentiment Y/N, but you should know my favorite ice cream is strawberry. Not .....whatever this is..."

Y/N snatched the cake away from him.

"It's not for you idiot! And the confession wasn't for you either!"

Seonghwa pretended to be hurt by her words.

"Ouch. You hurt me so bad." He mock pouted, causing her to roll her eyes.

"But honestly, thank God it wasn't for me. I was about to get a heart attack from thinking about how to let you down gently."

Y/N looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, no offense Y/N. You're cute and all but I just see you as a friend." He explained.

"None taken. You're cute and all but I just see you as the other's nanny." She teased him.

"Hey you take that back!" He swatted at her, causing her to laugh and almost drop the cake.

"Ok but if you weren't expecting me to come by the door? Who were you expecting?"

Leaning his elbow on the wall, Seonghwa looked at Y/N with a mischievous twinkle in the eye.

"Tell me. I must know who among our members is it that makes your heart pound so much?"

"That's my secret." She pretended to zip her lips tightly.

"Awww come on! I hardly get any excitement anymore! Tell me! I wanna know!" He continued pestering her to dish it out.

She bit her lip before deciding she could trust him.

"It's.....it's Mingi. ..."

Seonghwa immediately got a shocked look on his face which terrified Y/N, but then it confused her when he started smiling widely.

"Are you serious?! That's great!" Seonghwa actually hugged her tightly.

"Why is that great?"

Seonghwa leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Because, he may or may not be also crushing on you....hard."

Seonghwa chuckled at her reaction.

"Cute. Super cute."

Seonghwa couldn't resist the urge to nuzzle his nose against her cheek, making Y/N make gagging noises at his affection and jokingly attemp to escape his grasp.....

Yet neither of them noticed the heartbroken pair of eyes that was watching them.

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Mingi was upset for the next few days and didn't even try to hide it. He couldn't get that image out of his head. He could still hear Y/N's voice say:

"I've liked you for the longest time now...... like seriously like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest...

I just wanted to let you know that I really really like you ok?!"

He was so shocked to hear her say that. For the longest time he had wanted to hear her utter those words....

But they weren't for him, they were for someone else.

He couldn't stay anymore. He quietly exited the dorm to give them both the space they needed. Waiting for several minutes outside, he debated whether to go back inside and see what happened or just go back to the company to practice the choreography once more and hopefully get his mind off things. Curiosity getting the better of him, Mingi slowly opened the door again and silently peeked his head back in.

He instantly regretted it and wished he had just gone back to practice. It absolutely destroyed him watching his Hyung be lovey dovey with the girl of his dreams and he knew he'd hate the coming days. Which was why he stayed in his room or just went out to practice to keep his mind occupied.

He wasn't in the mood to play with Yunho, mess with Hongjoong and especially not eat what Seonghwa cooked. It started to worry the others and of course, it also worried Y/N to no end. She tried to cheer him up, make him his favorite foods or try to get him out of bed, but it was all in vain. Mingi would end up shutting down more and just dismissing her attempts, sometimes harshly.

"Y/N please just leave me alone! I don't want to see you!" He yelled at her one day when he just couldn't control what he'd kept bottled up inside.

He instantly felt bad when he saw her sad and disappointed eyes, but didn't apologize. He simply grabbed his coat and went for a walk, leaving the poor girl in total disillusionment. Y/N sat down on his bed, her hand gently stroking the throw blanket he always kept.

"Now you've got a long face. Don't tell me it's contagious."

Usually she'd chuck a pillow at Yeosang's comment, but she didn't even feel like doing that.

"What's with you?" Yeosang asked as he took a seat next to her.

"I'm just....hurt.." She admitted.

"Why?" He continued his interrogation.

"I just......wanted to help Mingi but instead he lashed out at me and it hurts because I care about him a lot and it hurts to have the person you like treat you so coldly."

She didn't even realize she had just told Yeosang her secret, but she was too hurt to even think about the words coming out of her mouth. Yeosang however seemed intrigued by what she said, and knowing how Mingi was pining for her as well, couldn't understand either why he'd make her feel that way.

"If it's any consolation..... he likes you too."

Although Seonghwa had already hinted that Mingi liked her too, she couldn't really take his words seriously because Seonghwa tended to misinterpret things. But she knew Yeosang was straightforward and honest in everything, plus he wouldn't make something like this up.

"He does?" She looked at him incredulously.

Yeosang nodded. Remembering the box Mingi hid, he got up, not caring whether it was ok or not to do this, but something had to be done. Picking up the red box he placed it on Y/N's lap.

"Read them. They're Mingi's. Maybe there you'll find a clue about what's bothering him."

Ruffling the top of her head, Yeosang exited the room and closed the door behind him, knowing she'd probably want the privacy.

Snapping the latch up, Y/N was more than surprised to see several letters neatly laid out in the box. There were at least a dozen of them, all addressed to her and stacked by the order they were written in. The envelopes were all different colors, and each had a unique flower attached to it, some already dried out from how old they were, but others were still fresh and vibrant. Picking up the first one in the stack, she noticed it was dated 1 week after she had just moved into the apartment next to them.

"Dear Y/N,

I know you'd find it odd to hear me say this, but I think you're so pretty and nice and I was wondering if one day you'd like to go on a date with me? Let me know."

She giggled softly at how cute he was. She poured over the next letters one by one, each time they were getting longer and longer than the last one, and they certainly became more romantic.

"Dear Y/N,

It's been only a few minutes since we all went to bed cause New Year's is over, but I honestly can't sleep. Not when my head is filled with images of you at the party, looking absolutely gorgeous in that dress you wore. Let me tell you, I could hardly keep myself still when the fireworks began. I seriously wanted to kiss you right then and there, and I would have, but that would have probably freaked you out and I can't have that. Admiring you was enough for me and I know I will get to kiss you, even if it's only in my dreams."

Y/N fondly remembered that. She recalled how she fantasized about Mingi kissing her as well. She desperately wanted him to cup her face and just plant his luscious lips on hers. She could feel herself blushing as she thought about how they would feel and what would they taste like. It was well an hour later but she finally reached the last letter, which was actually written up just yesterday. This time it was in a dark blue envelop and it had a tiny stem of Forget-Me-Nots on it.

"Dear Y/N,

I know it's foolish to keep writing these things when I now know you can never be mine, when I know your heart belongs to someone else. But I need to get it off my chest and finally say this:

I love you..."

She clutched her heart when she read that, tears already forming in her eyes.

"I love you, but I can never have you. Yet I hold no resentment towards you. You're free to love who you want. I wish you and Seonghwa Hyung nothing but happiness and I hope he treats you like the princess you are.

Forever yours, hoping you never forget me,

Song Mingi."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what he meant by being happy with Seonghwa. Then it hit her. Mingi had started acting strange the day after the misunderstanding with Seonghwa happened. Which meant he must have seen something and thought-

"Oh my God!"

Y/N quickly ran out the room, almost bumping into San who dramatically slammed his back on the wall, holding his beloved baby high above any danger.

"It's ok my precious Byeol! Your father has saved you from this heathen who doesn't know that she shouldn't run in the house especially when I'm with child!"

San shook his head and held the feline close to him as he walked into his room to play with her, singing an unintelligible tune that wasn't exactly pleasant to the siamese' ears.

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Y/N was once again sweating nervously. She kept looking and shuffling the plate of macarons in the middle of the table. She specifically poked at the pink one, hoping it wouldn't fall apart or anything. She could hardly take a sip out of her own coffee as she waited for Mingi to get there. She was beginning to worry he wouldn't show up at all, but Yeosang promised to make sure he did. She took out her phone to text Yeosang, ask him if he succeeded or should she just think of something else.

"Y/N? Did you call me here?"

She fumbled with her phone that almost dropped out of her hands when she finally heard Mingi and saw him standing there in front of her.

"Uhm...yeah. Please sit."

She gestured for him to sit which he hesitantly did. He kept his glance on the table, not even looking at the drink or treats in front of him. Wanting to break the ice, Y/N shifted the cup and plates closer to him.

"Look. I got your favorites."

She hoped to get a reaction out of him, but nothing. He barely batted an eyelash at them.

"Oh.....thanks...." Still made no move to take anything.

Feeling impatient, Y/N shoved the plate of macarons closer, making it touch his hand.

"Mingi.....won't you please take one?"

He sighed in defeat, and as expected, he took the pink one.

"I appreciate your effort Y/N. You're a good friend. But don't you think your boyfriend might get jealous of you doing this? We all know how Seonghwa is with his possessions."

Y/N wanted to refute that statement right then and there, but instead, she chose to wait. Mingi took a bite out of the macaron, or at least attempted to but it felt oddly hard and weird. Examining it closely, he accidentally broke it apart in two pieces, and out came a tiny folded paper. Mingi looked at Y/N, who just pointed to the paper, her eyes urging him to open it. Mingi carefully unfolded the paper and his eyes went wide as he read the contents:

"I love you too♡"

Confused and wondering what it meant, he was going to ask Y/N about it, but she began explaining:

"That day.....that you saw me and Seonghwa..... I thought it was you who was standing behind me."

If they weren't sitting in a booth and had instead been at one of the tables with high chairs, Mingi would have seriously fallen out of it.

"That confession....was supposed to be for you.."

Mingi couldn't believe what he was hearing. He actually pinched himself to make sure it wasn't another beautiful delusion his mind was making up.

"Are.....are you serious?" He had to be sure.

Y/N nodded her head.

"Then....then why was Seonghwa kissing your cheek afterwards?"

Y/N giggled softly.

"That wasn't a kiss. He was just being the little shit he was and teasing me about you."

Now it all made sense. Seonghwa did enjoy teasing Y/N and that teasing was always followed by a pinch to her cheek, a squeezing of her nose, or even messing up her hair.

"So it was all a misunderstanding?" Mingi asked.

"Yeah. A rather big and painful one if you ask me." She added sadly.

Then Mingi's eyes shot up as he realized something.

"Wait! What do you mean you love me too?"

Now it was Y/N's turn to blush.

"Well...... Yeosang kinda showed me all the letters you wrote."

Mingi thought he was about to have a heart attack.

"Please tell me you didn't read them all."

When she bit her lip, Mingi grimaced and covered his face.

"How embarrassing. I want to die now."

"Well.....I thought they were really sweet and romantic. I loved every one of them."

Peeking out through his fingers, Mingi squeaked out an "Really?"

Y/N couldn't resist the urge to uncover his face and coo at him.

"Yes I did, almost as much as I love you."

Mingi blushed intensely at her words, both of them bursting out into little giggles.

"So that cake you made.......those words you said..... it is for me?" He looked at Y/N with hope in his eyes.

"It was always you Mingi."

Pouting, Mingi held out his pinkie.

"Promise?"

Linking her own pinkie in his, she promised:

"Promise it was you and it will always be you."

Mingi was happy once again now that everything was cleared up and he found out the girl he loved reciprocated his feelings. They left the cafe together, both shy and quiet as if they were a newlywed couple. Mingi kept glancing over at her, wanting to say something, but didn't know what. Unconsciously, he brushed his hand against hers.

"Sorry!" He apologized when she whipped her head at him.

"I swear! I wasn't trying to-"

His words got caught in his throat when she held his hand and continues walking as if it was totally normal. Mingi couldn't stop himself from smiling at their physical contact.

"So uhh..........when is it an acceptable time to have our first kiss?"

His question made her burst out laughing. He however didn't find it funny.

"I'm serious! I just want to know when it'll be an acceptable time to kiss my girlfriend!" He complained.

Stopping in their tracks, Y/N faced him.

"Ok you really wanna know?"

Mingi nodded. Feeling bold, Y/N got on her tippy toes and pecked his lips so quickly it took Mingi a couple seconds to register what happened. Y/N began running back away and laughing at his dumbfounded expression. Once he got over the shock, Mingi began sprinting over to her.

"Hey! No fair! Come back here! I wasn't ready! Let me kiss you properly!"

Having longer legs, he easily caught her and threw her over his shoulder.

"That was so mean." He huffed as he began walking again, not caring if people looked at them weird.

"Ok what can I do to make it up to you?" She offered.

Humming softly, Mingi answered:

"I want you to cuddle me while we watch movies."

Y/N shrugged.

"Done. It's a deal."

Not hiding the smug smile on his face, Mingi added:

"And I want to kiss you."

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Studio Sessions 1

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate.

A chaptered 0T7 smut.

The Taehyung Collaboration - Smut

"You should take a break baby, it's your birthday." You whined at him while rubbing his shoulders.

Turning in his chair he chuckled, "We've already had sex 3 times today, I'm getting old jagi, I can't keep up." He kissed your hand that was gently massaging his old injury.

The doorbell rang and Taehyung came in with his cake followed by the other 5 members. They sang and left, visits to Yoongi's studio we're usually kept pretty short, he made no qualms about telling them he'd rather be alone.

Taehyung was the last to leave as usual. His affinity for Yoongi was endearing, always taking his time when he was allowed to be in the studio.

"What did you wish for Hyung?" the curious dongsaeng asked.

You kissed his cheek grinning with a raised eyebrow, "Yeah what did you wish for?"

He shook his head and groaned, "I wished that Taehyung would take you off my hands and fuck the shit out of you so I could get some work done."

"Interesting," you tried not to let his words fluster you.

It was a game he liked to play, albeit usually not in front of people. Yoongi liked to be vocal in bed, calling you a slut, asking which of his friends you wanted to fuck. You'd spoken about three somes but nothing ever came from it. Now, here you were.

Looking from him to Teahyung you went along with it, "Well, I did tell you you could have anything you wanted today."

Poor Taehyung stood with his mouth open as Yoongi shrugged, "I've got work to do, just keep it down."

Grabbing his hand playfully you pulled Tae over to the green leather couch, he stood not knowing what was happening.

Looking over his shoulder Yoongi let the words leave his lips, "Go ahead Tae, she's fucking instiable. Think of it as doing me a favour."

Taehyung looked at you questioningly, so you nodded in approval. Like a switch had flicked inside him, his hungry sexuality was now on display. His duality always amazed you, changing his whole persona in a heartbeat. You knew he was never as shy as he pretended to be, now you looked forward to seeing just how bold he would get.

Staring you down he rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip. His eyes went dark before swirling his tongue around the appendage and forcing it into your mouth.

Yoongi let out a laugh, "oh baby girl, I think you may have just met your match.

It took all of two seconds to learn that Tae was 100% Dom. Grabbing your face he pulled you in close, so close you thought he was going to kiss you but instead he hissed, "Get on your knees."

You got down reaching to undo his pants, you couldn't wait to see him. It was a common joke amongst the members that Tae's cock was so huge and talented that it could easily be named the 8th member of BTS.

"No touching," he said, swatting your hand away. Undoing himself, the baggy brown dress pants fell around his barefeet. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his semi hard honey cock was already impressive against his dark full pubic hair.

A quiet,"Fuck," slipped out of your mouth. You could hear Yoongi shift, back still turned in his chair.

Teahyung's large hand wrapped around his dick as he tapped it on your lips, getting it harder and harder. "Do you think you can take it all, be a good little girl choking around my cock?"

Opening your mouth as far as you could, you sure as hell were going to try.

Moving his hands to hold both sides of your face he pushed himself in slowly. His head fell back and he sighed.

"She's good right?" Yoongi offered from his work station.

You wondered if he felt jealous, was he enjoying it? Suddenly Taehyung thrust into your throat making you gag, "Pay attention!"

Testing your limits he shoved himself deeper, holding himself there until you struggled for air. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as he continued the pattern, leaving you gasping everytime he pulled back out.

"I told you to fuck her, not kill her," Yoongi had turned to watch. "Tell Tae our safe word baby."

He used your hair to pull you off him, saliva dripping down your chin. Taehyung waited for the answer, "It's Mercy, and I've never had to fucking use it so keep going Tae."

Tae laughed,"Get up and strip, I've been imagining what those tits look like for years."

Yoongi cleared his throat as if to scold the younger man. "You're the one who asked for this, we're just giving you what you wished for," Tae said a little to defyingly.

Walking over to his chair you knew he was questioning his decision to do this. You leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "If you want me to stop I will, I belong to you."

That was all he needed, a reassurance that despite who was fucking you, you were still thinking of him. He gave you a slight nod to continue.

Turning back to face Taehyung you got on your knees between Yoongi's legs, "unzip me baby?"

Undoing the zipper of your dress he let his fingertips trail over back. A shiver took over your skin turning your nipples into hard pebbles. As you stood, the dress fell to the floor leaving you on display. You'd foregone any undergarments in the anticipation of today's events. However, your wildest imagination couldn't have prepared you for this.

Taehyung walked towards you, cupping your breast, "God you're perfect." He said leaning in to finally kiss you.

His mouth, his soft lips, his warm tongue, he moved them down your neck, making you moan. Pinching your nipple while asking softly in your ear, "How do you want me to fuck you?"

Making eye contact with your boyfriend you answered, "I love it from behind...leaning over the desk."

Yoongi could only shake his head at you, "you're really determined to keep me from working today aren't you?"

Sliding his chair and keyboard to the side he gestured to the empty spot on the desk, "don't let me stop you."

Strategically positioning yourself on an angle, you made sure your tits would be bouncing in Yoongi's face while Tae fucked you. He pretended to do work as you bent over waiting for Tae's giant cock to make it's entrance.

You heard him spit before it landed and slid down the crack of your ass. Using his fingers he spread the slick of his saliva over you. "I don't think you even need this, you're so wet already."

You winced as you felt the head of his cock attempt entrance, "such a tight little hole Y/N."

He really was big, not just in length but the sheer girth was beyond normal. They made a special category of porn for dicks like this. "For fucks sake Tae, just fucking shove it in."

So he did. Nothing held back, full force, one thrust and it was in. It jolted you so hard you smashed into Yoongi with a whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks. Tae stayed frozen inside you while Yoongi held your face, "You're doing so good baby, let him know when he can move."

He kissed you, his lips soft and delicate on yours, a huge contrast to the stabbing pain radiating from between your legs.

Tae was patient as he ran his hands over your skin. Reaching between your legs his fingertip found your clit and he began rubbing it trying to bring back some of your lost arousal. Slowly you moved, adjusting yourself to Taehyung's cock by rocking him in and out little by little.

"You feel so fucking good Y/N, are you ready? I want to make you cum so badly, cum all over my cock…"

When he knew you were okay, he picked up his assault on your pussy. The pleasure mixed with pain had you moaning and crying while he seemed to get off on knowing he was afflicting you with both.

Yoongi watched, staring at you as his friend fucked you right beside him. You could tell he was enjoying himself as he palmed himself over his jeans.

"Do you want more baby?" He asked you.

"I always want more Yoongi, help me cum, you know what I want."

Pushing his chair closer to you, you braced yourself on the arms. He did know what you needed, he knew your body so well he could get you to cum in seconds. Reaching out to grab both your breasts he sucked and licked back and forth until your moans were so loud he wasn't sure the soundproofing would muffle it.

Picking up speed as you got wetter Tae was grunting trying to hold off a little longer. Yoongi could tell you were just about to peak. "Cum on his cock baby, I want to watch," he slid his tongue around your nipple and you hit your high.

"Fuuuuck, I'm coming, fuck...Tae don't stop…"

He sloppily thrust a few more times and shot his cum deep inside you.

Yoongi collapsed back in his chair while Tae was leaning over you pressed into your back. Trying to catch his breath, he laid small kisses over your shoulders and repeatedly muttered thank you.

After a few awkward minutes Yoongi broke the silence, "So thanks for the birthday party."

Tae took the hint and began putting his clothes back on. Walking him to the door you left a kiss on his now shy blushing cheek. Yoongi shouted from across the room, "Yah, don't make this weird...and for fucks sake don't tell anyone."

The door clicked shut and you made you way over to your boyfriend. Sitting naked in his lap Taehyung's cum dripped out of you puddling on Yoongi's jeans. "Oh no, I got you pants wet. You should probably take them off."

His smiling mouth hung open, "You still haven't had enough?"

Just about to say you hadn't, you heard the lock tone of the keypad and the handle turning.

Jimin came bustling in and immediately began blushing, "I'm sorry..." he said, but he made no quick effort to leave. "I just...wanted to make sure you had a happy birthday." He licked his plush lips while staring.

You looked at Yoongi and he palmed his face. "You should be careful what you wish for I guess," you couldn't help but laugh.

Giving in Yoongi sighed, "Come on in Jimin, it seems like everyone's getting presents tonight."

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Jimin

J-Hope & Joon

Jin

Jungkook

Yoongi

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Death Would Be Kinder [Prologue]

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[Drusilla/Spike/Calendar!Reader]

Words: 1591

Fic Concept: Jenny Calendar’s sister spends some “quality time” with the Season 2 Vampire Squad.

TW/CW: violence

AN: Idea came from @prose-for-hire ‘s submission to the fic title game. It's a tad different from the original concept, but I just had so much fun with it! (Planned to be somewhere between 5-10 parts.)

It was Buffy’s 17th birthday today, but the mood seemed too heavy in the car for any giggling between the two of you. Truth be told, you both had a lot on your minds; not that you would have actually told her anything about your problems. You were staring out the window, picking absently at some dried paint on your arm; you never were able to master being tidy while you painted. Your older sister, Jenny, was driving the two of you to The Bronze, where the rest of the group was lying in wait to surprise her with a birthday bash. You made eye contact with her when she looked through the rear view at you, and you could tell she was just as worried as you were about recent developments.

Your Uncle had come into town recently and berated the two of you for letting Buffy and Angel get so close. Unfortunately for you and Jenny, if something didn't change quickly, Angel could lose his soul. All the work of your ancestors taken to curse him would be undone, and there would be no way to fix it. It's not that you wanted Angel to be unhappy, but the vengeance curse against Angel was not only important to your people, but possibly the thing that kept him from being a monster. If anything jeopardized that, it would crush Buffy and the gang. You didn't want to let anyone down.

Jenny pulled into the side street -having arrived at The Bronze- and you undid your seat belt. Before you could open your door, Buffy pulled your hand away from the handle.

“This looks funky, stop for a sec.”

You and Jenny both squinted, trying to see what she was even talking about. It took you both a moment, but sure enough there were two vamps clambering around on a truck in the shadows. Jenny tried to talk Buffy out of fighting them, but she left anyway. Something about destiny and all that. You were just impressed she could see that well in the dark.

Watching Buffy fight the vamps left you wincing, pitying the undead for having to go through such a beat down. You hung on the edge of your seat and leaned on the passenger seat in front of you. The two of you left in the vehicle hadn't had a chance to talk in private since Uncle had spilled the beans on the Angel problem.

“What are we going to do about the curse, Jenny?”

She made a face and shook her head, she didn't know what to do either. She knew more about the curse than you did -magic was never your strong suit- and if she didn't know, you both were stuck.

“If only there was a way to separate them.” You were spit-balling.

“Right, and how do you suggest we do that?”

She had a point, Buffy and Angel had been practically attached at the hip recently. You opened your mouth to speak, but paused as Buffy tossed the last vamp through a window into The Bronze. You and Jenny both made reactionary sounds that could only be summed up as “Yikes noises” and scrambled out of the car. Buffy hopped through the broken window and you both inspected the window. Jenny picked up a crate one of the vamps had been carrying and carried it inside.

After some pleasantries and some “Yeah, sorry! Vampires exist” talk with Oz, the group crowded around the mystery box. It was no secret that those vamps were Spike’s men, so whatever it was, it was definitely not good.

Your worry was confirmed when an arm shot out of the box, strangling Buffy before she and Angel managed to rip it away from her throat. According to Angel, it was the arm of The Judge. That meant Spike was building a one-man-apocalypse like some kind of demonic Lego figurine.

You glanced at Jenny, trying to communicate your plan silently as you addressed the group. “Someone has to take this thing as far away from here as possible- separate it from the other pieces.”

Jenny was quick, immediately understanding your idea.

“Angel, it has to be you. You're the only one who can protect this thing.”

It took a little convincing, but a plan was soon agreed on. You and Jenny shared a “Thank God” glance, secretly pleased that Angel and Buffy would be separated, at least temporarily. You could rest easy in the fact that Angelus wouldn't be loosed on the world in a freak accident of soul-losing proportions.

Or so you thought...

A couple hours later, you were back in the library doing research. Angel and Buffy had lost the box, and had everyone regroup to study up on The Judge.

To be entirely honest, you were doodling in your notes. Every text on The Judge said exactly the same thing, sometimes even verbatim. The Judge cannot be killed by any weapon forged by Man. It was exhausting!

Luckily for you, Buffy decided to break up the research with some good old fashioned recon, and Jenny suggested you go with them. Buffy was about to protest, but you cut her off.

“With the exception of you supernatural folks, I do have the best track record of holding my own. No offense, guys,” Xander seemed less than pleased with your not-so-subtle brag, but you continued anyway. “And, I’d be able to map parts of the facility super quick and easy. We’ll need that info if we plan on making a move.”

Reluctantly, Buffy and Angel agreed to take you with them and you snatched your notepad and pencil from the table, glad to be free from the texts and tomes… Even if it meant putting you in direct danger. You briefly wondered if maybe you shouldn't see a therapist about that someday, but shrugged it off as the three of you left the building.

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Upon reaching the factory, the three of you climbed the fire escape and ducked into a broken, old window over a set of rafters. You had already begun sketching the layout of the rooms as you took in the sights below. It looked like some kind of party, to be plain. Vamps were crawling all throughout the place, a crystal bowl of what looked like punch rested on a table covered with cups in the middle of the warehouse space, and tall lattice-backed chairs were loosely strewn around a banquet table. You and Buffy creeper ahead on the grate walkway above it all. Your eyes were locked on the party, but you could assume Angel was following behind; he was too quiet for you to hear.

Your eyes fell on Spike, he was in a wheelchair. He seemed to be enjoying himself despite his weakened state, talking to someone just out of your line of sight. Not a second later, you saw Drusilla dancing her way across the floor, swaying to her own beat and sweeping the red chiffon ribbons of her dress through the air. Buffy gasped softly, but you didn't see whatever she'd seen.

“That's him. The Judge,” Angel whispered from behind you both and pointed.

You saw him, just as he craned his ugly blue head up to spot the three of you gawking. Fuck.

You spun to face the window, finding two vamps in the way of your escape. Buffy and Angel had flanked you from both sides, but fighting this many vamps was completely futile. Before long, the three of you were dragged in front of Spike, Drusilla and The Judge. Spike rolled his chair forward to get a better look at Buffy.

“Well, Well- look what we have here! Crashers.”

“I'm sure our Invitations just got lost in the mail,”

You almost rolled your eyes at Buffy’s one-liner. How she managed wise-cracks at a time like this was beyond you. Ignoring the monologues, your eyes darted around in search for an escape method. Nothing came to mind, but when you turned back into the conversation, Drusilla’s eyes had locked with yours.

She was ever so slightly swaying to music you couldn't hear and your eyes followed her intently. She raised two fingers, pointed at each of your eyes and gestured to her own. She beckoned you. She was enchanting. Beautiful. She was- she broke contact as Buffy suddenly made a move and you took a second to follow suit, twisting out of a vamp’s hold and knocking him -and accidentally yourself- off balance. You were suddenly unsure of your footing, almost groggy as you fought.

Angel pulled a chain, crashing a pile of video monitors you hadn't noticed down from their perch onto The Judge. The three of you scattered. You ducked behind some crates and heard Drusilla call for the lackeys to chase. You spotted Angel and Buffy slipping into a sewer drain and psyched yourself up to book it twenty feet to get there to join them. You took one last look behind the crates -Drusilla locked eyes with you- and you booked it, not entertaining her gaze this time.

As you dropped down the sewer drain, you caught a glimpse of her, just staring at you. You scanned both directions of the sewer system, but found no trace of Buffy or Angel. In a split second you picked a direction and ran. You didn't stop running. Not for breath, not to look behind you, and certainly not to entertain the nagging memory of Drusilla’s eyes, staring into your soul as they'd done just minutes ago.

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FORGETFUL T.D.

Summary: You were maybe a little too forgetful at times, after all these years, Tim still wasn’t used to it.

Warning: Fluff

A/N: This may or may not be based off the fact that I do in fact forget that I do not have 20/20 vision.

Also I’ve finally got back to my laptop after a week and let me tell you did I miss writing 😫 some posts might be delayed, sorry 😭

Word Count: 1.9k

Tim hated how forgetful you were.

He hated that that you forgot the simplest of things like taking the trash out or emptying the dishwasher. You forgot dates, when you were supposed to meet up with him, and birthdays. Your memory was horrible, you didn't wish for it to be, but you couldn't help it. Forgetting things has been a problem your whole life.

Hell, you would even forget the punchline to the joke that you were telling.

What you lacked in memory, you made up for in fighting. You had been a vigilante for far longer than Tim had. Where he was an amazing detective, you were a lethal weapon. The two of you together was the perfect combination when it came to crime fighting. It was why Batman always set the two of you together.

Bruce Wayne never adopted you as a kid - you had your own great parents. However, after figuring out that Barbra Gordon - a family friend of yours - was Batgirl, you somehow figured out the rest of the gang. Bruce reluctantly agreed to train you. However, he learned pretty quickly just how forgetful you were.

It was frustrating at first. He was the world's greatest detective, a great memory had to be part of the gig. However, he learned to accommodate to you, that was how you got paired up with Tim when he joined the team. The two of you were close, too close to be just friends.

It was only after a few months of constantly working together did the two of you start dating as well. A year after that, the two of you moved in together. That was when Tim really started to realize just how forgetful you really were. As much as it drove him crazy, he also found it too adorable.

Tim got into the habit of leaving sticky notes everywhere for you to remember. You loved to read his little notes - even though they were to remind you to do something that you didn't even want to do in the first place. He always left a little heart at the bottom of it.

Half the time you didn't even have to say anything and Tim was already handing you something that you misplaced. He was your blessing, your savior.

You could be his downfall sometimes. On missions, you forced yourself to go over the plan several times so that it would stick. Thankfully, for the most part you were pretty good at remembering what needed to be done and when. You knew the costs of what would happen if you messed up and made sure that a failed mission was never on you.

That didn't mean you would forget the small things, like restocking weapons and gadgets. There were a few times that you would be out fighting on the streets and run out of batarangs to throw. It would leave you in trouble and someone would have to come give you a hand. Thankfully, it was never a big enough mistake to have someone's life taken.

You and Tim were well into adult hood and had been dating for years. As you got older, the more you realized how much you loved him. It was like everyday there was something new about him that you fell in love with even more.

That week, Tim was already upset with you because you had forgot about the date night that he had planned. You tried your best to make it up to him, but he was still rather upset about it. You had tried every trick in the book - puppy eyes, the pout, doing everything that he asked above and beyond, even treating him with home cooked meals every day. None of it worked.

"Tim," you sighed. He was working at his desk on his laptop, back towards you and no sign of giving you any attention. You stalked towards him, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and placing a bunch of kisses against his cheek. "Tim, I'm sorry. I know this date meant a lot to you, I didn't mean to forget about it."

"I know you didn't," Tim sighed. He turned his head slightly so you could kiss his lips this time. "I know you never mean to forget, it's just... I had a lot planned."

"What can I do to make up for it?" You asked. After trying all week, you were out of ideas. Tim didn't really answer you, so you had taken it upon yourself to sit on his lap so you had all your attention. "Timmy, please."

"Let's get ready for patrol," Tim suggested. He gave you a quick peck on the lips before grabbing you by the legs and carrying you into where you kept your suits. If he was still giving you kisses then he couldn't have been that mad. There was only once that he went three days without so much as a cheek kiss.

Reluctantly, you followed Tim's request to go out on patrol without another plea to get him to forgive you. This wasn't the first time that you had forgotten about a date with him, he was never this upset about it before. It was best not to worry about it while you were out in the city, distractions were never good in Gotham.

You and Tim were perched on a rooftop that overlooked the city. It wasn't until you were up there, did you realize that once again you had forgotten something: your contacts.

Lucky for you, your eyesight wasn't terrible. It was bad enough that you shouldn't drive without your glasses but you could easily make it through a day in your house without them. However protecting Gotham while having to make precise, metric moves? That was something that you shouldn't have forgotten contacts for.

Since Tim was already mad at you for forgetting one thing that week, you decided that it was best not to say anything. You were too far from home to just go grab a pair and you didn't exactly carry any on you - after tonight it was probably a good idea to throw a pair into your belt in case this happened again.

The night was fine at first, you and Tim took down a few thugs with ease. You didn't miss your contacts too much and thankfully whenever you threw a weapon, Tim didn't notice how bad your aim was. It was brutal had many times you missed your target and you were sure that the people you were fighting noticed.

You and Tim were back on the rooftop scouting the city. Tim spotted another crime from down below and pulled out his grappling gun to get there. You had done the same, and aimed it in the same spot that Tim had his. However, without your contacts, you had missed entirely and you were already jumping from the roof.

It took you less than a second to realize that you were free-falling. Lucky for you, it took Tim even less time.

"(Y/N)!" Tim yelled, not caring that he used your real name. Tim had already landed in the spot that he had desired to and thanks to his incredible reflexes, he had managed to shoot his grappling hook back towards you. You were meters from hitting the ground before Tim had snatched you up.

The two of you stood on the ledge, hearts racing from what had just happened. You nearly died, all because you were stupid enough to forget your contacts.

Tim didn't care that you were on the job, he pulled you in for a long, panicked kiss. He swore that you could hear his heart racing through his chest. You had come to a lot of close calls but this was completely different than anything you had gone through. Never had a near death been your own fault.

"What the hell was that?" Tim still held your face in his hands, scared to ever let you go again.

"I, uh," you looked down in shame. It was ridiculous and you didn't want to admit the truth. "I forgot my contacts at home."

Tim's eyes closed and an annoyed breath escaped him. You could only stand there and watch as he walked away from you. Tim frustratingly paced back and forth in front of you with his hands being thrown up in the air. He was pissed at you, it was obvious.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tim finally spoke again. "This is ridiculous, how did you forget your contacts? Why did you not say anything? You could have died right there! Do you know how heart broken I would have been? How we all would have been? Just because you forgot your contacts! I'm tired of this, (Y/N). This is getting out of hand."

"Red Robin-" You cut yourself. This wasn't the time to use your hero names, not when he was so emotional about this. "Tim. I'm sorry. You were already mad about this week and I didn't want to upset you more. I should have known better, I'm sorry. I've been trying to be better, I really am."

"Fuck, (Y/N)," Tim stalked back to you. He pulled you into a hug, a much needed one. As angry and frustrated as he was, it didn’t mean he didn’t love you and it didn’t mean he wasn’t worried. "I'm just glad you're okay, I love you."

"I love you too," You mumbled into him. "I'm going to make that date up to you, tonight, everything that I've ever done wrong. I just wish you would tell me why you were so upset this time."

Tim pulled just enough away from you that he could look into your masked eyes. The rough texture of his gloves glided against your skin but you didn't mind. "I had big plans for that night."

"What kind of plans?"

"Plans that I wanted to ask you to marry me," Tim revealed with the tiniest of smiles on his lips. He wanted this to be special, you deserved the most grand, meaningful proposal but he knew that you couldn't forgive yourself unless you knew why he was upset. This was why, Tim Drake wanted to make you his wife, and you had simply just forgotten about his plans.

"Tim," You barely whispered, shocked by his news. You crashed into him, kissing him with every ounce of love that you had. Marrying him was always something in the back of your mind, but never this early. Tim grinned into this kiss and pulled you completely flush against his body.

"Will you marry me, (Y/N) (L/N)?" Tim asked. He didn't have the ring, and he wasn't down on one knee. Hell, the two of you weren't even yourself right now - you both were in complete suit with masks on. Yet, with how dysfunctional you both were, this seemed to be more perfect than anything you could have imagined.

"Yes!" You nodded. Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks and you could barely contain the happiness in you. You kissed Tim once more. Tim couldn't wait for the day that he was going to be able to kiss you while calling you his wife.

"Just promise me you won't forget our wedding day."

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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June, 1976 (WITT One-Shot)

A/N: If you want to remain in the taglist pls interact with this one-shot even if you haven’t read book 4-5 yet. A like or a comment is fine, the people who don’t want to continue reading obvsly do not interact and I’ll delete from the taglist :) -Danny

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Emily was tired, but she'd spent all day overthinking and she was done, it was time to grow up.

She could hear Lily Evans' voice ushering Severus Snape away, he'd been coming around for several hours during the day trying to apologize, but he'd finally crossed a line.

"It's not your fault, you know?"

Matthew's voice caught her attention, he'd stopped at the foot of the stairs, one hand propped on the wall.

"Snape and Evans have been fighting for months now, I think it's because of what he's been doing with the Slytherins... you know, the cult stuff."

Emily averted her gaze to the fireplace.

"I know..."

Matthew hesitated, he'd promised himself that he wouldn't go back to being Emily's therapist, but something was different this time, it wasn't her usual kind of sulking.

"Are you okay?"

She looked at him over her shoulder and frowned.

"I'm not the one who got called 'mudblood' by a close friend."

"No, you weren't," He admitted. "Which is why it's so strange to see you all sad."

"I'm not sad."

"Is this about James?"

He didn't want to know, but alas, he'd asked.

"No," She made a face. "I don't think I care about him that way anymore."

"It's easier said than done," Matthew crossed his arms, his shoulder now leaning on the archway of the stairs.

"What do you want, Ruddy?" Emily groaned.

"I don't want anything from you," The boy replied. "But I have the feeling that you need to talk."

"I do," She said. "Not with you, though."

Matt nodded, he sighed.

"Good luck, then, have a good night."

"'Night."

Emily watched him disappear up the stairs, she didn't know why, but the memory of his burning gaze before he kissed her came back then, his intense determination as he held her closer... That moment Emily had found herself unable to move away, to say no. She wished she had his courage to just do stuff even when he was intimidated by them, she needed that kind of bravery tonight.

Lily Evans entered the tower two minutes later, Emily stood up abruptly and the redhead came to a halt.

For a moment none of them spoke, then Lily's face showed tons of fatigue.

"What now? Is it your turn to call me a stuck-up bore because I didn't agree to go out with Potter?"

Emily shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Can we talk?" She asked shyly. "I promise it's not a trick... I'm sorry."

Emily's behaviour towards her was usually hostile, tonight her voice was gentle, and even a little afraid.

"You're sorry?"

"I don't expect you to believe me," Emily continued, lowering her gaze. "I know you and Snape were close — I don't understand how can you like him... listen I suck at apologies, can't you just say it's alright so we can go to bed?"

Lily crossed her arms, standing straighter.

"No, I think I want you to try harder."

Emily groaned, she sat down heavily and started to think her words carefully, Lily inched closer.

"Boys can be cruel when they're not thinking — Anyone, really... I've been brutal myself — Matthew and I almost stopped being friends a few months ago, because I don't like talking about my feelings," She laughed dryly. "I don't know what is it about today that it just... I don't want to be a tormentor my whole life, let alone to someone who is... tolerable. I'm sorry for making your life a living hell these past few years."

Lily sat down, although she kept the seat between them empty to keep some distance.

"You didn't make my life a living hell," She replied. "I... can admit you're a bit clever... even likeable — that last match when you threw Lewis a bludger after he called you a midget... it was kind of funny."

"The boys walked me everywhere that week, they thought Ernest was going to try and get back at me," Emily bit her lip, but she was now smiling. "I mean, I lived in fear for days! Thinking he would spike my drink at some point with poison or something... Until Matthew cornered him outside D.A.D.A. class one day, poor Lewis... he looked so small in comparison..."

"Anyone looks small next to Matthew, he's a giant," Lily grinned. "Well, if it's any consolation, I was planning on murdering you in a much classier manner than poison, but since you've apologized, I guess I won't have to kill you after all."

Emily snorted, her eyes lingered on Lily, who looked like she'd been crying for most of the day, and yet still had enough energy to sit down and talk with the girl she'd detested for the last four years.

"Why are you being nice?" She asked in annoyance. "I mean I'm glad you're kind of accepting my apology, but I thought you'd be a bit colder, walking away before I could even finish..."

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Lily raised a brow, with the orange light coming from the fireplace her green eyes looked far more intense than usual. "If I'm honest, you should thank Remus... he's tried to convince me that you lot are far better than you look..."

Emily sighed, when she was young she'd do mischief for fun, but now that she was older, and considering all the weird stuff that was happening outside the school, she was starting to think that maybe her group of friends were indeed changing for the best.

"I'm going to be honest with you too, Evans," The girl took a deep breath. "Being the only girl in my friend group is turning out to be pure torture. I'm in desperate need of a girlfriend."

Lily's mouth twitched a bit, but she didn't laugh.

"What makes you think I want to be your friend?"

"Oh, I don't think you want to," She raised a brow. "But maybe if we're on good terms I'd be able to ask you for a tampon without having to swallow my pride first."

Lily did laugh at this, she shook her head. "Holy Merlin, Sultens, you're loopy."

"You would be too if you were seated next to Sirius every day!" She paused. "So... are you willing to make peace?"

Lily examined her carefully, four long years of quarrels sat between them, but a lifetime of friendship could be ahead if Emily was truly sorry. She was a nice girl, and really smart too, she was annoying only when she was taunting Severus, and he was no longer her friend.

Lily stretched out her hand.

"Very well, but if you go back the deal is over and we'll be less than strangers, understood?"

"Sure."

She retreated her hand before Emily could grab it.

"Hang on — this is not Potter's idea, right? You're not trying to be my friend just so I date him later?"

"Lily, if anything I hope you and James never date," Emily snickered. "Nothing personal, you're just way too good for him."

"...Alright."

They shook hands, she'd meant what she said about it not being personal. James was a boy, a very silly one at that, and even though they were really close friends, Emily was no longer a blind supporter of his doings.

Funnily enough, this seemed to be related to Matthew, she couldn't stop thinking about that kiss! Merlin, he was a good kisser...

She shook the thought away, now was not the time for nonsense.

"I'm very honoured to be your acquaintance, Evans," Emily grinned.

"Call me Lily. Only Professors call me Evans... and Potter, but you know I hate that."

"Got it, Lils."

July 1996

"...I don't think this is right," Mel tilted her head. "Brownies are mean to be brown... not pitch-black."

"You burned them," Harry was standing behind them with his arms crossed, clearly upset.

"How could you burn them, Erick? They were in there for five minutes!"

"Are you sure..." Erick stabbed the mixture with a knife and made a face. "Ugh — they're still liquid in the middle!"

"How the fuck did you do this?"

"I thought it would work just the same if I doubled the heat and put less time," Erick sulked. "Ovens are weird."

"This is why we told you to stay out of it," Harry replied. "You don't know how muggle stuff work."

"I do know!"

"Then why did you burn the brownies?"

"Don't fight," Mel intervened, grabbing the platter and throwing its contents away. "Oh well, at least we ruined my birthday cake and not someone else's..."

"That's not okay," Harry frowned. "You should have a proper cake."

Mel looked at him and grinned. "I'll eat yours, then."

"How's everything going in here?" Emily walked in, behind her Lupin followed.

"Uncle Lu!" Mel rushed over to his side and hugged him, the man chuckled. "You came!"

"Well, hadn't been around for your birthday in a long time, I thought you'd like it," He said, lovingly patting her back.

"I do," She beamed. "We kind of ruined the cake, though, so we should buy doughnuts or something."

"It's a good thing I brought this, then," Lupin lifted his bag and placed it on the table, inside there was a beautifully adorned red velvet cake.

"You just saved my birthday!"

Harry and Erick shared a moody expression and grumbled complaints, Lupin laughed.

"The kids insisted on doing the cakes this year," Emily explained. "I told them it was not an easy job, but they insisted."

"Mel and I have done this before, Erick was the one who wanted to be in charge when he can't even make tea without magic," Harry glared at him.

"Muggles stuff are too complicated, alright?" He huffed.

"I don't mind," Mel said without paying attention to them, she was still beyond happy with her uncle's presence. "I wanted to give my mum a break, Leggie's been a bit hard to handle lately..."

"Is he?" Lupin looked at the little boy Emily was holding. "Is he ill?"

"No, he just cries a lot," The woman sighed. "Wakes us up every night."

"I thought that forcing my mother to bake when she's clearly too tired to be doing anything apart from feeding a baby was a crime," Mel stated. "So I took care of it."

"Then Flint messed it up," Harry taunted.

"And then you fixed it, Uncle Moony," The girl smiled. "So there's no harm done, right boys?"

She looked over her shoulder, raising a brow as if urging them to stop bickering before they embarrassed her in front of Lupin. Both mumbled their agreement, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Lovely," Mel looked back at the adults. "Who wants lunch?"

Mel and Erick were in the kitchen talking in hurried whispers, she appeared to be upset, the young man too. Emily and Remus were in the drawing-room, Harry was upstairs changing Reg's diaper.

"Do you know why they're arguing?" Remus asked, staring at the pair.

"Dumbledore came by this morning before breakfast," Emily sighed, leaning her head back on the couch. "Talked about this mission he had for Erick — you know how eager to help that boy is... so of course the old man came and put his offer on a silver platter, and Mel won't let Erick go on his own, so being the generous soul Dumbledore is," She said sarcastically, "He said she could go too if she wanted to."

"Really?" Remus frowned. "Well... he's been giving her lessons for years, Mily, perhaps he knows she can handle it."

"I don't care," She said bluntly. "That's my daughter, my daughter. Matt's daughter. How can he continue to risk my family's life like it's nothing?"

"You know Matthew did all he that because he wanted to, Dumbledore had nothing to do with his decisions."

"I know," Emily took a deep breath. "But he's got a lot to do with Mel's... she idolizes him."

"You think so?" The man looked over his shoulder again, staring at his goddaughter.

"I don't see why else she'd be so keen to follow his orders..."

"Maybe because she feels guilty?" Remus offered. "After what happened in the ministry..."

Emily pressed her lips together, she didn't want to talk about that.

"That's not her fault and she knows it. I told her it wasn't."

"You weren't there," He said gravely. "She went out of control. I had never seen anything like it, her magic was dark— I mean that literally. All the spells she did came out pitch-black. Dumbledore was the only one who could put a stop to it."

Emily's eyes grew worried, she looked over her shoulder as well and her gaze landed on Mel.

"You think it could be the same thing that Ariana Dumbledore had? That disease?"

"No one knows what happened to her," Remus said. "Not even Matthew knew, and he was part of the family... but it could be. Maybe Dumbledore knows something we don't, maybe this will help her... perhaps she needs this."

Emily stayed silent for a moment, then she groaned.

"I hate that we're always meant to trust him blindly."

"He's lived a hundred years, he might be wiser than all of us, don't you think?"

The woman scoffed, she looked ahead, deep in thought.

"A hundred years... Matthew couldn't even make it to twenty-one! James and Lily barely did... Sirius spent twelve years in Azkaban — But at least we all knew how the war looked like then, Remus. We fought for years... my daughter just turned sixteen, she still goes to school!"

"And yet she's already done her fair amount of fighting," The man raised a brow. "We didn't have the experiences she's gone through when we were her age. I stand with Dumbledore, she can do this."

"I'm not saying she can't," Emily grabbed the empty plates to take them to the kitchen. "I'm saying she shouldn't have to sacrifice her youth. Dumbledore asks for too much, I'm sure he's got someone else that could help him with the mission, but he's obsessed with making Mel his perfect copy."

Remus didn't try to argue back, little could convince Emily at this point, she'd never been a fan of Dumbledore, and after Matt's death it was no secret that she openly disliked him, but she still followed his orders, because she knew Dumbledore was the only chance they had to win this war.

Mel and Erick entered the room, neither of them angry, which made Remus think they had reached an agreement.

"I should leave," The man stood up. "Leon's been quiet, maybe Harry managed to make him sleep."

"Or maybe he's just playing with him," Emily stood up as well. "Really, I never thought Harry would get so attached to a baby..."

"I'll miss you, Uncle Lu, I hope to see you soon," Mel said, her eyes avoiding to look into Erick's direction.

"Me too, little Em," Remus hugged her tightly, he whispered in her ear. "Be good to your mother, alright?"

Mel looked at him with confusion, but she nodded anyway.

"So?" Emily crossed her arms. "What are you going to do?"

The young witch stared at her mother, Remus knew that expression. It was true and very strange, how she could have her dad's gaze even though her eyes were exactly like her mother's, but he knew that look, he'd seen it in Matt the last time they had spoken. Mel was done being a kid.

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arcadianmoonshadowjedi · 3 years

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The Dark Prince (Eugene S3 AU)

Chapter 2: Irene - Part 1

Word Count: 1,203

Summary: After having an intensely emotional dream about his late mother, Eugene goes straight to Edmund to hear her story and how they met.

Note: FINALLY!! I am so thankful to be able to overcome my intense writer's block to finally finish and update this chapter! I've been wanting a backstory for Fitzmom for soooo long and I'm glad I was able to come up with one I'm satisfied with! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did coming up with it! Also here’s a small edit I made to go with this chapter! :)

Here’s the link to Chapter 1 & AO3!

Enjoy! :)

The next morning, Eugene got up from his bed after hardly being able to finish his beauty sleep. Before heading out of his bedroom, he looked at his handsome face in the mirror to make sure his brows were pitch perfect and that he didn’t look as tired as he really felt. He grabbed his comb to coif his charming, brown hair and made sure his handsomeness was at full effect. Still, his morning routine did not take his mind off of his dream from last night. He should’ve applied his exfoliants and hair cream, but for the very first time, he wasn’t in the mood to finish his hygienic grooming.

This isn’t the first time he’s dreamt about his mother since he got back from the Dark Kingdom. But he’s never seen her so clearly or spoken to her before like he just did in this dream. And now, more than anything, he wanted answers. He barely knew anything about her besides what she looked like from her portrait and that she died because of the moonstone’s magic. But he wanted to know more about her; what was she like as a person?

Eugene put down his comb and walked straight out of his bedroom door. He skipped the idea of going for breakfast with Rapunzel and her family and headed straight for the guest room where his father was staying. Edmund, who was already sitting on his bed, looked up at his son curiously.

“Uh, Edmund! Um... I meant Dad,” Eugene started awkwardly. Although he finally accepted Edmund as his dad after the Mount Saison father-son trip, he still didn’t fully know how to act around him comfortably and or call him dad all the time. He’s just never had a real parent before; who was now right in front of him after an entire lifetime. He took a deep breath and reminded himself of why he came in the first place.

“Uh Dad, I…”

“Son?” Edmund asked, with worry building up in his eyes. “Is something wrong?”

After another moment of awkward silence and Eugene scratching the back of his head, he took another deep breath and then started. “I want to know more about my mother. Can you please tell me what she was like?”

Edmund was taken aback by the abrupt request his son was asking of him. At first, he didn’t know how to feel or if he wanted to talk about his late wife right away. But then, he sighed. He knew it was a matter of time before Eugene would ask that kind of question, and he had the right to know about the women who birthed him.

“Your mother, Irene, she was the apprentice librarian at the Dark Castle when I was still the Prince. I went to the library often to study the moonstone and Dark Kingdom history to prepare for becoming king one day and that was how we first met,” As Edmund reminisced and told Eugene the story of Irene, his memories drifted back to the day they first talked.

***

Irene sorted through books in the history section while Edmund sat at a nearby table focusing on his studies. She not only made sure that the books were sorted in alphabetical order but with the duster in her hand, she swept off any fleck of dust she found on the books or the shelves they were in. Suddenly, she heard a loud grunt and looked towards the table where the prince sat. She got down from the ladder and walked over to the puzzled prince to check on him.

“Is everything alright?” She asked.

"Nothing in this book makes sense!" Yelled Edmund, beating his fist against the book. Without hesitation, Irene quickly grabbed the book, with Edmund loosening his fists off of it.

"Hey! Watch it!" She yelled as she examined the book, trying to unwrinkle the pages. She checked for other potential marks his ginormous hands may have made. Edmund looked at her curiously.

"Are you ok?" He asked. "I mean it’s just a book," Irene took her eyes off the book and frowned at him, causing him to shrink back in terror and question if he offended her. Irene then remembered that she was talking to the Dark Prince, so she soothed her nerves down.

“Well, as the apprentice librarian it’s my job to make sure these books are taken care of and in good shape, your highness,” Irene responded calmly. As she desperately tried to flatten out the page from the punch marks, she recognized the language underneath. “This is Latin,” she said softly. Edmund looked at her still confused but fascinated. Irene finally sat down next to Edmund at the table and began reading the lines out loud, while Edmund still looked puzzled. Once she noticed the look on his face, she started translating.

“This is all legends of the moonstone’s power,” she started. She continued to tell him about the moonstone’s destructive nature, as well as the corruptive thoughts it can impact people with, especially those who were at their most vulnerable state. As Edmund listened to her, he was intrigued by her vast intelligence. He was also very grateful for the help he’s been getting with his studies.

***

As Edmund reminisced his first time meeting Irene, he smiled, then he looked at Eugene longingly.

“Your mother was so smart and so passionate about books. Although she took them way too seriously,” He said the last part in a lower voice then chuckled. After a brief smile, sadness consumed his face once again.

“Tell me more about her, please,” Eugene begged. He felt a tinge of guilt for adding more to his father’s pain, but growing up without parents, and never being able to meet his mother, he just couldn’t hold back from knowing her, not now at least. Edmund took a deep breath and continued.

“Well, from that day forward, she helped me a lot with my studies. At first she thought of me being strange, which I still don't understand why," Edmund spoke in confusion as Eugene scratched the back of his head and whistled awkwardly.

"And I thought she was too uptight, but with time, we both learned to look beyond our first impressions,” Edmund continued as his smile was starting to come back and his face started to glow. “We eventually started talking about other things besides my studies and got to know more about each other. Irene was not only so intrigued by the Dark Kingdom’s magic and filled with curiosity about the moonstone, but she was kind, selfless, and had a witty sense of humor just like yours,” Edmund chuckled a little as he remembered. “She eventually took me out on dates disguised as “study sessions” and we would sneak near the Dark Kingdom statues for picnics. Then, on her next birthday, I declared my love for her with this,” He clutched the crystal necklace closer towards his heart. “I was so delighted she felt the same and about a year later, she said yes to my proposal,” Edmund finished the sentence with a warm smile that passed on to Eugene, who was dreaming of having that moment with Rapunzel.

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Fresh Air

Chapter Fifteen

Word Count 1.9k

Warnings: lots of fluff, slight angst but ends with more fluff

Today is like every other day in Kattegat. But this particular day is the first snowfall of the year. It is crazy to realize that you have been living this new life since spring. You have changed so much since you left Wessex. Your dragon's have grown and you have grown as a better person. You can be yourself, you can genuinely smile and not have to fear your father's bipolar behavior. You are now with child, Hvitserk's child, and you are on cloud nine. To be able to say that you will be a mother in nine month's time is still surreal to you. But in your heart, it feels so real and right.

You walk to your dragon's feasting on their meals, and witness these amazing creatures. You fiddle with the wedding ring on your left hand and feel another besides it. You look down and see the dragon ring that your father gave you on your twentieth birthday. Your heart wrenches in your chest. When he gave this to you, he was acting like your father: kind and generous..full of love. Then you remember the day he banished you from your own home. Threatening to kill you for marrying a cripple. You look up at Neith, whose eyes are glossy from seeing your face fall with such sorrow.

"I'm okay, dear one. Continue your meal." She looks back at you before eating, "I know, I love you so much." You take off your dragon ring and walk towards the closest source of running water. In your case, it is a little lake. You take one last look at it, and throw it into the lake. When you see it sink all of the way down towards the bottom, you feel a sense of yet another weight lifted off of your shoulders. That was the only thing left of your father's, besides your dragon's. But they are one of the greatest wonders of your life, besides the child in your belly. You audibly breathe loud and hard and you feel a pair of familiar hand wrap around your torso.

Ivar "Hello, my sweet."

"Mmm-hi."

Ivar "You alright?"

"Oh yes. I am very happy." You turn around to face your husband.

Ivar "That is good to hear. Now that you are with child, I want you to be happy..always."

"I will, Ivar. Do not worry about me so much, yes?"

Ivar "Yes. I cannot help it. I am sorry. I just care about you so much. I want nothing but the best for you and our child."

"Ivar-"

Ivar "I know, I know..it is not mine. But I will treat him or her as such. I will love him or her as my own, you know that."

"I do. I am very lucky, and so is she."

Ivar chuckles, "You are so certain that it is a daughter?"

"I am. All of my visions are of a daughter."

Ivar kisses your cheek, "That is wonderful. I am happy for my brother, Hvitserk. He always wanted to be a father, as myself. Our brother Ubbe, got blessed with many children. Some are not his own, but he claims them as his own. He is a wonderful father."

"I have witnessed that. Ubbe is very kind."

Ivar "Yes. But back to the topic at hand, I am happy for you and Hvitserk. I know that the circumstances are not as I would have hoped. Because I am a cripple, I cannot truly be a father. But you have given me that chance of loving a child, even if it is not my own. I am truly happy."

Your heart is so warm, so content. "Thank you, my beloved. I love you more than words could ever describe. I hope you never forget that."

Ivar "How could I?! I am the luckiest man to be married to such an incredible woman! A mother of dragon's, a mother of this miracle child! To be able to call you my wife, is my blessing."

"Oh Ivar. I am the lucky one. You have saved me from my past life. You have taken me away from there, and have given me this extraordinary life here in Kattegat. Where I can be happy, where my dragon's can be happy. For you, I am lucky and truly blessed by the gods."

His face lights up with pure joy and gratitude, "I love you, princess."

"And I love you, my king."

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When you and Ivar return to the house, you see Hvitserk and Ubbe laughing away, enjoying a horn of ale.

Ivar "Look at them, already drunk and it is not even mid-day."

You giggle and lean into his side, "Oh let that have their fun." Ivar chuckles and agrees. You walk over and sit next to your close and dear friend, Torvi.

Torvi "There you are, where have you been?"

"Outside with my dragon's. I wanted to spend some time with them."

Torvi "I still cannot wrap my whole head around the fact that you have three dragon's. Especially given the fact that I did not know that they were real creatures until a few months ago."

You two laugh together, "Yes. It is hard to comprehend but they are real and my babies. I can still remember the day that they hatched. Now look at them, almost fully grown."

Torvi "Are you worried about your child being around them?"

"Oh not at all! They are trained very well: to be kind and gentle until given orders not to."

Torvi "That is wonderful. How is Ivar taking the news?"

"He is excited to be a father."

Torvi "That is good. I hope that he will treat it well."

"What do you mean?"

Torvi "Well before you, he was not the same man. Not the same king that you know. He would kill senselessly, he would torture and harm for the slightest reasons. So I hope that he will not return to that same behavior." Your heart kind of started to race. You have heard great stories of Ivar the Boneless, but never thought that many of them were truthful. But I guess they all were.

"Oh I see. Well, I don't see him changing anytime soon. Especially not towards my child. He promises to be a good father."

Torvi "Yes. I hope that for you. You are a wonderful woman, and I am so lucky to call you my friend."

"Me too, Torvi. Thank you for the kind words."

Torvi "Of course."

…

Ivar joins his brother's at the table and starts to drink. He is a fun drunk, most days. Some days, he is a loud drunk and likes to make a ruckus. But you do not mind it. He is king after all, and needs some days to unwind. You watch him bond with his brother's and it is a nice thing to witness. It is crazy to you that you are living such a life. But you are feeling very lucky, especially on this day.

Since you cannot drink, you cannot drink, you ask torvi if she wants to take the horses and go riding for a bit. To which she agrees. You walk over to the boys and tell them that you will be back by nightfall.

Hvitserk "Why are you leaving?"

"I want some fresh air. I cannot drink, Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "I know, but I do not want you to go."

"I will be back before you know it. I will be with Torvi and some guards. The dragon's will fly above us."

Hvitserk sighs, "Okay, be safe please."

"I will."

Ivar gets up and talks to Torvi, "Keep her safe, please."

Torvi "We will be safe, Ivar. We are strong women. We can take care of ourselves."

Ivar's jaw clenches, "Of course. You girl's have fun. My love, be back before nightfall, hmm?"

"Yes. Goodbye."

Hvitserk watches you walk out of the doors.

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You mount your black horse and begin to ride, alongside Torvi. Guards follow on all sides of you and Torvi: front, behind, left and right.

"HOVER!" You scream out to your dragon's, and they fly high above you and your group. They do not fly too far ahead, strictly above as you commanded. You watch your beautiful creatures flying high and strong, with a proud smile on your face.

Torvi "They are magnificent!" She shouted to you.

"Aren't they?"

Torvi "I am blown away. You are an incredible woman, Y/n."

"As are you, Torvi!"

You ride around Kattegat, aware of your surroundings. The trees barely have any leaves on them anymore. The sky is gray as the clouds form for another snow fall. The guard's holt for a moment, then continue.

The leading man, "It is starting to get dark, my queen. Let's head back."

"Okay." You command your dragon's to turn around and stay above. You can tell that the guard's are rushing a bit, for what reason, you are uncertain.

Torvi "What is it?!"

Guard's "We see horse tracks that are not our own. It is time to head back." You and Torvi look at each other and realize that they were not kidding and clicked your tongues for your horses to start galloping.

….

When you get back, your dragon's fall asleep and you and Torvi head inside. Hvitserk and Ivar have worried looks on their faces, as well as Ubbe.

Torvi "What is the matter?"

Ubbe "We just got a little worried about you guys. How was the ride?"

"It was nice. We saw tracks that were not ours, so we headed back a little bit before nightfall."

Hvitserk walks up, "I told you that I did not want you to go. What if you got ambushed?"

"Hey, nothing happened. We are okay."

Ivar "Alright well, let's get you warm and some food in you, yes?"

"Okay."

Hvitserk's jaw clenches and his face scowls. He hates that no one knows that you are carrying his child, not Ivar's. He hates that he has to keep his love that he has for you, to himself. But he knows that it is for the greater good.

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After you are done eating and telling Ivar about the ride, Ivar heads to bed early. His head was pounding from too much ale. You, however, are not so tired so you decide to sit with your dragon's by the village's fire.

Hvitserk joins you after a short while.

Hvitserk "I was beyond worried, y'know."

"Why, tell me?"

Hvitserk "I had a vision of you and Torvi getting ambushed by men with cloaks covering their faces. I couldn't tell who they were or where they came from, all I could see was them taking out the guards, and you and Torvi-"

"That didn't happen, okay?"

Hvitserk "I know, but it almost did, Y/n. And what if it did, hmm? I could've lost you and our child."

"I am sorry. I just wanted some fresh air."

Hvitserk "I am not mad at you, just got scared that is all. I am glad that you are here and safe."

"Me too. I had a bad feeling at the end there, but you have forgotten that we had my dragon's with us, Hvitserk. All I would have had to say was one word and all of them would have been burned alive in seconds."

Hvitserk chuckles, "You are right. I did forget how badass you are. I shouldn't underestimate you, for that I am sorry."

"Don't apologize for caring. Thank you for caring about me and our child. We are lucky to have you."

Hvitserk "I love you, kitten."

"I love you too. Now let's not talk about what almost happened, and talk about our daughter, hmm?"

Hvitserk "That sounds lovely."

You and Hvitserk talk about your daughter and your visions of her and her growing up as a strong shield maiden. It was a perfect way to end the day.

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shawnpetermuffins · 5 years

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She's gone. (Part 2 of Were You Going to Tell Me?)

A/n: here is part 2, it went in a slightly different direction than I originally intended, but I think I like it.

Summary: Shawn isn't coping well with y/n being gone. (Told in both POVs)

Word count: still a lot

Warning: angst with a fluff ending oops

***

She left and I'm well beyond sad. I feel empty. If there's a way to feel something worse than that, then that's what I feel. It's like my heart has been ripped from my chest and it's infinitely harder to breathe through that aching pain.

I stayed in bed, crying like a baby, clutching her pillow like it was her. Morning came and my throat was raw from screaming into the sheets while hiccupped sobs wracked my body. I didn't bother to answer my phone that hasn't stopped ringing since seven. I couldn't even get out of bed to brush my teeth. Amy little thing that I did felt impossible. How could I go on living without her? She made everything in my life worth living. It was fun and organized with her in it, and I took her for granted. I made her move across the continent just to be with me and I couldn't even spare her a passing glance, a quick kiss before leaving for the studio.

I'm the worst boyfriend ever. How she put up with me for seven years is beyond me. I would have dropped my ass the first time I forgot our anniversary. And her birthday! God I forgot her birthday! But she didn't break up with me and I did it again. I'm the worst. The absolute worst.

“Shawn, are you in here?”

I now regret giving Andrew a spare key to my place. I stifled my sobs into her pillow, it smelled like her, this was torture. He barged into our room - fuck, I didn't even know if it was still our room.

“Shawn, what the hell? You were supposed to be in the studio two hours - wait, what's going on? Why aren't you dressed?"

“She's gone, Andrew. I lost her.” I choked on the words and buried my head further into her side of the bed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/n left.” The cried that escaped my throat were embarrassing and loud.

“Like she left? Why on earth would she leave?”

“Because I suck. I'm a horrible boyfriend. I was more focused on the album than I was spending time with her.” I sniffled, “I royally fucked up; I don't even know what to do. I can't go on without her.”

Andrew sighed, “Shawn, I know it feels like the end of the world right now, but-”

“I'm not going in, Andrew! I might have just lost my girlfriend of seven years, the love of my life, the reason for my existence! Fuck the studio! I don't have my girl here, so I can't make music!”

“You're being unreasonable.” He started typing on his phone. “Get up. Get dressed. You have to be there. People are waiting.”

“Well then tell them to stop waiting because I'm not going.”

“How long are you gonna do this?” He punched the bridge of his nose.

“Until she's back in my arms.”

☆

Ten minutes later, after Andrew had finally left and stopped yelling at me, my door opened again. I really need to stop giving my friends a key. “Shawny boy, are you here?”

I didn't answer. They'd find me eventually.

“What are doing here?” Brian came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

“She left.”

“Not for good. She couldn't.”

“She told me she wasn't happy anymore. That I wasn't making her happy.”

“You've been busy,” he sympathized, “she'll cool down.”

“She's in y/h/t, Brian. It's not like she's just roaming around the city and she'll come back when she gets bored.”

“Shawn, y/n loves you. The entire world knows that. Just like they know you love her. She'll come back.”

“And what if she doesn't?”

He didn't answer because he knew there was a chance she wouldn't.

“I've fucked everything up. I don't know what to do.”

“What's your heart telling you to do?”

I sighed and sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. “My heart is telling me that I should have proposed to her a long time ago.”

“What?”

I got out of bed and walked on foreign legs to our closet. I had hidden a velvet box in a pair of my shoes on the top shelf. Where I knew she couldn't reach. I tossed it at him and he fumbled to catch it. “I bought it for her right after she moved in. But I was scared that she'd think it was too much at one time if I asked her then. But then everything else started piling up and I couldn't find an opening, and then I guess I just forgot.”

“Does she know you were planning on proposing? Because if she did, I don't think she would have run away.”

“Well we've talked about it. But I guess within the past year, we haven't done much talking. It seems like we're always in a screaming match.”

“You need to do this,” he stood from the bed, closing the box in his hand before tossing it back to me. “Get on a plane and go find her.”

“She doesn't want to see me.”

“Shawn, I'm scared that if you don't go to her now she really isn't coming back. Because you're right, you've fucked up. A lot. I don't know how many times I've comforted her after you guys fight.”

“Wait, what?”

Brian sighed, “She's come to me a few times.”

“Why didn't I know that?”

“Because you haven't been paying attention. But you're paying attention now, so go. Get your girl back before it's too late.”

“I will, but we need to talk about the fact that you knew how she was feeling and you didn't tell me.”

“They weren't my feelings to share! She trusts me, and I can't break that trust. She's a hard person to get in good with and I don't want go be on her bad side. Because from what you look like right now, it's not looking too hot.”

I scoffed and started packing some clothes. I didn't know how long I would be gone, so I just threw some shit in a bag and booked my ticket. “She's my girlfriend, He is . And you're my best friend, don't you think you have some sort of obligation to tell me when my girlfriend things we don't work?"

“Don't you think you have an obligation as her boyfriend to make sure she's happy? Look, I love you to death, man, but you've been pulling away from her for so long I'm surprised she's stayed as long as she has.”

“You're a dick.”

“No, Shawn.” he shook his head. “I'm just telling you the truth. And I'm not the only one who's noticed. The guys see it too. The band. Everyone except you.”

“And no one's told me a goddamn thing,” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Because we knew you'd react this way. But let me tell you this: that girl has loved you despite all the hell you've put her through. She moved here away from all she's ever known for you, and you're rarely ever here. She put her dreams on hold so you could continue following yours. Do you think she likes what she does? No, but she does it because that's what keeps her close to you. You've taken her for granted and she doesn't deserve that.”

I sighed, “You're right,” I said defeated. “She doesn't, and I know that after everything I've done I don't deserve her. I know. But I love her more than anything.”

“Don't tell me that. Tell her.”

☆

My palms were sweaty as I stood in front of her childhood home. Her dad's truck was in the driveway, y/n's wasn't. I knocked on the door and waited. Her dad stood before me. “Can we talk?” I asked, my hands in my pockets.

He nodded and motioned for me to come inside. “Sit down,” he pointed to the couch nearest to the kitchen. He sat opposite of me.

I took in a deep breath and rubbed my palms on my jeans. “Has she said anything to you?”

He shook his head, “Not to me. Her sister, probably.”

I cleared my throat, “Well, I'm going to apologize anyway. Things haven't been going great for us for quite some time now and that's completely on me. I've taken her for granted and that was never my intention. I love her and I never meant to hurt her, you need to know that.”

“I do, Shawn.”

“I'm in love with her, sir. I have been for seven years, and I will be for the rest of my life. I hadn't known pure heartache until she left the other day. I couldn't even get out of bed, and none of this is your problem, but I just want you to know that I love her and I never want to see her hurt like this again. I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to her. So… May I have your blessing to ask her go marry me?”

He was silent for a while and then he chuckled. “I'll give you my blessing, Shawn. You've taken good care of her, whether you think you have or not. But ultimately the decision is hers.”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded. “Thank you,” I stood and shook his hand; he brought me into a hug.

“You take good care of her, okay?”

“Of course.”

The waiting was torture. I stood in the middle of her old bedroom with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and the ring in the other, behind my back. She stopped short when she saw me. “Glad you're back,” I said.

“Shawn. What are you - What are you doing here?”

“I came to apologize. And to completely beg you to come home with me.”

***

I thought I was imagining things when I saw that beautiful head of hair. But then he spoke in the voice of my dreams and I startled slightly. I rubbed my forehead, “I said I needed time.”

“I know, pumpkin, I know. But if you could just hear me out.” He set the flowers he was holding on my old desk. “No yelling, I promise.” He reached his hands out for me. “Do you trust me?”

I sighed. Of course I did. So I placed my hands in his and he led me outside. We stood in the middle of the circle drive. “Seven years ago,” he started, “I was standing right here when you came running up to me and you wrapped your entire body around me. You were wearing mg pink Lost in Japan hoodie, with yoga shorts, no makeup, and your hair in a messy bun. I swore to myself that day that I had never seen anyone or anything look as beautiful as you did in that moment.”

“Shawn,” I tried to pull my hands back, but he brought them to his chest, near his heart.

“I'm not done,” he sighed. “I’d been in love with you for months already, by that point, but that day did it for me. That's when I really knew that you were the girl I was gonna spend my life with. I've never not believed that.” He let go of my hands and reached into his back pocket, then he took my left hand again.

Oh no.

“Y/n, my beautiful cherry blossom, my pumpkin, my love. I am so tremendously sorry. I know I've fucked up immensely these last few years, and if I could go back in time, I would. I would love you harder. I would kiss you more. I would take you on more dates because I love you. I have since the day I met you and I will until the day I die.” He got down on one knee and the tears blurred my vision.

“Shawn, no. No, no, no. Get up, bubba.” my hand flew to my mouth, this isn't how I thought it would go down. After a big fight.

“I can't take back what I've done, but I can try to make it up to you every day for the rest of my life if you'll let me.” He took in a deep breath, “Y/f/n, will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you unconditionally? Will you marry me?” He popped open the velvet box and even through my clouded eyes, I could see how big the ring was. But that's not what this was about. This was about the man in front of me, who I've spent nearly a decade of my life with. He was here in my hometown, begging for forgiveness, asking me to marry him. And it killed me that even though he'd been the worst the last two years, I still wanted him.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice shaking. “Will you marry me?” He asked again.

I took in a deep breath. He needed an answer. I closed my eyes tight and let the last few years fall before I said, “Yes.”

“Yes?”

I nodded and laughed through the tears that were now resurfacing. “You said yes. Oh my god!” He picked me up and twirled me around again and again. Once back on the ground, he put the ring on my finger with his shaking hand. “I was scared you'd say no because I messed up too much.”

I pulled him down and rested my forehead against his. “You have the rest of your life to make it up to me.” I played with the tufts of hair on the back of his neck. “I love you.”

He smiled and then he kissed me. And this kiss, it was enough to keep me grounded forever. I knew in this second that I would never regret my choice to marry him.

***

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