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i'll be loving you for quite some time !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them pretending as if they aren't back together and having just a little bit fun with everyone.
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for when you know it'll be them till the end. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // lando norris x fem!reader
prequel - i bet you think about me ⋆·˚ ༘ *
warnings - language
author's note - hiiii!!!! so sorry for being inactive i have midterms :/// posting rn bc i js couldn't wait!!!! i hope u like this <3 i love u thank u so much for reading <3
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username PLEASE WHAT IS THIS
username MOTHER????? HELLO??????
username ahahahahahahahaha hey there!!!!!!
username she's actually so ❤️
username HELLO THE CAPTION WHAT
-> yourusername i js love my daughter oliviarodrigo
-> oliviarodrigo mom 🫶🏼
username the absolute lack of petty posts we've had from lando and y/n..........
-> username no bc WHAT ARE THEY COOKING 💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️
username pls get back with lando and put me out of my misery 🙏
username what the fuck is going on
username THE CAPTION??? Y/N WHAT.
username no bc i need them BACK together like asap 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
danielricciardo very bad idea
-> yourusername he's annoying
-> danielricciardo very true
username DANIEL SPILL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
username ahahahahahahahaha!!!!! what.
username js one chance i will never shade u like lando did
username no bc i need them back together before valentine's bc i CANNOT miss on their posts for each like
-> username "here's to my forever valentine, ur annoying and i'm in love ❤️" IM CRYING
-> username istg i will never get over them ://
username FUCK IT IT'S FINE
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charles_leclerc again, listen to me and don't go
-> alexandrasaintmleux shut up
-> yourusername fr
-> charles_leclerc WHY AM I BEING BULLIED
username all the grid is plotting against lando and im here for every second of it
username may god bless the dinosaur that died in order to create the fossil that was processed to fuel that took the car to bring her mom to the hospital to give birth to her
-> yourusername wow
username if she's seeing lando i will SCREAM
username all jokes aside, if they really REALLY broke up then i hope that everyone leaves them alone bc imagine everyone bringing ur ex (the one whom u dated for such a long time) into everything like if i were her that would RUIN me
-> username fr like i love them both but if they really broke up then i hope people leave them alone
username mother is mothering so hard
maxverstappen1 do you not remember what happened the last time?
-> yourusername it wasn't that bad
-> danielricciardo yes it was
-> charles_leclerc yes it was
-> kellypiquet yes it was
-> carlossainz55 yes it was
-> pierregasly yes it was
-> lewishamilton yes it was
-> lilymhe yes it was
-> carmenmmundt yes it was
-> heidiberger_ yes it was
-> yourusername oh my god
-> username LMFAOAOOAOA
-> username bruh the CROWD here rn
username earth is weirdly off it's axis since ur break up pls get back with dad ❤️
username no bc lando better be on all fours if he wants her back like nothing less is VALID
username HER.
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landonorris feels like a taylor swift song
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username LANDO NORRIS WHO IS THAT.
username TOO MUCH TO DISSECT THE LYRICS THE PHOTOS
username THAT'S GOT TO BE Y/N I WILL CRY IF THAT'S NOT HER
username if that's not y/n i will burn down mclaren
-> mclaren fix yourself landonorris
-> landonorris STOP PUTTING ME ON THE SPOT
-> username admin is done with his shit
username yo wtfff
username babe wake up new y/n and lando lore js dropped ❤️
danielricciardo interesting choice of photos
-> landonorris thank you ☺️
username i will not sleep until i get answers
username we !! need !! answers !!
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username the lyrics speak VOLUMES
username no bc if this is not y/n i will in SHAMBLES
-> username FRRRR LIKE WDYM MY COMFORT COUPLE ARE OVER
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-> username fr like y'all can stop pranking us now thank u.
charles_leclerc i hope she leaves you. AGAIN.
-> landonorris what have i ever done to you.
-> charles_leclerc ate my pasta
-> maxverstappen1 no offense but the day someone eats your pasta, it's the pearly gates for them
-> landonorris facts
-> pierregasly never eat charles' pasta
-> alex_albon it's deadly
-> charles_leclerc STOP TALKING ABOUT MY PASTA
-> charles_leclerc lando i hope she dumps you
-> landonorris you taKE THAT BACK
username LANDO WE NEED ANSWERS
username what the fuck is going is
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username no bc that's y/n i don't take any criticism
username where tf are the twitter girlies they need to play detective rn
username lando this is ur last chance at confirming if that's y/n or not or else im hugging a tree at 178 mph
georgerussell63 you don't even listen to taylor swift
-> landonorris i'm a changed man
-> georgerussell63 you're barely a man
-> landonorris BLOCKED
username i live for the grid violating lando at every possible chance
username this has to be illegal they're playing with my blood pressure
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username DATE NIGHT
username mom r u done with dad be so honest
username WHAT ABOUT YOUR CHILDERN (us)
username stay together for the kids ❤️
username SHE'S SO ANGELIC WHATCTHEBFUCK
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-> yourusername i love u 🤍
username forever in awe of her likeeee
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username u can talk to me about plants any day of week!!!!!! i'll even bring my plants and they can have a little photosynthetic date!!!!! and u and i a humanistic one
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danielricciardo i wasn't aware of you going on a date - lando (PLEASE UNBLOCK ME)
-> yourusername yeah it's js with this loser 💔 (no.)
-> danielricciardo wow and to think i chose your favourite place tonight UNBLOCK ME
-> yourusername no ❤️
-> username PLEASE WHAT IS THIS INTERACTION
-> username they're talking?????? omg??????
-> username not him still being blocked 😭😭😭😭😭
danielricciardo real daniel here please unblock him
-> yourusername lando give daniel his phone back
-> danielricciardo FUCK YOU
-> yourusername this isn't getting u any brownie points
-> danielricciardo I DON'T WANT ANY I WANT YOU BACK
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-> username OH I SAW THAT OMG
-> username lando in his redemption era we love to see it
username i love her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
username lando im puncturing ur tires
username someone check on how lando's doing
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-> yourusername lily i ADORE u <3
username lando r u still breathing
username AHAHHHHSHDHDHDHDJDKDKSK
-> username real
username my pronouns are she not her bc i'll never be HER
lewishamilton please unblock him he's about to cry
-> maxverstappen1 tears are welling
-> charles_leclerc he's sniffling
-> carlossainz55 eyes have glossed over
-> oscarpiastri holding them tears at bay right now
-> pierregasly can confirm
-> alex_albon please unblock him
-> georgerussell63 he's genuinely sobbing right now
-> mclaren we can hear the cries
-> yourusername LANDO GIVE EVERYONE THEIR PHONE BACK ISTG
-> scuderiaferrari UNBLOCK ME FIRST
-> username oh this man's DEDICATED
username genuinely in ruins rn
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*liked by yourusername*
username im so.
username ???? DATE ????
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username "kinda okay" don't like u weren't in SHAMBLES bc of her
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username never have i ever felt a sense of relief this immense
username SCREECHING WHAT THE FUCKKKKK
username genuinely speechless rn
charles_leclerc "kinda okay" you cried when she blocked you
-> landonorris OH MY GOD STOP
-> username LMFAOAOAOAO
-> username PLEASE OMG
username im here for every second of this
username YESSSHSHSHSHS
username i just fell to my knees at home depot
username OH MY GOD????????
lewishamilton stop being weepy now x
-> landonorris tell her to stop being mean to me x
-> lewishamilton she said nothing wrong x
-> landonorris SHE CALLED ME A MCDONALD'S CLOWN
-> landonorris x
username THE WAY IM GRINNING RN
username drought is over ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username they got back for ME
lilymhe you break her heart, i'll nail gun yours. got it?
-> landonorris yes ma'am.
-> username lily u will always be famous ❤️
username THEM.
username the biggest sigh of relief js left me
username NAHHH THIS MFS ARE EVIL LIKEE I ALMOST BROKE DOWN BC OF THEM AND THE WHOLE TIME THEY WERE JS SEEING EACH OTHER
-> username bitches (affectionate)
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username watch lando get a podium at the next race
-> username oh my man's gonna be motivated
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-> landonorris first, DON'T do that
-> landonorris second, why are you using alex no. 2's phone?
-> alexandrasaintmleux first, DON'T tell me what to do
-> alexandrasaintmleux second, i'm blocked???
-> alexandrasaintmleux please don't call me alex no. 2 - alex
-> landonorris first, noted
-> landonorris second, i unblocked you???
-> landonorris sorry alexA force of habit
-> alexandrasaintmleux oh
-> username nah they forced my girl alex to sign off as "alex" on her OWN acc 😭😭😭😭
-> username PLEASE WHAT IS THIS CONVO
-> username the two things i've inferred from above are 1) y/n is not blocked on lando's acc she js chooses to comment from other ppl's phone and refuses to elaborate and 2) lando calls alexandra alex no. 2
-> username this is a WILD place to be
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landonorris happier than ever
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username nah not him using the same caption that he used to shade her
-> username it's almost poetic in a way
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username WAR IS OVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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username THE CAPTION HELP??????
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charles_leclerc not a funny caption
-> landonorris have a sense of humour
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-> landonorris you're getting reported for that
-> username LMFAOAOAOAO
-> username PLEASE OMG
username im sooooo here for this
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username SCREECHING OH MY GOD
username i feel like i've js managed to make two toddlers quit fighting and feel like such a proud parent
-> danielricciardo that's exactly how we feel
-> heidiberger_ so true
-> maxverstappen1 absolutely
-> kellypiquet they were worse than actual kids
-> sebastianvettel they're stubborn
-> scuderiaferrari the amount of times we've had to stop y/n from smashing his car is insane
-> mclaren we had to stay indoors with locked doors scuderiaferrari
-> susie_wolff it was horrible
-> landonorris every single one of you is horrible
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username THE WEEKND LYRICS OH MY GOD
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username they're actually so taylor swift coded it's INSANE
username brb gonna cry some more
username i used to PRAY for this
danielricciardo could've chosen a different caption - y/n
-> landonorris IT'S THE THOUGH THAT COUNTS
-> danielricciardo terrible thought
-> landonorris i take it back
-> danielricciardo ❤️
danielricciardo this is sweet
-> landonorris thank you
danielricciardo I LOVE YOU
-> landonorris I LOVE YOU MOREEE
danielricciardo bf
-> landonorris gf
-> username what in the world am i witnessing
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-> username what in the dando i just witnessed
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-> danielricciardo SHE GAVE ME MY PHONE BACK
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— 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔
collegefwb!ellie x fem college!reader, angst, hurt / minimal comfort, wc: 3.5k
synopsis: you and ellie were a disaster waiting to happen.
content warnings: language, unforgivably mean!ellie (like atrociously mean, this is a REAL warning), toxic situationships / past relationships, brief mentions of sex, side comment about slipandslide, reader experiences loss, internalized grief and mentions of drunk driving / car accidents. please let me know if i miss anything, this one might be a lot !
author’s note: re-posted this after noticing it wasn’t showing in tags! also noticed some of the tlou community requesting some angst gigglegiggle. perhaps this will lead to a second-chance romance expansion in the future…leave your thoughts heh <3 as always, not proofread well!
tagging @vigskrt, don’t hate me for no happy ending this time around </3 i have plans to build this into a full fic ;)
YOUR FRIENDS HAD WARNED YOU.
They’d told you that Ellie Williams wasn’t shit. She was damaged goods and you were willing to pay the price even if it meant a shattered heart broken into a million unmendable pieces.
You’d given her the benefit of the doubt, had held out hope for the first little while of whatever it was between the two of you. You liked to believe that Ellie was tamping down unprocessed emotions, but she’d been adamant that it was all just good fun.
And you were willing to let it go, willing to take it all in stride if it meant having her in any way she’d give herself to you, but you were splintering glass waiting to give any second.
You’ll never forget the night you crumble.
She says it so casually, like she’s making observations about the weather or the swathes of setting skies. You’re sitting on her couch, basking in whatever remnants of the afterglow remains. Because, frankly, if there’s one thing Ellie Williams is good at, it’s pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.
She’s across the living room, finishing off the blunt you’d politely declined, watching the slow glide of her goldfish in the tank on her console.
“M’bored,” she says simply.
You shift on your side of the couch, watching as she flicks ash in the nearby ashtray.
“You wanna go out?” you offer, glancing at the sunset outside of her window. “We could—”
She huffs out a humorless laugh, takes an extra long pull before stubbing the roach out and turns to face you. Her black tank top is riding up and you blanche when you see the fresh hickey a little south of her belly button.
You definitely hadn’t given it to her, but you aren’t in the mood to argue at the moment.
“I’m bored,” she repeats. “Of this. Whatever this is.”
You breathe out at nervous laugh.
“Oh c’mon, Els.” You stand from the couch, try to close in on her, but she’s shrugging you off as your hands come out to reach for her.
“I’m serious,” she says, tone bland and gaze glazed, equal parts from disinterest and the high kicking in. “It was fun at first, but this is starting to feel like a chore.”
Your chest tightens, tongue drying as you search her face for any tell.
“I don’t understand,” you murmur. “Where’s this coming from?”
Ellie shrugs.
“I’m just bored and this isn’t doing it for me.”
You’ve been wondering why it seemed like she was anywhere else but present the last dozen moments you’ve spent with her. It was always her half-assed agreements of seeing you when you called. Or less than enthusiastic spans of time where she’d seemed annoyed when you weren’t sated after the first comedown and quietly begged for more.
“Is there… Is there someone else?” you swallow. “If there’s someone else, it’s okay. I’ll—”
Ellie barks a mean laugh.
“You’re naive if you think you’re the only one,” she says, and it’s a nasty confirmation of the suspicions you’d had the entirety of your situationship with the girl.
“Why are you doing this?” you whimper, fingers reaching to tangle with hers.
“Fuck, I’m not high enough for this,” Ellie grumbles to herself as she watches your threads unravel.
“You wanna stop seeing me because you’re bored?” you heave. “You wanna stop this ‘cause you’re bored? Ellie, what the fuck?”
“I said it twice already,” she bites, snatching her fingers from your grasp. “And honestly, I’m over all of this. I’m over the clinginess, the neediness, the hope.”
Your breath catches hard in your throat and Ellie’s eyes meet yours for the first time since her declaration.
“Your friends talk, you know?” she says simply. “They beg me to put you out of your misery, say that you’re a great girl for me.”
And you like to think you are. You like to think that Ellie’d learned to love you the way you loved her; unconditionally, passionately, and in her own fucked up way. But you’d obviously been grossly mistaken.
“Am I not?” you whisper. “You mean the world to me, Ellie. I’d do anything for you. I–I lo—”
“Don’t.” She cuts you off sharply. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
“Ellie, I love you.”
And the silence is palpable. Tag-teams the tears that choke you as you wear your heart on your sleeve.
She sighs deep, scrubs her palms down her face as she screws her eyes shut.
“God, why do you have to make things so fucking difficult?” she groans.
“Me?” you choke incredulously. “We’ve been dancing around these feelings for a year, Ellie! You turn a blind eye, act like we won’t work when all it’d take is just a leap of faith. Why can’t you have faith in me, Els?”
She rolls her eyes, crosses the living room into her bedroom to collect your clothes off her floor.
“This is why we wouldn’t work,” she’d grunts as she stuffs everything into your backpack. “Because you think you know me, think you know how I feel, what I think, what I want. You don’t know me. You know what I let you and we fuck. That’s it.”
Your body shakes hard with emotion, bones vibrating with unshed tears.
“You’re lying,” you accuse. “You’re fucking lying because you’re scared.”
“Oh, fuck off with the shit, ________, please,” Ellie scoffs, shoving your backpack in your arms.
“It’s okay to be scared,” you argue desperately, reaching for her again. “I get it, this is new for you and it’s a lot to process and—”
“We agreed that this was just a good time,” Ellie says, nudging your arm away. “And right now, this isn’t really feeling like a good time. This feels like you trying to fix me, but I’m not going to change. Not for anyone and especially not for you.”
It’s a brutal stab at your feelings and it makes you sick. Because Ellie’s always known. She’d entertained this whole endeavor knowing you were head over heels and there wasn’t a chance in hell she would reciprocate.
“We don’t have to stop seeing each other, Els,” you try, taking in a shuddering breath. “Just— Just give us a shot. We can work through it and—”
“What’s not fucking clicking?” Ellie cuts you off with a pinched expression. “You’re not my fuckin’ therapist, not my girlfriend, and definitely won’t be anything more than a decent lay. I’m not doing this shit with you anymore. Seriously. Have some self-respect.”
The look of annoyance that crosses her face makes you feel like your feelings are the ultimate burden. And the sob that wracks your body rattles you so hard you cough till you feel like your lungs will dissolve.
It’s absolutely fucking humiliating, the way that Ellie grimaces like this is the most inconveniencing thing in her life as of late.
“Dude, just go,” she says sharply, steering you towards the front door. “Block me, I don’t care, just please let this shit go.”
“You’re actually the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing in my life.”
Ellie barely catches the statement, bulky headphones fitted over her auburn hair, but Dina’s brisk movements towards her catches her attention.
It’d be been a week since she’d last seen you, and quite frankly she’d been relatively surprised that you’d heeded her word about leaving her alone. She’d almost been home free. Almost.
“If this is about your friend—”
“Like hell it is,” Dina scoffs. “Are you serious? I can believe you said all that shit to her.”
“I mean, you warned her, didn’t you?” Ellie shrugs her shoulders, hooking her thumbs through her backpack straps. “Sounds like you should be bitching at her for not listening instead of me for keeping it pushing.”
And Ellie almost lets the irritation bubble over, but the look on Dina’s face has shifted, has her swallowing down whatever residual snark is concocting in the back of her brain.
“She’s devastated, Ellie.”
And it’s the same song and dance, Ellie knows it all too well, the bouts of sadness followed by the niggling feeling of numbness. She’s usually nonchalant, doesn’t feel any moral obligation to tie up any loose ends, but she feels the closest thing to guilt when she sees the genuine concern in your friend’s expression.
“Look, I’m sorry she got her feelings hurt, okay?” Ellie sighs defensively. “But everyone knew what this was going in and I can’t be the only asshole here for keeping it real.”
And of course she can’t take accountability, can’t admit that maybe she’d been too harsh on someone as sweet as you.
“Honestly, fuck you. I don’t know why I’m still fucking friends with you,” Dina whispers.
Ellie rolls her eyes.
“C’mon, D, you serious right now?”
“You hurt her so bad she won’t even eat,” Dina says quietly. “All she ever wanted was to make you happy, Ellie. The least you could’ve done was let her down easy.”
“This is fuckin’ bullshit,” she grunts to herself.
“No, Ellie, your attitude is fucking bullshit, your whole fucking outlook on life,” Dina says stonily, shrugging her shoulders and taking a step away. “But I guess you get hurt once, you hurt a hundred times, right?”
“D, don’t—”
“Whatever.” Dina waves her off. “Apologize, don’t apologize, I don’t fucking care.”
After nearly two weeks of trying to mend the wounds Ellie had left, you get the call. It’s during midterms and you feel like the world is splintering.
Your younger sister had been driving home on the way from her shift when she was struck. She’d been pronounced at the scene and you take the first flight back home.
And you don’t know how to feel. Don’t know how to sort through the nasty mix of emotions that threaten to peel you from the inside out and disintegrate you. Losing Ellie was one thing, losing your youngest sister is like cruel fate.
It doesn’t hit you until after the service. When you’re sitting in her bedroom, combing through her admittance letters and thumbing through old family albums. You land on a particularly devastating photograph. One where she’d finally surpassed you in height and she’d leaned down to kiss your cheek.
The tears are spilling as you turn the page and you see collages of holidays, birthdays, and vacations. The one that sends you over the edge is the most recent.
It’d been spring break and your family had gone tubing. The two of you had drifted off and your mother was able to capture the perfect photo of the two of you with your heads thrown back in laughter.
If you recall correctly, you’d confided in her about your troubles with Ellie and, in an attempt to make you feel better, she’d cracked a joke so funny it made you laugh like things could be okay.
In the first moment that every emotion hits you full force and your sister isn’t there to be your rock, she’s there to catch your falling pieces.
Abby Anderson’s a childhood friend, grew up in the same cul-de-sac and moved the opposite way for university. News of your sister’s death had her making the five hour drive and offering you some semblance of comfort in a familiar face.
The two of you sit in silence as you hold the photo album to your chest and cry until your throat is raw and your eyes are nearly swollen shut. Her palm is warm between your shoulder blades, a gentle anchor in the roiling storm.
Ellie’s stoned out of her mind when she pays your dorm a visit a couple of weeks later. The apology’s long overdue, but she’d been too busy sparking up and getting lost in other people to shake the claws you’ve seemingly sunk into her brain.
It’s half past midnight on a Tuesday when she delivers three hard raps against room 202. Another three when no one answers the first time around.
She finally hears shuffling after the third set and the door swings forcefully before the fourth. And it’s definitely not you.
“Y’know it’s almost one AM and a majority of this building has class in the morning, right?”
Ellie’s posture straightens.
“Hello?”
Ellie doesn’t recognize this girl at all, does a double take to make sure she’s got the right room.
“________,” she says. “She around?”
The girl’s face screws up.
“Who?”
Ellie repeats your name.
“Oh, her,” the girl mutters groggily. “She pulled out of school a couple of weeks ago. Whole floor was scrambling to get reassigned to her room.”
“She what?” Ellie balks.
“She dropped out, I guess, I dunno,” the girl shrugs. “All I know was that the school psych handed us pamphlets about mental health and shit after she left.”
If anyone has any information on you, they won’t budge. And Ellie realizes it’s equal parts for your protection and her punishment. She’d been a nervous fucking wreck the remainder of the semester, couldn’t stop searching every corner of the internet for you, but it seems like maybe that night really does click because she’s blocked on every single platform imaginable.
She’d started smoking more, started fucking less, actually showed up to class. Her brain was practically numb a majority of the time, anxiety eating away during her short bouts of sobriety.
And god, if she had to admit that she’d learned her fucking lesson, had to admit that losing you was agonizing, she would if it meant seeing you again. Even from a distance.
Because she’ll be honest for once in admitting that she fucking misses you. Misses you so much it’s disgusting. And she doesn’t miss the way you make her feel, or the sex, or any of the things you offer her, she misses you.
Craves to see your sunny smile, yearns to feel the way your body nestles perfectly against hers. And your laugh, god your laugh, boisterous and consuming. She’d always told you it was obnoxious, but nothing could crack a smile faster than you throwing your entire body away from her and cackling till you wheeze.
And this is more traumatizing than any previous relationship that made her swear off love altogether. Your disappearance and your absence makes her feel like she’s going insane, like she’s grasping at straws to keep it together.
Mercifully, the semester ends, but summer oozes like viscous torture. And when fall sem of senior year rolls around, she holds out on hope, just needs to tell you that she knows she fucked up and she’s sorry.
But fall is quiet. Winter is quieter and the holidays feel mundane even surrounded by her loved ones.
“Everything okay at school, kiddo?” Joel’s never been one to poke around, just a silent supporter in the midst of Ellie’s growing pains.
Ellie nods, leaning over the railing.
“S’alright,” she shrugs. “It’s school.”
Joel ponders for a moment, looks like he doesn’t want to pry, but his youngest is his soft spot.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” he drawls softly. “I know you better than you think. Know that something’s botherin’ you.”
Ellie hesitates, but decides to bite back her fears. It’s the least she could do for you.
“You ever hurt someone so bad you don’t know how to fix it?” she swallows.
Joel takes in a deep breath, then takes Ellie in.
“You want an honest answer?”
“Please,” she breathes.
“Sometimes you just have to deal with the repercussions of hurting somebody,” Joel says. “Closure is always nice but never guaranteed and the lack thereof is your punishment.”
It does feel an awful lot like punishment, Ellie thinks.
And Ellie learns that the universe can be unforgivable.
Learns as much when she catches a glimpse of you at the campus bookstore when all the students return from winter break.
She nearly drops her stack of books, scurries across the store in half as many strides before her fingers are wrapping around your bicep.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “It’s actually you.”
You’d been caught so off guard, you barely process the emotions that begin to filter through you, especially when she engulfs you in a bone-crushing hug and rocks you like she’ll never let you go.
“I can’t breathe,” you squeak, hands snaking between your bodies to give her a gentle push.
“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry,” Ellie blabbers. “For that, for everything, for—”
“It’s, uh, it’s fine,” you say cooly and Ellie’s staring like you’ve sprouted two heads.
Because it’s absolutely not fine. You’d left school for a year and returned looking like a whole new person. Your cheeks are hollow, eyebags prominent, lips chapped. It’s like the past eight months has sucked the life out of you.
“Christ, are you serious right now?” Ellie asks incredulously.
She doesn’t realize how many emotions she’d kept pent up until her vision is clouding and your expression is falling.
“I broke your fucking heart and you scared the shit out of me when you disappeared and I— I thought— I…”
Ellie’s chest is tightening and she feels like she’s gonna throw up when you let out a short breath.
“What, you thought I offed myself?” you ask with a hollow laugh.
“I don’t know what I fucking thought,” Ellie’s voice cracks, and it’s the most emotion you’ve seen from her in the time you’ve known her. “All I knew was that one minute I was seeing you almost everyday and then suddenly, you fell off the face of the Earth and I’d never missed someone so much in my life and I fucking hated every single moment—”
“My little sister passed,” you say simply.
And fuck, she doesn’t expect that.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” you whisper. “You definitely fucked me up but there was a lot more to me leaving.”
“Jesus, I’m so sorry, I—”
“Everything okay?” A tall, buff blonde interjects.
It’s subtle, the way the girl’s palm slides to gently fit between your shoulder blades and Ellie’s going rigid.
“Yeah,” you respond, smile soft and familiar.
Ellie’d been on the receiving end once upon a time, and she nearly retches when you shift closer to the girl.
“This is Ellie,” you introduce. “An old classmate.”
The girl gives Ellie a once over, then a pensive smile.
“You ready to check out?” she asks you.
Ellie watches as you give her the upper level philosophy textbook and thinks that it’s fitting, your area of study.
“I’ll be up in a second, just gonna say bye,” you assure her.
She’s gazing down at you for a moment too long, lips curling into a wider smile as she nods in understanding and Ellie has to stop herself from recoiling.
Old habits die hard because she’s picking a fight despite her better judgment.
“So, I’ve been worried fucking sick over you for the past year but you were with someone else this entire—”
“Don’t do that, Ellie,” you say softly. “We’re friends. She helped me a lot through losing Dev.”
“If you called—”
“If I called, what, Ellie?” you ask seriously, but not unkindly.
You’re fed up, frankly.
“I would’ve been there,” Ellie says firmly, then whispers, “I would’ve fucking been there.”
“Would you have really?” you breathe a short laugh through your nose. “Last time we spoke I told you I loved you and you told me to have some self-respect.”
Ellie winces.
“I’ve thought about it,” she swallows.
You only blink up at her.
“It’s all I could think about since last spring, but…” she trails off, searches your face for courage because she’s so fucking scared. “What you said, the last time we spoke.”
“I said a lot of things,” you reply candidly.
“That we could work through it if I gave us a shot,” Ellie murmurs, running her fingers through her overgrown hair. “And I know I’m late—”
“Yeah, no shit,” you say flatly and Ellie flinches.
“But I want us to work and—”
“No.”
And the wind’s knocked from her lungs, makes her stomach wrench.
“And it’s not because I don’t love you anymore,” you say gently. “But because losing Dev taught me to love myself more.”
Ellie’s throat bobs.
“I can’t keep cutting myself down to accept what you feel like giving me,” you say. “Because I won’t take you having me one hundred percent and deciding to give me 10 on the days when the going gets tough. And don’t say you won’t because we’ve already done that shit with no labels.”
Being absolutely read makes Ellie feel infinitely more like shit because she’s never heard such a sound declaration of your unbridled feelings.
“I’m not losing you again,” Ellie whispers vehemently.
“You don’t have to,” you say softly, visibly withdrawing from the conversation. “I’ll always be in your corner rooting for you. But I can’t give you anymore than that. I won’t.”
“Wait, please, I—”
“I gotta go,” you say, peeling away. “Abby’s waiting.”
“Babe, c’mon.”
“I’ll see you around, Ellie,” you bid her, sparing her one final glance. “Take care of yourself.”
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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 4
Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.
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Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense!
It was late the next morning when Sukuna was sitting in the bath, cherry blossoms floating all around him. He’d long enjoyed the fragrance of this particular flower, especially because they were so short-lived. This village had been wise to hold his festival in the spring, so that they could incorporate the blossoms into his offerings.
As he watched the pale pink blossoms float by, his mind drifted to the offering who was probably still asleep in his bed, or perhaps having breakfast. Now that he’d thought of her, he wanted her to come and bathe with him. She would probably be embarrassed, even though he’d seen every inch of her numerous times by now. Imagining her blushing face was getting him excited, so he summoned a shrine maiden and told her to bring the offering.
Only a few minutes passed before the girl was led into the bathing room, wearing only the sheer white robe. The moisture in the air was making the thin fabric cling to her body in all the best places. Sukuna subconsciously licked his lips as the girl bowed low to the ground and the shrine maiden left.
“You can look up,” he said, and he waited for her to raise her head and look at him before he stood up in the bath. The water came up to his thighs, leaving most of his body exposed. He watched her expression as her eyes raked over his form, water drizzling down over his muscular chest and abdomen, his cock soft but still large and impressive. He knew he was an attractive man. Many people, regardless of gender, had looked at him with appreciative eyes. But once they knew who he was, his reputation for cruelty and extreme violence made their sense of fear override any attraction they might have felt.
Well, this strange offering was the exception.
Even knowing he was a sadistic monster, she was completely overtaken by her lust for him. He found that endlessly amusing, and so he stood there wet and naked before her, giving her hungry little eyes a feast.
“Stand,” he told her, “and remove your robe.”
Instead of getting up immediately, she instead lowered her flushed face back to the floor. “Lord Sukuna,” she began with a small and frightened voice, “may I please… request something of you?”
He stepped out of the bath and walked over to stand above her. This close, he could see that her body was trembling. Though he was normally annoyed by requests, he was too curious not to allow it. He asked, “What is your request?”
She kept her head to the floor and spoke in a frail and halting voice. “If… if you see fit to do so… could you please… show me mercy and b-be gentle with me today? My body still aches from last night, my Lord.”
Ah, so that was it. In all honesty, hearing her beg him to be gentle with her while quivering before him made him want to take her right there on the floor, harder than he ever had before. He wondered what sort of expression she would wear as he mercilessly pounded into her. Ahhh, he could hear her lovely screams in his mind, her pleading voice begging him to stop as he left fresh bruises all over her soft body.
Then his mind was invaded by the image of her smiling, and the image of her hugging the pink robe. He sighed. “I’ll show you mercy, if you can satisfy me in other ways.
Now stand up and remove your robe.”
He watched her hurry to her feet, clearly eager to please him. As she shyly pulled off the robe and let it drop to her feet, he wondered how he would kill her at the end of the night. She had certainly pleased him enough to earn a quick death, but he didn’t want it to be over so soon. He wanted to take his time, draw out every agonized scream, slowly slice away parts of her until there was nothing left.
Ah, but he didn’t have time for that. He would be leaving the village by morning. It was a shame that she wasn’t the offering on the first night. Then he would have had the whole week to enjoy her. The first four nights had been an utter waste. Only the first offering had made it to his bed, and only then because he hadn’t enjoyed a woman in weeks and wasn’t feeling particular. She’d been totally boring, a hole to fuck and nothing more. He didn’t even remember her face or what she’d sounded like. The other three had been eviscerated in front of the dais, their hysterical blubbering too annoying for him to bear.
He looked at the bandaged girl in front of him and wondered if he’d ever be able to purge from his memory the image of her smiling face, the sounds of her sweet moans and cries, the feeling of her arms clutching him with all their meager might. He walked over to a stone seat near the water and sat down, deciding to give the matter more thought in the evening.
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When Lord Sukuna had stood up in the water, you’d literally stopped breathing for a few moments. Standing there naked, glistening with water, black ink trailing lines down his body, he looked every bit the god your village worshipped him as. When he came to stand over you, the closeness of that perfect body to yours made you feel dizzy. His beauty only made you more self conscious, but you took off your robe as he commanded.
Now he was seated near the water, and he beckoned you to follow. You approached him slowly, dreading whatever he might do to you but also feeling an incredible thrill. You were already wet just from the sight of him.
When you were close enough, he reached up a hand and ran it over your bandages. You felt a shiver when his damp palm slid over your bare nipples.
“Let’s take these off,” he said, and began peeling the thin strips of cloth from your body. He unwrapped you as if he were opening a gift, using careful, intimate movements that left your face burning. When the bandages were completely removed, you somehow felt more naked, even though they covered very little to begin with.
He pulled you closer to him, so that you were wedged in between his spread legs. You could feel that he was getting hard. As if in response, you felt your own arousal dripping down your legs. You clamped them together, embarrassed that you had no control over yourself when you were this close to him. But he looked at you with a smug smile, seemingly able to read your thoughts. One of his hands squeezed in between your thighs and moved up, just grazing your pussy before withdrawing.
He held up his hand, shiny with your fluids, and looked you in the eyes as he licked it clean. Your knees nearly gave way. That look in his eyes said he knew he was driving you mad with lust, that he enjoyed making you so wet you could hardly bear it. He grinned as he leaned closer and said, “If you want me to show mercy to your dripping pussy, then satisfy me with your mouth.”
As he pulled back slightly, he licked two of his fingers, thoroughly coating them in his saliva, then plunged them into your mouth. He watched you suck them ravenously as he spoke again. “Ah, but I haven’t given you permission to have my cock in your hot little mouth. What are you going to do?” The question was asked in a mocking tone, but you knew the answer.
His fingers slipped from your mouth and his strong hands pushed you down to your knees in front of him. His fully hard erection stood tall, inches from your face. You wanted it in your mouth immediately, to taste him, to please him. But he hadn’t given permission yet, so you looked up at him with teary eyes and said, “Please, Lord Sukuna… please honor me by letting me taste your cock.”
You saw his eyes widen just slightly, and his engorged member seemed to twitch. Then a wide smirk appeared on his handsome face. “Very well. You can taste it, but you’re not allowed to take it into your mouth yet.”
With a small bow of appreciation, you extended your tongue and began licking up and down his length, slowly, with worshipful motions. You paid special attention to the tip, where a few delicious drops were leaking out. Ahh, you wanted it in your mouth so badly!
“Please, I beg of you, my Lord,” you said between licks, a thin string of his sticky precum connecting his tip to your tongue, “Let me take you into my unworthy mouth.”
He looked down at you with no expression. “Denied,” he said.
His cock was throbbing under your tongue, but he clearly wasn’t going to go easy on you. It wasn’t like you were trying to be seductive, you were simply voicing your genuine desires. You nestled your tongue into his tip again and continued your pleading.
“Lord Sukuna… please… I need you in my mouth… please! Fill my mouth with your cock… let me drink your cum…”
You said it all while licking every inch of him with religious devotion.
Finally, he grinned down at you and said, “You can take me in your mouth now.”
Your lips immediately enclosed around his length, the unbelievably huge cock completely stuffing your waiting mouth, your tongue circling it.
Even though you were enraptured with the taste of him, you heard his silky voice above you.
“Oh, but now that I’m in your mouth, don’t take my cock out. No matter what. I’ll remove it when I’m ready.”
You looked up at him and nodded your head as best you could while having your mouth so full. You couldn’t imagine wanting to take it out now that you had such a gift in your mouth, but your mind was getting a little fuzzy, momentarily forgetting the kinds of cruel games Sukuna liked to play with you.
Your legs were slippery, drenched in your own juices. You were so aroused, you couldn’t stop your hand from moving down to slip inside your folds.
“Don’t touch your clit,” you heard Sukuna say in a commanding voice, and you felt like sobbing as you pulled your hand away. He wouldn’t touch it or allow you to touch it last night, and so it remained swollen and sensitive and begging for attention.
You heard him laugh at your distress. “Such a needy little cunt,” he said.
He was pulsing in your mouth, you could almost feel his heartbeat. You kept up your ministrations, using your entire mouth to pleasure him. The thick organ twitched once more, and then all at once his hand gripped your hair and pulled you forward until he was choking you. He came, shooting hot cum directly down your throat. But at the same moment, he released your hair and his hand moved to your nose, where he pinched it shut, cutting off your air.
You almost jerked back in your panic, but you remembered him telling you not to take his cock out of your mouth, so you held on, feeling the warm and sticky cum sliding down your throat as you struggled to swallow it without breathing. Tears were falling from your eyes as you looked up at him, silently pleading for him to let you take a breath. He watched you for a moment before finally releasing your nose.
For several moments you sucked in air through your nose and sputtered and coughed around his cock, not letting it fall out of your mouth. He seemed to be enjoying your struggle, looking down at you with an amused expression. It took you a little while to realize he still hadn’t pulled out, even though he had already cum.
“Did you really think I would be satisfied with cumming in your mouth only once?” he asked. Then he reached down and stroked your hair as he said, “Keep me in your mouth until you make me cum again.”
You wasted no time swirling your tongue around his now soft cock. The first step was getting him hard again, so you focused on that, making gentle sucking motions and moving your head back and forth. You tried to ignore the red eyes staring down at you, watching you work, as well as the soreness blossoming in your jaw from keeping something so big in your mouth without letting your teeth hit it.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to be fully erect again, and the feeling of him swelling against your tongue made you even wetter.
You had given up denying to yourself that you were falling for this monstrous man. He was cruel and brutal and enjoyed hurting you, but it didn’t change the way you felt in his presence. You wanted him, so much that your entire being ached for him. Even knowing he was going to kill you did nothing to dull your passion. And so you communicated those feelings through your mouth on his cock, wanting him to feel your desire, your love.
And after only a few minutes, you felt him throbbing again. His hand returned to your hair, and you prepared yourself to have his cock shoved down your throat again, but this time he suddenly pulled himself out of your mouth. As you looked up at him curiously, his hand still holding your head still, you felt strings of hot cum shoot onto your face. It covered you, getting into your hair, dripping down over one of your eyes, across your nose, running down over your lips and falling from your chin to drizzle over your breasts.
You stared up at him with one eye open, frozen, not daring to wipe any away without permission even as a glob of it ran over your left eyelid. As he looked down at your messy, cum-soaked face, Sukuna was smirking again, clearly very pleased with himself. He stroked the back of your hair and stood up from the stone seat. “Good girl,” he said, “now finish your meal.”
It took a moment for your addled mind to understand what he meant, but then it clicked for you. As he watched, you began wiping up globs of his cum with your hands and pushing it into your mouth, licking your fingers clean each time. You smiled up at him and said, “Thank you for this blessing, Lord Sukuna.”
The smirk seemed to vanish from his face, and he turned away from you. Was that….? No, it couldn’t have been…. You knew it had to have been your imagination, but for the briefest of moments, just before he turned away, you could’ve sworn there was a faint pink tint to his face.
You didn’t have time to think more deeply on it, because soon after he turned back to you and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bath. You didn’t protest, only gasped in surprise as he stepped into the water and sat down, easing you into the steamy warmth. The water smelled so sweet, like him.
He gently pushed your entire head down into the water, just for a few seconds, then pulled you back up. Then he had a sponge in his hand, wiping at your face. When finished, he turned you to face away from him and then began running his hands through your hair, working some sort of lather into it.
Was he really washing your hair? It seemed ludicrous. He was a tyrant, an evil god, but right now he was carefully rinsing your hair. The soft movements made your whole body tingle. Was this his way of rewarding you? Or the start of another sick game?
Once your hair was washed, he sat back against the wall of the tub and pulled you into his lap, your back against his firm, wet chest. One of his hands moved over your body lightly, brushing over your nipples, your stomach, you hips, and then settling between your thighs.
The hand just sat there for a while, not moving and not parting your folds, as if it were just a comfortable place to leave it. Then, just as you were relaxing, one of his fingers slipped in. It pointedly did not touch your clit, only the area around it, which drove you mad. He circled it without even grazing it once, and you quivered in his lap.
“Please… Lord Sukuna…”
He had his mouth close to you ear. “Please what?”
“Please touch my…”
After you failed to finish the sentence, he whispered to you, “Touch your what?”
You squirmed as he kept rubbing everywhere except your aching nub. “My… c-clit,” you whined, both your hands gripping his strong arm.
“I won’t,” he said, “and you won’t either. Not now.”
The finger he’d been tormenting you with slid completely inside you, and was quickly joined by another. You moaned, your back arching against him as he pumped both fingers in and out of you.
Your senses were overwhelmed. The heat of the water, the strong scent of cherry blossoms, Sukuna’s perfect body pressed against yours, his sultry whispers, his fingers fucking your needy hole… it was too much for your fragile emotions to handle.
“Lord Sukuna… I love you…”
The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you quickly lowered your face to hide your blush. His fingers never stopped, and in fact he added a third as his other hand tilted your chin up to make you look at him.
He looked amused, as usual, and said in his beautiful voice, “Such a pitiful little offering.” Before you could even wonder what he meant by those words, his mouth encased yours, his tongue pressing between your lips and swirling with your own. Your hips in his lap reflexively moved with the rhythm of his plunging fingers as you moaned into his mouth.
Every inch of you felt amazing. You wanted to stay like this forever. If only the festival would never end, if only you could have been chosen the first night and had a few more nights with Sukuna, if only he felt even one tiny, fleeting speck of care for you.
One of his fingers pressed a spot inside you that made you nearly scream in pleasure, and you came on his hand, your body shuddering in his arms while his lips drank in your moans.
The two of you remained in the water for a while longer, neither of you speaking, your panting the only sound in the room. Then Sukuna stepped out of the water, and you followed soon after.
You stared at his form longingly as he dried himself off. He caught your gaze and laughed. “We just bathed. Don’t tempt me to make a mess of you again.”
You blushed and turned away from him to finish drying off yourself. You were still embarrassed about your slip up earlier, when you accidentally admitted that you loved him. You knew such feelings from an ordinary village girl were laughable to him, so you hoped he would simply forget it.
The two of you pulled on fresh robes and left the bathing room. As you walked down the hall a few steps behind Sukuna, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Let’s have something to eat. You don’t want to be hungry when night falls.” Then he continued on.
You stopped dead in your tracks. It occurred to you that he would definitely take you in his bed one more time before the festival ended, and he would probably hurt you again. You thought you could withstand physical pain, you’d even made peace with the fact that he would kill you. But there was still something he could do to you that you didn’t think you could handle, something he would most likely do just for the sake of being cruel. He could let you know just how little he thought of you, how ridiculous your sad little love was, how meaningless these past few days had been to him.
A strange little throb appeared in your chest, and you pressed your hand there to feel your own heart beating. You shook your head to try to dispel your dark thoughts, and hurried after Sukuna, deciding to do your best to enjoy your final hours.
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ynofficial: he smiles and falls asleep on me and leaves vancouver for work often :/
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lhughes_06: HQ being harley and...
ynofficial: you used to my favourite
lhughes_06: what am i now?
ynofficial: on thin ice
fan14: pretty sure luke hughes has a brother called quinn
fan15: yeah he does
fan16: quinn is in the second photo and i think the last?
fan17: wait does hq = harley/quinn????
_quinnhughes has added to their story
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ynofficial: new 'dainty florals' set on the market!
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fan18: are you on the market too?
fan19: LMAO no
fan20: i'm analysing her hands now
fan21: POV you're here bc of that twitter thread
fan22: me
fan23: the moon mug is giving fairy garden and i love it
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_quinnhughes: been busy lately
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fan24: babe we all know *wink wink*
fan25: that's definitely y/n
fan26: quinn rn: sorry i haven't been posting i've been having a lot of sex
fan28: everyone knows
jackhughes: and i'm still patiently waiting
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ynofficial: congrats on your-
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fan29: -record breaking of 263 games to assist 200 times?
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jackhughes: 🐔
ynofficial: bet
fan30: even the fucking cake is canucks themed
lhughes_06: if you don't i will
ynofficial: it's cute you think i'll let myself be blackmailed
fan31: it's impossible for it not to be quinn at this point
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_quinnhughes: i was told to say 'alexa play cornelia street' as a caption
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bradytkachuk: you're so whipped
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fan32: this is literally the same place y/n posted in her last post
jackhughes: TAG HER
fan33: jack losing his patience is all of us rn
_quinnhughes went live 3 minutes ago!
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jackhughes: because these two IDIOTS are refusing to actually do anything about it, i'm taking the matter into my own hands for my and your mental health. this is ynofficial and _quinnhughes and they are 100% dating and 1000% in love to the point where it actually melts me. thank you and good night
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lhughes_06: i didn't think you'd ACTUALLY do it
jackhughes: do not underestimate me
_quinnhughes: and then you wonder why luke is y/n's favourite
fan34: WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!
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ynofficial: i hate you
jackhughes: you wish you did 😘😘
fan35: i love how y/n and quinn are so private that the only way their relationship would ever get exposed is if someone did it for them
fan36: fr they fit each other so well
fan37: THEY! ARE! PARENTS!
fan38: omg y/n has a harley and a quinn in her life
fan39: HQ makes sense now
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I Can See You (II)
Series Masterlist/Warnings
Tag List: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester @perpetualabsurdity @antisocialcorrupt @heavenlyackles @anixiiee @jackles010378 @suckitands33 @deans-spinster-witch @k-slla @alternativeprincess @spnbaby-67 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygrl @ladysparkles78 @rach5ive @deansapplepie @lauraashley93 @hzllxhoundxx @kmc1989 @creative-writing92 (if you would like added please comment on this post or send an ask with the story name so I can keep my story tag lists straight!)
"well I can see you."
What did that even mean?
Was he trying to flirt with me?
Surely not!
Although all of me wished that was the case, it couldn't be.
Could it?
I spent the rest of the night, well in to the next morning thinking about his words. I heard a light knocking on my door breaking me from my spiraling thoughts. Jared opens the door, crashing on my bed. I take my hand running it through his shaggy hair, it was something that always calmed him.
"what's up?" I asked him as he sighed.
"just tired, and a little nervous to start filming today." He admitted.
"don't be nervous, you'll be great, you always are." I smiled.
"I'm kind of glad you're coming with."
"kind of?" I scoffed in mock hurt.
"you know what I mean you brat." Jared said shoving my hand away from his hair.
"if anyone is a brat here it's you moose." I teased.
"just shut up and get dressed, we have to leave in a hour."
"you cut me deep moose." I joked.
Jared rolled his eyes before standing up and walking towards the door.
"uh one more thing, just uh stick with me and Jensen today, don't go wandering off like you do." Jared said, referring to my disappearing act last night at the party.
Jensen.
At the mention of his name, the events from last night, his words, it all came flooding back. I bit my lip, once again starting my spiral of overthinking.
"did you hear me?" Jared asked.
I rolled my eyes at him. He could be really annoyingly overprotective sometimes. I reluctantly shook my head in agreement.
"now get out of here!" I groaned throwing a pillow at him.
Jared dodged it easily, laughing before departing from my room.
I quickly got up throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt that read I ❤️Dean Winchester. I got it simply because I knew it would make Jared mad, and as his little sister I had a duty to annoy him as much as possible.
I ran a hand through my hair before descending down the stairs. Jared and Jensen sat in the kitchen, hunched over bowls of cereal. Jared was the first one to look up.
"what are you wearing?" He asked rolling his eyes, causing Jensen to look up too.
I could see the grin spread to Jensen's face.
"I for one love it." He smirked.
Jared rolled his eyes again.
"I can't wear your merch, that'd be weird, besides everyone knows Dean is the superior Winchester." I laughed grabbing the cereal box and dumping some in to my open mouth.
"she's got a point." Jensen said grabbing the cereal box from my hands to pour me a bowl.
"I hate you both." Jared grumbled, getting up to put his bowl in the sink.
I could feel an awkward tension settle between me and Jensen as Jared left the room. It was the first time where I had no clue what to say to him. It seemed like he was struggling with the same thing.
"about last night.." Jensen started but I cut him off.
"what about it?"
"I uh probably shouldn't have said that.." He said rubbing his neck nervously.
Ouch.
It was silly of me to think he meant anything by it.
"oh, okay." I whispered, trying my best to hide the disappointment in my voice.
Jensen breathed a sigh, standing up and walking over to the sink to deposit his bowl. He turns around quickly glancing at me.
"I meant it, I just probably shouldn't have said it."
I was dumbfounded as I watched him leave the kitchen.
I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. I couldn't stop the smile that spread to my face.
Holy Shit.
It was definitely him being flirty.
Why else would he say he shouldn't have said it?
He didn't want Jared to know he was flirting with his little sister.
Okay, maybe I was getting a little too ahead of myself.
I scarfed down the rest of my cereal quickly joining the boys in the car. I kept sneaking glances at Jensen but he never returned them. It was like when other people were around, I was just Jared's annoying little sister, but when we were alone he was different.
I was feeling excited when we got to set. Jared and Jensen immediately went to wardrobe and makeup, dragging me along. I didn't realize just how much went into getting ready for shooting. As soon as they were ready they were whisked away to start filming. I stayed close, just like I had promised. I didn't mind though, it was cool to see Jensen and Jared take on a different persona and become Sam and Dean Winchester.
I giggled as Jensen broke character, yelling at Jared for messing up his lines.
"be nice to him!" I yelled from the sidelines.
Jared gave me a look as if telling me to shut up. I smirked before standing up and stretching my muscles. It felt like we've been here for hours already. I know I promised to stick close, but I really needed to find a bathroom.
I slipped away quietly, walking around the massive studio. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out, bringing it to life. It was a text from mom asking how Jared was doing. I rolled my eyes typing back a reply. It seems it didn't matter how I was doing, like usual.
I was too busy looking at my phone that I didn't see the body in front of me until I was crashing in to it.
"shit, are you okay?"
I looked up to see a really handsome guy, he looked to be around the same age as me.
"uh yeah, that was totally my fault." I said taking his extended hand so he could help me to my feet.
"are you uh a Jensen fan?" He asked pointing to my shirt with a laugh.
"I'm uh, Jared, uh Sam's sister, I got it mainly to make him mad." I said awkwardly.
I wasn't the kind of girl who was experienced with talking to guys, especially handsome ones.
"Well Jared Sam's sister it's nice to meet you I'm Jeremiah, I'm an extra for the first two episodes." He teased.
"It's nice to meet you too extra Jeremiah." I teased back surprising myself.
He laughed, making me blush.
"It's uh (y/n)." I said with a smile.
"(y/n), nice name for a nice personality." Jeremiah said making me blush even harder.
I wasn't use to men complimenting me.
"thank you." I replied shyly.
"well uh, I should get going, I'm supposed to be in the makeup trailer." He smiled offering me a small wave.
"Jeremiah." I called causing him to turn around.
"could you uh, maybe point me towards a bathroom?" I asked with a laugh.
"I'll do you one better, follow me."
I started to walk next to Jeremiah, taking a moment to get a good look at him. He had the prettiest blue eyes, a vast contrast from Jensen's green ones. He was naturally tan, with muscles protruding from his shirt.
"I get it, it can get a little crazy on set, hard to find things." Jeremiah spoke, breaking the silence.
"yeah I don't know how you guys do it." I admitted looking at where we were.
I was indeed going the complete opposite direction of the bathroom.
"yeah and I'm just an extra." He said sounding a little bummed.
I grabbed his hand giving it a comforting squeeze.
"Jeremiah don't worry you'll get your big break soon enough, Jared thought he was going to be working odd jobs forever and now look at him." I comforted.
"you're really cool, you know that?" Jeremiah said turning towards me with a smile.
I felt the blush spreading to my cheeks once again.
"you're really cool too." I smiled.
"uh here we are." Jeremiah says gesturing to a door.
"thanks." I said offering him another genuine smile.
"see you around Jared Sam's sister." He said with a wink.
"see you around extra Jeremiah."
I couldn't fight the smile on my face. It was nice to be noticed by someone. I quickly used the restroom, before skipping happily back to set where the boys stood.
"what's got you so smiley?" Jensen asked as he took a seat beside me.
"oh nothing." I said trying to shrug it off.
"no come on, just tell me." Jensen said bumping me with his elbow.
I took a deep breath. I could tell Jensen wasn't going to give it up.
"Jeremiah, he's uh one of the extras on set, he's nice." I shrugged as if it weren't a big deal.
I thought for a second I saw a flash of disappointment on Jensen's face.
"nice is he?" Jensen asked leaning back in the chair.
"yes, he was nice." I said bumping him with my elbow.
"just be careful, nice guys are the ones you have to watch out for." Jensen said.
"are you giving me relationship advice?" I asked with a giggle.
"just want you to be careful baby moose."
I rolled my eyes at his nickname.
"can you please stop calling me that, I just want to be called by my actual name." I grumbled making Jensen smirk.
Jensen stood up, leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"nah, you'll always be my baby moose."
I couldn't fight the blush that spread to my cheeks as I watched him walk back to set, ready to film the next scene.
my baby moose.
Holy Shit.
I settled back in the chair trying to calm my breathing as I watched the next scene. I saw Jeremiah walk on to screen, reciting his lines. He caught my eye offering me a smile. I offered him one back, catching Jensen's attention.
"and that's a wrap." I heard the director yell off screen.
I stood up ready to greet Jared. I was surprised to see Jeremiah walking over to me.
"Hi." He said with a grin.
"Hi Jeremiah, you were great out there." I said offering him a smile.
"Thanks, I uh came over to see if maybe you wanted to go get coffee with me?" Jeremiah asked with a hopeful smile on his face.
Woah.
He was asking me on a date?
I glanced past him to see Jensen talking with a female coworker. He was laughing and putting a hand on her arm.
I realized that Jensen would never like me the way I liked him.
"I would love to go for coffee with you Jeremiah." I said loud enough so Jensen could hear.
"great, uh let me go change and then we can go." Jeremiah said before rushing off.
I smiled as I watched him leave.
"ready to go?" Jared asked returning from his trailer.
"actually she has a date tonight." Jensen said before I could.
I glared at him.
"a date? who with?" Jared questioned.
"Jeremiah, the extra." Jensen answered again scoffing as he said extra.
"so what if he's an extra, he's nice, and he likes me." I said, glaring directly at Jensen.
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with being an extra." Jensen defended.
"yeah well you sure seem like you have a problem." I growled.
"Jared and I don't want you to get hurt is all." Jensen shot back.
"I think the both of you should just let me make my own decisions." I yelled.
Jensen was about to respond, but Jeremiah was walking over to us again.
"I uh know this great coffee shop, you ready to go?" He asked nervously looking at Jared and Jensen.
"I am, I'll see you both later." I said glaring at both boys, but mostly Jensen.
Who did he think he was?
He acts one way when we're around everyone else and another when we're in private. It was confusing and frustrating. It was like he was ashamed to be with me. I deserved to have someone who was happy to be around me, happy to be seen with me.
Jensen
I watched her walk away, slipping her hand in his.
I could feel the jealously burning in my chest.
I shouldn't be jealous, I know that.
I can't help it.
I thought I made it clear that I was interested, but I guess I hadn't made it clear enough.
"dude, what's up with you?" Jared asked looking at me.
"nothing, I just don't want baby moose to get taken advantage of by some guy we don't even know." I said trying to hide what I was actually feeling.
"I mean yeah but he seems harmless enough." Jared shrugs.
I think that was the problem.
He seemed like a good guy. A guy that could treat her how she deserved to be treated. A guy that Jared approved of.
"I guess so." I answered.
"I'm beat, you ready to go home?" Jared asked with a yawn.
"I'll catch you at home, there's some things I need to take care of first." I said offering him a smile.
"okay man, see you later." Jared said with a wave.
I was suddenly feeling the need for some coffee.
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"oh my gosh no." Jeremiah said laughing at my embarrassing story.
I had been talking to Jeremiah for over an hour. He was super easy to talk to once I got over the nerves. He was actually really funny too. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
"I swear to you, spilled it all over the designer." I said laughing too.
"you certainly have a thing for great first impressions." Jeremiah winked.
"It's one of my many shining qualities." I joked.
"I mean you didn't have to hurt yourself to get my attention." Jeremiah flirts, placing a hand on my cheek.
I couldn't stop the blush that spread to my cheeks.
"you're cute when you blush." Jeremiah said gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"I probably look like a mess." I said laughing.
"I don't think that's even possible." He whispered, closer to me now.
I could see his eyes shifting from mine, down to my lips.
I think he wants to kiss me.
I think I might want him too.
I gulped as he leaned in, fluttering his eyes closed.
"baby moose, so funny seeing you here."
I jumped at Jensen's loud voice pulling away from Jeremiah.
"Jeremiah right?" Jensen asks holding his hand out for Jeremiah to shake.
"yeah, hey." Jeremiah answers shaking his hand.
It was incredibly awkward as Jensen stood staring at Jeremiah.
"uh Jere, can you go get me a refill?" I asked handing him my empty coffee cup.
"sure, be right back." Jeremiah smiled, taking my cup and disappearing towards the front.
I turned towards Jensen glaring at him.
"what the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled.
"oh you know just getting some coffee."
"you have no right, you need to go!"
"relax, I'm just grabbing some coffee." Jensen smirked.
"well grab your coffee and go, now."
"you don't have to be such a brat." Jensen scoffed before leaving.
Jeremiah came back shortly after with a now full cup of coffee.
"everything okay there?" He asked looking around for Jensen.
"yeah, sorry he just can be kind of an ass sometimes." I said furrowing my eyebrows.
I sat with Jeremiah for another hour, talking and laughing. He then offered to drive me home, which of course I accepted. He pulled in to the driveway, turning off the car.
"I uh, had a really nice time with you tonight." Jeremiah said.
"I had a good time too, thank you." I said offering him a smile.
"I guess this is goodnight then." Jeremiah said slowly, like he was dreading leaving.
"I mean shouldn't we say goodnight properly?" I asked turning towards him with a flirty smile.
Jeremiah smirked, getting what I was hinting at.
Jeremiah leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a gentle kiss. I put my hand on his cheek, kissing him deeper. He was really good at it. I slowly pulled away, allowing the blush to spread to my cheeks.
"goodnight Jeremiah." I said before exiting the car.
I couldn't fight the smile as I walked in to the house, going towards the kitchen.
"how was the rest of your hot date?" Jensen asked sitting at the kitchen island.
I felt my anger towards him return.
"excuse me?"
"relax (y/n) I was just having a bit of fun." Jensen said.
"you're an asshole you know that, okay, all I wanted was to go on a date with a guy I think is cute, and sweet and you had to show up and ruin it." I growled.
"and me showing up for like two seconds ruined that, really?"
"why couldn't you just let me have this one thing, just admit it you cared where I was, who I was with." I started but Jensen quickly cut me off.
"no I didn't, I don't." Jensen was quick to defend
"stop lying!"
"stop being such a baby!"
"oh and you're such an adult huh, you spent your night crashing my first date just for fun!" I yelled furious at him.
Jensen glared at me, taking a sip of his beer.
"you know what just forget it, why don't you go flirt with some more girls." I scoffed turning to walk away.
"yeah, well why don't you go kiss some more wannabe actors." Jensen growled.
I took a deep breath walking away from him.
I feel that if someone really wants you in their life, they’re gonna show it, not just talk about it, and if their actions don’t match up to their words, I lose interest fast.
Jensen was unbelievable.
If he wanted me, he would show it.
I used to know I wanted him, but now I'm not so sure.
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Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader
Words: 3.2k
Warnings: fluff, doflamingo, angst but light and fluff
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Chapter VI: You are my safe place
Law huffed at his office table. He had arrived earlier than his schedule, but all in order to avoid you. It wasn't that he didn't want to see you, he really wanted to see you and share moments with you, even if they were those in the car where you were singing a Taylor Swift song at the top of your lungs. But since last week when he had to go out of town to see the person he hated most in the world and meet him, he knew that having you around wasn't safe for you. He knew that you were stubborn and that you probably wouldn't give up so easily and would return home sooner or later, so leaving the house before you had been the best option he had seen to avoid talking to you again.
He had an idea of who the person had been who had warned him, not for nothing did he try to get information from you the only time you met. Law leaned back in his seat and rubbed his temple. Years ago he and Corazon had distanced themselves from the family, they had gone to a quiet town, away from everything, away from him. But once again Doflamingo, he had to annoy them.
When Law talked to him on the phone, he actually considered telling Corazon the truth, telling him that his brother had called and that he was up to no good. But instead Law decided to tell him that Penguin and Shachi had been in an accident and he was going to see them for a week.
So yes, he went to meet Doflamingo to see what he wanted. The meeting was really short and unpleasant for Law but the worst thing was knowing that Doflamingo knew about you and that you lived next door. His skin crawled when your name came out of Doflamingo's lips, at that moment he felt like beating him up right there. Doflamingo began to talk about how they both seemed very happy in that town, that Law was paid well and how Corazon seemed very happy as a police officer, all this with the most cynical smile on his face. It was when Doflamingo finally told him what he wanted, money, as always. He said that if he didn’t get the amount he was asking him he would take action on the matter. Law agreed to give him, he wanted to keep both of you saved. But he knew he should be cautious since Monet knew who you were and she was on constant communication with him. He needed to find a way to fire her.
He sighed heavily and hit the table, couldn't he just leave them alone for once? Two knocks were heard on the door, Law wrinkled his eyebrows, it was still early for any patient to arrive for consultation.
“C’mon in.” He said sitting properly and putting on glasses. “What are you doing here?” He said once he saw who was the one knocking.
“Law…” You said swallowing. “I came here because…”
“I told you already that I didn’t want to see you again, didn’t I?” Law said and turned to look at his computer.
“You actually said you weren’t going to take me from the restaurant to my house, nothing about not seeing each other.” You said sitting on the chair.
“Y/n I’m not joking here, leave.”
You shook your head. “No.” He gave you a withering look and you just smiled at him. “Actually… I feel a bit sick. You’re a doctor so… please doctor could you check me?”
“Y/n… you know I can tell when you lie right?”
“Ah!” You cried out, you ain’t leaving that room until you were able to talk properly with Law. “Doctor please.” You pouted.
He sighed. “Where does it hurt?”
You smiled. “Here.” You pointed to your left knee.
He stood up and kneel in front of you. “Can you put your pants up so I can check your knee better?” He said while looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“I…”
Shit y/n. You couldn’t really put them up, they were too tight, but when I asked you where it hurt, you only thought of saying the knee because it was true that it had been hurting for a few weeks.
“I don’t think I can do that.” You told him.
“Well then take them off.” Your whole face turned red in that instant.
“Wait… what?”
“Is for the examination y/n.”
“Of course, sure, yeah, hahaha” You laughed nervously.
“Listen, if you don’t feel comfortable, I can get something for you to cover up.” He said standing back up.
“Yeah… that would be okay.”
He nodded and left the room, leaving you there waiting. After your talk with Nami the day before, you had decided that you were going to get an explanation for Law's behavior. And you knew Law was doing his best to ignore you and not see you. You took off your jacket, waited there looking around at his office. You noticed a picture of him with Bepo on the wall, you smiled noticing how Bepo was still a puppy in that picture.
“Law you back?” You said turning around when you heard the door opening. But it was not Law who was in the door, it was the nurse from the other day, the one with the green hair. “Oh hello.”
“Where is Dr. Trafalgar?” She spoke.
“He went to…”
“Honestly I don’t care.” She replied. “I’m here to talk with you.” She sat next to you. “You should stay away from him, you know? Or the boss will have a good reason to make Law his little puppet again. And you probably don’t want that, right?”
“Excuse me… I don’t know what you are talking about…”
“It’s okay you will probably meet him if you keep yourself around him. This is from one girl to another, stay away from him.” You looked away, she was scaring you. Who the fuck was the boss and what did she mean with Law being a puppet?
She left without saying anything else. You were left there without knowing what to say or what to do. You don’t know how much time passed or when the door was once again open but when you came back, Law was in front of you, looking at you with an intense and worried look.
“You okay?” He said. “You are pale…” He said and touched your face. You knew he was probably checking your temperature but that didn’t stop you from turning red and moving your face away from his hand.
“Actually… I think I will leave.” You said standing and turning around to grab your things. “I have to go to work or else Zeff will get mad.” You tried to joke.
“Y/n, something happened right?” He said standing in front of you. “Did someone come here?”
“No.” You said, maybe a little too fast.
He examined your face, he knew you were lying and you knew he knew. “I already told you, you can lie but I will know.”
You looked down trying to avoid his gaze and thinking how to ask the question that was on the tip of your tongue. “Law…” You paused for a moment. “Are you… in danger?” You finally said.
You couldn’t see his face but you saw how his hands closed when you asked that question.
“Don’t worry about me… okay?”
You frowned and looked at him. “How could I not? You can not pretend like I don’t care about you, like I can ignore that someone is threatening you.”
“I have been dealing with this shit all my life, you don’t have to worry but I want you to stay away from me.”
“I can’t do that…”
“Y/n…”
“No Law, you can not ask me that. I want to help you.” You swallowed. “Corazon could help you, he is a police officer, I’m pretty sure he can…”
“Don’t… please y/n stay away from this, from me.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re so fucking stubborn aren’t you?”
“You know I am. And I’m not going to let you deal with this on your own.”
“I told you I have been dealing with…”
“Doesn’t mean you have to keep dealing with it alone.” You cut him off, never once leaving his gaze.
He huffed and leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes closed. He massaged his temple, you really were stubborn and seemed to not care about anything he told you, you were willing to continue with him.
“Why y/n? Why do you want to risk yourself for me?” He said looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Because…” You thought of the reason, deep inside of you, you knew why you were doing that, but would you be able to put it out? “I… I care about you and you make me feel like I’m myself again whenever I’m with you, it's like I don’t have to pretend to be someone else when I’m by your side. You are… you are my safe space.” You let everything out, in a rush but it was out. “And I don’t want to lose that.” You added looking at him.
You watched him breathe heavily, but without saying any words. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes moved around looking at your entire face. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, trying to say something but saying nothing. You didn't think that your confession would leave him speechless and a part of you was regretting having said it. Law swallowed hard, you could see how his Adam's apple moved.
“Y/n…”
“Oi Trafalgar.” The door opened completely, revealing a blonde man with glasses and dressed just like Law. “Oh! I’m interrupting something?” He looked at you both.
“Marco…” Law moved to place him near the man, whose name now you knew it was Marco. “Nothing to worry about, my patient was already going home.”
You nodded. “Yeah, I’m leaving.” You said and walked to the door. “Thank you for looking at my knee doctor. I will take care of it.” You lied and turned around saying goodbye to both of them.
You quickly left the place, out of the corner of your eye you could see the same girl who had come in to tell you that about Law. You didn't want to stop being with Law, you wanted to continue sharing your trips in the forest, bother him with jokes, make him let you sing at the top of your lungs, see the stars with him again. And yes, with him you felt like you were back to being that girl that you thought had disappeared a long time ago. With the rest of the band you also felt good but with Law it was different. As you felt the cold air hit your face, you blew on your hands to warm up. You really wanted to be able to support Law, in some way. But like that girl, Zoro had also told you to be careful with Law, with the people around him. Was that “boss” so dangerous? So much so that you had to get away from him and Law couldn't do anything about it?
On the other hand, Law was reading the report that Marco had brought him. He was really trying to concentrate but he couldn't stop thinking about you, your words and the strange feeling you had caused in him.
“Earth calling to Law, come back to us please.” He heard Marco’s voice.
“Eh… I think it’s…”
“I think you’re somewhere else.” Marco smiled. “That girl, is the new girl that came here some weeks ago right?”
“Yeah, she is.”
Marco smirked. “You seemed to have an interesting conversation going on.”
“What…? We were… we were discussing some medical stuff, that’s it.” Law shook his head, trying not to seem nervous.
Marco laughed. “Please Law, I have known you long enough to see that what you were having wasn’t a patient doctor conversation.”
“Shut up.” Law rolled his eyes.
“Whatever you say lover boy.” Marco stood up and walked to the door, leaving Law alone.
Law leaned back in his chair, thinking again about your words and what he could do to fix this shit. Because one thing that he was clear about was that he did not want you to end up in this mess in any way, for Donflamingo to get close to you. But what could he do? That man pulled the strings in the underworld, he had contacts with the police, who looked the other way when he wanted to do some of his shit.
When he and Corazon came to live here thirteen years ago, everything had been normal. Corazon got a good job as a police officer in the town and he started going to school and making friends. Everything was phenomenal, until Law left to study medicine, that was when he met Donflamingo again and from then on Donflamingo would occasionally ask him for money, with the condition of leaving Corazon alone and letting him live his life in a peaceful way.
Law took off his glasses and growled frustrated with the whole situation, no matter where he looked at it it was a maze with no exit. He got up from his chair and left his office. He didn't have any patients for another hour so he could go talk to Monet and tell her to leave you alone already. He saw her at the reception, with her glasses on, reading.
“Monet.” He called her.
She looked up and gave him a fake smile. “Good morning, Dr. Trafalgar. You came earlier today.”
“Cut that shit Monet.” Law cut her. “Listen, I know what you are up to and you better stay away from y/n. She has nothing to do with any of the shit you and the whole gang are in. So leave her alone and don’t approach her.”
Monet rolled his eyes. “My goodness Law, are you so taken with her? You already know that I only inform the boss about how you are, he cares about you.” Law snorted. “And it's good that the boss knows that you have a crush on a girl from the town, maybe one day he will even come and pay you a visit. “At the end of the day I miss her little brother.”
“The brother he tried to kill? Yeah don’t make me laugh, that man doesn’t care for anything other than money and power.”
“He deserved it, he betrayed the family.” Law narrowed his eyes. “It’s frustrating isn’t it? You can not do anything to get rid of me and besides Law, you will always be part of his family, no matter how much you try to get away or how much you try to protect Corazon. He will always find a way to find you.”
Law turned away from the counter in frustration and without saying anything returned to his office. And it was true, no matter how much he and Corazon tried to escape from that family, they would always find them and if they wanted to harm or harm them, Doflamingo would not hesitate to do so. During the rest of the day he dedicated himself to seeing patients, in the office and on the phone. When he realized it, the sun had already set and the streetlights were illuminating the streets. He stretched out in his chair and picked up everything to leave. He wanted to go home and rest his mind, even if it was just for a few hours.
He said goodbye to Marco and the nurses there and got into his car. He started the car and prepared to go home, but he didn't. For some reason, one that he knew very well, he parked in front of the restaurant. He sighed and looked out the window, there you were. You were wearing a high ponytail, but some of your locks fell in front of your face, and you had a smile on your face as you served the few clients you had that day. He grabbed his phone and connected it to the car, he opened Spotify, an app that for him was practically non-existent before you appeared in his life. He didn't listen to music so he didn't need a music app, right? And to no one's surprise, Taylor Swift was the artist who appeared to continue listening. He pressed play and smiled unconsciously when he remembered how excited she was to sing each lyric of the songs when he took you home.
An hour passed as he watched you say goodbye to Zeff and Sanji. Law got out of the car and leaned against it, waiting for you. He really was a hypocrite, after treating you terribly a few days ago, telling you on more than one occasion that you shouldn't be close, there he was.
When you walked down the small stairs at the entrance and looked up, you felt your heart skip a beat. He was standing there, looking at you and not looking away from you for a second. Waiting for you after work and looking at you with eyes that you couldn't describe or decipher. You approached him, shivering, was it because of the cold or because of what happened that morning? You had practically confessed to him and now you were seeing each other again after that.
“Law… What are you doing here?” You stood in front of him.
“I… I came for you.” He said and you nodded.
“About this morning…” You started to talk but he cut you out.
“Get in the car, you’re trembling.” He said and opened the door for you. You thanked him and got in the car. “You need to buy new clothes, warmer clothes.”
“Yeah… you told me that, remember?” He nodded and started driving back home. “Law about what I said this morning…”
“Once we arrive, let me check your knee.” He once again cut you off, was he evading the topic?
“Are you evading the conversation we had this morning?”
He shook his head. “I’m not, but… I told you, it’s complicated and… I don’t want to put you through something you don’t deserve.”
“I understand… but I want you to know that you have me.” He nodded and you saw the small smile on his face. “And about you being my safe place, listen, you can igno…”
“You also make me want to be myself when I’m with you y/n.” A small oh escaped your lips and you could feel your cheeks redden. “You’re cute peachie.” He whispered.
“Shut up Law.” You turned around, covering yourself. This was embarrassing.
“Oh…” You heard Law say.
“What?” You looked at him.
“It seems like it’s starting to snow.”
You looked ahead and could see how small snowflakes fell on the car window. You smiled. “It really is.” You whispered.
Law smiled when he realized how dazzling your eyes were just seeing the small snowflakes on the window. He was so hooked for you and there was no going back.
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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.
Chaeri's masterlist
❒ Reading order: 1. Chaeri's recovery | 2. Calvin Klein with Jk | 3. HS concert
❒ genre: Angst
❒ words: 2.5k+
❒ summary: In which Harry Styles' post-concert doesn't go as planned for Chaeri, as Jungkook has something to tell her
❒ warnings: swearing; heated argument;
❒ pairing: Jungkook x 8thmember!OC
❒ notes: I'd have much to say about what I wrote. First of all, it was very difficult. Chaeri has this very annoying way about her in which she uses anger to hide other emotions, and I did not find it easy to write. Usually I don't expose myself much, for those who read my blog know that I didn't plan yet an ending of this story, but I think Jungkook is not in the wrong this time. Chaeri has sent him some unclear signals, plus she has completely distanced herself from him. In one way I understand his point of view.
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March 20, 2023
Chaeri bubbled with joy as she left the concert arena, greeting fans on her way out.
Concerts always put her in a cheerful mood, especially when it was Harry Styles performing, and having the chance to meet him backstage had made it an even better experience. For two hours, she felt like a normal friend hanging out with Yoongi and Namjoon rather than a celebrity herself.
When the concert paused halfway, Taehyung, who was nearby with Jungkook and a friend of theirs, asked her to tag along for a bite after the show. She accepted the offer, knowing that Yoongi and Namjoon would head home straight away once it was all over.
Though it didn't take her long to catch up with the two guys, she had to wait for the personnel managing the event to have most of the onlookers removed and organized so that all the celebrities could leave without being mobbed.
Chaeri waved to both of them as she drew near, her face aching from the long smile it had been wearing since the night started. "It was stunning" she exclaimed.
Wrapping Taehyung in an all-encompassing hug, she beamed with happiness "Harry was so nice to agree to take a picture only with me! I can't believe it's already finished"
She diverted her attention from Taehyung to give Jungkook a warm welcome too.
Harry Styles had put her in such a great mood, she wasn't going to let the bad vibes from their last encounter while on the set of the Calvin Klein photoshoot ruin her night.
So, she gave him a hug, albeit briefer than Taehyung, and then touched his arm gently, asking "Did you have a good time?"
Jungkook nodded, his voice muffled by the mask he had not yet taken off his face. "Yes," he said "there's not many who can put on a show quite like Harry Styles"
Chaeri gave his arm an affectionate pat in reply to his comment. "Well said!"
"Did she just turned in fangirl mode?" Taehyung teased her playfully, and she stuck out her tongue in response.
"Aren't we all a bit of a fangirl for him?"
Once they were in the car and out of sight, Tae maneuvered himself from the backseat to the front, taking care to not bump into them with his long legs. He then took a seat next to the driver
"What the hell are you doing?" Chaeri inquired, avoiding the near-miss of a kick that the boy almost gave her as he scrambled to get into the front seat
Taehyung leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief, pleased with himself for achieving the task. He spun around to face the two people he had just brought together. "I'm giving you both the chance to clear the air."
"What? There's nothing to talk about"
"Stop it," Taehyung replied sternly to her. "Every time we're all together, it's incredibly awkward because of you two. I don't know how you avoided it tonight. This has to end. Make peace."
With those words, he shut the divider between the back and front seats of the car, providing them with some privacy.
Chaeri had her mouth slightly open in amazement and was beginning to get nervous. She also knew that the broken rapport between her and Jungkook was a source of stress for the whole group, yet was that really the night and was that really the way to discuss it?
Jungkook shifted in his seat, his gaze fixed on Chaeri. "I'm sorry," he said "Don't take it out on him, I was the one who asked him to tell you to come in the car with us and give us some privacy. I needed to talk to you"
"I really can't believe you two pulled me into this little game"
Taehyung's words echoed through the divider, making Chaeri jump. "No one is playing games," he had his gaze focused on her reflected eyes in the driving mirror "You two have been avoiding each other for weeks, and it's not healthy for the group dynamic. Clear the air, talk it out."
She tapped her knuckles against the divider and asked, "Don't you remember you said we'd have some privacy?"
"My apologies," he replied. The boy in the front seat had now tucked his head down, out of sight. He was trying to be invisible.
Jungkook glanced down at his hands, where an array of silver rings glinted in the light. His fingers nervously twisted them around and around as he spoke, his gaze fixated on the shining metal "Before anything else," he began, "I want to apologize for what happened last time. I should have respected your boundaries... But I don't regret saying what I said."
A heavy silence filled the air as she stared at him, her lips parting slightly before closing again. After a long pause, she finally muttered "Jungkook, please. Let's not talk about this again”
The car had been driving for several minutes, thus taking away any hope of escape from that conversation she did not want to face. She made a mental note to kill Taehyung once that day was over.
"No,I refuse to delay this conversation any longer”
Well, from better to better.
Crossing her arms, she turned away from him, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not going to hear what you have to say” she had to warm her voice first, to make it come out as if she didn't care what he had to say to her
Jungkook's emotions were now clear on his face: lips slightly pursed, eyes narrowed, and a jaw clenched tight in an effort to stay composed.
Damn stubborn girl
It typically took a lot to shake him up, anger or irritate him in any way. He was used to having his patience pushed by disrespectful people, and he considered himself quite logical and thoughtful. But it took all the willpower in him to utter the right words without starting an argument; that was the goal, after all - discussing without fighting.
He paused and took in a breath before continuing "Remember when you promised that you'd always hear me out? Has that changed too since then? What is left of us? I'm not talking about our..relationship. But of who we were for each other before all this”
Chaeri's stomach was in knots. She had been dreading this conversation for weeks and didn't want it to take place with an audience. Taehyung must have sensed her apprehension, as he cranked up the volume of the car radio. A song by Harry Styles came on - what a strange coincidence.
"I remember," The memory of them sitting on the steps of the old BigHit's building, much less tall than now- or at least Jungkook -, came vividly to her mind, along with the promise they had made each other to always remain close. It felt like a lifetime had gone by since then. ”But things have changed. We can't go back to the way things were before” Uttering those words felt like an inferno in her throat. She never wanted to say them aloud, yet there they were, hanging heavily in the air.
Jungkook felt something break inside his mind at the sound of those words, wishing he had been able to keep his composure and not let his anger get the better of him.
"You don't even try! You avoid me like a plague! You were already distancing yourself from me before the accident, and now it's worse. When we were living together in the dorms while you were healing, though, it was almost like things were back to normal; like my Chaeri had returned. At least my friend"
"Why won't you understand that we can never be fucking friends!” Her voice grew louder than she anticipated. It was her fury that prevented her from forming the words in her head before they came out of her mouth.
Jungkook's jaw dropped as his eyes widened in shock. He felt the tell-tale thumping of an accelerated pulse against his ribs, as if it was trying to escape his chest
"I will always care about you, no matter what happens. You'll always be family to me, but I can't be friends with you anymore - that's all there is to it”
Chaeri's voice was firm and unwavering but her eyes are were filled with sadness and her lips quivered slightly as she spoke. Her hands clasped together tightly in her lap, her knuckles white from the strain.
"That's all there is to it!? Are you fucking serious?"
Jungkook's voice had risen, the intensity of his emotions coloring his words.
They were both going too far with their words, causing pain to one another.
Taehyung quickly turned down the volume of the radio, sensing the tension in the car. He had hoped for a peaceful resolution, but it seemed like things were only escalating.
"Listen," he interjected, trying to diffuse the situation. "I think it's best if we all calm down. Emotions are running high right now, and we're not going to get anywhere like this."
Chaeri ignored him completely but leaned over to inform the driver to stop because she wanted to get out
"Is that how you want to solve the problem? By getting out of the car?” Jungkook was incredulous
"I don't want to hear from any of you anymore" Chaeri spat back
"We're on the highway Chaeri, where the fuck do you think you're getting off"
"At a goddamn truck stop, can I pee in peace for fuck's sake?"
Jungkook observed as she opened the vehicle's door and stepped onto the shoulder of the highway once the car had come to a halt. Her form was tiny and vulnerable in the darkness, and he felt an overwhelming urge to go after her.
"I'm gonna go talk to her" he said to Taehyung, who nodded in agreement and stopped the driver who was about to get out of the car to follow both of them
"Chaeri! Just stop for a second”
Chaeri’s small frame and her strides cast a determined silhouette in the night. Her blond hair swished around her shoulders and fluttered in the wind as she continued walking, unfazed by Jungkook's pleas.
"No, you know what I'm going to do? I'll head into that store, use the restroom, and then enjoy the dinner you said you'd buy me - by myself."
"Why are you so stubborn?!" His voice rose in frustration
Chaeri stopped mid-stride and spun around, her face flushing bright red with anger. She glowered at him, "You used to appreciate my stubbornness!"
Jungkook’s eyes were focused yet there was a hint of exhaustion around the edges. The light from the passing cars illuminated the determination on his face "I still do," he said. "But not when it's at the expense of us"
She drew closer to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She cleared her throat and spoke quietly, “Us? You say it as if we were still an 'us'”
Was she really taking out on him all the bitterness she felt toward her own agency for what it had put her through? As soon as the fog of her fury cleared, she knew she'd regret how she was treating him. But in that moment, it was still overshadowed by her blazing anger.
"And you say this as if it was up to me!" Jungkook's voice was rising with frustration, he cast a furtive glance around the empty parking lot of the truck stop, double-checking that no one was within earshot. "I could not decide anything about this relationship. I know I said that we had to move on, I remember the night I said that.. But I ... I can't stand it. I tried, but I can't"
Jungkook took a step closer to her, his hands outstretched as if to pull her into an embrace. "I don't want to move on," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to let go of what we had"
Chaeri backed away, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes as she hugged herself tightly to keep out the chill and contain what she was feeling; whether it be was positive or negative
"Whenever we're together, it seems to bring out the worst in us"
The umpteenth realization that she gave the worst of herself every time she was with him made her sick.
BigHit had been their downfall since they were first caught together - one continuous downward spiral until the crash in 2022.
"It's like gasoline and fire; we bring out the worst in each other" She repeated at the end.
Jungkook took a step back, his hands falling to his sides. He understood what Chaeri was saying; since the break up they had been like a time bomb when they were together, ready to go off at any moment.
"It was not our fault"
"I know, but it still happened. It didn't...work. We tried. We thought we could do it but in the end they won” She tried her best to keep her voice emotionless
"If I didn't know you-if I didn't know you, your indifference would make me think you never loved me!" Jungkook his voice hoarse with emotion
"Don't you dare say anything like that!" Chaeri's voice wavered, and she fought back tears. She took a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes "You know that's not true! "
"I don't understand why you're so determined to push me away" Jungkook said, his voice shaking. "I'll get over it if you.. love someone else now, but I cannot bear the thought of losing you as someone in my life" Those words on the tongue tasted like poison.
"We cannot be friends. Not the way we have been" she said, her gaze lowered to the ground, understanding this was the best decision for both of them.
"Why not!?"
"Because our love consumed me! Because every fucking time I see you, it feels like I'm stuck in the past. Every time I'm with you, you fucking idiot, I question myself about-" she couldn't dare to finish the sentence.
The tears that streamed down her face as she spoke were like a raging river, unstoppable. Her hands trembled and her voice was ragged, yet full of passion and emotion. He watched her with remorse, knowing he shared in the blame for the way things had disintegrated around them. She continued to scream out her frustrations, her words echoing off in the empty park
She sniffled and wiped her wet cheeks with one hand "The time spent together while I was recovering from my injury made me realize that it's best for us to keep some distance"
"Is it better because you don't have to deal with your feelings that way?"
Their faces were suddenly illuminated by dazzling lights, causing them to look as white as ghosts. Abruptly, they both turned in the same direction and noticed a pair of paparazzi - the distance too far to hear their conversation luckily -
"Fuck.."
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arts & crafts center
wc: 0,8k
pairing: demigod!hyunjin x gn demigod!reader
summary: your shared passion for art and your father's powers bring you closer together
genres: fluff, little angst, demigod!au, camp half-blood!au, strangers to friends!au, mutual pining!au, son of aphrodite!hyunjin, child of aether!reader
tw: magic, physical injury, infirmary, idiots
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The guy spent most of his time in the arts and crafts center to paint. You went there to sculpt every once in a while.
Every time you went, he was the only one that wasn't from the Athena cabin. There were always Athena kids there, but an Aphrodite son... Now, that was something.
When you'd hear him complaining about the light, you'd bend it so that it would hit his subject —whatever it was— like he wanted. It was just practice for you and a divine gift for him.
It went like this for a few weeks, until he came to see you after finishing a painting. "Aether kid? Thank you. My paintings are way better when you're here and use the light," he smiled, bowing slightly.
"It's my pleasure to help a fellow artist, Aphrodite kid."
"Please, call me Hyunjin."
"Y/N."
"Sorry I didn't come earlier Y/N, I had to make sure it was really you before presenting myself."
"Of course, it would've been embarrassing to thank someone for something they didn't do," you giggled and he laughed with you.
Since then, you became friends, often going to the arts and crafts center together —at least when you went— which was more often now.
Sometimes you'd pass by on your way to the training grounds and turn invisible to scare him. Nevertheless, you'd wait for his paintbrush to be everywhere but in his hand to avoid a disaster (you're not a monster).
Once, though, he was so focused on something important for him, he got mad when you sneaked up on him, which startled you.
"Stop scaring me like that!" he hissed, annoyed.
"Okay," you faltered, "I'm sorry."
He looked over and his anger dissipated a bit. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to use charmspeak."
"No, it's okay. I'm really sorry. I promise I won't do it anymore."
You kept your promise alright. You were so ashamed of yourself that you avoided going back there altogether. No, it was not the best thing to do. But hey, you were young and your feelings mattered.
Of course, Hyunjin's too.
Even knowing that, you'd turn invisible and flee every time you'd see him looking for you. When he walked past your cabin (your siblings sure knew an Aphrodite kid was searching for you), before and after meals, chariot races and games of capture-the-flag.
Yeah, it lasted a while. Around two weeks, I think.
Then, Hyunjin had enough. He never thought he could miss someone so badly but here he was, pathetically whining about you not wanting to speak to him.
Needless to say, all his friends knew about you and the terrible things he did to drive you away. It was a matter of time before they teamed up with your siblings to stop this nonsense —according to them, anyway.
Fortunately —or not, depending who you're asking—, on one fateful Friday evening, an Ares kid hurt you badly enough during capture-the-flag that you ended up in the infirmary.
Guess who came to see you first?
Yes, Hyunjin, good job!
You were laying in bed, your sword arm in a plaster. He was standing a few beds away, panting and staring at your face then your arm.
If you spotted him, you did nothing to leave. Maybe you were too badly hurt from the game or just exhausted from running away. Either way, Hyunjin approached and sat on a wooden chair next to you.
"Hey," he greeted sheepishly, rubbing his nape.
“Aye,” you greeted back, a little weak.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like my arm has been run over by a train. I’ll be okay tomorrow.”
“Okay,” he breathed, then inhaled deeply. “Y/N, I’m sorry. Scaring you away was the last thing I wanted.”
You shook your head and held his gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I did. I used my ability to make you uncomfortable and I deeply apologize. I avoided you because I was too embarrassed.”
His eyes softened at your sight and kind, honest words. “I got mad at you for nothing, I’m sorry.”
“It was justified,” you insisted.
“Still, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
“It wasn’t cool of me to do what I did, your anger was rightful.”
“I—”
“Can you please stop and make up already? Gods, you’re so dense, both of you,” Lia cut off, frowning and tending to another camper close to them.
Hyunjin and you apologized at the same time and laughed quietly.
“The truth is… I was painting something for you, and I wanted it to be perfect. I might have been a lot stressed about it.”
“You made a painting for me? You’re so sweet Jinnie.”
Blushing at the nickname, he looked away and took your unharmed hand in his.
“So… are you coming back to the arts and crafts center if only to receive my gift?”
“Depends,” you smirked, “do you miss me or my powers?”
“All of you.”
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TW/CW: nudity of minors (not sexual!), all characters (except the teacher) are in high school
KEY TAGS: spoiler-free/pre-canon, female reader (afab and themes of womanhood), second pov (reader's pov), meet-cute, fluff, strangers to ???
WORD COUNT: 6202
CROSS POST: ao3
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SUMMARY: "'So…' you trail off, shutting the door behind you, 'How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?'
The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, 'Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.'
'E-excuse me!?'"
Or where Kitagawa Yusuke needs a nude model, and you unknowingly sign up.
“Why don’t you just get a job?” your friend, Yanai Toshiko, points out the most obvious solution to your money problem while chewing in one side of her mouth, “It’s pretty easy these days. All you have to do is take a magazine from the job stand in Shibuya Station, look for a job that interests you, and call them up.”
“Right, and,” your other friend, Akagawa Yokkako, takes a moment to swallow her food before continuing, “if you tell them you’re a Kosei High student, they will most definitely hire you.”
“But that’s so much work!” you groan loudly, burying your head in your arms on the table and then lifting your head up high enough to be able to see your friends, “Besides, my brother’s birthday is in a week. I wouldn’t get the money in time even if I got the job.”
“That’s your fault for leaving it to the last minute,” Yanai clicks open the next tier in her bento box, “I don’t understand how you’re still at Kosei with all your procrastination.”
You perk up at this, “Uh, just because I don’t do my work weeks ahead of time like everyone else here doesn’t mean I don’t do well, thank you very much.”
“What’re you even getting your brother that costs so much anyways?” Yokkako finishes the last of the bun she bought from the school store, crumpling the transparent wrapper in between her hands.
“Limited-edition action figure set of this anime he watches,” you drag your chopsticks absentmindedly across your school lunch, depressed from just remembering the price tag.
Yanai admires her octopus hotdogs, her chopsticks holding one in midair, before eating it whole, “Can’t you get him, like, crayons or something?”
You stop swiveling your chopsticks across the pile of rice on your tray at her suggestion, “He’s not six. He’s turning twelve!”
“What’s the difference?” Yokkako snickers behind her hand, earning one smack on the shoulder from you.
“Seriously, guys,” you now resort to hopelessly picking up singular grains of rice with your chopstick, “Do any of you know how I can get cash quick and easy?”
“Well—”
“And legally.”
Yokkako wilters at the last part, her eagerness to tell you to be a cam girl or start selling drugs vanishing in a flash. While she isn’t involved in stuff like that, you knew she would suggest such a thing anyways, which would have annoyed you more.
Yanai nimbles on her chopsticks in thought, “Y’know, on my way to the teacher’s office—I had to drop something off—, I overheard one of the art students asking around for a model. He said he was willing to pay in cash.”
“Really!?” you straighten up from your slumped position, eyes sparkling at the prospect of possibly getting enough money for your brother, “Who? Do you know how much he’s paying? Did anyone say yes?”
“Hmm,” Yanai places her chopsticks down, “I only heard his voice, so I don’t know who he is, sorry. I didn’t stick around long enough to hear everything, so...”
“Ask one of the art teachers!” Yokkako chirps up, “They might know who it is. I think their office is on the…third floor?”
You turn to Yanai for an answer, who nods silently as she focuses on packing up her lunch, and, with her confirmation, you immediately stand up from your chair, “I’m going to go now then! Can’t have anyone taking my precious money! I’ll see you guys later!”
Dashing off, you try not to bump into unsuspecting students, spitting sorries when you do. You’re going to find this art student no matter what!
“Oh, right, I heard Kitagawa asking one of my other students to be his model yesterday,” the first art teacher you encountered answers, “She said she was too busy.”
Still catching your breath from sprinting up three flights of stairs, you stare blankly at her. Her answer as to who was asking for a model was hardly an answer. For all you know, there could be tens of Kitagawas in this school (it would be funny if they were all in the same art class too). Also, why did she talk more about the person he asked? She isn’t your main concern.
She returns to her work, so you press the subject further, “Kitagawa…?”
“You don’t know?” she makes the effort to turn her chair to face you completely, “Kitagawa Yusuke? He’s one of Madarame’s students.”
“Who?”
“Madarame, the artist?”
When you shake your head, she gapes at you but immediately pulls herself together, “Never mind. What do you need Kitagawa for anyways?”
“I was hoping to ask him if I could be his model,” you don’t bother to explain all the itty bitty details about how you desperately need the cash; she doesn’t need to know that.
The teacher squints at the grid paper taped on the wall in front of her, “I have him next, so I can ask for you. I’ll email you what he says. What’s your name? Include your first name as well, so I know what email to use.”
After telling her your name, she writes it down on a blank notepad, and you thank her for the help before leaving. At least you don’t have to track down this Kitagawa Yusuke.
You slide the door open and then close. Checking your watch, you yelp at the time. Class on the fifth floor is starting in three minutes, and you don’t even have your bag!
“Crap, crap, crap!” you repeat under your breath and push your legs to move faster, brisk walk accelerating to a full-out run.
As you make an abrupt turn around the corner to the downstairs, you harshly crash into someone. You shut your eyes, groaning when you make contact with the ground. Still reeling from the fall, you see the obstacle you bumped into, who is somehow gracefully sitting upon the linoleum floor.
“Pretty boy…” the words flow out of your mouth without a second thought, and your hand slaps itself over your mouth.
But really, is there anyone who wouldn’t have the same reaction? Navy blue hair framing the boy’s cheeks so perfectly and shining like it belongs in a shampoo commercial. The lack of blazer all students have to wear with their uniform revealing his lissome frame. The longest eyelashes you’ve ever seen. The most luscious lips—.
“Are you okay?”
At his words, you cease your shameless ogling, “Y-yes! S-sorry, are you okay? I should have been watching where I was going!”
“I’m quite alright, thank you,” he gets up from the floor, brushing one stray hair away from his face, “Do be careful though. It would not be safe to bump into anyone else like that.”
Before you can retort, you remember why you were in such a rush earlier and rise to your feet, “Oh god, I’m really going to be late now! Again, sorry, but gotta blast!”
You abandon him and take off at the same speed as before. Screw getting your bag; you can just ask Yukkako for paper and a pencil.
Your mind races back to the slender guy you bumped into as you scurry up the stairs. You’ve never met him before. However, you don’t think your paths will cross any time soon. It’s been a month since school started, but you haven’t seen him in any of your classes. Besides, he’s too…graceful. And pretty! Definitely not your crowd.
The bell rings once you reach the fifth floor, and you frantically scramble to the classroom door. You practically fall through the back door. Somehow, no one but Yukkako notices your tumble in and waves her hand rapidly. The teacher strides in the front door the moment you sit down, and you breathe out a sigh of relief.
The moment you step foot in your dorm room, you toss your bag to a corner of the room and launch yourself into the comfort of your bed. Thank god your roommate isn’t here right now. As always, a day spent at the illustrious Kosei High deserves a nap.
Too exhausted to take off your uniform, you snuggle on the top of your bed (also too exhausted to get inside the blankets). Closing your eyes, you feel yourself hazing out of reality and into the wondrous land of slumber.
Ding!
Your eyes snap open, tranquility gone and irritation kicked in. When you reach down into one of your pockets, you pull out the rectangular device. The brightness burns, and you don’t hesitate to lower it.
When you read the subject, “Art Model Information”, you sit up from your bed like a vampire from their coffin. Unlocking your phone, you hastily scan the message.
“‘I asked Kitagawa…need to go to Madarame’s studio tomorrow…might let you model!?’ I’m not even hired!?”
You almost throw the phone down on the mattress out of frustration, sleep disturbed for this. You have to travel to his place and aren’t even guaranteed the job? What if you travel for nothing? That would be a waste of a good subway fee!
To calm yourself, you take a deep breath and release it with most of your annoyance. There aren’t any better options, so what choice do you have?
Scrolling down the email, you find the address of this “Madarame’s studio”—you still don’t know who Madarame is—and copy it to paste into your navigation app.
Your finger repeatedly jams the doorbell as you cower underneath the veranda too small to properly cover anyone. Even though the forecast reported no rain, it began to downpour mere minutes ago with no relent in sight. Fortunately, you had a jacket to drape over your head, but it’s not going to hold for much longer at this rate.
“Oh, come on, answer the door already!” you whine.
You pressed the button just once when you first arrived, but, the longer you went on without a response, the more fervent your pressing became. Maybe you should be more patient. However, how good would a drenched model be? You need to get in soon, or else.
Before you resort to holding down the buzzer, a voice slices through the heavy rainfall, “Who is it? If it’s Sensei you want, he’s not here.”
You pause briefly at the strange familiarity of the voice before answering, “Hi, I’m from Kosei High! I don’t know her name, but one of your teachers told you about me? It’s raining pretty heavy out here, so, if you could let me in, that’d be great!”
“One moment.”
The transceiver disconnects. Footsteps approach behind the door, and the voice’s speaker unlocks it. You can’t help but gasp when the door opens to reveal who was talking to you.
The pretty boy you bumped into yesterday!
“It’s you!”
“It’s you…”
You’re too stunned to move, despite the rain pouring (partially) on you. So, this is Kitagawa Yusuke? You even said yesterday that your paths wouldn’t cross any time soon! What’re the odds?!
“...Will you be coming inside or…?” Pretty Boy, now identified as Kitagawa Yusuke, raises an elegant brow while stepping to the side to let you through.
“Oh! Yeah, sorry!” you step inside and take off the jacket on your head, “I just didn’t think that you’re Kitagawa! Crazy coincidence, right?”
“Indeed, this truly is a trick of fate…”
“‘Trick?’”
What did he mean by that?
Kitagawa doesn’t answer you and immediately begins to circle around you. He mumbles to himself, too incoherent for you to understand. The longer this goes on, the antsier you get. It’s as if you’re being picked apart with his eyes punctuated by those sharp lashes.
It’s not exactly the most comfortable experience.
Before you can ask him if something is wrong, he returns in front of you, done observing you like an abstract work of art, “I suppose you will do for now. Normally, I would try to find a more inspiring subject, but I cannot afford to on such time constraints. Do not worry about taking your shoes off, and, please, follow me.”
Your eye twitches at his slightly objectifying attitude, but you follow him anyway. Before leaving, though, you wring out your soaked jacket directly over the poor excuse of a doormat. Seeing the water permeate fills you with mischievous satisfaction. Seeing how far away he was, you run over to catch up.
It doesn’t take long for you two to enter a small studio room. Towards the backend of the room there’s a window to let natural light in. However, there isn’t exactly a lot of “natural light” shining through due to the storm. The ceiling light seems to provide just enough lighting, some darkness accumulating in the corner.
Various painting and sketching supplies are shelved in the back of the room as well. Three stools are pushed to the side. One stool sits in the middle, and an easel without its canvas in front of it.
Kitagawa goes ahead of you to set up, and you stand awkwardly by the doorway with your jacket over your arms.
“So…” you trail off, shutting the door behind you, “How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?”
The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, “Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.”
“E-excuse me!?” you almost drop the jacket onto the wooden floor from pure shock.
No…is this a nude modeling gig!? Even though themes of nudity happen to make up a majority of famous paintings, you never even considered this would be the case. You’re also a high school student, just like him! Is this even legal?
“Were you unaware that you would be modeling nude?” he strokes his chin, clearly confused, “I made sure to specify that to the teacher though…”
You gulp. Maybe you should have read the email entirely…
“You are more than welcome to leave if you do not wish to do this anymore,” Kitagawa already makes moves to clear up shop, disappointed and…annoyed(?) at this turn of events, “However, if it comforts you, I have absolutely no interest in your naked figure. I am purely doing this for art. I assure you I have no ulterior motives other than painting another piece of work for Sensei.”
“Uh, w-well,” you fidget about, not completely unswayed by his words (even though you should be!), “h-how much will you be paying?”
“Did the teacher not tell you that either?” his brows furrow even more (you really should have read the email entirely), “It might not be much, but, when we finish, I will pay you about one hundred and fifty thousand yen.”
One hundred and fifty thousand!? That would cover your brother’s birthday gift and still leave you some cash to spend! All of that for modeling? Granted, you’ll be naked, but it would totally be worth it!
Wait. Jeez, are you really that desperate for money that you’ll strip for some guy you just met? …No, no, that isn’t the case here! You’re contributing to the art world! So what if you’re in the nude? If this painting is a hit, you’ll be famous, have money, and make your brother happy for this birthday. Well, secretly famous. You don’t want this spreading around, especially to your parents.
“I’ll do it,” you declare despite your heart beating wildly at what you’re committing to, “B-but on one condition! I won’t be officially associated with this. I don’t want people to know that you painted me…naked. So, I don’t want to see my name anywhere near this, got it?!”
“You have my word, thank you,” he softens his curt tone in gratitude, and his lips even curve into a small, pleasant smile.
Your heart stutters for a moment at the unexpected nicety. While Kitagawa hasn’t been outright scornful, you couldn’t help but feel iced out at first.
“Do not mind me as you undress,” his back faces you out of consideration, “I will prepare in the meanwhile. Let me know when you are ready.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Even though his back is already turned to you, you turn your back to him as well for added protection. Well, it would only be your rear side instead of your front side he would see if he turned around (if he does, you’re leaving without a second thought!). When getting ready for today, you opted for a comfortable but still nice outfit rather than your uniform. Had you known you would be modeling naked, you would have just come in sweatpants and a hoodie.
Sitting on the stool, you first remove your shoes. You strip out of your clothes one by one, stacking them into a messy pile on the stool closest to you. Your hands pause at your undergarments. As the room’s chill travels across your skin, goosebumps prickle your skin.
You take a deep breath.
One.
Two.
Three!
You unclasp your bra.
Another deep breath.
One.
Two.
Three!
You push down your underwear.
Adding the two articles to the unorganized mountain of clothes, which had somehow not collapsed yet, you turn around to face Kitagawa. Your hands wrap around your torso, insecurity trickling in like water from a sōzu. Now that you’re actually naked, you don’t feel as confident as you did before when you agreed.
Still, you don’t want to back out now, not after you’ve gone through the process of taking off your clothes. Ugh, you better like that gift, Hanzu!
“Is everything all right?” Kitagawa asks, back still to you.
“Y-yep!” you breathe deeply again to steel your nerves, “I-I’m all ready now!”
He turns around, seeing your naked body for the first time. Despite that, his insouciant expression doesn’t change. He merely clutches his chin between his fingers again; you could almost see the cogwheels turning inside his mind. His ever-observant gaze causes you to cover yourself up even more, your hands sliding up more and legs gradually crossing over each other.
“Stop right there,” he commands with such purpose it freezes you into submission, “This heightened vulnerability and bareness… It perfectly encapsulates both innocence and womanhood at the same time! To think that you would be able to deliver such a concept… Yes, I can work with this. How foolish of me to doubt fate earlier.”
“Th-thanks?” you’re not sure whether you should be pleased or creeped out or if that even sounded like you.
“Please, remain still for now,” he sits at the easel, pencil in hand.
“Sure thing…” you search for an interesting crack in the wall to distract yourself with. With the state of the place, there are plenty of cracks to choose from, which means plenty of story material.
You’re unsure how much time has passed. All has been quiet save for your breathing and Kitagawa’s sketching. Since the session started, you’ve gotten more comfortable. Not completely, but definitely better than before!
However, you now face a new dilemma.
As you learned in psychology class, your brain requires stimulation. When it’s not getting stimulated, like right now, the urge to do something eats away at you like an annoying parasite. And it’s definitely not helping that you’ve been standing the entire time! But Kitagawa told you to stay still. You may have just met him today, but you feel that disobeying an artist’s orders, especially one as passionate as Kitagawa—that’s the impression you get anyway—is just as bad as waking a sleepwalker.
If you can’t move your body, you can at least move something else.
“So, how’s the drawing going?”
His hand falters in the line he was sketching out. With a sigh, he quickly erases it before redrawing. You quietly wince, not intending to irritate him. Maybe you should have realized that talking to him would have snapped him out of his artistic mojo.
He continues to sketch your figure, eyes flickering to you and then the canvas. The silence is even louder, and you’re too ashamed to ask again. Is there perhaps another crack you already didn’t make a story for?
“The sketch is almost finished,” he finally speaks, and you almost relax completely at an answer despite not wearing any clothes, “Sorry, I understand modeling for a painting can be difficult. Would you like to take a short break? I completed the part I was working on and can afford to pause now.”
A break? You thought he would reprimand you for speaking, but that was oddly considerate of him. Well, not like he hasn’t been, but…
“How close are you to finishing? Because, if it’s not too long, then I can handle it.”
He surveys his drawing, “Fifteen minutes should be sufficient enough.”
“Then we can continue, no worries,” you adjust your position to its original state.
“You have my thanks,” he nods and even flashes a gentle smile before resuming the sketch.
After a few more soft pencil scratchings and a few more riveting narratives of the Cracken terrorizing the town with no end in sight, Kitagawa picks up the small, deformed eraser and rubs it strongly against the canvas. His effaces become more and more frequent until he slumps over completely. Despair and hopelessness radiates from him.
“Uh, Kitagawa? Everything all right?” you make it your best effort to not move while also straining to get a better look at him from behind the easel.
“Something’s not right,” he lifts only his head to meet your eyes, “For some unknown reason, I cannot properly draw this last piece. Perhaps it’s the angle of your legs? Or maybe your arms?”
“I swear I didn’t move at all! Not even an inch!” you prepare yourself for a scolding, even though you are one hundred percent certain you didn’t move your legs at all no matter how badly you wanted to.
“I never said you did,” his expression shows no irritation, but his words still cut into you like the crack in the wall, “Allow me to think on this for a moment.”
Mumbling unintelligibly to himself, he pinches his chin between his fingers as his eyes scrutinize you once more like they had in the beginning. You immediately avert your gaze to the other side of the wall. Is it like an artist thing, or does he have this innate ability to pick you apart with his eyes alone?
“That’s it!” he sits up again with such a fervency it almost inspires you to do the same, “Please cross your left leg thirty degrees more inward.”
“D-degrees?”
With hesitant estimation—what exactly is thirty degrees?—you slowly slide your left leg.
“No, apologies, I meant your right leg.”
At his new orders, you, silent and compliant, move your right leg back to where it was originally and repeat what you did earlier to your left leg this time.
“A bit more, please, and point your right foot as well.”
You struggle to maintain your balance at the new position. Praying he doesn't make you do this for much longer, you attempt to keep the shaking to a minimum.
He tuts his disapproval, and your obedience slowly transitions into annoyance.
“Could you curve your foot a little more?”
“Please lower your right leg a little.”
“...Try moving your left leg outward.”
“No, move it back.”
“Why don’t you just do it for me then!?” you practically yell out, frustrated from having to adjust your already-sore limbs every second.
“Good idea, it would save us precious time,” he stands up straight from his seat with such poise and grace, it sends shivers down your spine.
“W-wait a minute, you’re coming over here?” your arms hug you tighter as an unsettling realization crawls on your back.
Not only is Kitagawa going to be extremely up close and personal, but he’s also going to put his hands all over your arms and legs and bend them at impossible angles!
He pauses in his steps with confusion scrawled all over his features, “Yes? Is that not what you asked?”
“W-well, it is, but…but I’m naked!” you state as if it’s the obvious reason (because it is the obvious reason).
“But you have been for the past hour or so,” he raises an eyebrow in even deeper confusion, “What makes now so different?”
“I’m naked,” you strongly emphasize the word “naked” as if Kitagawa somehow did not see an issue in the concept, “I don’t know about you, Kitagawa, but I am not comfortable with you putting your grubby mitts on me as you spread my legs and whatnot. It’s already enough that I’m modeling naked for you!”
“Spread your legs? Why would I ever—?” he stops mid-sentence, finally understanding what you were trying to get at, and his pale cheeks flush red, as if dragged from the center to the red side of the color wheel, “O-oh, I-I see…”
With a clearing of his throat, he continues, “My apologies for being so oblivious to your concerns. However, you currently seem to be incapable of properly executing what I envision for this painting. What to do…?”
Ain’t no way is he touching you! There has to be another way!
“M-maybe!” you interject before he decides that A) you’re not a fit model for him anymore and thus denied the pay you were promised or B) there is no other choice but for him to treat you as if you are nothing more than a wooden lay figure, “Maybe you can…pose like how you want me to? And then I can…mirror it? Yeah? How’s that?”
He stares blankly at you, and, as if a three-second timer went off, he livens back up, “What a splendid idea! Please do your best to imitate me.”
After adjusting his stance to better match yours, he first, as asked of you before, moves his left leg slightly higher to the crux where his legs crossed over. Oh, so that’s what thirty degrees are. Then, with a shift of his torso, he freezes with his eyes intently on you, silently commanding you to imitate him. You immediately follow suit, dumbfounded at how easy it was to copy him when you had failed multiple times.
“Perfect, now please stay like that for just a moment more,” he returns to his stool behind the canvas, pencil already in hand.
You sigh with relief, having successfully escaped any more torment, and focus back on doing what you were hired to do.
This time, instead of continuing to mentally write fanfiction between the crack on the left side of the wall and the crack on the right side of the wall—a true Shakespearean tragedy split by the great schism in the middle—, you find yourself staring at Kitagawa. Since you’re barely a meter away from him, you can see him up close for much longer than yesterday.
He’s so focused. His dark-blue eyes would unblinkingly scan across the canvas as his pencil dragged across the surface. Somehow, a mere glimpse to you can provide enough material to last him minutes of drawing. While his extremely hunched-over posture is left to be desired, his zeal clearly shows with how much he’s leaning in. Any further, and his nose would be touching the canvas!
You also take the time to comment (mentally, of course) on the strange seventy-thirty hair split he has going on. When it comes to parting hair, most go for a twenty-eighty or thirty-seventy split. However, he went the other way and managed to make it look as charming as ever. Even now, side parts aren’t the latest in style, but anyone who saw him would strongly disagree. Somehow, the right side of his hair perfectly frames his cheek. Yes, he has to push a strand or two out of the way every now and then. But, for the majority, it stays perfectly still, coiffed with enough curvature to not appear so limp.
Urgh, he’s a pretty boy in every sense of the word!
After some back and forth from behind the easel to you, the saccades shorter and shorter each time, his eyes then shift to your own. At the sudden eye contact, you flinch, caught red-handed.
“Is something the matter? You’ve been staring at me for quite some time,” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“O-oh, it’s nothing!” you laugh awkwardly, trying to act as if you weren’t staring at him for the past couple of minutes, “I-I was just zoning out, haha! Don’t mind me!”
He accepts your excuse without a second thought (is he really that gullible?), “Well, I am just about done with the sketch. All that is left is to paint it. I greatly appreciate your service and—.”
“Ooo! Can I see?” you jump up from the wooden stool and bounce over to see what he was drawing for the past hour.
Kitagawa immediately stiffens at your close proximity, but you’re too enraptured with what’s before you.
When people meet you, there are some words that easily come to mind: rambunctious, tomboyish, immature, incorrigible. However, you don’t see any hint of that in Kitagawa's depiction of you. You see exactly what he raved about earlier: vulnerability, innocence, and womanhood. How was he able to illustrate you in such a way so different from how most characterize you despite only formally meeting you today?
You also can’t imagine how striking the painting will be when finished. Will he use pop, bright colors to imply your teenage youth? Or will he use muted mature shades to highlight a sense of coming-of-age?
A stammered yelp of your last name draws you back into reality.
“Sorry, sorry! This is just so amazing!” you practically squeal while covering your mouth with your hands, “I can’t believe someone so talented is my age! Can I take a picture? Whoa, this is so cool!”
“I-I thank you for your kind words,” he avoids your gaze, finding the floor most intriguing, “You can take a picture. Please be sure not to post it anywhere should someone come across it and choose to plagiarize my work.”
“Got it!” you hum all happy, ego also inflated from being drawn so well and so beautifully.
Instead of answering, he fully turns his body away from you. You move to his side to find a faint dusting of pink across his nose and the top of his cheeks.
“Hey, are you feeling okay? Your face is kind of red, and—.”
“I’m f-fine,” he clears his throat and shakes his head, all while still concentrating on the weathered floor, “I-I would greatly appreciate it if you can get dressed, though, so I can pay you for your services.”
You look down at yourself, suddenly remembering that you were indeed not wearing clothes, and feel your body heat up from embarrassment, the slightly-cold draft in the room be damned. Your face is as red as a tomato, and your ears are tipped in a similar shade. Squeaking out an apology, you hastily move to the pile of clothes on the chair and fumble through putting them on, too flustered to do so calmly.
Right as you slip on the last of your shoes, you snatch your phone out of your pocket to take a quick snapshot of Kitagawa’s drawing. Up from his stool but still with his back turned to you, he busies himself with something in the furthest corner.
With the press of a button, his sketch is saved on your phone. You observe it on the digital screen, but, even then, it doesn’t even compare to the actual artwork. Well, digital copies never amount to the original anyways.
Pinching in and out of the photo to pick out the finer details, Kitagawa approaches you with a thick, money envelope in his hand, “Here is one hundred and fifty thousand yen, as previously agreed upon. I once again thank you for being my model. You truly brought the perspective I needed for this painting. Don’t worry, I intend to bring this painting the beauty it wholly deserves.”
“Oh, thanks…” your heart skips a beat at his words, moved at his dedication.
With two hands and a slight bow, you accept the money from Kitagawa, who then moves to clean up his supplies. As you stare at it in your hand, unease settles in your stomach.
Was this really going to be the last time you saw him? You don’t share any classes with him. Hell, you never even knew the guy existed until yesterday!
You can’t place your finger on why, but you want to get to know him more. Was it because of his formal speaking mannerisms? His talent? His creativity? His pretty boy appearance (you most certainly didn’t forget that)?
Clutching the envelope tightly, you stride up to Kitagawa with a surge of unknown need, “H-hey!”
Great start.
He turns around from putting his pencils away with utmost confusion, “...Is something the matter?”
“W-well,” you gulp and spit out your first coherent thought, “I-I wouldn’t mind modeling for you again!”
“...Excuse me?” he looks even more confused, and you panic on how to explain yourself.
“Wh-what I mean is,” you clear your throat to stall for time, “I-I really want to see how you paint this and make sure it’s good! It is a painting of me after all, a-and I can be there as a real-life reference! I can even model again, i-if that’s what you need!”
Stupid, of course it’s going to be good. He already drew you perfectly. Actually painting it shouldn’t prove a problem, especially since he’s taught by Madarame, who you found out last night is actually a super famous artist.
Still, despite your floundering attempts, he appears to strongly consider this proposition, “It would be extremely beneficial if I had my subject with me as I painted… However, I wouldn’t be able to pay you again. Unfortunately, I’m a little low on funds this month.”
“That’s fine!”
“Then, it’s a deal,” he takes out his own phone from his pocket, “Let’s exchange contact information, so I can message you when I begin the painting process. It will most likely be in the next day or so, so please keep your schedule open.”
You mentally do a fist pump, “All righty, do you have LINE or something? I have social media too, if that’s better.”
“I must confess I am not all that interested in what the online world has to offer,” he pulls out his phone from his back pocket, “I also don’t have any messaging apps outside of the one already on your phone, so your phone number would be best.”
Nodding, you exchange phones and open his contacts. You’re astonished at the names that flood his screen. Arita Takemi, Mihara Kurumi, Natsuhiko Nakanohara—wow, both his names start with “N!” That’s kind of cool—, Yoshihisa Haru… The list goes on and on! How does he know this many people? Or keep up with them? You don’t even think you have this many classmates!
Choosing not to ask him about it, you put in your number as a new contact. With the addition of your name, you raise his phone in the air to take a selfie of yourself (with a peace sign, obviously). Handing it back, you take your phone to find his contact only with his full name and phone number.
Well, you didn’t really expect much more than that from him.
“Hmm, it appears the rain has yet to stop,” he checks the time on his phone, “and it’s quite late. My sincere apologies for keeping you here for so long. I would walk you to the station myself, but I need to prepare for Sensei’s return.”
Surely it can’t be that late; you got here around noontime. Checking your phone as well, you quirk a brow at his definition of late.
You jam your phone back into your back pocket, “Um, it’s only a little past 5:30, Kitagawa. I’ll be okay on my own, but I appreciate the thought.”
He doesn’t look convinced and leaves the room, “At least let me get you an umbrella. I won’t be long.”
True to his word, he comes back as quickly as he left with an umbrella too big for only one person.
“Oh, thanks!” you blink at it in your hands, surprised at his offer, before back at him, “Well, I’ll be on my way now, but I’ll return it next time I see you!”
“Farewell,” he waves you off, and you do the same.
Leaving the room and out the front door, you notice how the rain isn’t coming down as hard as before. In fact, it’s such a light drizzle, using an umbrella would be superfluous. Still, you open it up before walking out from underneath the extremely narrow veranda.
Kitagawa Yusuke.
He’s so strange and perhaps a little blunt.
But he’s also far more polite than the rest of your male peers.
You put a little more pep in your step and smile with anticipation for the next time you see him, hopefully sooner rather than later.
ENDING NOTE: i present to you a project months in the making with a huge hiatus in between completion! i thought this would be ready to release to the world a month ago but. i was wrong LOL!
so, for a little context, i have always wanted to play persona 5 ever since it came out six years ago. however, i never got a ps4. THEN! p5royal got announced for switch and other devices, and i pre-ordered it almost immediately. now, it hasn’t been long since it came out, but i just finished up makoto’s palace.
playing this game also reignited my love and worship for the man that is yusuke kitagawa. the amount of screenshots and videos i took during his arc is embarrassing. then, i read a yusuke x reader oneshot at like 2 am (it’s on ao3 titled “Emperor” by deareststars! so good, the friends to lovers in me enjoyed it so much!). i sat up from my bed with such urgency at the lightning strike of inspiration and starting writing this.
this wasn’t written all in one sitting; this took about...3 months, and, with college apps, my progress was quite stifled! i originally wanted to do this sunshine, tomboyish, easygoing reader with a begrudging, “i need you to do my painting (for madarame)” yusuke. so, yes, an enemies to lovers. however, i don’t think it was that enemies. i think it was quite normal LOL. there isn’t a lot of romance in this either. i was rlly struggling on what to tag this because there isn’t romance; this is just like. the start of it all! miniseries? no…probably not LOL. right before i was going to post this, i realized i forgot to include the posing scene. my original thought was for yusuke to actually move your legs to how he desired, but i was like reader wouldn’t like that, and yusuke wouldn’t do it if reader expressed discomfort (and she did so). so. you got that teehee.
tl;dr: this was self-indulgent 101%.
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Moments of love
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.
Word count: 1170 words.
Summary: Some of Steve and you're reconciliations at certain times.
Warnings: Little angst.
A/N: This is my gift to @there-goes-thefighter Bri’s 200 (almost) Follower Celebration with prompt #12:
"Moments of reconciliation.”
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You sighed. Steve was twenty minutes late. You would wait for him for ten more minutes, or else you would leave. It wasn't the first time he was late because of something stupid he did.
Five minutes later, Bucky arrived, and you sighed again. That only meant one thing, and you were definitely not happy. You knew Steve wasn't going to make it.
"Now what did Steve do?" you asked, annoyed.
"Well...
"Now who did he fight with?"
"With a guy who was bothering a lady at the bus stop, but he asked me to give this to you," Bucky said as he stretched out his arm to give you the bouquet Steve had bought for you.
"You know what, forget it," you said as you turned to walk away.
About three hours later, your doorbell rang, and when you opened it, you were surprised to see Steve.
"What are you doing here?" you asked.
"I came to apologize; I must have missed our appointment." Steve kept looking at the floor; he knew he had done the same thing several times, and he would also understand any decision you made.
"Come in," you said as you stepped aside for him to enter.
He handed you a letter; after you read it, you accepted his apology; he promised it would be the last time that happened, and you ended up kissing.
"Steve, I told you I was only looking at the car, not at Howie or whatever his name is," you repeated for the fifth time. Although you couldn't deny that you liked to see your husband jealous,
"By the way, I finally did it," Steve said suddenly.
"What did you do?" You were confused; one moment you were talking about "flying" cars, and now you didn't know what he meant.
"I was accepted into the army," he finally confessed.
"Steve, we had agreed on something," you said, "and if he went, it would be impossible for them to survive with the expenses you had."
"You have nothing to worry about; you're going with me."
Steve always promised you that he would never abandon you. You didn't agree with the serum and so on, but you were still together; however, you couldn't deny that you were afraid of what could happen because you had heard so many stories. Your biggest fear was that you could not return home together. He was the love of your life.
Steve took your face between his hands while you were kissing, and that kiss was very different from all the others he had given you; he felt very sad as if it were the last one you would give each other.
"Steve, don't you dare," you asked; you knew it was what he wanted to do. If only he would let you go with him, at least maybe you would be together until the end.
However, he did not listen to you and went up to that ship, where the enemy was.
You ran to the control tower; you needed to locate him and know where he was. As soon as he could answer the transmission, it was not very clear what he was saying; there was too much interference, although it seemed to you that you could hear what he wanted to tell you despite the bad communication.
And for the first time, you knew that there would be no reconciliation; everything seemed to indicate that your husband would not return; you did not know what you were supposed to do now; you had entered the program because of him; you had known each other all your lives.
"I can't believe what he says, Steve; my Steve died on that ship to stop the Red Skull," your voice faltered, still reeling from your ordeal, let alone what Nick Fury had just told you.
The last words Steve had said to you—no, the fragments of the words—the communication was so choppy, you couldn't get it out of your head.
After Nick explained a few other things to you, you were finally able to go to him. He looked puzzled, and you felt that way too when you woke up.
"Steve!" You threw yourself into his arms, and he caught you.
You had missed him so much that all you wanted was for it not to be a dream.
Hours later, you entered the apartment where you lived. Although you had not yet learned how to use all the electronics, Fury thought it was time for you to begin to enter this era by yourself. Of course, that would not prevent you from helping Steve; you have always helped each other.
"They told me that the building where we lived was demolished, so we were left without a home, but S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me this apartment to live in; I don't think there's any problem if we stay together," you explained as you entered.
Although it seemed very minimalist, you knew he would help you make it look more like a home—maybe not the one you had before the army, but one that was special to both of you.
"I'm sorry," Steve said suddenly.
"You didn't do anything wrong," you replied, not understanding what he meant.
"I left you alone and..."
Then you understood what he meant; although you were not angry, you had never been angry about what he did; you had only felt lonely and sad because you thought his fate had been fateful.
"It's okay, Steve; you don't have to worry; you didn't want me to get hurt," you interrupted him with a smile.
You kept telling him what had happened after his disappearance until everything became hazy and blurry, then when you were discovered, and what had happened up until that morning.
"There's something I don't understand," Steve lamented.
"What?"
"How come you're here?" They told me, "It's been a long time, you know."
"That's right, Steve, I don't understand it either; things are still very confusing, but now that we're together, we can survive all of this."
"Together, like we always have."
You nodded. Nothing was going to separate them.
"We have a lot of anniversaries to celebrate," you reminded him.
"We could go to that coffee shop where I asked you to marry me," he proposed.
"It won't be possible, honey, because they closed it a long time ago; now there is a different store."
"No problem, we'll figure it out; now explain to me what that strange rectangular thing is," Steve said, pointing to the laptop.
"It's a computer; I still don't understand how to use it, but we can watch movies on it."
"On that little thing?" Steve sounded very surprised; he had never thought of anything like that. What happened to movie theatres?
"Movie theatres still exist; people go, but you can also watch them as many times as you want without having to go; it doesn't matter what era the movies are; you just find them."
Steve took your hand.
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Yan!Ani x Yan!Padme x Jedi!reader???
WOAH WOAH WOAH ANOTHER-
Revenge
Yan!Anakin x Jedi!reader x Yan!Padme
summary: nobody should ever hurt General Y/N’s feelings ever again.
warning: typos, bad grammar
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now you are sitting, sipping tea with your two darlings, who else if it’s not Padme and Anakin, you could say you’re lucky to have them both, you look at Anakin who starts to give you a question.
“Have you heard of the Senator that you should guard for your next mission?”
you nod and then replying his question. “Yes I have, he’s a good person based on the news, data, and the project he does for the republic, no wonder I have to guard him this time because of the project he has to do...”
Anakin looking and Padme, silently telepating, and you silently just looking at what they’re doing.
“You guys have a secret that I shouldn’t know about hm?” you start to speak, but then both of them start to shake their heads, it’s like you’re an idiot, but then you just follow along with it.
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“Apologise Senator, but I’m here to protect you until today’s project are all done”
“Why would I be guarded by a young naive Jedi like you? the council suppose to send a way better Jedi that is expert at their job already.”
you inhale, and then exhale, and then smile softly with your eyes closed, and just looking at many people working around, and you decide to just stay behind Senator’s back.
“You naive Jedi, stop following me around, you useless.”
wow, rude.
“I can’t”
“Are you stupid so you can’t follow my order?”
“my job is protecting you, not following your order, the council wants to make you safe and sure, and my duty is watching you in case there is some unexpected incident in the future, we don’t want that to happen,” you claimed yourself, looking at the Senator’s face looking annoyed by your answer, end up ignoring you and start wandering around.
Many things pique your interest, from the decoration, machinery, and how many people work on Senator’s project, all of that is fascinating. but besides that, this one mission did not leave you with a good impression.
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after you are done with your mission, you hear some clones talking about many things while you checking your book, but then you hear something interesting...
“I heard General Y/N messed up in their last mission, they made the Senator mad.”
“That general must be very messed up, that Senator never mad before”
“Are they even deserve to wield the name Jedi after that accident?”
alright is that’s what they said, you walk past them and wave your hands toward them as you passed them away
“Do they heard that-?’
“Naah.. I think-”
“I heard everything, thanks.”
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you put yourself leaning against the wall and sighing, piquing Anakin’s interest that standing beside you after you both complete a mission.
“What’s wrong? it’s rare to see you sighing like that” he asks, making you sigh even more before answering “The mission with Senator did not end up well... well for people’s eyes, I pissed him off.”
“The Senator is actually a boring and annoying person, he gets pissed off easily, it’s just he has a good mask for the public, what did he say about you?”
“Young, stupid and naive Jedi,” you replied shortly, you could hear him clicking his tongue shortly but then you could feel he was patting your head. “Anything else that ruins your day?”
“Now clones are gossiping about me, rest in peace my reputation,” you said it, and the next second you sigh.
“Okay maybe that’s just too far,” he replied, but then he pulls you into his arms and take you back to rest.
well...guess what? Padme and Anakin will take care of the rest, don’t worry, soon everything will be fine.
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Matters of the Heart Ep. 9
Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader
Genre: Fluff; Angst; Smut in the next part
Content Warnings: University au!; lots pining; our main leads being stupid; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might as well turn suggestive; a couple swear words and a bit of violence (nothing serious though, Just Beomgyu being the best annoying younger brother).
Word Count: 2.8k words
Mellow speaks: So there was quite a bit of drama in this one and I'm super sorry for that, but I hope you like the ending!! Also, the next chapter will be the last followed by a small epilogue, so please look forward to it!!
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As you rush down the corridors and across the campus, the tears that you'd been trying to hold back during your argument with Yeonjun finally break free, streaking down your cheeks and making sobs rack through your entire being. You feet don't stop running, carrying you farther and farther away from the source of your hurt.
Your vision is blurry as you make your way over to your dorm on foot, but despite not being able to see properly right ahead of yourself, there's one image that's seared clearly behind the back of your eyelids. The image of Yeonjun accusing you of something you didn't even do, the image of him taking all your efforts towards being okay and crushing them under his Nike shoes.
You can't begin to fathom how on earth he could have been so cruel, biting your lip as you think back to how he didn't let you get a word across before lashing out with full force. You weren't the one at fault, because you know that all you had been doing was talk to Leo, the person who had been your confidante during your time in Australia, the one who had given you a shoulder to let your problems out every time you missed your best friend too much.
But that's not all Leo had been to you for six whole months, having become so much more than just a friend. He was the one you turned to for advice whenever Yeonjun made your heart flutter through the computer screen, and he was the one who helped you see the subtle meanings behind the elder's words when he was being cryptic about missing you too.
Heck, your Aussie friend had even been the one person who had made you realize that what you feel for Yeonjun runs more deep and more pure than anything you've ever felt for anyone else, and he had been the one who had urged you towards "claiming your man." Except of course, you hadn't been able to do that because of circumstances unforeseen, which incidentally, was the exact thing you had been filling Leo in on during your call.
That's what you had been trying to tell Yeonjun too, but when has that jerk of a person ever let you have your way? This time around too, he was hell-bent on proving his reasoning to be correct, and no matter how many times you had tried to make him see reason, he refused to do so. No, instead he had chosen to call you out for having a boyfriend you didn't have, and he hadn't stopped there. He had gone as far as to claim that he "deserved to know," when it had been him who had kept secrets from you first.
These thoughts, among hundreds of others, threaten to make your head explode as you push the door to your room, locking it behind you before your legs finally give way, leaving you a crying mess on the floor. "I hate you Choi Yeonjun," you let out in sobs, resigning yourself to not leaving the room for the rest of the day. Those sobs soon turn to screams, ones which are akin to the sounds being heard through the door leading to the music room.
Why did you have to go on and stomp all over his hopes right when he was about to come clean about his feelings. Why did you have to go and get all sappy with that Leo guy? Yeonjun never really liked him to begin with, he was always wary of how close you seemed to be with him. Add to that the fact that he was a bit too clingy to you for his liking, always having his chin on your shoulder when he couldn't do anything apart from pining after you through the photos you sent him.
He knows he shouldn't have lashed out like that, he knows he's the one being irrational. But no matter how hard he tries to bring himself to drag his feet and follow after you, he just can't seem to do it. So instead, he does drag his feet out of the room after what feels like hours, but he lets them carry his being towards the sports ground, under the pretense that a game of ball would help him see the light. Would help him forget about the broken expression on your face and ignore his own broken heart.
And yet, as passed the ball between his legs and into his hands, all his thoughts strayed to were you and you only. He was alone in the court, but he still as if a presence weighed down on him. It was the ghost of what he had said to you, coming back to haunt him and remind him just how harsh he had been, even though you weren't at fault. He doesn't even know if things really were the way they appeared to him, and he's not sure if insinuating that you had a boyfriend was something he should have done without knowing things through.
He had messed up, and that's a fact he can't really deny, especially since he knows it's something he's been doing a bit too much lately. He hurt you yet again, when it wasn't his place nor his right to utter a single word against you. So what if you had a boyfriend? So what if you had chosen not to tell him, so what if it made him feel like he didn't matter to you anymore. He had done the same to you before, you were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. He knew he deserved it, but then why did it hurt so much?
He's still deep in thought even after bouncing the ball up and down a thousand times, when he hears someone call his name out, someone that sounds a lot like the one person who annoys him the most. Lifting his head up, Yeonjun sure enough finds Beomgyu staring at him, a look of disgust evident on his face. It catches him off-guard to say the least, his eyes going wide as he opens his mouth to speak. But before he can get a single word out, the younger is walking over to him, his eyes narrowed as he all but yells, "Who do you think you are?"
Yeonjun barely has time to react, because the very next second, something hard collides against his cheek, nearly sending him reeling. It takes him another moment or two to realize what it is, but when he does, he can't help but be shocked. A punch, landed right on his face, Beomgyu's eyes fiery as he continues to glare at him. It hurts just a little, not enough to leave a mark or do some real damage, but it's a punch alright, a sign of just how mad the man in front of him is.
"What the hell?," Yeonjun finds himself asking, but instead of a reply, what he gets is a crumpled collar as Beomgyu's hands clasp at it, and another question thrown at him. "Why the fuck did you hurt Y/N like that?" The mention of your name is enough to bring him out of his trance, his eyes darting up to meet a brown gaze. "Accusing your best friend of getting a boyfriend behind your back when you were too chicken to confess in the first place? That's way too low of you Yeonjun, I can't believe you'd stoop to that level."
Every word he says is laced with venom, ringing true and piercing through the elder's heart as he simply stands there, arms lying limply to his side. He wants to come up with a retort, he wants to defend himself, but not one phrase comes out of his mouth as he continues to let Beomgyu yell at him. He's lost in his thoughts again, beating himself up internally as bits and pieces of the one-sided conversation he's having with the shorter guy filter to his ears. "Running through the campus," "tear-stained eyes," "went to the dorm to check-up," the words are coherent and yet not so as he tries to make sense of them.
It's obvious that Beomgyu is really worked up over this thing, and why wouldn't he be? Sure, he bickers and banters with you as if it's his day job but behind all that, he's always been like a brother to you. He was the first one who had noticed your crush on Yeonjun, and even though you had tried to dodge his questions and his teasing, you knew you could turn to him whenever your feelings got too much. But while you had tried to put on the façade of a happy best friend ever since coming back, he could see right through your pretense, although he had chosen not to say anything for the sake of respecting your actions.
Yet today, his patience had finally worn thin and snapped like a rubber band, when he had failed to catch a hold of your arm as you dashed past him through the corridors. You were bawling your eyes out, and he could tell as much, knowing that it didn't take a genius to figure out the reason behind your tears.
So he had followed you all the way to your dorm, not uttering a single word till some time had passed. He had let you cry and let it all out before knocking on your door, and when you had refused to open and asked him to leave you alone, he had kept knocking until you let him in.
He had been the one who had held you close as you had cried about your shattered heart and he had been the one who had listened to you tell him Leo was nothing more than a friend. He had seen you absolutely spent and broken after what your best friend did to you, and while he had held his tongue all these years, months, and weeks, he now finds himself letting go at last. If someone were to ask him two hours later what he had actually said to Yeonjun, he'd probably fumble upon his words and not remember the utterances he is making in his anger.
He's seeing red in that moment, insults and harsh comments slipping past his lips, every one of them being something that Yeonjun deserves for being an idiot. "Y/N effing loves you, you asshole," he's yelling at the face in front of him, unable to stay quiet any longer. "You were the bad friend here, you were the one who kept the truth hidden. You're the one who couldn't bring himself to accept his feelings, you're the one who got a girlfriend without telling his best friend. Leo's nothing more than a friend to Y/N, but you didn't want to see reason when it was right in front of you. You're the one who screwed up, and I swear if you don't own up to your mistakes now, you're gonna be sorry, Choi Jerk."
That's the last thing he says before storming off.
The next day finds you sleep-deprived and puffy-eyed, more fragile than glass, as you step foot inside the university gates, Beomgyu right by your side just like he had been for over half a day now. "I'm fine, Gyu," you try to muster a smile as he throws an arm around your shoulders, only for him to completely ignore you and continue walking, his jaw set. "No can do," you mentally hear him say as he opens his mouth, instead being greeted by the words, "The guys are waiting at the cafeteria."
You can't help but look up at his face at that, an unspoken fear behind your eyes. "Don't worry," he smiles reassuringly once more, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze before saying, "He won't be there, I promise." Letting out a breath you didn't even know you're holding, you decide to look right on ahead, being met with the sight of the person you'd least expected to be there........Yena.
Beomgyu is reluctant to leave to say the least, but when you plead hard enough, he does walk off, but not without telling you to call him if anything happens. "He's acting way too protective," you think to yourself, a fond smile on your face as you turn to the younger girl. "So, what is it you wanted to-," you begin to ask, getting cut off by a set of words that knocks the air out of your lungs.
"Yeonjun and I broke up. I just wanted you to know that." That's all she says at first, biting her lip to gauge your reaction as her eyes search yours. But you can't seem to find anything to reply with, your entire being overcome with shock and perplexity the longer you look at her. It's like you can't bring yourself to process this vital piece of information, your mind in a whirl as she launches into an explanation that you only barely register.
In fact, the last thing you hear is "Because I know the two of you love each other, and I'm no one to keep you from finding your happiness," before your feet start moving on their own, everything turning into a blur as you find yourself saying that you need to "find him." Yena only smiles at that, wishing you luck as you begin dashing through the campus once more. Frantic and with tears burning behind your eyes again, you push through the crowds, asking every other person if they've seen the final year student anywhere.
That is, of course, until you collide right into someone's chest, looking up only belatedly to realize that you've yourself right in front of the music room again. "Talk about muscle memory," you think to yourself, your breath getting hitched in your throat for the umpteenth time that morning when your gaze meets that of the one you'd be searching for. "J-Jjun?," you say in nothing above a whisper, almost breaking down at the mere sight of his face. And that's all you get to say before you're being pulled by the hand, Yeonjun's fingers getting twined around your own as he maneuvers through the crowd.
And before you know it, you're on the rooftop again, Yeonjun gulping as he tries to get the words that he wants to say, out, but to no avail. You can only imagine how you must look to him in that moment, but you're sure you're not much better either. There's so much you have to say to him, there's so much you want to ask him, but you can't seem to utter a syllable out. You want to know why he did what he did, and you want to know why he broke up with Yena, or if it was the other way round. You want to ask if it was your fault, and you want to know what Yena meant when she said, "The two of you love each other."
But when you try to speak, the only thing that actually comes out is barely even a whole question, your eyes imploring him as you ask, "Why?"
Not the most easily understood of questions, but the answer is even more baffling than you can imagine. Because after a chuckle that sounds as hollow as can be, all he can say in reply is, "You really have to ask me that? It's because I fucking love you."
Had you been in your senses, you would have slapped him, yelled at him, flailed your arms around at how cruel he sounds, how mean he's being. You've been holding back on this far too long, and as he looks at you with sadness layered with.....sincerity? in his eyes, you know now is your moment to show him just how much he's broken you.
But that's the point, you're not in your senses, and you can't tell right from wrong. So you do the only thing that comes to mind, your body moving before you can stop yourself. Why? Because once more, you've been holding back on this far too long, and now that you know what you do, you can't hold back any longer. Before you know it, your arms are looped around his back, his own body responding to your touch without him noticing as his arms snake around your waist. One would think you're hugging and making up if they saw how close you are to each other, but that would be the wrong conclusion. So wrong.
Because you're kissing him. And he's kissing you back. Kissing you like you're the only person in the world.
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Prompt: 22. Slipping & Sliding
Characters: Young!Snape and Young!Muggle!OC
POV: First, OC
Setting: Cockesworth
A/N: Last night I was up late to write this piece, getting it ready to be posted and everything because I knew today would be incredibly stressful and I needed to write two fics today since we are to leave for my hometown tomorrow.
Well, I'm not gonna finish RICKMAS 2022 on time. This is the last fic during the time of this event, maybe I'll write prompt 23 & 24 in the future but I cannot write them right now. Like I said, I went to bed stressed af but pleased with my efforts knowing I'd just have to write two fics in whatever spare time I could find tomorrow even if they would be super short. But today I woke up to a text from my mom letting me know grandpa has died during the night. One of my absolute favourite people in the world who has always been incredibly important to me, that I was going to see tomorrow and celebrate Christmas with… and now he's gone. I have not been able to function today, and I won't for a while. My heart fucking hurts.
I hope you can understand why I can't write at this time, and I will not be replying to comments for a while either because I cannot muster the enthusiasm or energy needed to do your comments justice. Thank you for joining RICKMAS this year, sorry I can't finish it on time.
Tags/TW’s:Friendship, Sledding Accident (no harm), Grumpy/Sunshine (platonic)
Word Count: 1.5k+
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I never quite understood him. He never played with us. Always off to the side, never joining in. And he was, odd… His clothes were tattered and never the right size, his body strangely gangly and his face almost sunken in. I never saw him smile either.
“Mummy,” I said and tugged on mum’s jacket, “can I ask him to play?” Mum locked towards the young boy, my age probably.
“That’s the Snape boy,” she said in a low tone. “Don’t you go making friends with his sort,” she continued before turning back to the other mums to continue talking about grown-up stuff I paid no attention to, gas prices weren’t anything I understood anyway. He looks lonely… That’s not fair when there’s so many of us here.
I grabbed the folded wax cloth mum had brought along with my sledge and trudged over to him in the deep snow. He was quite far off from the rest of us, sitting in the snow by a tree. He looked like a black dot among all the white. Quite different to my colourful appearance, my pink jacket almost shining in the sunshine reflected by the snow and I loved my yellow mittens with a matching hat, my purple scarf flapping about and my rainbow-coloured winter boots were probably my favourite thing about it all.
“Hi,” I said as I had nearly gotten all the way to the boy. “D’you wanna play?” I asked and stopped a step or two away from his feet. His shoes looked really cold to wear for the weather.
“No.” He sounded like an absolute sulk, his voice slightly darker than I had thought.
“Why not? We can use my—”
“No, go away,” he interrupted but I had three older brothers who all loved me super much and were always constantly annoyed by my presence at the same time so it actually didn’t bother me at all.
“You know, you won’t make friends like that,” I said and plopped myself down next to him. Not feeling the cold snow with my thick winter pants on.
“I’m not trying to, am I?” he snarked and half turned away from me.
“Everyone wants friends, it’s more fun to play with others.”
“I don’t play.”
“Why not? You’re a kid like me, we should play.”
“I’m not a kid,” he muttered again.
“How old are you then?”
“I’m twelve,” he grumbled and I looked at him from head to toe.
“You don’t look it. I’m Sarah by the way, and I’m almost nine.”
“Go, away,” he said but I wasn’t having it. He looked like he could use some fun. Why would he be there if he didn’t want to have fun? All the kids came to the slope to play.
“I’ll go away if you go down the slope with me once,” I said while standing up. “Or I can bother you all day, I have brothers, I know how to be reaaaaaaally annoying, you know.” His head jerked around at that and I beamed at him, his face told me everything.
“Fine,” he grumbled and got up, suddenly turning quite tall and even more spindly. But, it felt like he wasn’t too annoyed with me despite the way he talked or looked. If I was right or not I didn’t know.
“Come on then,” I said and folded out the wax cloth big enough for four people to ride on at the same time. Dad had even stroked it with a candle before we headed out so it would really go fast.
“One ride, and then you go away,” he said and I nodded.
“Sure, sure, get on new friend,” I said and patted behind me. He rolled his eyes but sat down.
“It’s Severus,” he said.
“That’s the strangest name I’ve ever heard,” I replied, “but I like it. Now let’s slide!” I laughed and grabbed the edges of the cloth, pulling it up over my legs so it wouldn’t slip out under us while Severus placed his hands on my shoulders, barely holding on to me.
We scooted forward, towards the edge of the slope and then off we went, slipping and sliding down on the already flattened snow perfect for high speed. I shrieked and laughed as we picked up speed, feeling Severus’s hands tense atop my shoulders while I leaned back a bit.
“Woho!” I shouted as we reached the steepest part and we swished ahead towards the end.
When we finally slowed down I was giggling too much, it was just so much fun to go sledging when you did it with friends.
“Fun, innit?” I asked while looking over my shoulder with a wide grin. But Severus wasn’t smiling. His black hair was a complete mess around his face.
“I rode with you, now leave me be,” he said in a dreary tone and I actually sulked a bit myself. I did say I would… Well, I tried at least… Perhaps Andrew wants to ride with me?
“Fair enough, thanks for riding with me, Severus,” I said as we clamoured off the wax cloth.
“Sure,” he muttered and began trudging up the hill.
I followed behind, dragging the cloth up behind me — good thing it didn’t weigh anything. A little ways away the other kids were going hard with their sledging thing of choice. Some had a snowball fight and others were building snowmen, even a snow horse.
“You know, you should play with us more,” I huffed out while we were getting to the steep part.
“No thanks,” he said and I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t get it, why are you so sulky? It’s soon Christmas and there’s snow, and—”
“None of your business,” he interrupted but he pulled up his shoulders, it almost looked like was sad.
“Don’t you like friends? And having fun?”
“Friends only turn on you, so no, I do-ooOO—!” His arms flailed out as he slipped on a spot of ice, he stumbled back and slammed into me, sending me back, tripping over the cloth and toppling over.
I began sliding backwards while I saw Severus rolling over a few times. The shove he’d given me sent me flying down the hill on my back. I tried to turn around, reaching to grab at the ground but my mittens couldn’t get a hold of anything.
“Severus!” I screamed out as I began to spin, faster and faster, while heading towards the tree line with too much speed. I shrieked as I stopped spinning, my feet towards the trees and my eyes fixed on Severus who looked with horror towards me.
He pulled something out of his jacket, his lips moved but I couldn’t hear anything but the snow under me as I hit a bump the bigger boys had built to snowboard over. I cinched my eyes shut as I flew up into the air, holding my breath for the impact I knew would hurt.
But I never hit the ground. I landed softly in the powdery snow just at the tree line — panting and heaving while my heart ran wild like a goose being chased.
“What-, how-,” I stuttered as I shook my head only to see Severus bolting towards me.
“Sarah! Are you hurt?” he called before stopping right before me, slipping something back inside of his jacket.
“How-? What happened? I just stopped? Mid-air? I was-, I flew and then-, what happened?” I asked, looking all around to find some explanation but nobody even looked our way. So I looked back at Severus who exhaled harshly before reaching his ungloved hand out to me.
“I don’t know,” he said but that was a lie.
“You saw, you know, what did you do? I saw you,” I continued while grabbing his hand.
Severus pulled me up but didn’t look at me.
“You stopped me, you saved me, how did you do it?” I insisted, being as adamant (annoyingly questioning) as I could. After all, I had practised a lot with my brothers.
“Let it go, you’re alright. That’s all that matter,” he muttered but I grabbed his coat and gave him a big, hard hug.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I said.
“It was my fault, I fell into you,” he said and I peered up at him.
“But you stopped it, somehow, that’s amazing!” I said.
“It’s just mag-, if you say so.”
“It’s what? What did you say it was?” I asked, latching on to the interrupted word while still hugging him. He was a head taller than me.
“Nothing,” he muttered.
“You’re special, aren’t you?” I asked with a grin.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’re special and you saved me,” I insisted in a manner only a little sister could.
“Get off, Sarah,” he said and pushed at my shoulders.
“When you tell me how you saved me,” I beamed in return.
“I can’t tell you that, it’s not allowed,” he said while looking at anything but me.
“I won’t tell, I’m really good at keeping secrets.”
“No, I can’t, it’s not allowed.”
“Fine,” I muttered and let go of him. “But we’re riding at least ten more times because you won’t tell me, and it was your fault I was sliding like that.” I’ll make you my friend, I’m very tenacious, Severus, I thought to myself.
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release the hurt.
↳ seo changbin x f!reader
the moon listens to secrets you're not ready to tell and he loves hearing the night sky talk.
length. 3.3k
genre. angst and fluff, fantasy!au, sorceress!reader, medieval???
warnings/tags. language, mention of death, mention of traumatic past, PTSD.
networks. @kflixnet
notes. AHHHH THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ANGSTY AT ALL but here we are !!!! this is not proofread but i had this sudden idea that bypassed every other rational thought i had. also you can see where my motivation slowly crumbled under the weight of school and my upcoming exams. hope you can feel my suffering
i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!
(cross-posted on ao3 only)
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WAXING CRESCENT ☽
“you promised me!”
“i didn’t promise you shit. i don’t even know you.”
“are you kidding me?”
“yeah! sorry! i thought it would be a great joke, actually.” irony oozing from your words as you accelerate your pace.
‘did your parents raise you like this? do you need to be so rude to a stranger?’ an outside viewer could say.
first. yes. your father raised you and every single one of your hundreds of siblings to pretend respect and obedience from everyone. “you are the most powerful sorcerers to walk the seven kingdoms,” he said. “you are my legacy, and you will act as such.”
you had believed it for a while but then it turned more violent than it needed to be and the self-hatred that came with it was not worth the struggle. now you have no aversion to saying it was all bullshit.
second. also yes.
you physically need to be rude to this specific stranger because he’s been invading your personal space and time for almost an entire week.
could you tell him that you can’t possibly teach him magic because of…higher powers, even if you solemnly swore, crossed on your heart, pinky promised when he was an impertinent little child? you sure could, but that would deeply and irrevocably wound your proud heart and you can’t have it happen, can you?
you abruptly stop in your track and with a loud groan you drop your baskets full of herbs and spin around, your jaw clenched and your hands wash over your face in deep frustration.
you abruptly stop in your track and with a loud groan you drop your baskets full of herbs and spin around, your jaw clenched and your hands wash over your face in deep frustration.
you abruptly stop in your track and with a loud groan you drop your baskets full of herbs and spin around, your jaw clenched and your hands wash over your face in deep frustration.
“listen chanwun-“
the man scoffs. “it’s changbin.” and you have to contain your amusement as you watch him bite his cheeks in an annoyed manner.
“whatever. i need you to stop bothering me, okay? you’ve been following me for almost a week and i don’t know how to tell you that i don’t remember ever promising a little annoying kid that i’d teach him magic when he grew up. stop telling the story again every time you come here. also, i don’t need an apprentice or a little helper or whatever you think you’ll be if i yield to your stupid request. so please, please, please, leave me alone and stop sleeping on my front porch. i’m not an inn.”
a stupid grin plasters itself on his stupidly plush lips. “are you begging me?”
“if that’s what gets you to leave me alone then yes. please stranger, i beg you.” you pick your baskets back up and start walking down the green hill that takes you to your lonely house covered in ivy.
the last rays of a late-spring sun peek from over the slope, and from the corner of your eyes, you catch the insistent stranger gasping in awe as the distant lights of the village begin to populate the edges of the forest that darkly oversees the unsuspecting townspeople.
when you reach the comfortable heat of your home you breathe a sigh of relief as you’re met with complete and utter silence. not the constant pleas from the weird guy, not the chirping of those annoying little fuckers that like to wake you up at the ungodliest time of the morning. just the crackling of the fire and-
“why do you have so many candles?”
you close your eyes defeated. “for fuck’s sake, how did you even get in? get out of my kitchen, c’mon.” you put two determined hands on his shoulders but he doesn’t need to get on his toes to spy around your smaller frame.
“and why does this whole place smell like something… recreational? and why is that cat looking at me weirdly?”
you turn him around to face the door and unceremoniously push him towards the night. “the smell is sage and the cat is aware that you’re a pain in my ass. now please, for the love of anything you believe in, go away.” you close the door on his offended face and lean against the frame of hard wood, a tired sigh escaping your parted lips.
his loud voice resonates through your silent walls. “well, then i’ll take my leave for today! see you tomorrow Y/N!”
how does he know your name?
he dramatically stomps his feet on the dusty trail that goes back to the village. “i’m leaving!”
you stand behind your small living room window, hiding behind jars of salt and old books, and blow out the candles, just to see if he will go wandering towards another light just like a moth. instead, in the soft silence of the night, you hear his careful steps as he tiptoes back on your creaky porch and huddles himself on the old rocking chair.
you wait for him to fall asleep to sneak out and drape an enchanted blanket on his bulky frame. an unconscious blush colors your cheeks and you rush back inside, chased away by the confusing skip of your heart.
FULL MOON - BLOOD MOON
two exact weeks have passed since the last time you enjoyed a silent morning, and you’ve weirdly enough begun to leave the front door open and the small livingroom’s light on at night, hoping, expecting the persistent nuisance to take the hint and start sleeping on the hard couch, home of your cat’s naps, cemetery of half-burned incense sticks and old books.
despite your initial scorn towards this whole situation, your house hums in glee at the presence of another soul to take care of. you notice how the fire burns warmer and the bread is crispier when you take it out of the big oven since changbin has uninvitedly started living with you. there have been a couple of awkward bathroom meetings in the middle of the night but other than that he’s been a polite guest.
much to your regret, your integrity is slowly crumbling under the full swing of the preparations for the blood moon’s rituals. you find that a helping hand is not necessarily unnecessary and you’re reconsidering the role of the teacher.
changbin asks you anything and everything, and every day you feel less and less compelled to hit him on the head with one of the heavy books that infest your house.
he is so unapologetically curious, so strangely energizing, that you have to intensely look at him at least twice a day– when he wakes up with ruffled hair and when he falls asleep surrounded by scribbled runes on yellowing papers– just to make sure he’s real and not a creation of your tired and delirious mind.
and when you do look at him well, you see what you unconsciously decided to miss the first time he came knocking on your door.
he’s not the tallest man you’ve met but he makes his presence known with the way he stands, chiseled chest proudly out, and strong shoulders in a straight line. you can see faint tan lines under the flowy fabric of his linen shirt and you think he must work in the sun if his skin has already turned to a glowy shade of auburn before summer even starts. his soft-looking hair – dark, unkept, and uneven – deliciously fall on his forehead, and is the target of his nervous ministration every time he doesn't immediately understand something.
to be objective, you have to admit that he’s beautiful, you tell yourself. just not to his face. never to his face unless you want to listen to him brag forever.
“what does this rune do?”
you shake yourself out of the hypnotized state you’re in and you catch him looking at you with curious eyes from the other side of the couch. the new routine of sitting together on the hard mattress after dinner –you propped on the armrest with your feet in his lap, him lazily browsing through an old journal– feeling more intimate than it should.
you lean towards the light of his candle as a yawn escapes you. “that’s for balance. ‘i’m balanced and centered in my most true self’”
he hums in acknowledgment. “and this one?”
“oh, i know that one. that’s for money.” you chuckle falling back against the armrest.
there's a beat of silence and then he speaks again. “do you have a spell to return someone to life?” his voice is small, unsure, almost embarrassed.
you look at his worried profile. “i- not in the way you would want to, im sorry.”
his eyes harden skeptically and his head shakes slightly.
you’ve never been an empath but you’re suddenly willing to try. “you want to talk about them?”
“i don’t.” he puts the journal away and closes his hands over your ankles in his lap; deep eyes burning into yours. “i know who you are, Y/N…” you stop moving, suddenly aware of his proximity.
“i don’t think you do.”
“you’re a daughter of ahriman, you- you dwell in the dark arts, i know it.” you can hear his breaths of terrified awe.
“you don’t know shit, changbin.” you hiss, prying your body away from his, but he ignores you without much of a thought.
“this scholar’s thing you’re living… don’t you feel stuck, chained down? picking herbs and drawing runes? you have a power that transcends this kind of magic, Y/N. i want to see real power.”
changbin realizes he went too far when your whole body freezes, shutting down, effectively shielding you from his presence. your cat hisses from his spot on the kitchen table as a swift gust of wind comes from closed windows.
you stand up and as much as you want to scream at him, you don’t have the certainty that you won’t start crying; the gaping hole in your chest hurts as you’re reminded of the thing you’re constantly missing, the magic that makes you, you.
you storm out of the living room and into your bedroom, the candles snuff out altogether and the door closes with a bang behind you, leaving the man basking in the cold red light of the blood moon that shines high in the sky.
get out of my house. your voice rings clear in his head.
THIRD QUARTER
after your silent outburst, changbin left.
he thought about knocking on your door to say he was sorry, but the moon was looking at him weirdly, painting his hands a red hue and making him feel like a criminal.
as soon as he stepped foot out of the door, the house locked up. every window, every crack, every glimmer of hope, walls he so adamantly wanted to break down, built themselves back up in mere seconds.
he came back once or twice during that week. you heard him walking on your front porch, rocking on the chair there for a while, humming a nostalgic tune, and then you heard him under your bedroom window muttering a small apology. ‘i’m sorry’ he said every time but you couldn’t look him in the eyes to be sure that he meant it.
when you stopped feeling him around your house, things got exponentially worse and you couldn’t understand why.
he finally decided to leave you alone, you thought. maybe he got angry or sad or offended. maybe he got tired of waiting for a magic that doesn’t exist anymore. maybe he got tired of waiting for you.
can you blame him, though? when you can’t even get out of bed to eat, when you can’t stop thinking about your misery and loss, when you’re acting as if you would rather die than endure this excruciating pain for the rest of your life. maybe, just maybe, you were not ready to sacrifice your identity to save all those lives. maybe, you regretted carrying out the heroic duty of finally putting an end to your father’s reign of terror; egoism had been your thing, why had you let it slip from your grasp when you most needed it?
you are – were, you have to remember yourself– the daughter of a man who cherished your power so much that he took it to the grave when you killed him. and even if you stripped him of his powers, and his name is dead to you now, you can’t help but long for that cursed gift he gave you when you were born.
despite it’s what you wished for from the beginning, your damaged heart cries out at night, howling at the waning moon, embarrassingly missing the curious and over-excited presence of your self-appointed apprentice.
he’s another reason you haven’t been able to function these past days. your house took your side and protected you from his words, but you can feel how his soul is missed by everything that surrounds you. missed by everything that you sometimes wish you weren’t. human.
you press your hands on your face, and in that darkness, you try to see his eyes again. when you lower them you sigh, exhausted by the effort and by the fear of not being able to remember them.
they were dark, expressive, expectant. too hard when you saw them the last time. they wanted power where power was just the leftovers of a past life.
you get out of your bed, in your mind the thought of looking for him around the village, but your weakened body protests and you faint on the wooden floor.
you dream of him.
WANING CRESCENT ☾
changbin hates working for the mayor.
it’s been a week since he left you alone and he hates how dirty he gets, he hates how bossy the man is, and most importantly he hates how desperately he needs the job. so when a gray-haired cat rubs its little head on his ankle in an insistent manner, changbin doesn’t let the opportunity to stop working go to waste.
he remembers your lectures on familiars, how they are ‘contained demons’, how they protect and channel a sorcerer’s energy, and how they panic when their owner is not okay. so, why is your familiar so damn far from you, and why does he feel like the cat is judging him for his poor deduction skills?
when he hurriedly rushes to your isolated house, the rancid smell that comes from your stuffy kitchen is the first warning sign that something in his absence went horribly wrong. the fruits have melted in a sticky mush on the table and little flies circle the crime scene like vultures.
then you’re there. sprawled on the bedroom floor, your clothes ruffled, your hair knotted and your knees full of blooming bruises signaling how this is not the first time you fainted trying to get up.
it’s night and he dares say that you look beautiful even like this, illuminated by a rebel ray of moonlight that escapes the cover of the cloudy sky, eyes closed and lashes that kiss the apples of your cheeks.
he tells you that you’re beautiful countless times after you wake up thanks to his nursing hands, when days inevitably turn into nights, and the sudden shyness that comes with his praising words is new every time he looks at you with stars in his eyes.
“how will the next bedtime story begin?”, you ask as he settles under the cover of your bed and raises an arm to allow you to snuggle into him. “the last one started with ‘there was once a beautiful sorceress’. am i that gorgeous, uh?”
he looks at you with a smug smirk. “you’re not beautiful.”
“yeah, i knew you were a liar-”
“you’re all the beauty,” his whisper tingles your ear and sends shivers down your spine.
he’s looking down at you with fond eyes and a tinge of sadness. apologetic eyes that are sorry for crimes they didn’t commit.
“you, i- you have a way of throwing out words. i-, i felt like it was the first time i heard the word ‘beauty’ uttered by someone.” your mutter under your breath.
he shrugs under you. “it’s not weird. there wasn’t beauty before you”
“liar,” you whisper with an embarrassed pout and close your eyes, somehow feeling fuller, complete, at ease again.
when he’s sure you’re drowsy enough that you won’t remember what he’s saying, he speaks loud enough for the moon to hear. “i wish i could make you feel as powerful as you look to me.”
and somehow, the strange magic that is luck comes rushing to him after a few days: a dusty book that sits in the back of your old closet bears the answer to all your problems.
NEW MOON
summer is near and you can feel the energy that surrounds you getting stronger, waking up from a long hibernation.
a full month has passed and you swear you will never get used to the late morning smiles changbin throws at you when you emerge from your now shared bedroom.
he’s dazzling, bright, a sun in comparison to your moony self, and you feel your mind and body leave behind the scars of the past.
you have someone who wants to know you even if you’re empty, someone who doesn’t care if you’re a shell of something that died.
but is it a coincidence or the tingling in your hands has gotten stronger lately? is it you or your familiar purrs louder, recognizing the energy, when you channel your concentration on something?
it’s a warm night when changbin reveals the wish he made to the moon that now shies away from noisy eyes.
“...and that’s how i rode a dragon,” you conclude your story with a nostalgic but happy sigh.
you got into bed as soon as the two of you finihìshed tidying up the kitchen, and are now exchanging legends and old tales for soft kisses.
yes. kisses because you came to the crucial decision that the nuisance that you wanted out of your house, is now a nuisance you want in your life.
“i love when you tell me about your glorious days, you know?”
he looks at you with eyes that shine with their own light, without the need of the moonlight.
he thinks he should tell you but he doesn’t want to build your hopes up and then see them crumble and take you with them.
“can you- i- can you try doing one of your old tricks? even if you don’t manage, can you try using your old powers?”
he’s scared that you will throw him away again, shut down, you can see it in the hesitant look he dares your way. but you’re done with regret and with envy and with sadness.
your hands tremble slightly when you raise them above your body. under the usual circumstances, you would have to use runes and herbs to do any kind of magic but now, as soon as you think about it a purple fire engulfs your hands, burning deliciously and painting changbin’s skin a flattering bright hue.
he doesn’t realize he let a stray tear fall from his eyes full of awe and like a student he recites the passage of the book that made him believe something could change.
“in order to be free, we must learn how to let go. release the hurt. release the fear. refuse to entertain the old pain.”
the natural healing force within everyone is the only thing you need to get well. the force that changbin managed to share with you when he walked into your house for the first time.
WAXING CRESCENT ☽
another life with him by your side begins. a new moon shines on you as you draw silent runes on his naked chest while he lets out soft snores from near you.
one for protection.
one for health.
and one for confidence even if you don’t think he’ll need it.
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Rules: Pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere in the middle, pick a chunk of lines, and share it! Then tag ten people, if you’d like.
I got all the way through this thinking I was pretending I’d been tagged by @theleakypen and then realized that ve didn’t post this verself, ve reblogged it from @shadaras, (which explains why I don’t recognize any of the fics, duh) so I guess I’m pretending I was tagged by shadaras, who will likely never see this bc I can’t tag him. and tagging @the-lincyclopedia, @softanimalgoose, @alasse-irena, @songofsunset, @bookwyrmling, @lemonlushff, @faiasakura, @theflowergirl, @eldritchw1tch, and LUNY AND CLEM WHY CAN’T I TAG YOU so you’re each counting as half a tag. and Puck if you want to play consider yourself tagged. :p it’s so nice to have more than three people to tag in these things.
I tried to get a good distribution of fics from my Check Please days (2018) on. Some of these are Khashana classics, others deserved better. Whether I could find a good clump of lines near the middle heavily factored in as well.
Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach, MDZS, 8k, Wangxian, rated T, written for WWX’s Birthday Gift Exchange Oct 2022
“You look beautiful,” Lan Zhan murmurs. Wei Ying lets out a sob and covers her mouth with one hand. Not quite sure of her welcome, Lan Zhan raises her arms, and Wei Ying flings herself into them. She tries to turn her face away to keep Lan Zhan dry, but Lan Zhan catches her and turns her so her face is nestled into the side of Lan Zhan’s neck.
“I’m getting you all damp, Lan Zhan,” murmurs Wei Ying.
“Let me absorb,” Lan Zhan whispers back, and Wei Ying clings.
Can’t Be Anyone But You, MDZS, 1.8k, Wangxian, rated T, written in early 2022
He had to look away to summon the face to say the last part, but then he chanced a quick glance back at Lan Zhan’s face, which confirmed nothing.
“You love me,” he said, and his voice broke slightly. “You love me, and so it isn’t called ‘Wei Ying, so help me I am going to make you copy the rules for eternity if you don’t shut up.’”
When the Day Met the Night, MDZS, 8k, Wangxian, rated E, written in late 2021
Lan Zhan won’t look at him, face still red, glaring a hole into the opposite wall now Huaisang’s disappeared.
Sucks to be him. Wei Ying is a pro at being annoying and has, as previously established, very little shame.
“Have you been holding out on me, Lan Zhan?” he asks, raising his voice to normal talking-at-a-party level. “Do you bring people home and tie them up in bed? Has he walked in on it? Did I awaken something in you?”
Fragile Lives/Shattered Dreams, ATLA, 11k, rated T, Zutara that turns into Zukka, written for the ATLA 18+ Big Bang 2021
“What do the Water Tribes think of—of men who like men? The way they’re supposed to like women?” He stared at a patch of snow, feeling his cheeks heat and watching Sokka out of the corner of his eye.
Sokka paused and looked up. “I wouldn’t say supposed to,” he said. “But I know what you mean. We celebrate it.”
Zuko’s mouth dropped open. That was one answer he had absolutely not considered. Celebrate? Not hate, not tolerate, not even accept, but celebrate?
Retribution, ATLA, 8k, rated T, gen with minor Jetko and Sukki, written in early 2021
He leaves early for work and sticks his head into Jet’s coffee shop.
“What’s up, Mr. MCR Reunion Tour?”
Zuko makes the executive decision to ignore that baffling comment entirely and walks up to the counter. Jet arches an eyebrow at him. Zuko fists a hand in his lapels, drags Jet forward over the counter, and kisses him on the lips firmly.
He keeps it quick and chaste, and when he releases Jet, he has the pleasure of seeing him speechless. Zuko smirks at him and leaves before Jet can find his voice again.
(yes this counts as minor Jetko as it’s the sum total of the time it shows up at all in the 8k, lol)
Throw destiny out with the bathwater, I make my own path; Supernatural, 1.2k, rated T, Destiel, post-finale fix-it in late 2020
Besides, Jack isn’t coming.
“Sammy,” he tries again. “What’s the point of free will if he’s just going to come down and save us every time we get in a tight spot?”
“What’s the point of sacrificing myself to save your life if you’re going to get yourself killed days later by accident?” says Cas from somewhere outside Dean’s field of vision.
All My Underdogs, Check, Please!, 16k, rated E, PBJ, written in mid-2020
“How did you get together?”
“Met at the Olympics,” said Kent between bites of grilled cheese. “Bonded over his dad being Bad Bob Zimmermann and my mom being Gina Jackson. Fucked. Then I won the bronze, came out to my mother, announced I was quitting competitive figure skating, and ran away to live with the Zimmermanns for five months.”
“Oh my Lord,” said Bitty, abandoning all pretense of eating. “That is the most extra thing I have ever heard.”
Disrespect, ATLA, 2k, rated T, gen, written in mid-2020
Toph is sitting next to him, on the other side of the couch with her earbuds in, listening to her economics textbook. Zuko sets his laptop on the floor, every motion deliberate and decided, and scoots across the center of the couch. She hears him coming and lifts her arm to let him snuggle up under. With her other hand, she pauses her phone.
“You okay, Sparky?”
He sighs, feeling himself on a precipice. He shakes his head where it’s pressed against her shoulder.
Around him, the quiet of four people studying hardens into actual silence.
Daiquiris and Celtic Knots, Check Please!, 6k, rated M, Kent/Snowy, written for Fandom Trumps Hate 2019
“Did you find parking okay?”
“Oh, I didn’t bother getting a rental. Took an Uber.”
Jakub makes a face at him. “Take a taxi next time.”
“What have you got against Uber?” Kent pulls up a barstool and accepts a glass of wine.
“I’m union,” says Jakub flatly. “So are you. Take a taxi.”
I Need Direction to Perfection (is there room for one more), Check Please!, 28k, rated E, PBJ, written in 2018
“He’s your husband,” said Kent.
“Again, not cheating,” said Jack. He frowned. “Do you not want to say no?”
Kent glanced at him and looked away quickly again, eyes big. He said nothing.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” said Kent. “I have no idea what I’m feeling except there’s too fucking much of it.”
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drabble masterlist
these are all of the drabbles i have written for critical role or the legend of vox machina. they are stand-alone and should be assumed to contain spoilers for either cr or tlovm. they are also collected on ao3 in a work titled worse: we're family.
want to prompt me something? see my ask meme tag or just send me an ask with an idea. (please be sure to specify the ask meme your prompt is from, especially if it's not the most recent one i've reblogged!) this post will be linked on my pinned post and updated as new drabbles are posted. i will take prompts for critical role, the legend of vox machina, or my longfic, my fair lady (see my pinned post for more info). i am willing to write characters from any cr campaign, but these are the ships i feel most comfortable/excited to write:
keyleth/vax
vex/percy
vax/gilmore
keyleth/vax/gilmore
caleb/essek
jester/fjord
orym/will
laudna/imogen
dorian/orym
i also really enjoy writing platonic friendships between really any of the cr pcs (or npcs!) so feel free to float those my way as well! you can be as specific or as general as you'd like in prompts.
critical role - campaign one - keyleth/vax
"I need to change the bandage."
"You don't have anything to be sorry for."
The first time they realize their partner will live a large part of their life without them
A near death experience involving the partner meant to live longer shaking the faith of the shorter lived partner
Being an expert in teasing each other
Kissing to make them stop talking
On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other's touch while the streets bustle outside
Smoothing your fingers down your lover's tie, fixing where your lover couldn't tie it right
Pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet. Both of you unable to continue with the jokes
Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who’s trying to pay attention
A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it
An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.
"I'll sleep when I'm dead."
"I can't sleep if you're not here to cuddle with me."
Risking something in order to achieve something
Going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon
“I wouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the sky.”
critical role - campaign one - vex/percy
"They're gone, it's okay."
"It's not til death do us part for us, is it? It's until death takes you from me."
"Even if you’re sick, you’re still the prettiest girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse in the world."
"I'll sleep when I'm dead."
Ranting to friends or a relative about the other, only for them to agree and call you out on your wrongdoings
"What have you done to my heart?"
Using the made-up words of their child(ren) in all their conversations
"I think you should kiss me."
critical role - campaign one - everyone else
"Don't move, you're still hurt." (keyleth & percy)
Friends of a recovering person come over to celebrate their homecoming (pike & vax)
Always pointing out certain annoying behaviour (pike/scanlan)
Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain (vax/gilmore)
Feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there (keyleth & percy)
Hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters (vesper & gwendolyn)
Lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them (vax/gilmore)
"Touch them again and I promise, it will be the last thing you ever do." (vex & vax)
Vex and Percy have to deal for the first time with their eldest teen acting a bit out (percy & wolfe)
"Leave the light on." (keyleth & vilya)
Seeing what the other needs without them having to say it out loud (keyleth & percy)
Sharing something personal (pike/scanlan)
Defending them in front of others (keyleth & scanlan)
Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek (vax/gilmore)
Kiss on the forehead (pike/scanlan)
Patching up a wound (scanlan & vax)
Protecting (scanlan & kaylie)
Near death experience (scanlan & vax)
"I looked everywhere for you." (keyleth & pike)
"I'm not going anywhere." (pike & scanlan)
"Holy shit. Are you okay? What the hell happened?" (vex & scanlan)
"You're not weak for needing people." (grog & percy)
Vax meets a young Orym in Zephrah (orym & vax)
critical role - campaign two
"Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep." (beau & caleb)
"C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me." (caleb/essek)
"Don't you dare wake them up." (beau & caleb)
"I won't let them put their hands on you." (beau & caleb)
Reassurance in the form of food/movies/games, forcing them to take a second away and relax with you (veth & caleb)
"I am trusting you with that hand, darling. I hope my trust isn't misplaced." (caleb/essek)
Breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much (keyleth & vilya)
Helping each other out (jester & caduceus)
Collecting flowers on their way home (beau/yasha)
“As soon as I heard what happened, I dropped everything and rushed over here.” (beau & clara)
“What have I told you about getting into fights?”/“They were talking shit about you!” (beau & caleb)
Giving them their personal space (caleb/essek)
Person A and person B accidentally giving each other flowers at the same time (jester/fjord)
Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it (caleb/essek)
Games (beau & jester & veth)
Platonic kisses (essek)
"Look, I made this for you. I also made one for mum/dad/parent." (beau/yasha)
"She's my date. Fuck off." (beau/yasha)
"Get some sleep." (caleb/essek)
critical role - campaign three
Mapping out your lover's features while they sleep in your arm, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose (orym/will)
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." (keyleth/vax)
"That's been known to happen." (fearne & orym)
"Can I hold your hand?" (dorian/orym)
the legend of vox machina - season one
"I need to change the bandage." (keyleth/vax)
"I owe you an apology." (keyleth & vex)
Having a fight with just looks (vex/percy)
"Let yourself cry, I'm here now. You're safe." (keyleth/vax)
"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" (keyleth/vax)
Catching the other one crying shortly after and immediately feeling an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you (keyleth & vex)
Sharing a pillow and waking up with their faces only centimetres apart (keyleth/vax)
the legend of vox machina - season two
A missing conversation from 2x08 (keyleth/vax)
Another missing conversation from 2x08 (keyleth & percy)
Letting out their anger in front of them (keyleth/vax)
Doing something silly to cheer them up (keyleth/vax)
Kisses on the cheek when they leave the room (keyleth/vax)
"Darling, you're shivering. Come here, let me warm you up." (vex/percy)
Starting to heal (pike & grog)
Losing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye (vex/percy)
That glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire (keyleth/vax)
Resting their head on the other's stomach, only to fall asleep there (vex & trinket)
Opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems (keyleth/vax)
Opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems (keyleth & vex)
Cold (pike & percy)
“Just say a word and I’ll kill him.” (keyleth/vax)
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