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snowmist-hashira · 11 months

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Hello, there! I just read 'Acceptance' and I was really enjoying it! It's hard to find any Muichiro x reader that involves Yuichiro in it!

And, if you don't mind, may I request Muichiro x reader where the reader is a demon slayer/pillar like Muichiro, and Yuichiro still alive after he lost his arm? How Yuichiro would accept them will be harder because he lost both of his parents.. this time, Muichiro and y/n are not dating yet because she wants Yuichiro to accept her first (family first! Especially he is Muichiro's only family)

How Yuichiro accept y/n, when she was saving him from a demon and got injured to protect him. There, he knew how she actually genuinely care for him too and not only Muichiro!

Have a nice day:) (apologize, I put the request twice because of some mistakes. I hope you don't mind..)

[Chapter title: Protective bonds]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad: [KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive: Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list: ♠ Information ♠ Word count: 2,521

Artist link: https://twitter.com/oekaki_eririn

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠ I think I enjoyed writing this one too much. I'm so sorry if it's too long! Hopefully I was able to relay the one shot properly. It's a little rush so forgive me- Protective bonds, Part 2: Balancing Harmony

Yuichiro's love and protectiveness towards his younger brother Muichiro were born out of a deep sense of responsibility and the understanding that they were all each other had left as family. Losing his arm in the process of saving his younger brother’s life only strengthened his determination to keep Muichiro safe and prevent anyone from taking advantage of him.

Yuichiro's role within the demon slayer headquarters allowed him to stay close to Muichiro and keep a watchful eye on him. He made sure to establish boundaries and discourage anyone who might try to exploit or harm his younger brother. While some might view his actions as overprotective, Yuichiro's intentions were always rooted in love and concern.

On the other hand, Muichiro appreciated his brother's efforts and understood that Yuichiro's actions were driven by a genuine desire to safeguard him. He recognized the sacrifices Yuichiro had made and respected his older brother's role as his protector. Their bond grew stronger as they relied on each other for emotional support and found solace in the fact that they had each other in a world filled with danger and uncertainty.

Yuichiro was used to these, just the two of them together. While he wasn’t physically battling with demons being with his younger brother was enough, always welcoming him back. The pattern was perfect, just the two of them.

However, Yuichiro's peaceful routine was disrupted when Y/n, the latest addition to the ranks of the Hashira, joined shortly after Mitsuri Kanroji. While that in itself was not a problem, what started to grate on him was Y/n's unmistakable infatuation with his younger brother.

Yuichiro couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance and unease. While he understood that Y/n's intentions might be pure and innocent, he couldn't shake off the feeling of protectiveness and possessiveness he had towards his younger brother.

He noticed how Y/n made a conscious effort to communicate with Muichiro, talking to him every day between missions and even sometimes joining them for meals. Y/n's outgoing and friendly nature made it easy for her to blend in with the group, and everyone seemed to enjoy her presence. However, Yuichiro couldn't help but view her actions as a potential threat to the close bond he shared with Muichiro.

While Yuichiro recognized that his feelings might stem from his own insecurities and fear of losing his brother's attention, he couldn't easily dismiss them. He had spent so long protecting and shielding Muichiro from harm that the idea of someone else getting close to him made him uncomfortable; So, his tough act continues.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on your missions, Y/n?” Yuichiro asked, his frown deepened as Y/n appeared on their porch in the early morning. He couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation about her constant presence around his younger brother. His protectiveness was evident in his gaze and the slight glares he directed towards Y/n.

“No worries, I’ll be on my way soon. I was just checking on Muichiro.” Y/n responded to his question with a cheerful tone, not one to be deterred by Yuichiro's demeanor.

“He doesn’t need your concern.” He responded harshly. He made it clear that he believed Muichiro didn't require anyone else's care or attention, including Y/n's. However, despite his clear words and cold demeanor, Y/n chose to respond with a smile, undeterred by Yuichiro's apparent rejection.

Y/n's persistent and cheerful attitude in the face of Yuichiro's resistance might have further irritated him. He had expected her to take his words to heart and back off, but her unwavering demeanor seemed to challenge his authority as the older brother.

As Y/n stood up from the porch, brushing off her skirt, she maintained her friendly disposition despite Yuichiro's cold and mean demeanor. She waved and smiled warmly at him, bidding him farewell before leaving.

“I’ll see you later, take care of yourself, Yuichiro-kun.” However, the older brother chose not to acknowledge her departure, turning away from her as her figure grew smaller in the distance.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt a sense of satisfaction in finally getting rid of Y/n, at least for the moment. His persistent protectiveness and discomfort with her presence had momentarily been alleviated as she walked away.

However, Yuichiro's irritation grew as Y/n returned after several hours, carrying a plastic bag that appeared to contain radishes upon closer inspection.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re just ditching your missions to visit here.” His expression clearly showed his displeasure at her persistent presence.

“Not at all, I just finished my mission and on the way a vendor was selling these fresh radishes.” Y/n laughed swaying her hands in denial, a light and playful demeanor.

“So?” Yuichiro, maintaining his cold and dismissive attitude, raised an eyebrow in response to Y/n's explanation, clearly unimpressed.

“It’s Muichiro-kun’s favorite food, right? Radish with miso soup?” Y/n answered, her tone carried a hint of uncertainty, indicating that she wasn't entirely sure about her answer.

“It’s called Furofuki Daikon.” Yuichiro snorted at her uncertainty and corrected her, a specific dish consisting of boiled and simmered radish. His frown deepened as he realized that Y/n and his younger brother had been communicating to the point of knowing such personal details about each other, including favorite foods.

She responded with a light-hearted nonchalant, “Is that so haha~” clearly undeterred by Yuichiro’s reaction. Her casual demeanor agitated Yuichiro, as it implied that their communication and connection went beyond what he was comfortable with.

Muichiro then came out from the residence, his appearance in his usual demon slayer uniform however instead of the usual long sleeves, he had a buttoned-up white collar t-shirt. He greeted Y/n; “Y/n, what brings you here?”

“Oh! Mui~” Y/n responded with a cheerful wave, and Yuichiro's irritation became even more apparent as she casually called his younger brother, to think that this girl was calling his younger brother by a nickname- “I brought you guys some radish! I remember that you liked them.”

Muichiro smiled taking the plastic in her grasp, “Thanks!” he smiled gratefully, accepting the plastic bag that Y/n held out to him. His appreciation for the gesture was evident, indicating that he genuinely enjoyed her thoughtfulness.

While Yuichiro might still feel uneasy about their growing connection, he could also observe the genuine happiness and gratitude on his younger brother's face. He shook his head, still remaining to be skeptical about her.

“Do you want to join us for dinner?” Muichiro asked, seeing as how Y/n showed her gratitude, it was the proper response.

Muichiro's invitation for Y/n to join them was met with Yuichiro's intense glare, even though Muichiro couldn't see his brother's expression from his position. The glare was usually something Muichiro would try to prevent as it held too much hostility.

Y/n, perceptive to Yuichiro's glare and the tension in the air but still chose to push forward. “I’d love to.” This only seemed to intensify Yuichiro's annoyance, causing his eyes to twitch in frustration.

‘This brat-‘ In Yuichiro's mind, his thoughts filled with frustration and irritation towards Y/n for persisting despite his clear disapproval.

As the dinner preparations began, it became apparent that Muichiro wasn't particularly skilled in culinary arts. On the other hand, Yuichiro, being the older brother, had experience in the kitchen and could function efficiently, even with the loss of his arm, albeit at a slightly slower pace.

Yuichiro didn't mind taking charge of cooking for his brother, as he had always done so in the past. However, the knowledge that Y/n was also going to contribute to the meal irritated him. He let out an exasperated sigh, his frown deepening as he prepared the ingredients.

For him, cooking for his younger brother was a way of showing his care and protection. He may have felt that Y/n's involvement in the kitchen undermined his role as the older brother and the sole caretaker. The thought of Y/n encroaching on this territory seemed to amplify his irritation and exacerbate his protective instincts.

As Yuichiro reached for the knife to begin chopping the radish, his hand was intercepted by another. He recognized the hand immediately, and his frown deepened as he realized it belonged to Y/n.

“I can do it myself.” His glare at Y/n intensified as she stood by his side, positioning the radish on the chopping board.

“I insist. I can do it instead.” This response seemed to irk Yuichiro even more, interpreting it as Y/n implying that he was incapable due to his missing arm. His frustration grew, and he was on the verge of saying something hurtful.

However, before he could utter any harsh words, Y/n continued. “It must be difficult to take care of yourself and Muichiro, especially that you two only have each other.” Her tone shifting to a more empathetic and understanding one.

The weight of Y/n's words momentarily broke through Yuichiro's initial anger, as he realized that she wasn't trying to belittle him but rather offering her support and understanding.

Yuichiro's widened eyes betrayed his surprise at the depth of Y/n's perception and understanding of their situation. However, he quickly averted his gaze, refusing to acknowledge or accept her understanding.

As he glanced down at Y/n's work, he couldn't help but notice her skill in the kitchen. Her chopping technique was efficient and precise, indicating that she had experience in culinary matters. This observation quietly shifted his perspective, causing him to acknowledge and appreciate her abilities.

With this newfound understanding, Yuichiro silently redirected his attention to preparing the miso soup. While he may still harbor reservations and concerns, he couldn't deny Y/n's competence in the kitchen. His acknowledgment of her skills demonstrated a subtle shift in his mindset, recognizing that her presence and contributions could indeed be valuable.

They sat down to share the meal, the tension between Yuichiro and Y/n remained evident, casting a shadow over their interactions. However, a subtle change could be observed in Yuichiro's expression. His gaze, though still guarded, held a slight softening, indicating a shift in his perception of Y/n.

While Yuichiro's words still carried a certain level of harshness, there was a discernible difference in the intensity of his hostility. It seemed to have lessened, suggesting that he might be gradually adapting to Y/n's presence and finding some level of acceptance, albeit reluctantly.

Shouldering the responsibility of taking care of the household needs, ventured downtown in the late evening to purchase groceries. The sun had already set, and the streets were quiet and sparsely populated.

As he made his way through the town, the dim streetlights provided a soft glow, casting long shadows along the sidewalks. Yuichiro's footsteps echoed faintly as he navigated the familiar streets, a sense of solitude accompanying him.

Once done, Yuichiro made his way back from the downtown area, carrying the groceries in his hands, he became increasingly aware of the darkening sky and the dimly lit streets. The moon's gentle glow provided a faint illumination, casting eerie shadows across the town.

Unbeknownst to Yuichiro, danger lurked nearby. As he neared a forested area, a feeling of unease began to settle over him. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound coming from the trees, and his senses heightened as he realized he was being approached by a demon.

Yuichiro's grip on the grocery bags tightened as adrenaline surged through his veins. Memories of past encounters with demons flooded his mind. What can he, a normal civilian do?

Yuichiro's instinct to flee was quickly thwarted as the demon swiftly blocked his escape route. Panic surged through him, threatening to immobilize his thoughts and actions.

However, before the demon's claws could reach him, Y/n leaped into action, interjecting herself between Yuichiro and the menacing creature. Her swift kick caught the demon off guard, providing a momentary respite and creating a safe distance.

“Hey, you okay??” Y/n turned her worried gaze towards Yuichiro, concern evident in her voice.

“I’m… I’m fine.” He snapped out of his initial shock. Breathing heavily, he nodded in acknowledgment.

The clash between Y/n and the demon ensued, their movements were swift and precise. Y/n skillfully parried the demon's attacks, her movements guided by a mixture of training and instinct.

Finally, Y/n seized an opening, delivering a decisive strike that ended the battle. The demon's head rolled to the ground; its malevolent presence extinguished. The immediate threat had been eliminated.

“No wonder…” Y/n mumbled, observing the surroundings she realized that this area was typically considered safe from demon activity. It puzzled her how this particular demon had managed to slip through the defense mechanisms and find its way into the town but it seemed like this demon had dozens several of humans, hence being able even to injure her.

“H-Hey! Your arm, it’s bleeding!” Yuichiro's concern deepened as he observed the blood flowing from Y/n's injured arm. He stepped closer, reaching out with a sense of urgency.

"It's fine, really," she said, attempting to dismiss the seriousness of the situation. "I've had worse. We should focus on making sure you're okay."

“You’re obviously not fine, why the hell are you being persistent? You should focus on yourself-“

“My priority is your health. You’re Muichiro’s older brother and remaining family. Of course, we should tend you first. It’s a good thing, I passed by. Muichiro would be devastated to lose you.”

Yuichiro was taken aback by Y/n's firm words, her sincerity penetrating through his defenses. Her genuine concern for him and her reminder of Muichiro's attachment to him struck a chord deep within his heart. He realized that his persistent focus on protecting his brother had blinded him to the fact that others cared for his well-being as well and Y/n saw through it.

As he gazed into Y/n's eyes, he saw a deep and genuine concern, along with an undeniable sincerity. Gradually, his initial reluctance melted away, replaced by a growing sense of gratitude and acceptance. In that moment, he realized that her care and worry extended not only to Muichiro, but also to him. It became clear that her feelings were genuine and heartfelt, and he couldn't help but feel touched by her genuine care for both of them.

"Thank you," he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. In that moment, his usual stoic expression softened, revealing a glimpse of what almost looks like Muichiro's innocence. Y/n couldn't help but be captivated by this rare sight, her eyes widening in awe.

"You and Muichiro truly are twins," she remarked casually, observing his expression. However, Yuichiro's reaction was immediate, flinching and quickly averting his gaze. He dismissed her comment with a dismissive response.

"What the hell are you even talking about..." he muttered, trying to mask the slight fluster that had overtaken him.

Perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing after all. Yuichiro couldn't help but understand why his younger brother had developed feelings for Y/n. She remained genuine and kind towards them, and he couldn't find any reason to reject her presence in their lives. In fact, he believed that having her around could bring positivity and potentially shape Muichiro's future in a meaningful way.

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brookiewriting · 5 months

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Hiii I was wondering if you could do one of Peeta losing it after you get attacked by one of the tributes and he almost kills them out of rage, but you try and stop him while also reassuring him that ur ok bc you remember he said he didn’t want to kill anybody?? Thank you!! <33

PANIC—

peeta mellark.

summary: reader befriends a little boy, and peeta overhears you fighting for your life. it goes wrong once he sees you're hurt.

notes: holy fuck i suck at endings. can someone genuinely give me advice or criticism??? LMAO

also i posted this last night but it flopped so let's try again..

warnings: angst, death, slight gore.

"peeta!"

your screams were shrill and made the hairs on the back of his neck raise. the screams were consistent, each cry becoming more and more rampant.

with every call of his name, peeta panicked more.

fuck. i don't know what to do.

he wasn't a fighter. everyone knew that. peeta was a baker. an artist. not a fighter. and definitely not a killer.

even now, when you needed him more than anything, he was hiding. a small cavern in the side of a ledge, barely big enough for him to squeeze into /let alone one of the bigger tributes/ was a perfect hiding spot. he was invisible. he could win in here.

another scream, and peeta was rocking on his heels, unsure of what to do. his hands covered his ears.

i can't do this.

☾ ☾ ☾

you really weren't hoping to run into peeta once you were in the games. god, what were you going to do? you couldn't kill him. no, you wouldn't.

you remember the anxious look he gave you on the first day, his hands clinging onto you as much as he possibly could, like you were going to slip out of his touch and be gone for good.

"peeta. look at me." you recalled, your hands holding his cheeks firmly, before moving your index finger to direct his chin up. panicked blue eyes met yours, his brows were so tightly knit together that it made your heart ache. in the years that he'd been your friend, you'd never seen him look like this.

his eyes were studying your face, gaze switching from your eyes to your tucked away hair to your nose and back.

you rested your forehead against his. "win for me. go back to your little brother's, 'kay?" you pleaded, and you noticed his fingers shaking as he pulled away from you. he swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded solemnly.

after that first day, you were quickly separated. you couldn't be in an alliance with him. you couldn't watch him die or have him watch you die. you wouldn't do it. neither of you were overly strong— and you'd hold him back. you'd be okay with dying only if he was the victor.

peeta was safe after he joined an alliance with the careers. at least for right now. he was smart, but physically? he was the weakest link. he led cato and his group to where he thought other tributes were hiding, and as much as he tried to stall them, his intuition was usually right.

you were fine with hiding. you helped out a younger boy from district nine, and you two stayed off of everyone's radar. in fact, most tributes might've thought you were dead or dying in a ditch somewhere. for some reason, being in an alliance with this younger boy was less painful than one with peeta. maybe because deep down you knew you were both going to die.

by day ten, the air was cold. the temperature dropped low at night. you were hidden by an assortment of bushes. you two changed spots often to find food and to make sure no one spotted you.

the little boy shivered; his jacked ripped earlier that week, and since then, it seemed his health was decreasing.

you took off your jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders. his head drooped onto your shoulder. poor baby was exhausted. he was too young to be here and too young to fight.

"you'll be okay." you reassured him, and you didn't know if you were assuring him or your own selfish thoughts.

his brown eyes look up at you, and you rub his back. under those lashes, you could see days of lack of sleep. he'd lost all of energy from when you'd first met him. snow ripped him from his childhood and you from reaching it to eighteen.

"i wish i had a big sister like you." he whispers. "if i don't make it, can you tell my mama that it'll be okay?" the district nine boy closes his eyes on your shoulder, and his words truly shatter your heart.

you don't respond— if you did, you might start crying. you couldn't let him see you like that. he keeps talking.

"mama would be a mess if i did. i do all the chores." you frown as you look at him, and you're shocked to see that he's smiling. it's a big toothy grin, and you notice that he's missing a tooth. even in a killing arena, he had the strength to smile. it made you think of peeta.

you squeeze your eyes shut and squeeze his shoulder. "you'll be going home to see her shortly, alright?" you're almost snapping at him, angry that you wouldn't be strong enough to protect him.

"my mama makes the best cookies around. i'll bring you some when we get out of here. how's that sound, hm?" you nudge his elbow, and you swallow hard in order to smile at him. be strong, you kept repeating in your head. for him. he needs you.

he's quiet for a minute. you notice just how young he is. he can't be older than thirteen. nobody's ever won that young.

"you look sad." he whispers, and you can only nod.

"there's not much to be happy about," you pause, you're still smiling at him painfully.

"keep thinking about your mama for me. think about how happy she'll be to see you. think about how amazing that first night backs gonna be."

you tell him a story about your mama and about running through the forest barefoot in district twelve. you tell him stories about her teaching you how to hunt. your heart twinges thinking about her. you'd know she'd be okay without you, though. this boys mother wouldn't.

he doesn't respond, and shortly after, you hear the soft snoring of the boy. maybe you bored him to sleep. your arm doesn't move off of him. your eyes look up at the sky, bright, twinkling stars bouncing off your irises.

"i don't know if i can do this without you, peeta." you're speaking to the sky, as if someone can hear your prayers. despite knowing each other for a short period of time, you grew attached to this kiddo.

when you closed your eyes /which you hadn't meant to/ you dreamt of the boy coming home to his mother. she had carmel skin just like him and the same bright brown eyes with the same matching toothy grin. his mama embraced him in her arms tightly, followed by his dad, sobs errupting from the both of them as they were reunited with their baby boy. you were invisible to them, but you felt their love and their warmth.

the figures shifted into different people. it was now peeta hugging his baby brother's, his tear stricken face buried into their little shoulders. he was grabbing them so fiercely that it made your stomach drop. you called out peeta's name, tears rolling down the side of your face. nausea was creeping up into your stomach.

why did you always have to be strong for people? why couldn't you be the one held?

your voice quieted as you realized it was just a dream, and he couldn't hear you. the scenery fizzled into white.

you felt a pair of hands shaking your shoulders and you woke up in a hot sweat.

"there's someone here," the boy spoke in a hushed whisper, and you noticed that pinpricks of tears were in your eyes. you wiped them quickly so he wouldn't see.

"stay here." you demanded quickly and exited from your shelter of bushes. he was right; you could hear footsteps surrounding you. even in the pitch black night, you could sense that someone was watching you.

unfortunately for you two, it was two careers from district six.

the male was big, twice as big as you, and scored a ten just thanks to his physical strength. the girl was quick on her feet.

your stomach dropped. you weren't going to make it through this. maybe you could help the little boy survive though.

"run!" you screamed to him, and before anyone else could move, he was on his feet with a start and began running, running, running as fast as his little legs could take him. the boy immediately ran after him, and you felt nauseated.

did i just send him to his death?

you thought about chasing after them, but your feet failed you in time, and the girl tackled you.

"i'm sorry," the girl spoke, his knife raised at your chest. she didn't want to do this. none of them did. "i'm sorry."

"no. no, please don't kill him! please! he's just a kid, please! his mama's waiting for him!"

you cried out, feeling sobs bubble to the surface of your chest, thrashing from underneath her weight. you punched him, scratched her, clawed at her sides, anything to make her get off and let you chase after him.

you screwed your eyes so tightly shut that you saw white. maybe he could outrun him. maybe he'd live.

you were going to die. and memories were flooding your mind. you saw peeta.

you saw him waiting for you at the edge of the forest, the way he used to when you two were small. his eyes were squinted, and the sunlight made him look... warm. and that smile, oh, that smile that could've given you the strength to keep fighting if he was here. he was all dimples and creased eyes.

why were you thinking of him right now as you were about to die?

your thoughts were interrupted by a chilling scream of a boy. it must've been enough to startle the career too, because she dropped her knife. it was enough for you to grab it and drive it into her shoulder. blood began to drip onto your white tee.

you didn't want to kill her. but you needed enough time to get away.

"i'm sorry—" you whispered to her, and the girl was withering in pain. she was repeating that she didn't want to die and you immediately felt guilty.

you couldn't stay to help her, though, so you jumped to your feet and headed towards the direction of the scream.

please don't be that little boy. please don't be that little boy. please don't be that little boy.

you were met with a horrific sight. the boy was covered in a pool of his own blood. there were three open stab wounds on his chest. this prick stabbed him three fucking times. his eyes were glossed over, but you could see the gentle rise and fall of his little heart still beating.

"mama?" he asked, his hands reaching for you, his voice shaking. his eyes were glossy, and he couldn't barely keep them open. he was still cuddled around your jacket.

you didn't have the heart to tell him no.

"it's okay baby, i got you." you cooed, trying not to cry. your hands applied pressure on the open sites, but it wasn't enough. blood was already staining your palms. you gave up and helped sit him up against a tree.

with the last bit of his strength, he put his hand into yours, the size difference crushing you even more. he was so little.

"i don't want to die," he's crying; you don't know what to do anymore other than hold his small figure, rocking him back and forth. your face is buried in his hair, and he still smells like fresh bread.

"i know it hurts. i know. you're not dying on me," yet you know it's too late. his body is limp in your arms, but you can't bear to let him go. if you let go, then it'll be real.

your chest is heavy, and it's hard to breathe. sobs are making your throat swell. tears seep into his hair, and you're still rocking him back and forth.

why didn't he kill you instead?

the larger male must've heard your pained screams, and he drug you off the dead boy. you cried as he pulled your arms off from around him.

"you can join 'em." the boy grunted, using the blade of his hunting knife to cut a thin line down one of your sides. not enough to draw more than a few dots of blood, but enough to make you exhale sharply.

with the last of your strength, you screamed one last time for peeta.

☾ ☾ ☾

peeta wouldn't let you die knowing he didn't do anything to help you. the whole reason why he was okay with being here was so he could die protecting you. just to pussy out at the last second?

how fucking lame was that. you were fighting, possibly dying and he was hiding. he was going to let his best friend die because he was scared.

how pathetic.

self-deprecating was enough to encourage him to move. it was well into the night now, and if he wasn't so used to running through forest clearings, he absolutely would have tripped.

following the sharp screams from you, he ran as fast as he could despite having a bum leg from cato. all because he wouldn't reveal where he thought you were hiding and what your strengths were.

please hold on a little long for me.

when he reached you, a brunette boy had his arms wrapped around your chest, and a knife was directed at your knife. as he watched you from behind a tree, his stomach dropped.

he was taunting you.

"your little boyfriend won't help you now," he mocked, pressing the blade further into your skin, enough to make blood be drawn. peeta watched you wince. "i already killed your friend."

when the boy had his back turned, peeta ran out to him and shoved him hard. hard enough that his head hit a rock with a sharp crack. that wasn't enough for him.

"how dare you put your fucking hands on her," peeta snapped, picking the boy up and grabbing him the front of his shirt.

god, you were glad to see peeta again but you'd never seen him this angry before. it scared you. you were frozen in place.

crack.

peeta threw his head back against the bark of the tree. blood was spotting and creating a mess of his mousey hair.

"peeta..." you whispered, approaching him slowly, your hands outstretched to him. he wouldn't kill him... right?

crack.

the boy was unconscious now, his eyes rolling to the back of his head so only his whites were visible.

"peeta." you repeated more firmly this time. you were suddenly aware of how heavy your tongue felt in your mouth. your eyes were glued to the sight of his head being bashed in.

crack.

"peeta! you're going to kill him!" you screamed, your hands tugging at his arms to get him to stop.

he did, and thank god. peeta let go, and the boy's body slumped to the ground.

peeta looked at you, to the body, and back to you. his gaze softened incredibly, before looking down at his blood stained hands.

"i didn't mean to— i didn't want to kill him. oh god, i'm so sorry—" his voice broke mid sentence and he pulled you into a tight hug. he was holding you to make up for all the time you two spent apart.

"i'm okay. he barely hurt me. it's okay peeta." you breathed into his neck, feeling as his hands held tight to the back of your head. you could feel his body shake and quiver as he cried into your hair.

you stayed like that for a very long time. you let your body relax into his.

for the first time since the games started, you felt safe.

☾ ☾ ☾

by the next morning, the sun was raised above them and rising in a beautiful ombre of orange's and pinks. you hadn't seen anything as beautiful since you'd gotten here. you thought that was the little boys way of saying that he was with you still.

that night, you'd buried the two boys as best as you two could. you left your jacket with the boy from district nine. you couldn't wear it anymore.

peeta's hand was in yours as you two looked at the graves. you'd never seen a grave that small before.

"he was a sweet boy."

"i figured. he had to have been to be with you."

you weakly smile at peeta's comment, but it falls rather quickly.

"it's not your fault. you know that, right?" he speaks so gently with you, like you'll break if he says the wrong thing. you might.

he pulls you into another hug, his chapped lips pressing kisses into anywhere he can reach. your cheek presses against his chest and he's warm. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. it's oddly reassuring.

"it's not yours either." you quip, looking up at him. "thank you for saving my life."

"i really wish i could've saved his too. both of them."

"i know. maybe it's for the better. he'll never have to live like us anymore. he'll be free from snow."

maybe. maybe you should've told him to keep hiding. maybe then he would be alive to see you kill coriolanus snow.

you move out of the hug, but peeta is still holding your hand. he's silent, and you can tell he's thinking hard about something— his cheek is hollowed and he's biting on it.

"only one of us will be able to win." peeta mentions, and you smile. he's confused: at a time like this? he doesn't mention it.

"may the best hider win."

you smile, but you know that you'd die for him. you'd be okay with dying if it meant seeing peeta return unharmed with his family. you just prayed that death would only show you your happy memories.

#the hunger games #peeta mellark #finnick odair #peeta x reader #angst

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nikibogwater · 7 months

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Not to get Real on the main, but I really think we as a society need to talk about puberty and adolescence more. Because right now, everybody just sort of skirts around the reality of it. Even when adults try to talk to kids about it, they do a terrible job of preparing them for the full brunt of it. And what's worse, puberty has started to become inexorably linked to the idea of complete self-discovery and realization, to the point that it seems like everyone between the ages of 12 and 20 is in a self-identification arms race, desperately scrambling to decide who they are, when in reality, they are at the worst possible stage in their lives to do that.

Puberty is a lot more than just reaching sexual maturity. It's actually an entire phase of your life that can take years to pass through, and it involves way more than getting your first period or starting to feel super horny. Once Mother Nature hits you with her Adolescence Bat, your mind and body are going to be in a state of flux for at least five years, probably more. Not only do you have the physical discomfort of weird new biological functions, you're also going to feel very self-conscious and awkward. You're going to feel mentally ill, regardless of whether or not you actually are. You're going to feel anxious about the future, and pressured to figure out who you are and what you're going to do with your life. Everyone else in your age group will likely be pretending that none of this is happening to them, which will further reinforce the idea that there's something wrong with you. You might feel like a blank canvas, a background character, with no personality, no future, no real reason to be in the scene at all. And that can be really. Freakin. Scary. And it's also perfectly normal.

I dunno, I guess all I want to say is, if you're between the ages of 12 and 20 and experiencing all the crap that comes with that time of your life (or really any time of your life), it's okay to take it one day at a time. It's okay to just focus on the basics: eating and sleeping, doing your homework, being kind to others, and having fun. There's nothing wrong with you for feeling...well, wrong. What you're going through is natural, and it will take a few years, but I promise you, it does get better. You will find friends who love you for who you are, even if you haven't completely figured out who that is yet. You'll learn things about yourself by trying new hobbies and talking to people, and that feeling of being a nameless NPC will gradually fade away. And to any parents/guardians whose kid is going through this, try to be patient with them. They're going through a lot, even if it looks like they're perfectly fine on the outside. Make sure they know you love them, even when they pretend not to care, and that your love is unconditional. That can go a long way in helping a child grow into a successful adult.

When I was 16, I felt like I had no personality, that I brought nothing of worth to the world. I couldn't have told you who I was to save my life. But over the years, I slowly grew into the person I am now. I'm a storyteller, an artist, a gamer, a listener, a jokester, a noodle-armed pansy, someone who tries to prioritize being kind above everything else (to varying degrees of success and failure). And who knows who I'll be in another ten years! There's no end to the number of things I still have to learn, or ways in which I can grow, and I hope I never have to stop.

Edit: Also delete your TikTok and Instagram accounts. Trust me, this is genuinely the best thing you can do for yourself rn.

#niki rambles #niki gets sentimental #growing up #puberty #mental health #not sure why i felt compelled to post this #hopefully it isn't too stupid-sounding

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seyaryminamoto · 2 years

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What got you into the amazing ship that is Sokkla?

Well, gee. Ancient history lesson time! xD

There's a couple of culprits, but ultimately, the one to blame is a certain furtive and clever commissioner of art who requested this piece from the epic @saniika:

I had been on an Azula kick because well, as any Azula fan is wont to do, I was very depressed by ATLA's outcome and I wanted Azula fics to save my broken heart x'D I tested the waters with a few pairings, they weren't exactly what I was looking for... and then while scouring DeviantArt for Azula art (there are some seriously good pieces and artists there), this particular piece showed up and I was genuinely mindblown... and admittedly, perplexed. I had no idea what was going on here, and I wanted to understand it xD I could tell there was a story behind it, but I couldn't find it! And so, I started looking at more Sokkla art and found that this very sneaky commissioner had INDEED requested a LOT of art based on her fic...!

... If you want to know how that particular, personal story goes, said commissioner became one of the best friends I've ever had in my entire life xD She's not active in the fandom anymore, but I love her to pieces and we talk daily. I once even wrote a breakdown of what she planned for her story, Majesty, as I recalled it... the post's somewhere in my archive haha xD I'll try to look it up and link it later if I remember to.

Anyway! I didn't get to know that future best friend of mine right away XD but I got hooked on the concept of these two before I even had a clue of what was going on with me. A certain anime called Bleach had already taught me the joys in testing the waters of ships that appeared impossible in canon, simply by testing if characters worked well together, if their dynamics were enjoyable... and I didn't really care if Sokka and Azula weren't together in canon, I just wanted to find out if this pairing was as good as it looked, ya' know?

Then, I got cajoled by another person I knew in the fandom (... that one I'm not friends with anymore, heh... things happen) to start writing fics about ATLA, a concept I was a little bit daunted by, but the idea he gave me sounded relatively fun. I came up with the concept for my first fic, Origins of Pro-Bending, and because I wanted Azula in there, being my favorite character and all, I figured I needed an excuse to feature her in the story! And what better excuse... than to make her Sokka's girlfriend! XD

It was a spur of the moment choice, and one I was mostly making for the sake of humor + curiosity at first. I was really intrigued by the ship but I wasn't quite fully aware of its wonders yet...

... Not until I wrote chapter 2, though. That one was basically a long one-on-one chapter where Sokka and Azula had a very big, strategic discussion about what they had to do for the sake of ensuring Aang was a true master of water, earth and firebending, and damn, it started to click so well for me that I was pretty shook by realizing these two worked incredibly smoothly together.

And by the time I wrote chapter... 4? 5? The first actual kiss scene I wrote between them, as a follow-up of Sokka tickle-attacking Azula and giving her reasons to laugh? I was a goner by then. I was so sold on them I couldn't see any other possibilities anymore x'D the concept for The Reason (the lead up and explanation of how they got together, and the fic that actually ended up being the very core of that "fic verse", if I can call it that xD) arrived a little later for me, and I was so passionate about exploring the way they'd get together that I almost wanted to drop OoPB just to get to The Reason instead x'D

In the end, I went completely wild with these dorks. I had never found a burst of inspiration as powerful as the one they gave me...

And that was almost ten years ago! X'D will be ten years, exactly, in November. Completely insane, isn't it? I'm still here, still completely swept up by these two and still utterly fascinated by their relationship, their dynamics, their potential... I swear I wouldn't have been here for this long, with this much fire inside me still, if there wasn't something genuinely special in this ship. They're beautiful to me, I'm seriously grateful to be part of this community... and I'm very grateful, too, to the people who started it all for me <3 I don't want to imagine where I'd be right now if I weren't here, because frankly, I'm sure it would not be a better place than this one xD

#anon #my story with Sokkla? :'D #they took over my life #... okay more like I signed some pact with some mysterious entity #next to no writers' block for 10+ years in exchange for my soul I guess #that's how I've been here for this long #don't even doubt it

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bypoisedapples · 2 years

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💕💕💕💕

SEND HEART FOR SOME POSITIVITY! Four hearts! My goodness! Four Mutuals then!

1: @keepsmovingforward ! The goddamn scream I scrumpt when Chrissy came back to tumblr could've shattered glass I swear. From the chaotic toad to the endearing mouse, I am so excited to continue to write with them. Every interaction so far has been absolutely cherished.

2: @leggosmanymuses ! LEGGO. Chat this is my goddamn brainrot bearer. The amount of nights we've been awake till the sun comes up bouncing lore off the discord walls would count us as horribly ill- But I couldn't have asked for a better person to lose my mind with! The passion she puts into every single blorbo is insane, and I think more than half of said lore has branded itself onto the side of my brain. As it should really. I truly adore Leggo, and all of her creechers. 💛

3: @talestcld ! Link! My goodness! Not only is he a talented artist and graphics maker, but a wonderful writer. He understands the complex Nymh lore I put out, and hell, even contributes to it!! From Oisín to Kora, I am so enthralled by all his original characters.

4: @aethramusings ! How does one put up with all my shenanigans like Ellie does?? Genuinely one of my favourite people on the internet. Our muses click together like puzzle pieces, and the dynamics we create have literally made me cry before ( I'm talking the Snowpunzel breakup thread from twitter ). I am eternally so proud of her and all she does in her real life while still finding time for us internet people. Ellie ( beloved ) I am always ready to write with her, and I will scream praises about it for my whole neighbourhood.!!!

#✧Oh! That was fun~! ( memes/dash games )

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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🕯Anon said : Can I request headcanons with a Modern Au Teacher!Erwin and his s/o is a slightly famous artist like a painter that’s always in the basement. Maybe have a moment where the art teacher begs him to bring them to the school when they find out who Erwin is with. ? 🕯

Teacher!Erwin brings you, a famous painter, to work.

{ Erwin x Reader | tw:none | fluff, suggestive kiss | modern }

{ "Leisurely Sunday in the Villa Comunale in Naples" 1993 by Francesco Tammaro Born in 1939 }

Grassy fields surrounded the old big building as the trees undressing of their leaves onto the sidewalks, currently being swept away by the janitor.

Students were filling the halls, the sound of chatter and laughter following after. Outside in the yard, the whistle of the gym teacher could be heard following by heavy footsteps as the football team started their morning practice. Not long after the bell rang, the halls were empty again only for some crumbled papers and snack covers left behind.

"Pigs, all of them. There's a trashcan right there." Levi scrunched his nose at the smell of axe spray and deodorant near the trophy cases. "Tell Miche to spray his running monkeys with soap every once in a while."

"Now now, what got you so grumpy this early in the morning?" Adjusting the lab coat on their suit, Hange replied. "Oh cut the kids some slack, their big game is coming soon or something."

"And he's been implenting a more strick hygiene policy." Said Erwin, holding a plastic binder with a stack of exam papers, mostly marked red. "He's trying to convince the principal to ban deodorant during practice because it's making his nose burn."

Huffing in response, Levi crossed his arms. "Yeah because the principle will definitely listen to him after that whole sniffing people scandal- Hey! Brats, don't you have classes"

As Levi went to scold the two students currently hanging a handmade poster for the upcoming game on the wall, a couple of students came up to Hange, looking in a hurry as they explained the Science lab was locked and they're getting tired of sitting on their backpacks outside.

Soon after, Erwin too made his way to class.

Upon entering the room, the talking quieted down as the squeaking sound of people going back to their own desks followed. Walking upfront, Erwin dropped the binder on his desk beside the empty mug, a couple of groans filled the room as the students realised what it was.

"Mr.Smith, didn't we just take the test yesterday? Shouldn't you like...I don't know double check or something? Maybe you rushed grading them?" One student called from the back as some chuckles and agreement followed from the rest.

Taking the stacks of papers out, Erwin made his way between the students, giving each on their graded paper. "I don't know Connie, maybe you should've double checked your answers instead?"

The playful atmosphere of the classroom was cut short as the door slammed open, making everyone freeze in their seats, none other than the art teacher walked in.

Nile Dawk, current art teacher who fails at least a quarter of his class each year. Who has oh just the most swell relationship with Erwin and anyone can tell you that.

You see, Erwin adored art, both the classic and the modern. Nile admired history and knew just how each art era had its link to a historical event.

And the pair couldn't stand each other.

Crossing his arms, Nile said "Erwin, you have explaining to do." Before dropping a newly printed magazine onto his desk,

Its cover, showing a brand new art museum that just finished construction and is hosting a lot of different paintings from unrecognised underground talents.

"Nile, I think you misunderstand. I teach history, I'm not an architect." He said raising an eyebrow, before tilting his head as if he's deep in thought, "or do you want me to explain what a museum is?"

Sneering at his remark, Nile flipped through the pages till he reached a certain one. It depicted a one of the paintings that will be displayed in the museum, a portrait of a blond man with broad shoulders and sharp blue eyes seemingly distracted from reality by the book in his hand.

The soft glow of the fireplace next to the red armchair he sat in, adding a certain orange hue to his light complexion. His long fingers holding the leather book as a glass-stained maroon vase sat on the small table behind him, containing a single red rose.

It's clear from the details poured into his eyes and the shading for each strand of his hair that whoever made this painting, held a great affection for the man.

"Now Mr.history teacher, care to explain why your face is on this painting? By one of the few promising artists of this useless generation?."

Hushed murmurs filled the classroom as students took out their phones googling the name y/n, showing each other the said painting while staring with wide eyes at Erwin.

Rubbing his temple with his fingers, Erwin frowned at the scene the other was causing. Knowing very well it won't take long for this fire to spread, he decided to add more fuel to the flames.

He took a long breath, before telling the class to quiet down with a stern expression.

"Mr.Dawk, are you really asking me why y/n, my love, the person I'm married to, paint me?" He said facing the other, looking directly into his eyes. "Maybe you should ask y/n instead if you're so insisting on forcing yourself in my private life."

Narrowing his eyes, Nile snorted. "You know what Erwin? Maybe I should.

And that's the story Erwin told you while having dinner that day.

He looks at you with pleading eyes as if to silently apologise for dragging you into this mess, his plate still half full and drink untouched.

Please reassure him that it's alright, you don't mind taking a day off to visit his work

He'll reach out to gently squeeze your hand in his, whispering a small thank you as his thumb rubs against your skin.

He also says he'll do the dishes that day, you can go rest and he will join you in bed after a while, a relieved smile on his face.

The next day, as he wakes up early like usual. He makes sure to wake you up with a kiss, stroking your face before murmuring "good morning" against your lips.

He knows because of your work you don't wake up early, so he's really patient and understanding if you happen to get grumpy for a while.

Handing you a warm drink to help wake you up, he'll make sure you eat something before changing and heading out.

You're not surprised to find him already done and dressed himself.

Hair as perfect as usual.

On the drive to school, you'll feel the cool morning air against your skin while your head leans back into the seat, eyes fluttering shut.

You can have your mini nap, Erwin will make sure to wake you up when you arrive.

When arriving, he made sure to open the car door for you. The fresh air and green scenery surrounded you both.

When arriving at the teacher's lounge, you're almost surprised to see two people already there from how early it was.

The first was sitting on the old black couch near the window, his dirty blond bangs covering his eyes. The second you could see making tea on the other side of the room Where the kitchenware was.

Both of them glanced up when Erwin called their name, staring at the way he had an arm wrapped around your waist while introducing you.

It was Miche who came first, standing from the couch you noticed just how tall he was. Offering your hand for him to shake, only for him to pull you into a tight hug instead.

He pulled away, tapping his nose before a smile slowly formed on his face, nodding in approval

The second was Levi, who ignored your offered hand only to sip on his teacup, assessing you up and down.

Not too long after, a person with a messy ponytail and a colorful lab coat arrived.

They took one glance at you, then the matching wedding rings on yours and Erwins fingers before taking an immediate interest in you.

Hange asked questions faster than you can answer them, with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.

At the first sign of you being uncomfortable, it was Levi who stepped in to tell Hange to tone it down before apologizing to you.

And it was Miche who got you some snacks from the teacher's secret stash after.

You've heard stories and one sided phone calls about them from Erwin, yet it still didn't prepare you for actually meeting them.

While overwhelming at first, the more time you spent talking as Erwin reassuringly sat beside you, you noticed how genuinely interested they were.

Levi, while seemingly cold, was actually the most considerate and paid the most attention to you. He'd step in whenever things got too much and would be really polite despite having a colourful language. By the end of it he even made you some tea, something that seemed to surprise Erwin and the rest.

"It's just...he never trusted someone this quickly before."

Hange was genuinely interested in you, having researched you and your art beforehand. They really were eager to hear even the most boring details and were capable of understanding your way of thinking. They even gave you a small rubber frog they carried around in their pocket to hand out. It would've been cute wasn't for the fact immediately after they mentioned the real human skeleton they have pinned to the lab door.

"His name is bean! I've been actually investing into getting him a human heart for Valentine's day, but all the ones I've found so far were in jars."

The most quiet of them was actually Miche, although he'd smile at you whenever you looked his way. Despite his intimidating size you learned how harmless and easy going he is, the most chill out of the three. He did mention knowing Erwin for the longest time out of them, having been childhood friends even. He promised to tell you all the embarrassing secrets Erwin tried to erase from existence as he added his number on your phone.

"He ain't as proper as he looks, I got the dirt on him."

You saw Erwin's jaw tightening before he changed the subject quickly, giving the side eye to Miche who only smiled back.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Erwin didn't leave your side for one minute and made sure to check on you constantly.

He introduced you to the rest of the teachers and seemed only amused at any teasing he got from students passing by.

By the end of the day, as the sun began to set and the students already done with their clubs, you and Erwin had one final place to go.

The art classroom.

"Just one more thing before that" he told you, guiding you into an empty classroom.

You saw his desk, the mug you gifted him on father's day as a joke sat on his desk, several paper sketches you made were framed next to it.

It was his classroom, with only you and him, the door open.

He closed it.

You stood against his desk as he moved closer, arms circling you, not breaking eye contact.

"May I?" He whispered, licking his own lips.

As he got your permission, he pressed his lips against yours, arm stroking your back before pulling away after some seconds.

He rubbed your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, a small smile on his face before pulling away.

Your heart was still fluttering against your chest as you left the classroom, while Erwin seemed to be smiling at nothing with a slight curl to his lips, steps more lighter than before.

Right after that he took you to the art classroom. The smell of oil paint and sound of brushes scratching against paper filling the air.

Stepping inside, the scratching sound stopped as a certain black haired man stared at you, eyes wide and lips parted.

Disbelief clear in his face, Nile was quick to mask his emotions as he noticed the smugness Erwin was in.

"Nile, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely darling, y/n." There was a chipper to Erwin's voice as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

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tteokggukk · 4 years

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welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started."

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile.

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red.

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted.

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95.

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack.

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer.

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?"

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off.

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

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rnufharose · 4 years

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears - Chapter 4

Words: 1.5k

Trigger Warnings: Violence and death.

DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this chapter is meant to start fanwars or point fingers at other artists. I am a multistan and I love many groups.

︻デ═一 ♥

The Magic Shop was teeming with life, the patrons sipping their drinks as the lights danced around the club. Inspired by the neurosurgeon James R. Doty, it is a place that exchanges fear with something positive. It was a paradise in the heart of Seoul's violence, where the citizens could escape and have a good time, and the owners wanted them here, safe and sound where they could smile their worries away.

Their hosts were seven of the kindest men in the city: a band of brothers who embraced the path of Dionysus and the Muses. They wanted nothing to do with the mob wars that plagued the city, offering what they believed to be the best modern take on the 1950s Hollywood.

The walls were lined with gold lights, the neon signs etched in cursive with the dance floor painted a shimmering red. The stage was occupied by backup dancers, an electric guitar sounding along with a bass, drums and scratching vinyl. The seven males came out, wearing himation robes over their suits as they broke into song.

[Taehyung, J-Hope/Suga]

Drink it up

Shot glasses (sippin') Link arms (tippin')

One-shot

Thyrsus (grippin') Grape (eatin')

Drink it up

Vibes (Keep it) D style (rip it)

One-shot

Here (Kill it) let's steal it

The illest!

[RM]

Just get drunk like Dionysus

Drink in one hand, Thyrsus on the other

Art splashing inside this clear crystal cup

Art is alcohol too, if you can drink it, you'll get drunk fool

You dunno you dunno

You dunno what to do with

I'll show you I recommend you something different

From my mic made of ivy and rough wood

There is never a sound that comes out in one breath

[Jungkook, J-Hope]

Until the sun comes up, where the party at?!

Until we fall asleep, where the party at?!

Sing it, sing it again

Drink it, drink it again

We're born again

[Jin, J-Hope]

Drink it up (the pain of creation)

One-shot (the scolding of this era)

Drink it up (Talking with myself)

One-shot (Okay now I'm ready fo sho)

[V, Jimin/J-Hope]

Drink, drink, drink, drink up my glass, ay

Everyone all, fall, fall into this crazy artist

One drink (one shot), two drinks (two shots)

Get drunk on art and say onghaeya

[Jungkook, Jimin/J-Hope]

Drink, drink, drink, drink up my glass, ay

Everyone fall, fall, fall into this crazy artist

One drink (one shot), two drinks (two shots)

Hit the gong and say onghaeya

[Suga/V]

Shot glasses (sippin'), linked arms (tippin')

Thyrsus (grippin'), Grape (eatin')

Vibes (Keep it) D style (rip it)

Here (Kill it) let's steal it

The illest!

The silver-haired female had finished pouring a martini for one of the customers at the counter, flashing a smile toward the boys, specifically the male with blue hair. He harbored a heart-shaped face with big eyes and small lips that would spread into a big, genuine smile. Arabella listened to the patrons cry out with excitement at their powerful vocals and difficult choreography, which they executed effortlessly. She knew that if this city was much cleaner, these boys would have been a famous musical group that would take over the world.

"They're having a lot of fun," another voice spoke, and Bella turned to look at the older woman, whose black hair fell past her shoulders. She had soft features that also appeared striking, and she possessed a fondness in her eyes. She looked at her younger brother, who shared her similar features, but they appeared more distinct under the bright lights. "I knew their clothes would go well for tonight's show," Dawon commented confidently.

"You never disappoint with your creations, Unnie," Bella stated, and she watched the boys end their song, seated on chairs with legs crossed as they posed, smirking and catching their breaths as the patrons gave them a standing ovation.

"Yah," the male with pink hair and soft cheeks took a seat at the counter, and Bella handed him a water bottle. "that felt great."

"You did so well," Dawon hugged her younger brother and he towered over her, squeezing her tightly but not so much that he would hurt her.

"Gomawo, Noona," Hoseok's smile was like sunshine.

"Have you talked to Haneul?" she questioned, and the male with black hair and button nose shook his head.

"We haven't gotten a hold of her," Jungkook frowned. "We've been meaning to visit her and pay our respects to her Halmeoni but..."

"We've been pretty busy with the shop," the tall blonde male with full lips and a sultry gaze—Namjoon—finished. "We still feel terrible that we couldn't go to Icheon..."

The male with blue hair--Taehyung--wrapped an arm around Bella's small shoulders and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, "We'll give her our condolences, and we'll also help her get settled. She's our baby sister after all, and we can't have her living alone."

"We have to keep her away from the danger too," the male with sleepy eyes—Yoongi—added. "If anything happens to her because of the crimes outside, Halmeoni won't forgive us..."

"We head for Icheon tomorrow morning to pick her up," the tall male with broad shoulders and black hair—Jin—said. "If it's alright with you, Noona, we'd like for her to share a room with you back at the apartment?"

"That's more than alright," Dawon responded graciously. "And with me and Bella with her, she won't always have to be surrounded by men, not that that's a bad thing."

The boys laughed and Bella looked toward the older woman, nodding in agreement, "We can set her up with a job here too."

"Definitely," Namjoon smiled. "If there's one thing Haneul loves, it's performing."

︻デ═一 ♥

Sehun watched the man topple to the group, his face battered and bruised, blood dribbling down one of his nostrils. He towered over the man, eyes full of apathy as Kai continued to kick the man in the ribs.

"Heh," The third male, with his soft face, slicked hair and deep voice, named Chanyeol, smirked as he watched the younger male beat the injured male. "You really thought you could take our imports, huh?"

The man on the ground coughed, blood staining his teeth as he spat, "Y-You know that wasn't my intention...! W-We formed an alliance!"

"An alliance you chose to break!" Kai growled, crushing his foot onto the man's face, listening to him cry painfully. He lifted his chin, eyes narrow with a devious smirk on his lips. "Funny... I had a lot of respect for BIGBANG... wouldn't want to start a war with G-Dragon but..." he trailed off, looking over his shoulder at Chanyeol and Sehun.

Sehun's dark eyes shifted slowly from the man on the ground to Kai. He crouched, lips pressed into a tight line when he grabbed the man's face.

"S-Sehun," the man begged. "Y-You understand me, don't you?! I would never take your imports! No one even thinks of messing with EXO!"

He contemplated his next move, releasing his face from his grip before huffing, taking a stand and furrowing his thick brows, "Mianhe, Seungri... but this isn't the first time you've done wrong... G-Dragon will think we've done him a favor..."

Seungri watched the raven-headed male take a step back, turning to walk away, eyes widening with terror when he heard those two words fall from his lips.

Sehun came to a stop, ticking his hands into the pockets of his slacks, not once looking over his shoulder, "Kill him."

He ignored his cries, blocking out the sound of anguish in his voice as he made his way toward the car. In his thoughts, he did this city and BIGBANG's leader a huge favor by eliminating a piece of dirt. That was one less piece of scum tainting this world, and who knows if he planned on turning against his own.

Sehun opened the car door, taking the driver's seat and leaning back as he listened to gunfire, and Seungri's pleas ceased for good. He could see Chanyeol and Kai standing over his corpse, eyes lifeless and blood oozing from beneath him. The two of them walked away, taking care to get rid of any evidence that would incriminate them, and joined Sehun in the car.

"Looks like our imports are safe... for now," Chanyeol said as he called shotgun. Kai took the backseat.

"Tell Junmyeon hyung we're arranging a meeting with G-Dragon," Sehun got the car's engine running. "The sooner we tell him what we did, the better..."

He pulled away from the curb, driving onto the street before the cops could come, gripping the wheel as he stared out the windshield with a hardened expression.

Once this meeting was settled, he could go back to focusing on protecting that girl. He just had to find the person responsible for her grandmother's death, and Sehun had a feeling she would appear very soon.

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allitbb · 5 years

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In the name of love

Ok. So. Been writing Pitch Perfect fanfic lately, cuz why not right? This is my latest little bit. If you'd like to read the rest, please visit my AO3. Link at the bottom.

Beca watched as Chicago dipped and kissed Chloe. She cringed by instinct. She honestly couldn't help it. But she schooled her face within seconds.

Theo began talking and Beca was extremely grateful for that. She needed the distraction. Just for a bit. It always takes her a bit to cool off. She's been through this many times with Chloe. Here we go again. Maybe this time it will stick. Maybe this time Chloe will finally be happy.

Later that night Beca happened to be in the hotel lobby. Well not happened to be. She was purposely in the lobby. She was waiting for Captain America to leave Chloe for the night. She finally caught sight of him exiting the elevator with a goofy grin on his face. Beca sighed. Suck it up, Mitchell. This is your choice.

"Hey, Chicago!" Beca yelled and waited for him to spot her. Once he did, he furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Beca? What are you doing down here? Chloe was looking for you." He said as he walked to her.

Beca chuckled. "Yeah, I just figured I'd give you guys some privacy. Take a seat. These hotel lobbies don't have comfy couches for nothing."

Chicago sat and gave Beca a sly look. "Is this the best friend talk? Should I be shaking?"

Beca chuckled. "Something like that. But am I going to threaten physical violence? No. But I do want to talk."

"Ok. Let's talk." Chicago smiled.

She sure does pick the lookers. Beca sighed and shook our her shoulders. Once she was hyped enough she dove right in. "So. I know you guys haven't known each other long. But. Are you planning on turning this into something? Or is this just a tour thing?"

"Well. I mean, I hope it can turn into something? She's super sweet. Definitely the girl next door type. I hope we can work something out."

Beca nodded. "Well I'm glad you're honest. Most guys just say shit like 'absolutely!' Without giving it any real thought. So. The Army? Is that like a lifelong commitment thing for you?"

"Uh. Actually. I joined the guard to pay for college. I have another year left before I can call it quits. I don't plan on reupping. My plan is to return to the states and finish out the year with my unit and then find a place to settle down and call home."

Beca nodded. This might actually work. "So what do you plan on doing after your contract is up?"

Chicago fidgeted. "Well. I went to college for computer engineering. So I hope I can put that degree to good use."

Beca smiled. He'll be home. That's good. "Cool. So here's the deal. You seem nice. And genuine. I like that. Obviously Chloe is attracted to you so that's a plus. I'm going to give you a few pointers. To help you get things rolling. If in a year, and you still are with her and have held up to your word, you can ask me for more. I won't give you more until I know you're serious. Got it?"

Chicago nodded vigorously.

"Good." Beca sighed. "Ok. Take notes."

"Do you mind if I record this? I'm terrible at notes. I recorded all the lectures in college. So much easier."

Beca chuckled. Well at least he's taking this seriously. "Sure. Go right ahead." Beca waited for him to pull out his phone and start the voice recorder. She cleared her throat once he was ready. "Ok. So. First things first. Do not, and I repeat, do NOT take her on a date to dinner and a movie. That is so lame. If anything, at least go to the movie first and then dinner, so you have something to talk about. Always wear your seat belt. I know it seems insignificant, but her cousin was thrown out of her car when they were teenagers. Luckily she lived, but it kinda scarred Chloe. If you're going to buy her flowers, buy stargazers. They're her favorite. And don't buy them when y'all argue. It makes her feel like you're trying to placate her with pretty things. And the last thing I'm going to tell you for now, text her. Each morning and each night. It doesn't have to be a book each time. A simple good morning and goodnight will suffice. She just wants to know she's being thought of. That she's important."

Beca stood as if to leave but Chicago grabbed her wrist gently to stop her. Beca looked down at him to see his brow furrowed again. She raised hers as if to ask what?

"Not that I'm not grateful, but why are you telling me this? And where are the threats?"

Beca chuckled. "I'm telling you this because I want her to be happy. I'm not gonna sit around and watch you fumble through it until you can figure it out on your own. She deserves to be happy from the start. Not five years down the road when you finally remember how she likes her coffee. And the threats will come in a year if you're still together. No point in threatening you now when you aren't really invested yet now is there?"

Chicago chuckled. "Well. This is the weirdest best friend speech I've ever received. But. She was right about you. You are pretty great. Thanks, Beca."

Beca nodded and walked away.

XXXX

A year later.

Beca was sitting on Stacie's couch with Bella on her lap. All of the Bellas were coming over to celebrate her first birthday. It will be the first time they've all been together since the tour. It will also be the first time Beca has had the chance to slow down. Her career was new, so therefore fragile. She had to work her ass off to make sure she was taken seriously at the label. Yes she was an artist, but she was also a producer and still had to prove herself in that aspect. They refused to let her have total control over her own album. She was too new to the scene. She didn't mind. She knew she was going to have to prove herself. But it did take up a lot of her time.

She arrived at Stacie's two days ago, and slept through most of it. She was exhausted when she arrived. But now that she's gotten plenty of rest, she's able to enjoy being around Bella and Stacie while they wait for the others to arrive.

"So what's the deal, DJ? You showed up looking like a zombie. Don't get me wrong, a hot zombie, but a zombie nonetheless."

Beca laughed as Bella slobbered on her hand. Apparently babies like to chew on other's hands, not just their own. "It's been crazy, Stace. These last two days have been the most sleep I've gotten in a while. Most nights I don't even make it home. I end up just passing out in my chair."

"That can't be healthy, Beca. I mean I get it. You want to make it. But there has to be a limit."

Beca chuckled. "Yeah. There is a limit. But I haven't reached it yet. This is my dream. Like. My mega dream. The one most people never even get even a tiny glimpse of. I could slow down, but that won't get me where I want to be. I want to make music that connects with people. I want to have a song that saves someone's life one day. I want to release the track that stops the little girl from jumping. I want to be blared in the boy's headphones who's laying in bed at night wondering what he did wrong. I'm not going to get there by working right hour days." Beca looked back at the baby on her lap and cooed.

Stacie blinked. She was in a daze. "That is probably the most noble reason for ever wanting to be famous."

Beca chuckled. "I don't want to be famous, Stace, just make important music. I want the music to be famous, I guess."

Stacie hummed. "Well. Just take care of yourself. I barely see you and we live five miles away from each other."

Beca sighed. "I know. That's why I text you guys all the time. I don't want to miss out on everything. I'd rather be updated by phone than not at all, you know?"

Stacie smiled. "Yeah, I know." And she really did. No one asked about their lives as much as Beca. The group chat stayed alive because of Beca. That surprised Stacie for the longest time, but now she understood. "You're kinda a softie, you know that, Mitchell?"

"Shhhhh!" Beca was wide eyed and staring at Stacie.

That startled Stacie. "What?" She said, wide eyed as well. Looking around d for an intruder or something. "What happened?"

"Someone could hear you! You'll ruin my rep!" Beca stage whispered as seriously as she could.

Stacie rolled her eyes and hit Beca with a pillow making sure not to hit Bella. "God. You scared me you idiot."

Beca chuckled. "Beca's fine. I haven't went by God for a long time."

Stacie shoved her again. "What am I gonna do with you? You're insufferable."

"Well you know what they say." Beca wiggled her eyebrows.

Stacie furrowed hers. "No." She shook her head. "What?"

"Insufferable in the streets, killer in the sheets!" Beca cackled at her own joke so hard that Bella started laughing too, even though she obviously had no idea what she said.

Stacie threw her head back into the cushion of the couch and put her hand over her eyes. "Oh, my God." Stacie sighed, exasperated. "My friends are morons." The smile she was sporting was proof of nothing. "She looked back at Beca. "Give me my child. You're going to corrupt her."

Beca snorted. "Oh please. Have you met you?"

"Touche!" Stacie said. There was then a knock on her door so she looked at Beca and took a deep breath. "Well. Here we go. You ready, DJ?"

Beca smiled. "You know it."

Xxxx

The party was in full swing. Stacie had also invited some of her mom friends from the gym. Not that it really mattered. One year olds don't really play with each other. This was really just more of a chance to be around friends and get free clothes. She's a single mom. Come on.

Stacie was walking around and mingling. It had been so long since she had any real adult time. Beca had Bella almost the whole time so she really didn't have to keep much of an eye out.

Stacie was about to go to the bathroom when she heard talking coming from the room Beca had stayed in the last two nights. The door was cracked so she peaked in and saw Beca sitting on the bed with Bella as Chloe's boyfriend, Chicago, sat in the chair in the room. She got super confused and almost burst in thinking something was wrong, but decided she'd listen for a minute.

Xxxx

Beca had been asked by Chicago if they could talk. She had Bella and didn't want to turn any heads so instead of finding Stacie she just took her with her and Chicago to the spare bedroom.

"What's up?" Beca said as she bounced Bella on the bed.

"Well." Chicago cleared his throat. "I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Uh. I mean. I've been out for a month now. And as you know, Chloe and I have been together since the tour. I know you said you'd give me a year. And I want you to know that I am serious about her. But we just recently got to start spending a lot of time together since I was able to move to New York. She. Uh. She's pretty special. And I want to make her happy. And I'm man enough to know when to ask for help. I think she loves me. She hasn't said it though. But I feel like she's holding back. And I don't really know what I'm doing wrong."

Beca smiled sadly. Suck it up, Mitchell. IIt's your choice. "You're not doing anything wrong, dude. She's a complex creature." Beca chuckled.

"Has. Uh. Has she talked about me to you? You know, like, do you know how she feels? You're her best friend and I know y'all talk all the time."

"Oh, no. Nuh uh." Beca shook her head vigorously. "I'll help you, just like I said I would, but I won't disclose what she says to me. She trusts me and I trust her. I won't break that. Not for anyone."

"Shit. Yeah. Sorry. You're right. I'm just. I guess I'm just worried. IIt's like she holding out for someone better? Or more? I don't know."

Beca sighed. "Look, dude, y'all have only been together for a year. And most of that time y'all didn't even live in the same state. Give her time."

Chicago smiled. "Yeah. Yeah you're right. She's just so great."

Beca chuckled. "Of course she is. She's Chloe Beale. She's amazing." Beca cursed herself as she saw the confusion cross Chicago's face but he cleared it quickly.

"Anyway." He said and pulled out his phone to record this.

"Yeah. Anyways. So like I said a year ago, if you stick around, I'll help you. You held up your end, so I'll hold up mine. Chloe needs you to be present. Not just there next to her, but even when you're talking on the phone. If you're not going to listen to what she's saying, there's no point in being on the phone with her. Make time for her. Even if you see each other every day, make sure you set a day, at least every two weeks, that's just for her. No social media. The least amount of calls as possible. It doesn't matter if you take her to the zoo or just spend the day cuddling. Though to be honest, she'd probably like staying in bed and cuddling and watching Netflix more. Do you know how she takes her coffee?"

Chicago shook his head no.

Beca sighed. Calm down. You figured he wouldn't. That's why you asked. Don't be a dick. "She takes her coffee half with enough creamer to make it almost look like milk. She likes the powdered creamer. French vanilla. No sugar needed since the creamer has it in it. If she ever asks if she looks fat in something, don't try and be cute. That's literally the only time you're allowed to tell her she's being ridiculous. If she's had a bad day at work, don't try and fix it. You can't make it better she just wants you to listen. And then after she's done venting, put on some music and sit and cuddle for a bit. At least once a week, surprise her by pulling her into a slow dance with you. Even if there's no music. Trust me. She's singing something in her head anyways. Make sure it's not the same day of the week every week. You don't want her to be expecting it. Make sure there is always a spray can of whip cream in the fridge. She says she doesn't like it, but when she's stressed you'll hear her in the middle of the night eating it on the couch. I think she likes the fact that it makes noise. And never, EVER, try to have sex with her while you're drunk. I'm sure she'll tell you some day, but until then, don't ask."

"Is. Um." Chicago cleared his throat. "Is that it?"

Beca put on her hardest glare. She saw Chicago gulp and smirked inside. "No. I promised you one more thing."

"And what's that?"

"The threats. I need you to listen and listen well, Walp. I may be small so I know I can't kick your ass, so I won't threaten that. But if you're an asshole to her. If you're mentally or physically abusive I will have you killed."

Chicago chuckled but sobered right up when Beca kept glaring.

"I've never been more serious about anything in my life, Chicago. I don't mean you can't fight. Everyone fights. She will cry and be upset, but do not try and beat her down physically or emotionally. I do not care if I get caught. I do not care if I go to prison. I will hire someone who would be more than willing to cut your fucking dick off and shove it down your throat. And considering the route my career is taking, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to afford it. Chloe Beale deserves happiness. I do not doubt that you can provide that for her, but if you start to feel like she isn't worth it or some bullshit like that, then you need to leave civilly. Do not be the ass hole that tears her down before you leave, because if you try and break her, I will not rest until you are dead."

"Um." Chicago stopped the recording. "Yeah. Uh. I don't think I've ever had a best friend speech like that. I can, uh, honestly say I believe you."

Beca nodded and returned to cordial face she keeps around Chicago. "Good. Then that is that. Now. In another year, if you're still around, if you want to marry her, feel free to give me a call or something. I'd be happy to help you pull it off. Good luck, dude."

Xxxx

Stacie stepped away from the door so that Chicago could leave. As soon as he was gone she stepped into the room. Beca had tears in her eyes as she talked to Bella. "She deserves the best, huh Bella?"

"So why aren't you giving it to her?" Stacie said as she leaned against the wall.

"Jesus, Stacie!" Beca jumped. Bella giggled. "How long have you been here?"

"Here as in right here? Or here as in able to hear the conversation you just had?" Beca gave her the look. "Fine. I heard the whole thing. You ever gonna tell her you're in love with her?"

Beca sighed. "I'm not talking about this, Stacie."

"The hell you're not." Stacie turned back to the door and hollered into the hall. "Chloe!"

"Stacie, no! I'm so fucking serious right now!" Beca whisper yelled.

Chloe came bouncing into the room. "Hey! What's up guys?"

"Absolutely nothing!" Beca pushed out, glaring at Stacie.

"Nothing, Chlo. Could you just take Bella for a bit? I need to talk to Beca." Stacie said as she took Bella from the fuming girl.

"Sure! Come here you little cutie!" Chloe cooed as she took the baby. "Oh. B T Dubs. Most everyone has left already. Just some of the girls still here." She turned and left the room.

Stacie closed the door and turned back to the glaring woman child on the bed. "So. Spill."

Beca, glaring still, started to get red in the face. She was really trying not to blow up on her, but this really wasn't any of her businesses. "Stacie. I'm asking you, as my friend, please drop this. There is nothing to discuss."

Stacie sighed. She didn't want to push too hard, but she knew there was something. She could feel it coming off the shorter girl in spades. But Beca has always been a little closed off. She knew Beca was into Chloe. Pretty much everyone had a bet going on as to when Beca would finally blow up and confess, but it's been years and she's yet to say anything. She's been the dutiful best friend for Chloe. Supported her relationships. Smiled when Chloe was happy with someone else. Stacie just didn't know why. Why would someone put themselves through that? Especially since everyone can see that Chloe likes Beca too. "Beca. You know she wants you too. What are you scared of?"

Beca huffed and shot up from the bed. "I'm not an idiot, Stacie. Of course I know. I'd have to be blind not to see it. I'm not scared that she'd reject me." Beca went to walk passed Stacie to get to the door, but Stacie grabbed her wrist. "Stacie. I have my reasons. And just because you don't know them, doesn't mean they're not valid. Drop it." She ripped her wrist away and walked out of the room.

As Stacie walked back into the living room, she saw Beca snuggled up into Chloe's side as Chloe held Bella and tried to make her play patty cake. The shine in Beca's eye as she watched Chloe sealed the deal for Stacie. She knew then and there for a fact that Beca is in love with Chloe. Oh, Bec. Why are you doing this to yourself?

XXXX

Two years later.

Beca was sitting in her in home studio when she saw a scrawny toddler run into the room. "Bella Bella Bella. What are you doing here? Where's your mama?"

"Her mama is right here." Stacie said, out of breath as she came into the room. "I go to the gym every damn day and I still can't keep up with her. How the hell do you do it?"

Beca chuckled and was about to answer when the tiny girl interrupted.

"Bec Bec! I miss you! You been gone so long!" Bella said as she jumped into Beca's lap.

Beca laughed and hugged the girl tight. "I know, sweetie." She kissed the girl on top of her head. "But I'm back for a while. What do you think about keeping me and R'Kai company while your mom has a spa day?" As Beca said this she was looking directly at Stacie.

Stacie squealed. "Yes! Oh, my god. Beca! I knew there was a reason I kept you around! I seriously need a mom day. Also, maybe a night?"

Beca chuckled. "Sure, Stace. She can stay the night. Just text me and let me know when the coast is clear, yeah?" Beca knew what Stacie meant. Stacie wanted to get laid. Period. No telling how long it's been. The hunter hasn't been able to prowl like he could in college.

Stacie winked. "You got it, DJ." Stacie swooped Bella up from Beca. "Ok, lil bit, you're gonna stay the night with Bec Bec. Ok?"

Bella nodded in the affirmative vigorously.

Stacie chuckled. "Ok. Good. So. While I'm still here, why don't you go make sure you have clothes here. I know for a fact you will destroy at least 2 sets of clothes by staying one night with Bec Bec. I don't know how you both get so dirty."

"Ok mama. I be quick so you can have mama time." Bella squirmed out of Stacie's arms.

Stacie chuckled as she watched Bella run down the hall.

"You know you have approximately two minutes before you have to go find her before she burns my house down, right?" Beca asked.

Stacie looked at Beca with a sly smile. "Yeah, but you have plenty of house. She wouldn't get it all down." Beca laughed. "Besides. I wanted the two minute reprieve to tell you that I missed you and I'm so glad that your tour is over. Are you still planning on taking a break?"

"From my own stuff? Yes. From producing for other people? No. I'm working on Halsey's next album and that's going to take up most of my time. You know how she is."

"Well. At least you'll be home. Remember. Don't work yourself to death." Stacie gave a stern look.

Beca laughed. "Stace I haven't had to work like that in over a year. My Grammys give me plenty of leverage. I'm not going to be a zombie again. But you know how it is in this business. If you're not working, then you're irrelevant. You pretty much have to prove yourself all over again."

"I just worry, ya know? I mean, yeah you've gotten better, but you've missed so much. I mean I get it, but don't you want to settle down? You're never going to find someone if you never slow down enough to fall."

Beca sighed. "I'm not looking to fall, Stace. You know this. Now let's go get that munchkin before she puts lipstick on R'Kai. That dog loves that girl and let's her do anything."

Stacie laughed as she walked towards Bella's room. "Well if you didn't spoil the girl so much. You gave her her own room! I don't even have a room! And you can't call R'Kai a dog. That's like calling a tiger a cat."

"Well a tiger is a cat." Beca smirked as she went into Bella's room. "And Bella has her own room because she's too adorable to say no to. You could really learn a thing or two from her pout."

Stacie swooped Bella up and blew raspberries on her tummy. "Your Bec Bec spoils you too much, don't you think?"

Bella shook her head no. And laughed.

Stacie let out an exaggerated sigh. "Of course you don't. You find clothes?"

"Yes, mama! And look! I look like Bec Bec now!" Bella showed off her mini leather jacket she found on her bed.

Stacie hadn't noticed at first. "Beca. You did not buy my daughter leather!"

Beca scoffed. "Of course not. It's faux. Chloe would kill me."

"Speaking of Chloe." Stacie said as she sat Bella down. "Did you talk to her yesterday? "

"Of course I did. I called her from the plane yesterday. Her and Chicago celebrated her birthday at a rave. She seriously has some weird kink with glow sticks." Beca laughed.

"How are they doing? She doesn't really tell me much." Stacie asked.

"Don't start, Stace. I know what you're doing."

Stacie put her hands up in surrender. "Hey. I'm just trying to look out for my bestie."

Beca sighed. "They're doin great, Stace. He treats her so great. I hope he gets his head out of his ass soon and proposes. IIt's been three years! What is he waiting for?!"

"No you don't." Stacie mumbled. Beca heard though because Stacie saw her go rigid. But instead of saying anything about it, Beca just began playing with Bella.

"Go have a good time, Stace. I got this."

Xxxx

Beca woke up early the next morning to a giggling toddler on her chest. "Good lord, child. Too much energy for the morning."

"Bec Bec! Auntie Chlo is here!"

Beca's eyes snapped open at that. "What?"

"Hey sleepy head." Chloe said from the bedroom door. "Want some coffee?"

Beca sat up as Bella toppled to the bed. She rubbed her eyes to clear the sleep out. "Sure. And you know. I gave you that key for emergencies. What if I had been nude."

"Wouldn't have been the first time." Chloe winked.

Beca laughed and shook her head.

Xxxx

Beca and Chloe sat at the island in the giant kitchen as Bella colored on the floor with R'Kai by her side.

"So, Chlo. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I. Uh." Chloe cleared her throat. "I have some news."

"Oh?" Beca arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah. So. Chicago proposed."

"Chloe!" Beca squealed. "Chloe that's so great!" Beca saw the hurt flash across Chloe's face but she ignored it as she always did.

"Well. I haven't said yes, yet."

"What?" Beca feigned ignorance. "Chloe, why not? That's crazy. You guys are crazy about each other."

Chloe sighed. "Yeah. I guess I just wanted your opinion. You're my best friend. I can count on you to tell me the truth. But I guess you answered my question."

"I think if you love him, Chlo, and you see a future with him, then you should marry him. If he makes you happy, then you should marry him."

Chloe nodded as tears filled her eyes. "Yeah" she put on her best smile. "Yeah, you're right. He does make me happy. So happy. He's great."

Xxxx

Beca watched through the window as Chloe paced outside on her front porch. She was on the phone but Beca could only speculate on who it was with. She assumed Chicago. Chloe opened the front door as soon as she was off the phone.

"Hey. Bec?"

"Yeah. Chlo?"

"I'm gonna head back to the hotel, but I'm in town for a couple more weeks. Can we have lunch tomorrow?"

"Sure. I'm not going into the studio for a few more days so just let me know where and when."

Chloe smiled. "Will do! See you later!" Chloe leant down and kissed Bella's head. "Bye sweetie!"

"Bye Auntie Chlo!"

Beca watched her angel walk away. You'd think it'd hurt less after all this time. It didn't. Suck it up, Mitchell. This is your choice.

"Ok cutie patootie. Let's get you home to your mama!" Beca swooped the toddler up and got them ready to go.

Xxxx

Two weeks later.

Beca was sitting in her home studio working on Halsey's album when the red light came on at her deck. That meant someone was at her front door. She sighed and made her way over. She wasn't sure who would be there but it better be good if they're interrupting her work. She swung the door open.

"Walp? What are you doing here?"

Chicago cleared his throat. "Uh. Hey Beca. Can I come in?"

"Sure." Beca stepped out of the way to let him in and then led him to the living room. "So. What can I do for you."

"Well." He said as he sat down. "I came to talk. I know Chloe came here a couple of weeks ago. And I know she asked for your opinion. And i wanted to say thank you. Also. I wanted to ask. Are you in love with Chloe?"

Xxxx

A year later. Beca sat in a room full of family and friends of Chloe and Chicago. The ceremony was beautiful. Mr. And Mrs. Walp were having their first dance and it was perfect, of course. Stacie laid her hand on Beca's shoulder.

"How's the maid of honor holding up?" Stacie asked.

Beca looked at Stacie and smiled. "I'm good, Stace." Beca place her hand on Stacie's. "Thanks for asking."

"Of course." Stacie smiled back.

After a while, everyone was mingling and dancing. Chloe decided to take the time to ask the question that's been burning in her mind all night. "Hey, Bec?"

"Yeah?" Beca spun around to look at her.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Of course!"

Chloe pulled her off to the side. "So. Were you ever going to tell me that you and Stacie are together?"

"What? Who told you?" Beca asked.

"You just did." Chloe smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Shit. Well. Uh. Well. I mean. We're not actually together. I mean. We've been sleeping together, but it's casual. We're both pretty busy, ya know?" Beca fidgeted.

"Wow. Well. I wasn't expecting that." Chloe chuckled. "Well I better get back. Can't leave the new groom alone for too long."

"For sure! Go go. Have a great time, Chlo. This is all for you." Beca pulled her into a hug. She heard Chloe take a deep breath but didn't say anything.

Beca watched as Chloe walked away with a fake smile on her face. She felt guilt until Chloe's eyes met Chicago's. The fake smile turned genuine in a heartbeat. Beca let out a sigh of relief. Beca felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You good, DJ?"

"Yeah." Beca turned back around to face Stacie. "I'm good. You ready to head out? I doubt the happy couple is going to be leaving that dance floor any time soon and Bella's sitter can only stay until eleven."

Stacie nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Let's go get our girl."

Xxxx

Three days later.

Chloe was searching the hotel up and down for her phone. She lost her damn phone on her honeymoon. How dumb is that? "Hey, babe?" Chloe yelled. Chicago was in the shower. "Have you seen my phone?"

She heard Chicago holler back from the bathroom. "No but you can use mine to call it. It's on the nightstand."

"Great! Thanks babe!"

Chloe swooped up his phone and started calling hers. No luck she didn't hear anything. "Fuck." She mumbled.

Chloe laid on the bed and started playing on Chicago's phone. She was bored and he wasn't exactly known for his quick showers.

Needless to say. She found his cloud. Which held files named Beca. Of course she clicked on them.

Chloe sat with a look of confusion as she listened to the second file. What in the world? Of course she didn't hear Chicago come out of the bathroom.

"You should listen to the last one."

Chloe jumped and looked up at Chicago. Her brows furrowed. "What is this?"

"Just listen to the last one. She didn't know I recorded it. It was after you went and asked her if you should marry me."

Chloe listened.

Xxxxx

"Are you in love with Chloe?"

Beca went rigid. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't have to lie, Beca. I'm not going to be mad. I can't blame you if you are. IIt's more work to not be in live with her."

Beca slumped down on the couch. She was so tired of hiding. The only one who knew the truth was Stacie. Maybe if Chicago knew, he'd convince Chloe not to make Beca the maid of honor. Highly unlikely, but still. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm in love with her. Always have been." Beca held eye contact. "But it doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything and it never will. I promise you."

Chicago shook his head. "I don't understand. Why did you help me? I mean, I'd understand if you had lied about anything. Tried to get me out of her life. But you didn't. I don't get it."

"I never lied because I want her to be happy. That's all I want for her. Ever. Just her happiness."

"But. I mean. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but you never tried to be that for her? Why? I know she's attracted to you. Hell, she loves you. All you'd have to do is say the word and she'd drop me in an instant."

Beca shook her head. "You don't get it."

"Then explain it to me Beca, because I may not know you like the Bella's do, but I know you love her. I have to know, before we go through with this. That you aren't just going to swoop in and take her from me."

Beca sighed. She could understand that. "Chicago, I promise you. That won't happen. Ever. And you're right. I do want her. And she may or may not still want me. But it's not about what we want. It's about what she needs. She needs someone who can be there to hold her at night. She needs someone who doesn't hole themselves up for sixteen hours a day for months at a time. She needs someone who isn't gone on the road for months at a time. She needs someone who can give her their whole heart. And I can't do that for her. I know it sounds dumb. Trust me. I know. But music is my first love. I know myself well enough to know that I would break her. I would put my music first too many times. I'd make her think she's not good enough. I'd make her feel insignificant. Which is the farthest thing from the truth. She's light, and love, and sunshine on a rainy day. She's a warm embrace on a chilly night. She's the best kind of person that there can be. And I won't be the cause of ruining that." Beca wiped a tear from her eye and looked at Chicago. She could tell he was holding back his tears. He really is a good guy

"You love her, Chicago. And she does love you. Don't doubt that because of me. So let me help you one last time. When she tells you that she's in love with me, don't be mad at her. Because Chloe Beale has enough heart to be in love with you too. She won't hurt you. And I would never hurt her by asking her to. When she says she wants to see me, don't get jealous. Nothing will ever happen between us. And even though I'm in love with her, she's still my best friend. And I am hers. I will never try and turn her against you. When you have kids, and she wants me in their lives, don't yell at her. I will never try to replace you and I will love them like my own and make sure they're happy, too. When she asks if she can fly out to see one of my shows, don't be mad. Because before anything else, she's my best friend and only wants to support me. She will never try anything with me, Chicago, so please. Don't ever doubt her. And when she's old and grey and wants to know if you guys can move next to me. Just know it's because she wants to sit on the porch with me and yell at kids who are passing by."

Chicago stood and pulled Beca up into a hug. She began to sob on his shoulder. "You're a great person, Beca." He whispered in her ear. "And an even better friend. She's lucky to have you. And I'm lucky you're her best friend."

Beca sniffled and shoved his shoulder. "Alright Captain America. Get out of here. I'm done being mushy. You better not tell anyone you saw me cry."

"I didn't see a thing!" Chicago smiled.

Beca chuckled. "Yeah. That's right! Later, dude."

"See ya, Beca."

Xxxx

"Are you mad?" Chicago asked.

Chloe looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. "No. No, I'm not mad. But. Um. When we get back. I think I need to talk with Stacie."

"Stacie? Why?"

"Because I think she's what Beca needs too."

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