Me adding songs in my language/from my country to my kagepro character playlists bc im free

This was submitted to me by @andromeda612

My ideas were added in orange

Idea/Prompt(? : is a new semester and Marc joins the class! Everybody is happy, Marc is such a sweet boy and a caring friend! Obviously the most happy are Nathaniel, Alix and Marinette.

Lila is not. Some nobody is stealling the attention! And it's not fair! She is dozen times more interesting and is obvious that this boy doesn't like the spotlight! But it's ok, the hype would decrease in a couple days. She would be the center of the universe again.

Except that it didn't happen.

Marc is very likeable specially whe he opens up with his friends, also once he is comfortable enough he shows his 'mom friend' side and is so endearing! Marinette, Alix and Nathaniel are the ones who can see this side of him the most, though. But the class is so touched by it, they also want to help him.

Also he and Nathaniel make one of the most popular comics in Paris, and all the class (even Chloe but she would never admitt it) are fans. Oh and Marc is an awesome writer and storyteller!!! Sometimes they manage to convince him to tell some of his stories and forgot completely about Lila.

Lila: but my stories are real! (You wish!) Isn't it more excited?

Kim: yeah, your experiencies are pretty cool, but Marc's stories are just too AWESOME! even if they are just stories, and he is a very good storyteller... once he controlls his nerves.

Not to mention Lila’s bragging has become rather tiresome

Her ego doesn't like this at all. She tries to befriend the boy, maybe she can take advantange of the new darling of the class (and is obvious Marinette is fond of the guy, so it would be a plus to piss her of)

But it is more difficult than she thougth. Everytime she tries to talk to him he just gives her short answers and stammering, he doesn't even make eye contact, and is hard to mantain a conversation straight. She tried to complaint with her minio... 'friends' but...

Lila’s friendly approach is too forceful and bold for the shy Marc

Max: oh yeah, you see, Marc has a lightly social anxiety, so it takes time for him to open up with new people. With the exception of Marinette, Nathaniel and Alix, apparently they manage to win his trust and friendship very quickly. Like some people would say, they just 'clicked'

Alix: Yeah, and Nathaniel and Marc definitely 'clicked' in more than one way if you know what I mean.

The girls giggle.

(Of course that I HAVE to put some Marcaniel here)

Mylene: is not something personal, it took time for all of us to befriend him, but now we are very good friends, and he even is our new "mom friend" I'm sure you would be his friend too, you just need to be patient.

But patient is not what she is, specially when she has to share the adoration and attention of her dumb classmates. Even Nathaniel, who never was one of her admirers or paid her that much attetion like the others do, seems to has eyes only for him! It was low blow to her ego.

Actually I feel like Lila can be patient if the Ladybug episode was anything to go by...

She tries to speed up the proces by charming him with one of her faboulous 'experiencies' and 'conections'

It backfired bad.

Because when she finished to tell her lie a very confused (and uncomfortable because he is still shy around her) Marc started to point out all the holes in her lie and the wrong facts or nosenses in it, with proof. AND IN FRONT OF THE CLASS

She was sure that having the support of her classmates during her tale would help to amaze him, but now the others are seeing her with a confused frown, she need to fix it!

For her luck Marc was starting to look overwhelmed for the attention their confused classmates were given him, so Marinette took him outside to calm him down. She took the chance and did some damage control. Somehow she manage to save face but was a very close call.

Now, the boy is clever than the rest of her dumb minions, and he actually almost got her exposed, so he is clearly a threath, specially if Marinette talks to him about her lies. If he already didn't find it out by himself.

Lila needs to take care of this new obstacle, so she decides to go hostile.

What Lila doesn't expecto is the Marc protection squad.

It turns out that after that close call some of her classmates were skeptical and noticed that something was off (they already had this feeling since Mari was expelled, but they brush it off, but now...) this classmates are Nathaniel, Alix, Kim and Max.

Alix noticing the mood in her friends was the one who brought up the topic, they talked and after a little thinking and the input of Markov they realized that Lila was lying. Then Alix remember Marinette's claims about Lila and decide to talk to her.

When they found her she is talking with Marc, of course is about Lila and her lies, luckily Marc is a good listener and has his own suspicions. They all talk, Marinette's friends finally listen to her and discover Lila's true colors, they apologize and she forgives them, after all despite Lila's threat they never treated her different and were still good friends with her, it hurt that they brush off her concerns but everybody makes mistakes.

They also discover that Adrien knew, at first they were angry, but then Mari calls Adrien and he explains his motives, and well the poor boy really didn't knew better, but he does now and a deal with devil is punishment enough, also he is the reason Mari's name is clean.

Now that they are in the same page, and Adrien is also present (through video call) Marinette tells that now she is more concerned about Marc.

He almost got Lila exposed and he wasn't even trying! Lila is going to see him as a threat and will make everything to get ride of him, just like she tried with her.

That make all of them worried and angry, Alix and Nathaniel the most. So they decide that the bitch needs to fall.

They would protect Marc (and Marinette because despite the deal they highly doubt that Lila would let her alone) from every scheme Lila tries. They also will research and collect proof to expose her.

Lila's first plan is hostility, the boy is terrible shy, it would be easy intimidate him and use fear to controll him like a puppet.

But every attempt goes wrong or backfire somehow, she is caugh in the middle of some of them, of course she says is all a misunderstanding or an accident, but she can't get close thin ice.

Also she can't cornered nor threaten him like she did with Marinette, the boy is NEVER alone, he is always with Alix, Marinette, Nathaniel, Kim or Max, EVEN ADRIEN would keep him company if either of them aren't near.

Then she tries to frame him, maybe she stole an important object from some classmate and tried to planted it in Marc's school bag, but when she tries to put the item in it her arm gets caught by some trap.

Of course she tries to complain against Marc, but Marinette is quick to defend him, Marc is a little paranoid about his stuff, specially his journal, and due to past accidents with stolen stuff (everybody glares at Chloe) she offered to make some security system for his stuff. Marc frees her arm with the key of the trap and shyly tells her that if she needs to borrow something the next time she just need to ask. The brat actually has the nerve to lectures her.

Marc: it’s rude to touch other's belongings without their permission.

And when Marc looks in his bag and takes out the stolen item she tried to make her move, but before she can even open her mouth the owner inmediatly assumes that somehow they lose it and hugs Marc for finding it and keeping it safe "Thanks mom!"

Aaaaarrrrgggggghhhhhh!

And just badmouthing him won't work, from what she learned about the boy he is a little ball of nerves and so sickenly polite, even Lila has to admitt that it would be hard to believe that the boy was being mean even by accident without a well planted proof. Also all the class seems to adore him, and Alix, Marinette and Nathaniel would defend him with tooth and nail.

She tries again and again, but always end the same, all his stuff is sabotage proof and she ends tramped. And her classmates are starting to look at her with suspicion, because is like the fifth time she is caught and why is she poking around Marc stuff in the first place? And oh! Poor Marc! Is the sixth time in two weeks he almos trip over very bad, and he has have many accidents recently! Is a luck that Alix, Marinette, Nathaniel, Kim, Max and Adrien were always there so it never happen something bad!

Hey! Lila is involved in many of them, some of the accidents were her fault! Is strange, isn't it? (Yep, the squad is sowing the suspicious deeds)

She changes targets, If she can get ride of Marinette again she could drag Marc with her.

But Marinette also has all her stuff with tramps, after her expullsion she is more careful with her stuff and the class is on her side. And now she is more suspicious, first with Marc and now with Marinette, is that she hasn't learned her lesson with all her incidents with Marc? Oh and him? That little wretched boy has the audacy to give her a I'm-not-mad-just-dissapointed look everytime she is caught with Marinette's stuff. The class can't help but agree with their 'mom friend'.

The class is getting wary of her, she is losing control, but she refuses to lose against this nobodies!

Now her exposure: it would be that now that her classmates are suspicious of her they start to take a close eye to her, and they start to notice how she is actually very near of Marc everytime he almost has an accident, and how she would make a comment that sound nice but when you think about it is actually a stab in the back, or how quick she is to blame Marinette, or how she tries to subtle disparage Marc or/and Marinette. And now they are noticing the flaws in her stories.

At the end they fact check and discover the truth, or Lila is caught red handed trying to sabotage Marc or frame Marinette. They complain to Bustier and Damocles with the squad's research, the matter goes to the school board and the principal and the teacher are under scrutiny, Lila's mom is called and she is in so much trouble, karma collect her debt. (Akumatization optional)

Or

Maybe for some reason she manage to get Marc alone, or is what she thought, the squad try to not let him alone but they have a plan for that case. If for whatever reason any of them can't accompany him, Max would let Markov with Marc, and the AI would follow-up closely the writer everywere.

So Lila finally cornered and threaten him (and if you want some bashing she can get violent and actually assaults him) but Markov witnesses everything, and since he is an AI his memories are video and audio recording that can be shown as evidence with his testimony, also Marc gave the consent to be recorded for security because they were suspicious about Lila trying something like that.

And just to put the nail in the coffin, the squad's research is presented to the school board, Damocles and Bustier are under scrutiny, Lila's truancy is discovered and her mom is called, she is exposed to all the class and is in so much trouble, karma happens (akumatization optional)

Or

Maybe she is exposed until the squad present their investigation to the school board and... you know what comes next.

In any case, the rest of the class also apologize to Marinette and promise to do better, she forgive them (because at the end they were still her friends and were always nice to her despite what Lila said, everybody makes mistakes).

Happy ending :D

Bonus: Maybe sometime in the middle of the Protect Marc campaign, or at the end of the take Lila Down, Marc and Nathaniel confess their feelings and start dating :3

a playlist for you | levihan

word count: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ audience only, angst

a/n: so i'm not really good at writing nsfw so this is all i can do for now (?) let me know what u think! < about the story i mean and not the nsfw HAHAHA ok anyway here it is

Day 1 // Honne

"You'll always be my day one," she whispered at his sleeping form. The two met nine months ago at a party Hanji's friend held for the fourth of July. It took her hours to decide if she wanted to go. Between the thesis that had to be done and the tempting bottles of vodka on the picture Petra sent, she came to a conclusion. 

In that very moment, that very temptation lead her to a good outcome. A grumpy midget. 

They both decided to just be friends with benefits. For Hanji's part she did not know as to how it worked. Do they just fuck and fist bump after? 

The sex was insanely good, but the thing that came after? Feelings. Feelings were what came after. 

Everything hit different with Levi. Something about the way he dragged the tip of his cock along her opening as he whispered, "I love the way you scream my name," made her carve the features of his face on her mind. Something about that very gesture the first night they met stuck with her. 

"Day zero when I was no one," she continued. Taking her index finger, she traced his brows and moved to his lips. "I'm nothing by myself, you and no one else." 

Falling for someone was the last thing she intended to do on her last year of university. She had dreams and goals to achieve, Hanji could not afford to fuck up. But, maybe this mistake might not be so bad. Maybe, it would even be the one thing that'll make her happy. Make her whole. Make her warm. 

"What are you mumbling?" 

"Oh, Levi!" As soon as she heard the voice, Hanji withdrew her hand to her chest. She looked at him with wide eyes, her voice small as she added, "I was just talking to myself." 

"C'mere," Levi's voice is husky as he pulls her in. His hands tighten around her waist and he hardens, her boobs pressed up against his chest. "Go to sleep." 

Hanji closes her eyes and tries to focus on falling asleep instead of the voice in her head. Last time she checked, fuck buddies don't cuddle in bed. 

Everytime // Ariana Grande 

"For the last time, Hanji!" Nifa shouts frustratedly, picking up her clothes on the floor and stuffing them in a duffel bag. "He's not good for you. He fucked a quarter of the med students! Goes partying almost every night, and ends up sucking someone's face by the time the party disperses." 

One drunken night, Hanji spilled everything to Petra and Nifa. From how she's falling for him, to the idea that she's willing to do anything for Levi. Absurd really, but it was love. At least that's what she thinks. 

"What about it? And he doesn't fuck strangers anymore. He told me so, it's all me now." Hanji tries to argue, taking the bag from her friend and zipping it up. "People are capable of changing, if you're not aware." 

"No! Listen to me, for once! Please, listen to me." 

"You listen to me!" She pulls at her hair, dragging her palm down her face and settling them by her hips. "Just this, allow me to have this." 

"I want to, but I can't, okay?" Nifa approaches her, placing both hands on each shoulder. "I can't let you when I know what he is like." 

"I know what he's like, and it's nothing compared to how you picture him." 

Nifa looks down for a second before dragging her eyes to meet Hanji's, "I can't do anything to tell you otherwise?" 

"No, I'm sorry." Hanji breathes, cupping her left cheek. "I can handle myself, okay?" 

"Okay." 

Thirty minutes later, Hanji sat on her bed alone. Staring up at the ceiling before saying, "they keep telling me to let go but I don't really let go." She closes her eyes, looking back at their moments together. 

Until now, everything remained blurry. No label, no assurance, no confession. Just a bunch of afternoons spent fucking in her dorm or his car. 

Hanji knew she deserved so much better than casually fucking and making out. But something about him made her stay. It sounded like something every person says before getting cheated on, yet she still did not budge. 

"Why, oh why does god keep bringing me back to you?" She whispers, slapping her cheeks repeatedly. 

Last Night // Lucy Spraggan 

"Last night I told you I lo—" Hanji tries to explain and apologize but he cuts her off. Raising a hand and standing up from his position on the bed. 

They booked a hotel room last night after going out. The two drank more than what they could handle. It took Levi 24 shots and 16 for Hanji before they got wasted. And wasted they were. 

Their arms were intertwined to keep balance, noise erupted from each other's mouths. Giggles from Hanji's part and grunts from the man. One thing lead to the next, the two had crazy drunk sex. Even though she was drunk, a part of her was still aware. 

Aware of how everything he did became even more attractive. The way he unbuttoned his dress shirt made her insides twist and turn. 

Last night, she even got to see a side of him he rarely showed. Most times when they had sex, Levi took control. But everything was different last night. He squirmed under her and moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back as his legs started to shake. 

After three rounds, the two sat in bed side by side. They stared at the city from the window. Enjoying the peace and cold the night brought. Hanji enjoyed counting the cars that passed, while Levi stared at her. 

It was impulsive, but she did not regret it as much as she expected. The three words came out of her mouth smoothly, and if he did not listen closely then he would not notice how it seemed so rehearsed. 

"Hanji, I am not the person for you." 

It hurt, but it was true. He only spoke of the truth, yet Hanji hated him. Levi could have lied, he could have told her he loved her too. But he didn't. And she should be grateful, she should be. Anger bubbled up inside her, anger for both of the people in the room. 

At him for being so… so him. For being everything yet nothing at the same. 

At her for allowing this, for not keeping her walls up. For being a fool. 

Thinking of You // Katy Perry

Levi tried. At best, he tried. 

For months, he noticed the way Hanji looked at him. He did not mean to assume, it was just too noticeable because it was how his mom looked at him.

Like he was too precious for the world. Like he was special. Like he was loved. 

He knew any time she would say those words, but he did not think it would be so soon. Levi has not prepared himself for anything. He did not know what to say or do. He's never experienced anything so pure ever since his mom. Most people regarded him in ways he knew how to handle. 

Either in respect or simply lust. With respect, he just had to reciprocate it. And lust, give them a dick and it was all good. 

But love, it was like calculus for an elementary student. Too complex and, in some cases, too much. 

And because he did not want to think about Hanji or the way she said I love you with her wide eyes, he went out to party. 

There he met Erwin. A buff man in a crisp suit. Not too many words were uttered, but moans were echoing in the bathroom of the bar. The guy was handsome and built as hell, who was Levi to reject a blessing? 

As he was being rammed, his hands on the sink for balance and mouth agape in pleasure, a certain person kept popping up on his mind. Even though Erwin kept pushing in so hard from the back that Levi's hands kept slipping off the sink, he could not help but think if Hanji slept with another person too. With that thought, it riled him up. He pushed his ass backwards to meet with Erwin's aggressive thrusts and in five more the two came in sync, muttering curses underneath their breaths. 

As they fixed themselves up, Erwin passed him a business card before leaving. He did not even check the words written before throwing it in the bin. The condom he threw seconds ago sat beside it and he cringed at that. 

"When I'm with him, I am thinking of you." He stared at his own reflection and scowled. What did he get himself into. 

Do I Wanna Know // Arctic Monkeys 

"Hey," he breathed, voice deep and slurred. Two empty bottles of gin stood on his coffee table. 

"What are you doing?" Hanji tried her best not to let her walls break. She knows when too much heartache is enough. 

"Crawling back to you," Levi chuckled before continuing. "Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do." 

"Levi, I can't do this right now." It has been about a month, and Hanji has learned. Nifa and Petra did not let her off easily despite crying for days. They lectured her for a week straight, but did not leave her side. They brought food, reminded her about assignments and even took her out on dinner dates. "I have to go." 

Build Me Up Buttercup // The Foundations 

"Levi, you cannot just build me up just to let me down." She pushed him away as he tried to hold on either side of her arm. Hanji was on her way to the cafeteria when Levi pulled her and dragged her to a secluded corner, asking if they could talk. 

"I'm sorry," he blurts out and it makes her pause, his forehead creases as he looks at her with pleading eyes. "Help me, I do not know how to do this." 

Hanji's eyes widen in horror, "what do you mean? Are you okay?" 

"This whole thing, this lo-love." 

It took every nerve inside of Hanji's body for her not to laugh at him. She found it weirdly cute. Sure, he broke her heart, but the man was clearly trying. 

"Is Levi 'I am not the person for you' Ackerman asking for my help?" She brought one hand under her chin, feigning brainstorming. 

"Oh, so you want to think hard? How about I give you something else that's hard?" He pulls her, his bulge meeting with her crotch. "But honestly though, what a simp you are." 

"So you want me to give you a hard time and reject you now? Make you wait for a year?" She smacks his chest. 

"No, I'm fine with waiting but I want you now." He kisses her cheek a couple of times before pressing his lips on hers. 

"Look at you, suddenly a softie," she teases as their noses meet. 

"Have I not always been one?" 

"Yeah, I kept wondering if fuck buddies usually cuddle after sex. Or give the other lunches that they made on their own. Or cleaning the dor—" 

"Okay, you made your point already, four eyes." Levi raises one hand to cup her cheeks, making her look at him in the eye. "I can't promise you something perfect from the books, but I am willing to give you everything that I am." 

"Such a sweet talker!" 

"Oh, whatever." 

𝓯𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝓸𝒇 𝔂𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝓱𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

⌕ in which you watch as you and oikawa start to drift apart, along with your love.

⌕ content: f! reader x oikawa, angst (maybe), sadness,,, that’s all.

⌕ word count: ???

love is not something you can figure out over night. it takes months or years to truly identify it, but when you first met him, you immediately understood what love was, or so you thought.

oikawa toru. the name that always catches your ears when you hear it in a conversation. the name that belongs to the person who holds your heart.

you met him when he came to pick his nephew up from daycare. it was your first day and takeru already took a liking to you, spending the whole time with you and making you fall deeper with wanting kids. it was time for you to say goodbye to the youngen, but he wasn’t ready. you tried sweetly talking to the boy and try to find a term to settle on, but he was too busy whining. you sighed and opened your mouth once last time before ultimately giving up, but you were interrupted by him, toru.

“hey, bud. don’t be sad, you’ll get to see her tomorrow. isn’t that right, y/n?” toru said to the small boy, looking at you to help convince the boy.

“yup! i will be here tomorrow, and you get to play with me just like today! now it’s time to go home and rest. if you don’t rest, then you won’t be able to play tomorrow because you’ll be all grumpy and tired. we don’t what that, right?” you said, causing takeru to nod joyfully at your words.

“goodbye, miss y/n! i’ll sleep and will play with you tomorrow!” the youngen said, his eyes glowing with determination.

he skipped out the door, causing you and toru to laugh at his adorableness. the boy next to you thanks you for caring for his nephew.

“it is my job afterall, but i should be thanking you for helping me out with takeru,” you said, smiling at him.

“oh, it’s no problem. i know how he is and he can get a bit too much at some points,” he said, smiling back at you. he truly was a beauty. “i’m toru, by the way.”

“i’m y/n, but you already knew by name tag,” you said, chuckling in embarrassment from yourself.

“well, goodnight y/n. i hope you have a wonderful night,” toru said, before slipping out of the door and into the night.

since then, he’d come pick up his nephew more often, and sometimes early to come see you. you two would often hang around during school as well, always having lunch togetehr in the court yard. you still get butterflies from thinking about the memories with him. the conversations you had during then was still crystal clear for you to recite them. it was obvious that you both were interested at each other now looking back on it. but now things are completely different and you wonder where it all went wrong.

when he first asked you on a date, you felt those same butterflies when you first met him. you immediately said yes, and to this day, it still embarrases you. you truly were eager to be with him, huh? on the day of your date with toru, you were a gigantic mess. you were late to meet him because you didn’t know where was your shoes were. and during the date, you kept blabbing about random things and barely let the guy speak. you were just a nervous wreck, but to him, you were the cutest one.

after a few more dates, toru decided to ask you to be his girlfriend. you responded the same way you did when he first asked you on a date. seems like you weren’t the one who changed as much. toru still found you cute and adorable as before and made you think you were over the months you two were together, but it was all just a lie.

you still remember the first fight you had with him. after becoming a couple, his fan girls started treated you like a threat to society or some trash that’s in their way. you’d get letters saying how unworthy you were to be with toru. you never tried to let it get to you or told him about the way you were being treated. but it was unbearable that you didn’t realize it was affecting your relationship. one day, you exploded when you heard him talking about how nice his fans were to bake him some treats. you admit it was your fault to explode on him, but it hurted you to know how he saw his fans as innocent people when they weren’t. you remember his face after what you said, the hurt in his eyes, yet he didn’t shout back at you. he let you walk away from him and provided you some space to come around, one of the reasons why you loved him. and when you did come back, he was the one who apologized for not understanding your feelings when it’s should’ve been reversed.

since that fight, you and toru were still close to each other. but one of the consequences was that it wasn’t the only fights. although they weren’t frequent, it slowly did become. most formed from both of yours and toru’s insecurities. small arguements would lead to big ones where you two wouldn’t speak for few days or look at each other until one of you decide to cave in. but one of the arguements stayed in your head since it happened and you can’t help but think it was the start of your downfall in your relationship.

you and toru laid by each other sides, watching the moon as it hangs over both of you. no one spoke a word and now thinking about it now, you knew why and it was quite obvious that it wasn’t a comfortable silence. there was no longer life to it, just exhaustion. the silence stopped when toru’s phone sprang into life, the quite opposite of everything. you read the name as it flashes on the screen, akane. you surprisingly knew who it was and you’ve been aware of since you first acknowledged her. toru and her have been slowly getting close with each other just like you did with him, except everything was different and better. you always see him laughing joyously or having a toothy smile whenever he’s around him. it always made you wonder if you had the same effect on him like she does with him. she was everything he wanted and you were everything he thought he wanted.

you watched toru as he smiled at the message akane left him. she really does make him smile better than you. you sat up and looked away as jeoulosy overwhelmed you and your eyes started to tear up. what was it that made him happier when he’s with her? why couldn’t you be better? it was always you who ruined everything. toru sat up when he realized sobs were escaping from you and your body shook from each sob.

“y/n-”

“what does she have that makes you happier when you’re with her and not me?” you remember asking him as you turned to see his guilt ridden eyes stare into your teary ones.

“what do yo-”

“you know what i mean. i’ve seen the way you both speak to each other, how you look at her and how her smile catches onto you. have i ever made you feel the way she does? was i really the one you wanted?” you asked, your voice slowly fading out as your throat started to dry from shouting.

“y/n, you made me feel things i would never experience with anyone else. but so does she. i love you, y/n. never had i once lied when i told you everytime. the only lie i’ve been telling is that i’m still in love with you.” toru said, and you still remember the guilt in his voice, in his eyes, and in his heart.

you remember after hearing those words, you felt something shatter. it wasn’t your heart, but the shell made out of anxiousness that covered it. you felt freed. freed from your insecure feelings and anxious feeled mind. although you were freed, you still felt pain from his words. sorrow filled within you for yourself. you’ve put yourself through something you knew was over, but you lied to yourself to find some reassurance that you’re loved by a relationship that no longer had any meaning to it anymore.

“thank you for everything, toru.” you said to him, smiling sadly at him as you wiped away your snottty face. “thank you for showing me everything i needed to know about me. and thank you for being by my side till now, but i think i’ll be fine by myself from now on till who knows when.”

and you were right. you were fine without him by yourself and found peace within yourself you never knew you had. although your relationship with toru ended a few years ago, you still reminisce with the time you spent with him. the many memories you’ve shared with him still replay in your mind at night, except it wasn’t the happy ones you experienced. your happy ones with him were still cherished, but every arguements and fights you’ve had was the reason why you’ve grew up to who you are today. realizing those mistakes of yours made you aware of how you were in those situations and it helped you fix yourself before making the same regrets.

and now you’re here, watching as he spins the same girl who made you help realize how insecure you were, akane. you watched as the newly wedded couple waltzed in the middle of the room with their eyes intertwined on each other with love, something you still haven’t figured out. it’s still been years since you’ve first felt it and experienced it first hand, yet you still have no clue it is, or so that was what you once believed. if you’ve learned anything from the past few years, it is that you slowly get closer to knowing what love is by small little fragments.

toru was the fragment of your heart that made you get closer to finding the capabilities of loving. and now you hold onto that fragment and hope for someone to show you the different types of love there is.

Hey! If you're taking requests, how about Julian and Max where max takes care of Julian while he rides out a stomach bug?

I actually wrote something that seemed worth posting! To prevent me from coming to hate this I didn’t proofread it, so sorry if there’s any mistakes. My requests are still open, it might just take me a little bit to get to it. This one could definitely be worse, I love writing for these boys! I hope you like it!!

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“Hello?” Julian mumbled groggily, closing his eyes as the world spun around him.

“Hey, were you sleeping?” Max asked.

“Kind of.” Julian responded, laying his head back down, pinning the phone between his ear and the pillow.

“Oh, well I wanted to see if you wanted to do something, since your cousin and everyone went to that thing at your uncle’s.” Max said, sensing that there was something off.

“Uh, I don’t know. I’m really beat, finals really got to me I guess.” Julian lied, he really felt sick to his stomach.

“Well I could come over there if you want?” Max said hopefully. “We could watch a movie on your projector, or cuddle and take a nap?”

Julian smirked to himself, the cuddling sounded really nice right now.

“Or we don’t have to do anything, if you’re too tired.” Max mumbled when Julian didn’t respond.

Julian sighed and rolled onto his back, holding the phone to his ear, “I- I don’t know if you actually want to come over today. I don’t really have much energy. It wouldn't be any fun.” He said, beating around the bush.

“We don’t actually have to do anything. We could even just take a nap or something. I mean- unless you don’t want me to come over.” Julian could hear the disappointment in his voice. “No! It’s not that, it would actually be really nice for you to come over without Remy hovering. I just- I’ve felt kind of sick since this morning and I feel a little pukey. I guess I figured you wouldn’t want to be here when I’m sick and no fun.”

“You’re sick?” Max asked, concerned.

“I guess?” Julian sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t think I have a fever or anything. I’m just tired, and I kind of feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Oh, well I can still come over if you want? Just to keep you company so you’re not sick and alone.” Max really did still want to come over. He wanted to spend some time with Jules, but he also wanted to make sure that everything was okay now that he knew he was sick.

“I-uh. I wouldn’t want to get you sick if I’m contagious.” Julian mumbled, he was really tired.

“As long as you’re okay with me coming over, I’m okay with being there… Even if you’re contagious.”

“Of course I’m okay with you coming over, I would just hate to get you sick.” Julian replied.

“I want to take care of you, if I get sick I’ll take full responsibility.”

Julian smirked, “Okay.” 

“Okay. I’ll leave in a couple minutes.” Max hung up.

Julian got up slowly, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders before shuffling downstairs to wait for Max. He sent a quick text to Remy to tell him Max was coming over, and sat on the couch in a big blanket burrito.

Max texted him when he got there and Julian got up and shuffled over to unlock the door and let him in.

“Hi.” Max said, walking in and closing the door behind him.

“Hey.” Julian mumbled, quickly losing energy.

“I brought some stuff just in case you feel up to eating at some point. I almost picked up ginger ale, but I remembered you don’t drink that.” Max told him, sitting the bag on the island. 

“Thanks. You didn’t need to bring anything.” Julian said. “Do you want to stay down here or go upstairs? Sorry, I’m really tired.”

“It’s okay, I kind of figured you would be sleeping most of the time I was here anyway.” Max smiled reassuringly. “We can go upstairs.”

Max followed Julian up the stairs, trying not to jump everytime Julian swayed. 

“Can you take this? I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Julian mumbled, handing Max his blanket.

“Uh, sure. Should I just wait for you in your bedroom?” Max asked.

“Yeah, that would be great.” Julian disappeared into the bathroom and Max walked down the hall, spreading the blanket over the bed before kicking off his shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed. He honestly didn’t expect Julian to be this bad off, he looked like he was going to keel over any second. Max spotted Julian’s projector and set it up with his favorite episode of Community. Julian shuffled in a couple moments later and he collapsed onto the bed, pulling his blankets up to his shoulders.

“Is everything okay?” Max asked, sliding under the covers next to him.

Julian nodded miserably. He closed his eyes and rolled over, throwing his arm over Max and laying his head on his sternum.

“Thank you for coming over.” He said, the words muffled against Max’s shirt. 

“It’s no problem, it sucks being alone when you feel bad. Does Remy know that you’re sick?” Max asked, raking his fingers gently across Julian’s back.

Julian shook his head, “They wouldn’t have gone if they knew. They were all looking forward to this weekend, I wasn’t going to ruin it for them.” He shifted into a more comfortable position to watch the show. “You put on the paintball episode?”

“It’s your favorite right?” Max asked quietly.

Julian nodded, and they watched Community until Julian finally fell asleep.

~~

Max was scrolling through his phone, he wasn’t sure how long Julian had been sleeping but he did know that the “Are you still watching?” screen had been up on the projector for about 20 minutes. The laptop was on the other side of the room, and Max didn’t want to risk waking Jules up. This became less of a concern when Julian began to wake up on his own. “Hey,” Max said quietly. “You okay?”

Julian sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, shaking his head slightly.

“Do you feel sick? I can get you something if you want.” Max moved across the bed and placed his hand on Julian’s shoulder.

Julian brought a hand to his stomach, the other clutching the bed beside him.

“Juli?” Max asked gently. He was starting to get nervous, Julian was declining rapidly and Max was worried that things were going to get bad.

Julian opened his mouth like he was going to reply before he jumped up and dove for the trash can under his desk. A sickly burp rumbled up from his belly along with a torrent of watery sick. He broke out into a fit of coughs before gagging and bringing up another wave of barely digested dinner from the night before.

“Oh, Jules. You’re okay.” Max said, moving over to him and rubbing his back. 

“I’m sorry, this is so gross.” Julian whined, spitting into the trash can.

“You’re really sick, you don’t need to apologize.” Max said, his voice soft and concerned.

Julian sniffled and coughed over the bin, gagging and expelling more of his stomach contents. Max cringed, looking away while continuing to rub his boyfriend’s back.

Jules burped hollowly, and coughed again to clear his throat.

“I think you should maybe call Remy, he would want to know that you were sick.” Max said, brushing Julian’s hair from his forehead.

Julian shook his head, coughing again. “I can’t, he’d just come home. I’m okay, Maxi. I promise.” He set the bin to the side and laid back down on his bed, sighing loudly.

“I’m just worried, Jules.” Max picked up the trash can. “I’m going to clean this out.”

When Max came back he placed the bin next to the bed and climbed in next to him. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Julian mumbled tiredly. “Do you have to leave soon?”

“No.” Max replied quietly. “I texted my parents awhile ago and told them that Remy said I could stay the night.” “You lied to your parents?” Julian teased. “I’m rubbing off on you.” 

“That’s not a bad thing, it makes things more interesting.” Max relaxed and wrapped his arm around Jules. “How’re you feeling?”

“My stomach still hurts, but I think actually throwing up helped a little.” He yawned, “I’m tired.”

“Get some sleep, Juli.” Max whispered, intertwining his fingers with his.

Redemption 8

A/N: It’s baaack! I’m so sorry for the delay. Happy thanksgiving! Hope you enjoy! Taglist is open!

Warnings: lies,deceit, hurt

“Mama!” Zari leapt from behind T’Challa. She sprinted up the staircase and into her mother’s arms. She buried her face in her neck, breathing in the smell of perfume after a long six years away. Fingers clutching the older woman close, the young woman began to cry, tears rolling down her face. Zari’s mother pulled away.

“Oh my baby, my baby,” her mother’s kind eyes flooded with tears, her hands tracing the lines of her only child’s face. “Baba,” Zari switched turning into the tall man beside her. His arms wrapped around her, the smell of patchouli oil drowning her senses. The fabric of his shirt grew damp, the two reluctantly pulling away before Zari tackled her friend a hug. Tears quickly turned to laughter, the women settling on a hug, for a lack of words to say. “I don’t know what to say,” Zari breathed, her eyes shining as she stared at her family. For so long, the earth had kept them apart, and she had no way to fix that. She dreamed of them showing up on her doorstep, appearing out of thin air, to hug and comfort her. In her head she’d told them everything, about school. How much she’d missed them. The words would spill out with the tears. Watering the front doorstep and christening the welcome mat. But now, with them standing on her steps, she was lost for words. The last six years of her life seemed to be lodged in the back of her throat.

“Why don’t you start by telling us why you ran away from home?” her father interrupted her train of thought. Zari swiveled towards Isha, “You never told them?” her hurt beginning to plague her voice. The young woman shook her head, “Zari, he threatened me as well.” Zari’s eyes widened slightly. “Who threatened you Isha?” Zari’s mother broke the silence.

“My Father,” T’Challa answered for the girls. He walked over Aiden sitting on his shoulders. His large brown eyes zeroed in on his mother. “Mama, why are you crying?” Zari smiled faintly, T’Challa allowed the child down. His feet immediately carrying him to his mother. “Is this him?” Isha asked, stooping down to face Aiden, the little boy held onto his mother’s hand, cautiously taking a step towards the stranger. Zari nodded. “Who are you?” Aiden asked.

“Isha,”Zari’s friend extended her hand for aiden to shake. “Aiden, this is your aunt,” Zari nudged her son. A small smile spread over his face before he accepted Zari’s handshake. “Zari what is going on?” Zari’s mother turned to her daughter once more. “Let’s talk inside. I’m sure you both have alo questions.

[ 2 Years Ago, New York and Wakanda ]

The door to Aiden’s room shut softly. His light snores drifted from under the door. Glancing at the clock, the soon to be college graduate knew it was time. She dialed the kings number and waited. ”hello?”the king answered.

”King T'chaka? This is Zari,” she began. “Hello my dear girl! How are you? How is the boy? May I speak with him?” The king fired off.

“When Hell freezes over,” the woman thought.“I am afraid he is asleep my king,” she answered.

“Very well then, what can I do for you?”the king asked. “I am set to graduate soon,” the girl began again. “I know. I am so proud of you. Your cords and cap and gown have all been paid for already. Was there a problem at the school?”

Zari interrupted, “no,no it’s just. I sent tickets for my parents to the palace. I was hoping you would let them come,” she trailed off. “No.” The only word from the kings mouth. “Please your majesty. My parents should be here for this. They already think I ran away. They won’t suspect a thing. If they ask why I’ll say it’s because of Aiden. I was pregnant, and I didn’t want to get T’Challa in trouble,” Zari was pleading now.

“No. Zari. I am afraid that is not possible.” The king ended. The line was silent for a minute before he spoke again. “Do send pictures of you and the boy.” The line clicked.

“Baba, who was that?” T’Challa strode into the room a minute later. “No one important,” T’Chaka dismissed. “It sounded like family,” The prince tried again. “No. One. Important. T’Challa.” The king roared suddenly. The prince took a few steps back in shock. “Do you not have a meeting to attend?” The king sighed. The prince nodded his head silently. “Very well then. I have work to do.” He dismissed T’Challa with the wave of a hand.

“Mama,?” Once in the hall T’Challa spotted his mother. . The queen smiled, turning towards her son. “Yes?”

“Do we have family in New York?” The prince questioned. He strode down the hall towards his mother. “Not that I am aware of,” she cocked her head to the side. She gracefully extended both hands palm up, an invitation for the now 21 year old. He walked into his mother’s arms, grasping her hands in his. “Why do you ask?”

“Baba,” I heard him yelling into the phone. “He wanted to talk to someone’s boy.” The prince rehashed. “Did you ask him about it?”

“I did, he insisted that it was “no one important’ before dismissing me.” The queen frowned, “I will speak with him about it, but I am sure it is nothing to worry about. It is probably just a war dog friend and their family.” The queen reasoned. “Thank you mama, I must go.” The prince pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling away. “I shall see you at lunch,” the queen called after him.” “Of course Mama,” he smiled over his shoulder.

[ New York, Present Day ]

“So you left by force not by choice?” Zari’s mother sat on the couch next to her husband. Aiden sat in his father’s lap, his head resting lightly on his shoulder. Zari sat next to both of her boys, running her hand through Aiden’s curls. Isha watched the three interact quietly. “Yes, I was with child.” She added, stopping just before mentioning the father.

“That still does not explain King T’Chaka’s interest in you or Isha for that matter.” Zari’s father raised an eyebrow. “Well that’s the probken,” The young designer cleared her throat. “The prince is supposed to be celibate until marriage,” Zari’s voice died off looking back at T’Challa. The king cleared his throat twice before speaking, “If Zari had given birth to my child, the world would have known that we did not follow that particular rule.” The king gripped Zari’s hand on the couch, squeezing lightly. “So Aiden is your son?” Zari’s mother was the first to comprehend. Zari knew instantly, when her father understood as well.

“You got my daughter pregnant in High school!” he roared, leaping off of the couch, aiming right for T’Challa. The king quickly leapt out of the way, almost dropping Aiden in the process. With his son now hanging over one arm, the king made sure to to put some distance between himself and his almost father in law.

“Baba please,” Zari stood in front of her father, blocking his view of the king. Her father visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping slightly. She helped her mother ushered him back to the couch, “He is the king. You can not just go lunging at him.” the older woman chastised her husband. “I don’t give a damn if he is the king. He defiled my daughter.”

“Baba please?” Zari pointed at his seat.

“No he has every right,” T’Challa offered, slowly creeping back around the couch. He handed Aiden to his mother, his little body trembling. The riddle immediately wrapped his arms around her neck, refusing to look anyone in the face. Zari’s fingers immediately began tracing circles on his back. Her lips quietly humming. “I didn’t mean to frighten him,” Zari’s father gestured at the child, currently occupying his daughter’s lap. Silence settled upon the room. Zari’s humming buzzed through the air unaccompanied.

“For six years, I had to live without my daughter. For six years, I lived with the guilt thinking that I had done something to make her want to leave me. Leave her mother. Her home. Now she’s all grown up with a child, and a life I know nothing about. I never saw her graduate. I mean she gave birth. Gave me a grandson. Now to find out I only missed it because your father wanted to protect your image. Can you imagine?”

“I am sorry,” the king lowered his head. “Sorry will not give me the past six years back your majesty,” her father hissed. “Ime Joffer, stop it. The man had nothing to do with it.” Zari’s mother reasoned. “But he is his father’s son,” he spit. “That does not mean I will make my father’s mistakes.” T’Challa asserted, his eyes scarcely hid the fire lurking behind them. “I knew nothing of my father’s plans. They were kept from me right up until his death. But I never stopped loving your daughter!”

“T’Challa you do not have to,” Zari placed a hand on his shoulder. “No! I need to say this.” He insisted, hands shaking with his words. Tears fell from his eyes, “I am the reason you are here. The reason you lived without your family. Gave birth to our son alone. I wake up every day knowing I am the reason. It bears down on my shoulders constantly. But I want to be there for you. With you. Beside you. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you. I’ll be damned if I let you get away from me again Zari. Much less let Aiden get away again. I may be my father’s son. But i will not continue my father’s mistakes.”

“T’Challa knew nothing,” Isha broke the tension “He came to me everyday looking for Zari for months, then years. I refused to tell him where she was.”

“You knew?” Zari breathed. The woman nodded. “I found out a week or so after you were gone. T’Chaka had guards trailing me everytime I left the house. They let it slip one day.”

“You told me-” T’Challa accused . “I know what I told you T’Challa!” She yelled.

“I told you what I had to say to keep your father from ripping the only family I had completely apart. He threatened to marry me off.” Pause. “Your father, he took everything from me. He took my parents from me. … I got a second chance with Zari and her family. I knew I had no way to keep from losing my parents the first time. This time I had a choice, and I made my decision. I did what I had to do to keep my family together this time.”

Aiden’s soft snores pierced the silence. All eyes fell on him, his mouth wide open. “I should put him to bed,” the young mother pushed herself up off of the couch. “I can do it,”The king offered. “No, you stay here son. We’ll go with her.” Zari’s father glared. T’Challa acquiesced, settling back into his seat on the couch. Zari smiled as her parents followed her into Aiden’s room.

The door shut slowly behind them. Zari placed Aiden in her mother’s arm. The couple studied the boy’s features, Zari’s hands digging through the piles of clothing for some pajamas. “You have done well for yourself.” Ime, Zari’s father, commented. His eyes ran over the pictures on the wall. “The king paid for most of it...Gave us a house,” Zari began pushing Aiden’s sleeping form into his pajamas, “Put me through college. Gave us a monthly allowance.”

“He did everything I should’ve done.” Zari’s hands stilled. A frown etched its way onto her face. “Baba,” she began softly. She pulled the covers over Aiden. “This is not your fault.”

“Ime please,” Zari’s mother went to stand beside her husband. “I should’ve been here. I should have been searching. I knew pieces of the puzzle didn’t fit together, but I chose my country. I chose my country over my daughter.”

“But I am here now Baba. We can not change the past. Though we can build from the present.” She walked over to her father, his back tensed under her touch.

“You lied to me,” T’Challa accused once the family was out of earshot. “I did what I had to do,” Isha’s finger pounded the leather of the couch.

“For who? You knew I loved her!”

“But She was disposable to your father!”

“I would have protected her!”

“You were not king!”

“I loved her!”

“So did I! Do not bullshit yourself T’Challa! I will not help you post into your victim/ failed savior complex!”

You knew she was carrying my son!”

I knew she was safer away from your father!”

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Morning!Reddie headcanons

—Winter is absolutely the best thing ever because they always wake up spooning.

—Richie will hug Eddie from behind and they’ll just lay there in their cozy cove made of sheets and pillows, warm and pure and in love.

—Richie likes to think he always wakes up first, but, actually, Eddie just likes to pretend he’s asleep so Richie will snuggle him for a little more.

—Of course, since it’s Richie, he will usually grab Eddie’s butt and stuff. And Eddie will just take it and cuddle because he lowkey loves it? And early in the morning is the only time of the day he doesn’t have to pretend he hates it? Yeah.

—Richie, obviously, notices how much he likes it. So he just leaves his hand there and everything is perfect and domestic and dreams do come true, until he, also pretending to be asleep and with the clear intention of waking Eddie up, whispers “Eds would kill me if he found out about us, hm, Mrs. K?”

—And Eddie just… do you remember that Spongebob episode when Spongebob would get into Squidward’s bed and Squidward was so sleepy that he just allowed it? And when he notices what’s going on his eyes suddenly open wide in such a memeish way? That’s Eddie’s reaction everytime Richie murmurs something like “gotta love that ass of yours, Mrs. K”.

—"DUDE, WHAT THE HELL". Sitting up and ruining all the magic bc seriously wth.

—"Oh, there you are, Eds. Sorry, same old dream I’ve been having everynight since we hit puberty".

—Eddie barely represses a psychotic tic of his right eye as Richie explodes in a uncontrollable laugh and puts his arms around him and pulls him to his chest (Eddie lowkey can’t breath and will beat the shit out of him with his clueless, bare hands if he doesn’t let go of him).

—But he doesn’t let go, he just lets him raise his head a bit so he won’t die suffocated. He’s still on top of Richie with him holding him down. And they stare into each other eyes and it’s so perfect.

—Obviously, Richie can’t see, so Eddie, trying to avoid every chance of a sappy, awkward moment happening, takes the glasses from the nightstand and roughly puts them on his face, saying something like “you look stupid trying to see without them”.

—But he’s clearly lying bc Richie looks so cute in the mornings when he makes an effort to see bc he’s to lazy to stretch out an arm to get his glasses and aAaAaAaAAAAA why is he like this Eddie is internally screaming.

—"You like me stupid", Richie smirks and Eddie just… melts. But of course he can’t admit it, so he rolls his eyes and let himself be flipped and pushed down to the bed by Richie’s weight.

—More cuddles!

—Eddie yawns and Richie just… melts. Like, so cute! And he holds him there and starts saying fluffy stuff and kissing all over his face.

—"Such a… *peck on the forehead* cute… *nuzzle on the neck* little thing… *peck on the cheek* aren’t you? *kiss on the temple* Soft… *peck on the other cheek* sleepy… *peck on the nose* boy… *peck on the lips* cute… *kiss* cute… *kiss* cute! *super hardcore and sweet smooch*

—Eddie feels in heaven. But he can’t let this damage his reputation of chaotic evil, so he puts his hand on Richie’s face, pushes him back so he can get out from under him and says “morning breath”, getting out of bed.

—He starts looking into the closet for his clothes and Richie lies down on his stomatch and whines into the pillow like a dying whale.

—"Edssss, why do you have to leave meeee"

—"I’m not leaving you, we always leave together. But it’s late and you know it. So get up".

—"But I don’t wanna go to work. It’s booooriiiing".

—"You work at the radio station because you chose it".

—"But, baby, it’s cold outside".

—"You’re a fucking child".

—"You work at a children hospital. I just prepare you for that".

—"I work at a children hospital but I’m not your babysitter".

—"That’s what you think".

—They argue until Eddie is ready and Richie finally agrees he’s getting out of bed (they have this rule that says they only cancel plans before one of them is fully dressed, so he can’t do nothing about it and he just accepts his fate as an adult).

—As Richie gets ready in front of their mirror, he usually pulls Eddie with him and wraps his arms around his waist and rests his chin on his shoulder, making him look at himself in the mirror and telling him “look at how cute that guy is! Oh, and is that devilish handsome man behind him his husband? It looks like he is!”

—Eddie just laughs and rolls his eyes. And then Richie says “just brushed my teeth. No morning breath anymore” like he won some strategy game and Eddie says “ok” and gives him a quick kiss over his shoulder before leaving the room.

—Richie always makes breakfast bc the only thing he can cook is hotcakes. Still, he’s so careless and messy that Eddie would rather do it himself.

—The thing is… they don’t have that much time. So Eddie’s boss (who is a cool guy, but he likes things being well done) calls him and Eddie lies saying he’s stuck in the traffic.

—Richie will catch up the conversation and start making street noises and scream things like “LEARN HOW TO DRIVE, ASSHOLE! OH, YEAH? YOU WANNA FIGHT? GET OFF OF THAT CAR AND FACE ME”. And Eddie tries so hard not to laugh.

—It’s all okay until Richie’s lack of attention while cooking backfires and he accidentally lands his hand on the stove and ScReAmS.

—Eddie worries about it, but, most important, he almost drops his phone and when he handles it back his boss asks for an explanation. Then diva!Richie takes the stage.

—"EDS, WATCH OUT, AN OLD LADY, OH NO, YOU’RE ON THE SIDEWALK, YOU’RE ON THE FUCKING SIDEWALK!!! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, AM I GONNA DIE? I DON’T WANNA DIE! OH, NO, THE POOR OLD LADY! THE KIDS!!! LOTS OF KIDS EVERYWHERE, THEY ONLY WANTED TO GET TO SCHOOL, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. Look, here comes the ambulance! *takes the phone and starts to scream to it* WEEE OOOH WEEE OOOOH! Thank God, we’re saved! OH NO THE CAR IS ON FIRE! THERE’S DEAD BODIES EVERYWHERE! WHY GOD WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO US! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO US! WHY MUST THE GOOD DIE YOUNG? WHEN WILL GOD HAVE MERCY ON THESE POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS! Myhandhurtsgoodbye". Click.

—Eddie looks ready to kill him but his poor baby burned his hand and he needs help so fanny pack powers activated you’re so in trouble Richard we’ll talk about it where does it hurts honey.

—When they take care of his hand, they sit to have breakfast. And, even when all the domestic magic is back, they’re in a bit of a hurry. So Eddie makes the mistake of telling him to eat fast and Richie fucking ROLLS UP his hotcake and starts eating it like it’s a burrito.

—"RICHIE WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN’T EAT HOTCAKES LIKE THAT".

—"Oh, sorry *still chewing*, forgot the syrup *grabs the syrup bottle and directly puts half of its content into his mouth*“.

—”…“ *dies*

—"Want some, Eds?”

—"…“ *dies again*

—”…“ *smile full of food and syrup*

—"Beep beep, Richie”.

—Since the hospital where Eddie works is on the way to the radio station, Richie always gives him a ride.

—They cruise the town in his shining classic car with 80s music blasting on the stereo or Richie’s voice changing the lyrics of famous TV shows themes.

—Tozbraks, meet the Tozbraks, they’re the modern gay age family. From the town of Derry, Maine, they’re a page right out of gaystory🎶

—"You can’t put the word ‘gay’ in every song and pretend it fits us, Rich".

—"Oh, I can’t, Eds? I can’t? Are you sure? I can’t?“

—"Uh huh”.

—"You’re right. I should put the word 'cute’ if I want it to fit you".

—"Fuck you" *blushes while internally screams*

—When they arrive to the hospital, it’s time to say goodbye. Of course Richie doesn’t need to get out of the car for that, but he does it anyway. And they just hug and kiss at the hospital’s sidewalk, and they don’t care about what anyone could think.

—"See you at dinner, Eds", Richie says as he gets back to the car. “Love ya”.

—"Love you, too, Rich" *InTeRnAlLy ScReAmInG*

—He loves this man so much.

—And he has so many explanations to give to his boss.

Tumblr prompt ( Yoongi * OC)

This is my first time requesting . Am i doing it right? 👀 Yoongi angst/romance where his wife went to his Genius Lab to tell him about her pregnancy and he was so cold about it . Happy ending please 😫 btw i read all of your fics ! You’re such a great writer ! Ily 💘 hwaiting !

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“Y/N.... what the fuck is wrong with the goddamn TV?!!” Yoongi’s voice fairly reverberated through the apartment and i nearly dropped the glass of water I’d been pouring myself. i felt my throat go dry at the annoyance in his tone. All i could think was what a miserable timing this whole thing had. 

But it was too late. 

“i’m going to go mix some stuff before dinner. Get me some water wuill you?” He called out. i nodded, grabbing another glass and poring him some flavored water before moving to the studio where he worked. i knocked , a useless gesture because the door was open and Yoongi was on the huge reclining chair infront of his equipment. 

“i... it’s probably because of the weather or something... “ i said hesitantly, stepping out to slowly make my over to him, holding the glass of water out like a peace offering and Yoongi ignored me , glaring briefly before scoffing.

“Are you an idiot? what the fuck does the weather have to do with anything?” He grated out and I flinched. So, whatever it was that had gotten him this way : it was  a bad one.

 i sighed and put the glass on the table before moving to stand next to him. 

After four years, i’d learned to read my husband pretty well and clearly, whatever pissed him off was still nagging the inside of his skull. so much so that he didn’t even realize that he was taking it out on me. no matter : i was used to his mood swings now. the ups and downs of his emotions . It was quite a roller coaster and i was lucky i hadn’t been thrown off before. 

" i’m sorry... Should i make you something to eat.?” i said soothingly, moving to sit on the armrest  and hesitantly reaching out to thread my hair through his icy blue locks. The color looked so good on him and the red bandanna around his forehead told me he hadn’t even gone back to the dressing room after the performance, probably taking the van home at once. 

why? what had upset him that bad? 

“You wanna talk about it?” I said softly. 

“ It’s nothing.” He said gruffly. 

I smiled and stood up slowly, ready to move when his fingers closed over my wrist. 

“i don’t wanna talk....” He said softly. “ but i want you to stay.”

i blinked, flushing a little. There was something very familiar and heavy in his gaze, and it was unsettling, seeing it outside the confines of our bedroom. i gripped the edge of my skirt and stared at him in confusion. 

“Oh?” 

“Come here.” 

I hesitated, just for  second, before moving cautiously and standing in front of him. He reached out, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close till his face buried into my stomach. 

“Fuck , you feel so good baby.” He groaned and i giggled. 

“You shouldn’t swear around the baby.” i said without thinking and he froze.

So did i. 

 oh no oh no oh no.. you idiot, you complete and utter idiot... 

 “what the fuck did you just say?”

“Yoongi... I’m..”

“You’re pregnant?! what the fuck Y/n..” he pushed the chair back and stood up , towering over me before gripping my arms, teeth gritted in annoyance. 

“yoongi wait...”

“When the fuck were you planning on telling me this?” He shouted and i flinched. 

“Today.... i was just ... I only found out last...”

“You fucking know we can’t have a kid right now.. we talked about this!! I’m barely home.. ... My career is at it’s peak...!” He shouted and i felt my insides shrivel up in despair and guilt. 

“I’m sorry... “ i said weakly, fighting the sting of tears. 

“i can’t believe this... How did this even happen? i thought you were on the pill... “ He said , his tone accusatory and I swallowed. I almost lied. 

“Last month... remember you were sick for a week... i missed a couple doses by mistake...” 

“Are you fucking kidding me? i... i can’t believe this.. you.. how could you be so fucking careless? how could you just... Don’t you know how important this is to me?!! i have a world tour in a month.. i won’t even be home ... how could you be so reckless?!” 

I stared at him and felt my throat clog up. 

“i’m sorry.” that was all i could say. 

“i need to get out of here...” He stormed out of the studio, leaving me stranded in the middle of the studio, hands shaking. 

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“it’s just for a while.” I said softly, trying to reassure my mother. i’d just called her and told her i’d be staying with her for a few months. 

“is this about Yoongi.. did he cheat on you?” My mother said angrily and i rolled my eyes. For some reason , she always assumed that yoongi would cheat on me.  Don’t trust the quiet ones,  she kept warning me. 

“no , mother. i just... thought i should get some of my painting clothes...i’ll get those and some of my baby toys and drive back the same day. ” i said cheerfully. 

i had a whole crate full of loose work clothes which would really come in handy through my pregnancy. 

Sighing, i moved to the closet and grabbed a few of my summer dresses. it would be warm in busan and my sister could use them . i tried not to think about my husband. it was exhausting. His words still stung and a part of me wondered if he would actually leave me over this. 

 of course not, don’t be stupid...you know him... he loves you...

“Well, you know you’re always welcome here. Just make sure you drive down here. “ She said softly. i hummed a bit before hanging up. 

i folded the last of the dresses and placed them in the suitcase when the door to the bedroom crashed open and I stared slack jawed as my husband skidded into the room, eyes wild and desperate. 

“Fuck.. baby... no..!” He growled, reaching out and grabbing the entirety of my clothes out of the suitcase and stuffing it back into the closet. 

“yoongi what are you-?”

“ You’re not leaving me!” he snarled turning around to glare at me and i recoiled. 

He hesitated, taking a deep breath as though to steady himself.

 “ i’m a fucking idiot, i know.. just.. fuck.. baby.. please don’t leave me...”

i blinked, frowning but he wasn’t done.

“i’m such an idiot,,..i was just.... I was so stupid.. of course you’re the most important thing baby.... i don’t care about the stupid tour... i just want you to be safe and happy and honestly... i just... i got so scared ... i thought ...you’d have a hard time without me around to help you and i really didn’t want you to have a difficult pregnancy because of my schedule and that was the only reason, i yelled at you and i’m so stupid... i shouldn’t have raised my voice like that... i just... I’ll apologize... don’t leave me sweetheart.. please don’t..” 

“i’m not leaving you. “ I said in confusion and he froze. 

“You’re not?” He said softly. 

i rolled my eyes. 

“No I’m not. “ i said gruffly, pushing him out of the way and opening the closet door again. yoongi had just crammed my clothes in and they were all crumpled now. 

“But.. You... You told Seokjin hyung to drive you to Busan....” He said softly. 

i smiled. 

“Ah... i just wanted to pick some clothes up. i’ll be getting ..uh.. bigger....” i smiled awkwardly and he relaxed a bit before smiling weakly. 

“fuck, i don’t deserve you. “ He whispered, coming close and hugging me very very carefully. 

i smiled and let myself bury my nose in the warmth of his chest, the scent of his skin and his cologne making everything better. 

“i love . i love you so much... i love both of you..i’ll work hard baby. i’ll take care of you and our baby too and i swear i’ll never yell at you again. .” He pressed shaking fingers to my stomach. 

 if i had a penny for everytime you make that promise,  i thought fondly. but it was okay. his temper was a part of him. His impulsive tongue was a part of him too. 

And i loved all of him. 

it isn’t love if you only love specific parts of a person, right? 

and when i’d stood in front of him and made my vows five years ago, with God as our witness, i’d promised to love yoongi in his entirety. His temper, his impulsiveness and his insecurities.

“And we love you, too. “ i kissed the tip of his nose. 

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“i fucking hate these bastards. just look at them, talking like they  always knew we would be successful and shit.. fuck them, they never invited us to a single bloody variety show when we tried so hard to promote.... the fuckers... and now they have the gall to say shit like, ‘ bangtan is famous for not appearing on variety shows, ‘ what the fuck.... they wanted us to sink and die ..... and now that we’re successful all of them want to act like they’re fucking bosom buddies with us or something... “ 

I smiled and wiggled out of his lap before grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.... yoongi frowned next to me... 

“why’d you turn it off... It’s my favorite variety show...!” He yelled and i rolled my eyes. 

“This is getting out of hand, Min Yoongi ssi...” i said sternly. “ Everytime something annoys you, you start swearing like a sailor and i refuse to let our son hear these obscene words.”

Yoongi flushed. 

“I’m sorry baby... it’s just that...”

“So hereafter, when you feel annoyed, why don’t you come to me...” i reached down, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, unbuttoning them quickly and pulling the zipper down . 

Yoongi blinked in surprise and then gave a me a slow smoldering smirk. 

“And... what will you do for me?” He reached out, lightly gripping my chin and slipping his thumb inside my mouth. 

i wrapped my tongue around the digit before licking it lightly. 

“i’ll distract you.” i said with a wink. 

“I’d like a clear explanation of that, my dear. “ He leaned forward as i slowly sank to my knees and i grinned when he spread his legs wide to accommodate my body in between his legs. 

“Oh, i’ll do one better. How about i give you a  demonstration?”  

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author’s note : it’s barely angst and barely smut but i liked writing it... hope you enjoyed it anon... 

Dear You,

I don’t know where to start, but I hope you know when our friendship fell apart. I know you may think I overshare my stories, and I seem narcissistic for it but if I remember correctly, I was never one to share about problems in highschool. If anything, no one knew me. Everyone saw me as the girl who never had problems. Never went through anything. Nobody knew whether or not I was going through a rough time. The first time all of you saw me cry was on that basketball night by the garden. I held all of my emotions and problems in, that I had to break that one night. I went through a lot, and nobody knew about it. I felt so alone, but I was so used to it that I never even bothered to tell anyone anything. That night, I felt vulnerable and I felt uneasy about whether or not I open up. None of you know why I really cried that night up until this day. I remember everyone telling me that I should start opening up, but now that I have opened up, it seems like I still can’t please anyone because it seems like I overshare. I have worked hard on finally letting everything out, only for you to see me as someone who is ‘self-centered’. I’m sorry if it felt that way to you, but when I open up, I open up. I was never one to open up to people individually. I’m not usually the type to open up to only one person through the socials. I always seem to struggle to open up in real life even - but somehow being in groups gives me the confidence to always open my mouth and say something. I know that I concerned a lot of you in highschool, just because I never opened up. And I wanted to change that. I changed myself so none of you would ever have to worry - that none of you would feel untrustworthy. I remember how betrayed Pauline was when she found out I was going through something. And in the years we have known each other, not once did I show her my vulnerability. It hit me when she called herself a useless friend - and that’s when I began to really consider opening up to everyone. I decided against my selfishness of keeping my secrets and problems all to my self. But this is where I was also wrong for trusting everyone.

Camille, I don’t know if you recall but I would like to really point out specifically where it all began. Where you had lost my trust, where you hurt me most, and where you really lost me. It was always me, you and Khweny. Maybe I was a little M.I.A because I still struggled to really trust and be around people so much, and because of the fact that both of you were already bestfriends - but we’ve always been together. Because of this, I thought I could trust DKC with all my heart. I opened up about my thoughts. 2016-2018 was probably one of my toughest years. I had thoughts I didn’t want to entertain no matter what - but they got stronger each time. I had to open up about it. I wrote a letter about it too. All of it was a mistake. I really thought I could trust you. This is the night I regret most. Not only did I lose you as a friend, but I lost my relationship with my family. I was already trying to build a better relationship with my family, but somehow, I still end up losing it. I never knew trusting you would really make an impact on my relationship with my family. I knew sooner or later I would have to face my reality and open up to my family, but instead I went to my friends thinking I needed to say it to you guys before my own family. I felt like it was a better option. It wasn’t. I had no idea the words that came out from mouth would soon come out from my Mom. I had no idea my secret was for everyone to share. I had no idea I would lose everything all because of a secret. It hurt being confronted by my Mom. It hurt to hear her say those words I feared most. I don’t think you even understood just how much it hurt to hear her say those words. What hurt most was you telling me it wasn’t a big deal. That you were concerned about me which was why you decided to tell your family. I trusted both you and Khweny to keep it a secret. I was wrong for trusting you. You had no right to tell anyone anything. I chose you and her to keep it quiet, but you chose to take advantage. You chose to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, like I shouldn’t over-react. Let me tell you this. My mom thinks she lacks as a mother because of that secret. I can no longer cry in front of my mom when there is a laptop near me - she will only think I’m writing letters again. She’s constantly paranoid, thinking that I may be thinking thoughts again. I can not express my feelings in front of her. It ruined the way she looked at me. It ruined the way I looked at myself. I always felt the guilt everytime I was around your family. In the back of my head, I’m always constantly thinking ‘they know’. In the back of my head I’m constantly thinking of how overdramatic I am for even having those thoughts. I felt disgusted with myself for the longest time. It affected my relationship with my family, and with you. I lost all of my trust. I used to talk so comfortably about my problems with you one on one - but since it happened, I think you can feel just how much I’ve distanced myself from opening up to you. It may not seem like a big deal to you then, but even now I still feel like it has done enough for me to really break.I lost my confidence. I lost the bond I once had with my family. There’s a barrier. It’s a lot harder for me to talk to them without feeling the guilt. It will always be in the back of my mind. I am constantly reminded that I can’t express my feelings in-front of my Mom anymore. I now have to lie and say that I’m crying over a Facebook video, or an anime - or Netflix. I can no longer say I’m not okay, because I know deep down, that if I say so, my Mom will think I’m trying to kill myself. I don’t know how to express my feelings at home anymore. It used to be the most comfortable and safe place to be when I’m down - now I can’t express in my own room. I have to let things in. I overshare now because I can’t share my saddest times at home. I overshare now because I’m constantly just trying to remind myself that I have to share something or else I’m too mysterious again. I overshare my stories without sharing what’s really going on to distract the fact that I really do have problems deep down - because I’m too afraid to show vulnerability. I overshare because it’s the only thing I can share anymore. I can only show the surface, but not what’s down under. I’m too afraid that if I share about what really goes on, it might break me. I won’t lie, it caused me trauma. I’ve always trusted the wrong people, and I never knew you would be one of them. It hurt to think that one of my bestfriends would become one, but I had to face the reality somehow.

Overtime I tried to trust you again, only to find out it has happened again. I found out through Gampi. I had no idea you were telling my life stories with him. I don’t recall sharing my life-stories with Gampi, but somehow he managed to confidently tell me everything one by one whilst Runa was genuinely confused. I don’t mean to make you feel bad, but that night - I genuinely saw the difference between my friendship with you, and my friendship with Khweny. It hurt to hear Gampi recall everything out perfectly in detail. I was lost and I was confused as to why my stories had to be shared with everyone. I never once told any of my previous lovers about your life explicitly. I would only just mention what is on the surface. Who your current lover was, and where you met. I never once told them about your personal problems with your lovers, nor did I mention anything to make your lovers look bad - nor did I talk about any of your deepest secrets or life stories. I ensured to only mention the good each and everyone of them had so they wouldn’t have to look at them any differently. Those negative problems are for you to share, not mine. I would never share anything that would change the way people look at a person. It turns out that you couldn’t do the same for me. That hurt me the most. I knew I couldn’t trust you again.

That is probably why you feel like I’m not trying to be there for you. I don’t reach out to you quite a lot, but if anything, I do reach out to others to ask if you were alright. You lost my trust, but you never lost my love for you. I still cared about you. I was overprotective behind your back, always trying to do work behind your back. I’ve always been overprotective, and I know that you know how I am when it comes to protecting people. I come off strong, and I come off as someone who is just trying to fight. But when have I ever been wrong about a person? I was often viewed as the bad guy, but who was really wrong about Claire, Zero, Sakuragi and the other people who ended up showing their true colours in the end? I try to do something before it hurts any of you. I’ve always wanted to be there for both you and Khweny, but could never bring myself to message you anymore. That rope you and I once had, broke. But that does not mean I no longer care about you, because I do - and even up until this day I would not want you to get hurt. I know you’re happy, and I know you want to trust this guy. But know that I was once in your position.

I don’t think you understand just how traumatising it was for me. Up until this day, I don’t know if Marce is really who he says he is. I will never know - but what I do know was that I fucked myself over someone who said they loved me but couldn’t sacrifice enough to keep me. I chose him over me. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know I was lowering my standards all for the sake of his so called love. I was asking for bare minimum and still got lied to in turn. It hurts to think that you’ve already been lied to by Gampi and Obet - and yet again, here you are putting yourseslf in the same situation you were in. You may not see the red flags, trust me, it doesn’t hit you until one actually shows up. I ignored signs, maybe because I was stubborn and blinded. Maybe because I loved him too much. I was lying to myself. I loved who he said he was. I’d be stupid to say I loved him, because honestly, I still don’t think he is who he says he is. I endured 8 more months with Marce despite the lies. I had seen signs at 7 months already, but I chose to ignore them. When the first red flag hits, you lose yourself. Slowly, you lose everything else too once other red flags start to appear. Trust me, it felt like shit. I felt worthless, but like I said, that didn’t matter to me because I loved him. I thought he loved me. But what I realise from the next guys who did love me, was that they have proven their love for me. They gave actions, not words. They may have made bad decisions in the end, but every single one of them proved their love for me. I realise now that Marce may not have actually loved me, but actually only loved the idea of me - the idea of having someone like me; someone who gave him enough attention, enough love to make him feel good, to satisfy what he lacked and never had from anyone else. I filled that void for him. I did the most only to lose myself in the process. It took me awhile to finally learn just how much I’m really worth. It took me awhile to really realise I was never in the wrong for the way I acted towards him when he started lying. A girl would never act up unless she was given a reason to. He gave me every reason to bring out the worst in me. Trust me when I say you do not want someone to bring out the worst in you - because after the breakup, you will blame yourself. You will question your worth - you will question whether or not someone else out there will love you again. But at the end of the day, there will always be someone who will try to love you. There will always be someone else. I was afraid that Marce was the only one who will love me. The only one who could give me the love I wanted - I was wrong. There were so many guys who did better. Love I deserved. They may have done me wrong, but boy did they love me the way Marce should’ve. I can’t invalidate Marce’s efforts, but I can invalidate his love for me. They were never real. He couldn’t keep me, and that was his choice. He knows it too - because if he didn’t, he would never have asked for forgiveness. He would never have come back to rekindle whatever friendship we had left. He knew he fucked up. He knew he could’ve done better, but he was too late. I hope you know that you should never have to beg someone for their love. As much as I hate to say this, I really can not trust Ethan. The things he says and the things he does to you only reminds me of how Marce was with me. I see myself in you. I experienced everything. I know you want to trust him, but please know that if he truly loved  you - his trauma or reasons should never hold him back, his love for you should always be the priority. His love for you should overshadow whatever fear he has. Proving you wrong may not be easy, but loving you should be. If he’s afraid to lose you, he will do whatever he can to keep you. I’ve only just learnt that now. I see what real love is like. I see how genuine Neil has been with me. I see how different his love is for me. I love myself more when I’m with him. You should love yourself more when you’re with Ethan, but I see that you struggle to do so too. I see that you are constantly fighting your demons when it comes to Ethan. I know you say he makes you happy, but that is just a temporary feeling. The pain that comes when you lose yourself over a man is a feeling that will be permanent. That’s why I have been too uneasy of love. I have lost trust in love. I still am hesitant when it comes to love - because the pain I felt will always be there. It will always haunt me. I do not want you to think I don’t want you to be happy, because I do. I believe you deserve that. I also believe that you deserve better. A man should never be contended with just phonecalls and texts. You already have distance keeping you apart, and the only way to get closer is to see each other through the camera. It’s where you can both see expressions - it’s where you both fall in love with each other more. It’s where you see the real them. It hurts to think that you allow his words to get to you. I know love is all about trust. Actions do speak louder than words. He’s the one courting you. He’s the one who wanted to be with you, he’s the one who initiated your relationship - he knows what he’s doing. If he wasn’t ready to be vulnerable and sacrifice what he has for his lover, what was the point in him looking for love if he was never going to do the most to keep them? He was looking for love, looking for an interest - which was why he came to you. He knew what he was getting into. He’s already twenty-five, he should know better what to sacrifice. He should know that love is all about sacrifice. You’re already sacrificing your trust and your friends for him, but what has he sacrificed to give you worth more than the trust and your friendship you have with us? He knows what you’re losing to keep him, but what is he losing to keep you? Look for yourself & I hope you will find the answers. Khweny and I will be fine. We have done what we could to keep you safe, to ensure you’re away from heartbreak - but what else can we do when you’re already set with what you want. We’re aware we can’t do much, and this is where we let you find answers for yourself. I hope you find it, and I hope it’s worth what you’re going through. I hope Khweny and I were wrong all along, and I wish you nothing but the best. Always remember to never settle for empty words and empty promises. Settle for what you deserve. Never beg for the love you deserve - it should be given to you without hesitation. I know you can achieve many things, so go do your best. Only you know what’s right for you. Take care.

A scorose thingy

Hey, I just wanted to write a little Scorose thing. Nothing special. I was just bored. A falling back in love maybe??? I don’t know. I don’t even know if I should keep writing this. This is what happens when Cara is angsty and bored. Loove yas!

She was so many rules. “Don’t eat with your mouth full,” or; “Don’t forget to make sure he wears socks, it’s not the middle of summer out there!”

Sometimes it was more serious things that only idiots would do like; “Don’t swear in front of him – he hangs on to everything you say,” or; “Don’t let him touch your wand when you’re not around!”

“I don’t let him do that because it remind me too much of you.”

Sometimes it was spark-like backfires like; “I don’t want him to end up like you.”

Rose was all logical thought processes and painful truths. Everything she said was for a reason. Everything she did had a good reason behind it. That’s why she left me that hot, summers day. She had thought about it, analysed it and to her, it was the most logical thing to do.

I had drunk myself stupid at James’ apartment, I don’t know how many nights I had cried myself to sleep in James’ sheets and soaked Al’s shoulder. I don’t know how many times I lost my wand in a drunk mess – somewhere on the streets of Muggle London that made my dad’s temple pulse and literal steam come out of his ears. He would yell at me; “Why so reckless, Scorpius!”

I would reply with something about the amount of money he had and what use was it if not used on cleaning up my depressive mess. He hated me. I think a lot of people did.

She would come over to James’ flat and everytime I heard the sharp snap of her apparating, I would assume she was back to come and apologise and she was here to tell me I wasn’t a disgusting ferret and she was going to forgive me for my fuck ups and she just wanted to be a family again. I almost leapt out of the couch everytime she showed. But she never did forgive me, and she didn’t want to be a family again and she was probably even more disgusted than ever because how could I be a father when I was neck-deep in so many bottles of booze and I smelled worse than an ash tray? Sometimes she did promise to come back, only to give me my wand that she confiscated because I could kill someone while under the influence.

At one point, I didn’t see our son for a week.

Our son, our light. He was the true Chosen One. Even Harry Potter himself said that how could one kid brighten so many lives? He was supposed to be the one who broke us  - tore the great Malfoy name and cursed the great Weasley one. But he didn’t. He was the intertwining of the two Great Families. They talk of the Sacred Twenty-Eight as if it were some myth, but our son was so real. So, so real.

They all say that if you have a kid so young, sixteen and in short, we were in love, you’ve signed yourself up for a life doomed. Dooms day. After all, how can kids have kids? You’re supposed to do more, see more, become more. But I can’t have become any more than I was as a sixteen year old Scorpius. I was invincible, indestructible, impenetrable; all because of a squashed up kid wrapped up in muslin. He was blue eyes and blonde hair. He was loud screams and soft touches. He was my everything. He is my everything. I think sometimes I breathe because he’s around and at points, I don’t think I would be breathing if he was not here. Paths seemed clearer and shit, I loved Rose more for it. I loved her so much, I would have taken every hex, every curse, every Unforgivable Curse for that girl with the wild hair and the wilder eyes. And that in itself was the start of the end.

My mum told me once that it was hard to love a Malfoy. My dad told me once it was like loving a brick, loving a Malfoy. We ran, we skipped it, we ran from the darkness that followed us but as much as we had ditched it, it’s true. There’s always a little dark in us. Sometimes I pray to Merlin that my son has just the right amount of Weasley in him to dispel any darkness from him. Maybe he’d grow up and be all sharp words and sarcastic remarks. Just like his mum.

One of Rose’s many rules is a universal one: Don’t lie.

My mind thought over the lies so much, I find some sort of sickening comfort within when I think that the reason why I lied to her in the first place was not to hurt her.

I know that it hurt her more when she found out that I thought that might have worked.

I’ve now had eight months of thinking over my lies.

I did have my own flat. I lived on top of the Leaky Cauldron. Rose came and inspected it once. She told me she’d kill me if our son set foot in there, but I liked it. It had a bed – sleep was one of my saving graces and it took me away from the realisation that I had fucked up, even if just for a few hours. Caelum wasn’t allowed there, it was just as well because I was kicked out after eight weeks. Kicked out and shoved to the comforting embrace of James.

James didn’t mind. He was away most of the time and when he was home, he had a drinking buddy. Not just your usual one, oh no, I was far too dramatic for that. It was all loud singing and falling asleep on the toilet type of drinking. A cry yourself to sleep on your best mate’s brother’s shoulder sort of affair.

I’ve been on James’ couch ever since.

Today was different. I could feel it was different. She called me first thing this morning and didn’t question where I was. She said I could have our son for the entire weekend without asking if I had proper linen or knew how to work James’ TV. She didn’t tell me that her dad was going to come and pick him up at eight AM on Sunday morning so I was robbed of a whole day with him; “bring him home when you’re ready,” was her exact words. And I snatched them up.

I cleaned James’ house, I got rid of the empty beer bottles and threw out the fish n chip wrappers.  I shaved, I wore deodorant. I smoked a pack of cigarettes.

It’s weird how you lose yourself a little when someone leaves. You don’t realise how much you relied on a single person until they tell you that they don’t want you anymore.

They don’t want you to do this to them anymore.

That is the curse of falling in love when you don’t even know what love is. I mean, I think I know. I think I knew. Because even when we were young I had that dull throbbing in my chest every time she walked in and every word she spoke just astounded me. Maybe it wasn’t love at all. Maybe it was an obsession. I admit, I lost myself a little when she left. I was cold and everything was pitch black but I remember, I would never forget. It was two o'clock on a Summer’s afternoon when she found it appropriate to not forgive me.

It wasn’t the Summer anymore. Today was cold, dark and bleak. Typical of Britain’s forecast. It was announced through Diagon Alley when I went to visit Fred that we were in for a weeks worth of rain. But today, I don’t feel it. I only feel that my son is coming to me for an entire weekend and I had things I needed to buy from WWW’s even though he gets a lot of it’s shit for free.

I had chucked a large sum of cash on the counter, Fred gathered me up the best of the best.

This weekend was going to be the best of the best even if I did follow Rose’s rules.

I’m pacing the lounge room of James’ flat. There are pictures everywhere. Even a picture of Rose, Caelum and I when he’s hours old, nothing but fresh faces and smiles are in this picture. We move, barely. He moves a lot. He was just born, he wanted to experience the world. The one his young parents gave him. Maybe it was true; maybe we’re just another statistic.

I hear a truck pull up into the drive way. It was so  Muggle of her but our son goes to a Muggle school. She wanted to fit in. She chucked the cash I had given her as a way to say sorry at the dealer and drove away in a Ford Escape. There was no escaping that it was paid with Malfoy money or that it was a huge statement on Rose’s behalf.

I hear doors slamming. Hurried scurries up the steps. “Come on, mum!” he shouts and I rush to the door, just as quickly as he does because I can’t help it.

I open the door and grin, my arms out, waiting for my son. “Cae!” I say, “Hey mate!” I scoop him up into my arms, bury my face in his hair, kiss him a thousand times all over his face which he hates and I absolutely, positively love.

He groans and makes a choking sound; “Don’t dad!” he whines, shaking his face free from me. “You’re so gross!”

Rose saunters over, hair flying behind her but she’s still wearing her medi-witch robes. Her wand stuck into the messy bun and she’s frowning. “There’s a case of Witches Flu going around,” she states.

“I know,” I mutter, putting my son down. “I work at the same place as you.”

She doesn’t like being told anything. Rose Weasley was a know it all but the worst part was she actually knew it all. Every thing.

We had smoothly transitioned into the new life. Rose insisted that we make this as seamless as possible. We have a six year old son who doesn’t take well to glitches in the system, we had to work hard to make things easy for him. She had a reason for everything, just like she had a reason for making me move out.

We were twenty three years old and so old. I had aged two decades easily in the last eight months. It made me feel sick, it made my voice hitch, it made my hands shake when I drop our son off to his ‘mum’s’ place. It shouldn’t be like that – the great divide.

Often when I would drop him back off to her she would be leaned over a piece of parchment and scratching with a quill. She would still had her medi-witch gear on but her hair was always loose and falling like it was now. I always knocked awkwardly on the door as if I shouldn’t be there but I shared that home with her for three years, in the corner of her own lounge room was still a photo of us, seventeen and glowing, son bouncing in our arms, fresh faced and young just like the one here. And scared. Shit scared.

We made so many mistakes in the short time span, it was a wonder we didn’t combust earlier, a disaster of sparks and stars. We had our son when every odd was against us, our families were against us, shit, even we were against ourselves.

“So, how are you?,” I mutter to her, seeing our son sprawled out on the couch with his blonde hair everywhere and wearing a fake Harry Potter scar on his head. “Uh, did you buy that tattoo for him?”

Rose looks up briefly at me, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose but she slides them up and sniggers when she looks over at our son. “No, that would be your best friend, Albus.”

She walks in and dumps her hand bag on the floor before taking a seat at James’ table which is only there to make this place feel somewhat like a home.

“Your cousin,” I mumble but I take the seat across from her. “How was your day?” I ask.

“We work at the same place.”

“I wasn’t there today,” I reply.

“Hmmm,” she says.

She looks down and starts reading a copy of Witch Weekly that has James’ face plastered to the front, not meeting my eyes. I want to yell, scream at her, I want to pull the magazine out from under her hands, screw it up, chuck it in the fire. I want her to look at me because she never looks at me anymore. I need her to see me, see I’m bleeding from the inside because the light has gone out and she just doesn’t notice me anymore. “So we just don’t talk anymore?” I ask her.

“Hmmm,” she said quietly. “We need to organise which weekend is yours and which is mine,” she states matter-of-factly.

I didn’t want to discuss things like whose weekend is whose. I didn’t need it solidified that we didn’t make it and we needed to organise such things that tore our son and made him into another statistic. “Does it need organising? Can it wait?”

“Do you want a cuppa?” she asks, getting up quickly and putting the quill behind her ear. She flicks her wand in the direction of the cup cupboard and two cups come flying out. “I think I do.”

She drunk tea when she was happy. She drunk a hell of a lot when she was stressed. Her choice of pot was huge, a gift from Luna Lovegood to James for his housewarming, apparently. “Sure, if it will make you ease up…”

She hated that. I was wondering if I would see sparks flying at my head. “I’m over fighting.”

“Do you think I enjoy it?” I ask her. “Because I don’t. I’m sick of this, the tension we used to always -” I’m cut off.

“We used to always talk? Yeah, I know, Scorpius,” she says exhaling loudly. “We used to stay up all night and talk about everything.”

“Then why can’t we?” I hiss but she shushes me, eyes flicking around.

“I don’t want to fight with Cae around,” she says through her teeth.

I look back into the lounge room but it looks like our son has figured out the TV which is just as well, because I didn’t want to lie to Rose again and tell her I knew how to work it. “He’s occupied,” I tell her. “And we’re not fighting.”

She rolls her eyes as she flicks her wand at the kettle on the stove. “Yeah, sure,” she says.

“You know, for a person who states she doesn’t want to fight anymore, you keep going on…”

She laughs a little before shoving my shoulder as I lean against the bench. It had been five months since she’s actually touched me. I wonder if it’s stupid to think that maybe she’s burnt through my shirt and straight onto my skin but I shouldn’t think about those things. How her hands feel on me. “I’m sorry -” this time I cut her off.

“Call Rita Skeeter, Rose Weasley is sorry!” I say, grinning at her.

She smiles weakly back. “Stop smiling at me,” she mumbles. “We have no reason to smile.”

“I do,” I tell her honestly. “Because you’re talking to me and that’s always something to smile about.”

“Stop it with your words, Scorp, we need to be serious,” she says, meeting my eyes. I can see they’re still deep blue and worrying. Her eyebrows are knitting together, she was definitely worrying.

“I cleaned up,” I tell her, moving my arms through the kitchen. “Can you tell?”

“Well done,” she says in the same voice that she uses when Caelum brushes his teeth.

“Thank you,” I say anyways.

She sighs and starts searching the cupboards for the tea leaves that James doesn’t own. “You busy tomorrow?” she asks me.

She turns to look at me and now I’m confused. “You’re not going to take him tomorrow, are you? I thought you said I could have him until Sunday…”

She shakes her head and her eyes widen. “Shit. No. I just meant, if you guys were going to do something, then maybe I’d tag along…”

I raise an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, I try not to smirk, it will just piss her off more. “We could do something if you wanted to?” I challenge.

She inhales deeply and nods. “Yeah, that would be good.”

“Why the change in attitude?” I ask her. I didn’t get where this was going or why it was even going at all but I didn’t want to lose this – the moving forward.

“If this is how our life is going to be, then I want to move on, for the sake of our son.”

I sigh and nod. Accepting this. “Ok, let’s move forward.”

“Or maybe,” she says, looking down at the floor. “We should just start all over again.”

I don’t say anything, I just smile to myself. Maybe I had a shot at things, maybe. Maybe I just need to stop taking my chances and see where this was going to take us.

SHE'S NO YOU - Ch.10

A/N: sorry I’ve been off for a couple of days! My boyfriends birthday was yesterday and I spent it with him and our little girl, plus he got very drunk and it was like having two kids! I don’t particularly like this chapter. I came back to it and was like ‘ey I’m too exhausted to change anything’. So here you go! :)

Unedited!

– CHAPTER TEN: DANCE WITH THE DEVIL –

FINN POV:

I still hadn’t been home, nor to work in 5 days. Olivia had been calling me non stop but I didn’t want to deal with that lying whore at the moment. My phone was automatically deleting her messages by now, and diverting her calls straight to voice mail.

The night spent with Rae was something I hadn’t stopped thinking about. We had laughed, cried and ate til our bellies were full. Our conversation was minimal, and I was glad. Talking made things complicated, plus everytime she parted her lips to speak a rush of adrenalin would pulse through me, my eyes would immediately fall to her plump lips in a lust filled gaze. Lips that I had only just been kissing.

Now I didn’t even know if I would get to kiss her again. She still felt a tremendous amount of guilt, it showed in her eyes everytime I looked at her. From what I have heard from our children, Gregory was a very kind man that treated Rae with the upmost respect. I couldn’t fault him for that, but what he didn’t realise was from the moment I saw Rae at that frat party, she was mine. I had let her go once, and I was never making that mistake again.

I will make her realise that she could never love Gregory the way she loves me- I know she still does. It was impossible to try and mask it, her smile told a thousand words. Our love was just too strong.

“Son?” I looked up into the eyes of my loving mother. Though, not my mother by birth, she had raised me from infancy and loved me just as the same as her own.

I had been staying at my parents house on the other side of the city. Ruby and Joshua had been doing there visits here instead of going to my pent house. They had loved spending more time with their Nana and Pa, and chose to spread there time evenly between the two. Forget about their poor, old father.

Rae and I had talked during change over, for the first time in years harmony was between us. Our conversation had been short but delightful, I was waiting patiently for her to figure out who she wanted to be with. I needed to prove to her I was the same man she fell in loved with. But I was preparing myself for defeat as well, the possibility of her choosing Greg was a bigger percentage then I would like to think about. Maybe all this chaos with me was just too much to handle?

“Yeah Mama?” I smiled kindly at the aging woman. The only telltale signs of her real age were the slight wrinkles that sat around her eyes. My father had done well finding this woman for us.

“Why does my boy look so sad?” Her thick Italian accent soothed me. She reached out to me and laid a delicate hand on my shoulder. 

“I fucked up Ma” her eyes grew wide with worry. My mother had a way of over reacting, right now she was probably thinking I had just murdered someone.

“What happened?” She sat on the arm of my chair pulling my head towards her. My face was pressed her stomach, whilst her fingers ran through my messy hair.

“I found out why Rae left me”

“What do you mean you just found out. How did you not know before?”

I could see why she wondering what was going on, she always presumed I knew but didn’t want to share why. But really I had no fucking clue, and I didn’t want to talk about it just so i didnt humiliate myself.

“She thought I cheated on her”

I went on to tell Ma the rest of the story. From the photos, to the forced kiss she shared with John, to the reason why she never told me. My mother was shocked at the words that were tumbling out of my mouth. She blinked and nodded, not even mumbling a word even though you could see she wanted too. 

“I don’t know what to! I don’t want to loose her again…”

“Finn, your not going to loose her. You will always have that connection through your children. She will always be in your life no matter what. But you have to realise that there is still so much water under the bridge, and time hasn’t been pretty to your relationship. She moved on, and at one stage you did too”.

“You know, usually I always know what to do, what to say, how to act… But here I am hiding at my parents house like a 5 year old. I don’t know how to face Olivia without killing her. She took everything away from me, for what?”

She smiled slightly. It was very rare for my mother to dislike someone, but when it came to my selfish girlfriend I could see the loathing behind her kind smile. Olivia was rude, and picky when it came to her meals. My mother being Italian, you could imagine the disdain on her face when her cooking was being sneered at. She was a proud women. That was the only time I had taken her to my parents house. My father kindly reminded me she no longer welcome, and I couldn’t help but agree.

“You won’t kill her darling. Your not capable of that. It will be alright. But you do need to face her sooner or later according to your father she hasn’t been to work either, so no doubt she’s at the pent house”

“That woman is a bitch-”

“Finn!”

“Sorry Ma. It’s just that I didn’t think she would ditch work as well…”

“Go home. Get cleaned up and head to work tomorrow. I love you, but you have left a patch on my couch from you not moving. It’s so unattractive when I have guests around”.

I smiled at my mother’s sense of humour. She always knew what to say to give me that extra push.

“Ohkay, Ohkay I’m going home!”

I kissed my mother’s cheek and headed straight out the door. 'Now or never’ I reminded myself.

-

'Well Maria hasn’t been around lately’ was the first thing I thought as soon as I stepped into my apartment. My housemaid had always been a perfectionist, I would possibly be paying her medical bills because of the heart attack she would suffer if she ever saw this.

Dishes were stacked in the sink, clothes thrown all over the place. My home looked like a tornado had hit it and left no survivors.

I could hear the sound of Olivia yelling at someone in the bedroom, it seemed to be a one sided conversation, so I assumed that she was on the phone.

She hadn’t heard me enter the bedroom behind her, she was too busy talking to her latest victim.

“I WOULDN’T OF WASTED MY TIME CALLING YOU IF I KNEW WHERE HE WAS YOU IDIOT!” She screeched.  Her voice alone got my heart rate sky rocketing, and not in a good way.

“Just tell me where he is Chop! Your his best friend, I know you know!- NO!… Just tell me for Christ sake! I swear if Rae has anything to do with this-”

The sound of Rae’s name on her lips curdled my blood. She spoke with so much acid, I had never seen this side of her before. She had me fooled.

“ENOUGH!!” I bellowed.

Olivia turned to face me, letting her mobile slip from her nibble fingers. It smashed on my hard wood floors, but she didn’t care her only concern was to wrap her twig-like arms around me.

“Oh my God Finn! Where have you been?” She spoke into my shirt. My hands fisted her shirt, but instead of pulling her forward I pushed her back. I didn’t want this woman touching me.

“Finn?” Her questioning gaze lingered. I would of felt guilty if I didn’t know what kind of person she really was.

“Don’t touch me” was all I said before walking towards the walk-in closest. I pulled out her suitcases and starting throwing her clothes in, not even bothering to look back.

“Finn! What are you doing… Finn! Stop” she tried gabbing my arm and pulling me back towards her. I shrugged her off and continued to throw her dresses in the suitcase.

“This is all your fault!”

“What are you talking about Finn? Just stop!”

I turned to face her, she had tears in her eyes but that didn’t make my anger fade.

“YOU! YOUR THE REASON I LOST MY FUCKING FAMILY!” I yelled moving closer to her.

“You vindictive, lying bitch! You sent photos to Rae… Photos of you and some other fucking man claiming it was me. Plus climbing into bed with me whilst I was asleep! Are you sick!”

“Finn-”

“Don’t! Your the reason I lost everything i ever care about… For what Olivia?”

“I loved you- I love you!”

I shook my head, disappointed. I didn’t love her, I could never love someone so evil. I made the mistake of letting her into my life just like she wanted, she fed on my insecurities just so she could have me.

“No you don’t Olivia, because if you did you would of left me alone, my happiness should of made you happy.”

“Just let me explain, please!” She stressed, stopping me from going back into the closest. She was desperate. All I wanted to know was why, then she could leave.

Olivia sighed when I turned to her. I could see she was nervous, not only by her facial expression but by the way she constantly had to fidget with her blazer.

Walking over to her handbag which was placed on the bed, she pulled out two photographs and briefly looked at them before handing them over to me. They were the photos Rae had told me about, the ones that proved John did in fact sexually assaulted my wife.

“These arrived at the office in a blank envelope..” she lied. She didn’t know I already knew the truth. “.. I opened it of course thinking nothing of it, but when I found these photos I didn’t know what to do. I uh-I panicked, I knew you would be heartbroken. So I kept them from you. I thought it would hurt less you not knowing what that bitch did to you! I didn’t show you because I loved you! I sent those photos to Rae to show her how much I loved you! Don’t you see Finn, I did it for you…” she cried, fake tears. She kept peeking at me to gage my reaction. One, that I knew she wasn’t expecting.

“How stupid do you think I am Olivia?” I asked simply, my voice passive. How she thought I would beleive that lie was beyond me.

“What?”

“You don’t think I know the truth” I hissed right in her face. “And just looking at these photos confirm it”.

I took one last look at the two photos in my hand. At first glance all I saw was just Rae kissing John, the slimey bastard. If I had of seen these photos 2 years ago, Rae was right I wouldn’t of believed her. My anger would of overpowered my judgement, I wouldn’t of looked at the details and noticed how ridged Rae’s body with her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t enjoy what she was doing, and I felt sick. I still couldn’t deal with the fact Rae had been put through this, all because of me.

I tore the photos up, letting them fall around me. I hoped that these were the only copies, I never wanted Rae to have to see these, or anyone else for that matter.

“Get your shit and get out of my house! Don’t even think about coming here again, or to my workplace. Your services are no longer needed”

I didn’t even pay mind to the sobbing mess I left behind in my bedroom. Walking into the kitchen, I pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. It seemed like a perfect time to become an alcoholic.

Olivia ran out into the kitchen looking like Kim Kardashian after a sobbing fit. It wasn’t a pretty sight to see, and I felt no guilt when I started to laugh. My life was a mess, all because of this woman. I couldn’t care less if I never saw her again.

“Wait Finn, please…” she tried to grab my arm but I moved away from her.

“Please don’t leave me. You cant-”

“I can and I will. Stop embarrassing yourself before I throw you out without any of your shit” I sneared finishing my beer off and grabbing another.

“Finn, please Im-”

“Fuck off”

“No Finn listen. Im-”

“No!”

“FINN I’M PREGNANT!!!!”

A new revelation came to light. At first I didn’t know how to feel, because we used protection everytime. I ALWAYS used protection. I never had sex with her, without a condom and I knew she was on the pill. She couldn’t be serious if she thought I would believe her. How naive did she think I was?

“Who else have you been fucking?”

I was shocked to hear the voice of my best friend. Turning, I came to find not only my parents and Archie standing in the foyer, but also Chop. I smiled at my friend and family, then turned back around to Olivia who looked like she had been slapped in the face.

“If you actually are pregnant I’ll be happy to take a paternity test. I know for a fact it couldn’t be mine.”

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Hope you liked that. I didn’t particularly like my writing, found it to be a bit plain. But I’ve been busy haha

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