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lost-stars-among-dust · 2 years

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i hope ur eating, more than just coffee

i hope ur sleeping ok, thats y i left u cerby

i hope ur going to sleep before 3am and not waking up too early i know how u r

i hope ur no longer crying, ur eyeballs cant take it

i hope ur going on drives to make urself feel better

i hope ur watching all the sad movies u want to feel better

i hope ur keeping urself distracted

i hope ur processing everything

i hope ur honest to me when i ask

i hope ur gonna talk to me still

i hope ur gonna hurt me more

i hope ur gonna stay in my life

i hope ur doing ok

i hope ur not just fine

i hope ur ready for what this means (cause im not)

i hope ur gonna text me back

i hope ur gonna be mine again one day stupidly (or maybe not)

i hope ur gonna be able to come up here one day

i hope ur gonna let me come over there one day

i hope ur going to find happiness

i hope ur not going to forget about me

i hope ur gonna like ur christmas gift, i saw one that i think is more u

i hope everything is going to be ok

i hope i can be just friends with u (maybe even best friends) i know ur mine here

i hope no one ever hurts u like this again

i hope i dont hurt u like this again

i hope u say yes in a month

i hope it doesnt hurt

i hope ur not just staying in pjs

i hope ur going out

i hope u get some use out of those dresses u brought

i hope ill always have a special place in ur heart

i hope u find someone else

i hope that i will be able to say that one day without feeling heartbroken

dont be scared of love u deserve so much, i know its a scary word for u, but its worth it isnt it and now im crying

i hope u still love me like how u used to

i hope ull always love me

i hope everything will be ok

i hope we will have a new normal

i hope i run into u some day in the far future

and maybe we’ll both be single

maybe there will be another chance then

thanks for being the best thing i had here for 10 months

those were the best 10 months of my life

i never felt happy like that before, even when we got into tiffs

u made me so happy

u made a world of grays come into color weirdly considering u dont wear color

i hope this gets easier

i hope i dont cry anymore

i hope u dont cry anymore

im happy i finally witnessed u flipping out of a hammock

im sad we r here now tho

its hurts

everything hurts

what was that u told me a long time ago, i like to hurt and be sad cause its an emotion i know

or maybe something like that

so i hope it continues to hurt cause that i understand

i wish i was able to communicate more

i wish i wasnt scared

i want to know how long this has been building up

i want to walk to ur place

but thats definitely not a good idea

i want u to keep cerby

so if i stop talking to u one day ill still have an excuse too

i hope u do good in NYU

i hope u play the most amazing veronica

i hope one day ill hear u sing again

cause that that never fails to make me smile and my soul feel at peace

but i think right now it might make me cry

the first thing i fell for was ur voice

im gonna miss u playing with my ears

im gonna miss u kissing me all over

im gonna miss u tickling me

im gonna miss u holding me

im gonna miss holding u

im gonna miss ur hugs

im gonna miss how u smell (strangely)

im gonna miss watching movies snuggled up together

im gonna miss ur couch

im gonna miss watching u attempt to cook

im gonna miss feeding u

im gonna miss ur smile

im gonna miss ur laugh

im gonna miss how soft u feel underneath my hands

im gonna miss how u sound

im gonna miss how u say my name

im gonna miss all the jokes we say

im gonna miss u and what we had

i hate all the past tense

reading ur message yesterday i read had and broke down into tears multiple times

im gonna miss golden retrieving you

im gonna miss u playing with ur hair

i miss u brushing my hair

i wonder what could have been

u know i had a plan

i wanted to start something new this yr to celebrate all the roles u get

i was gonna get a single rose each time after the final performance to give to u

so then u would have a separate vase of dried roses that represent all the shows ur doing here

even if ur not proud of them

im proud of u

for all the effort u put in

even tho u complain about it a lot in the end

im gonna miss holding ur hand

im gonna miss biting u randomly

im gonna miss kissing u

im gonna miss kissing the top of ur head

im gonna miss ur egg head

im gonna miss how u pout

i hope that u will be as comfortable with me now as u were then

im sorry if i close up

it hurts that u tore down my walls and then proceeded to leave

i have to rebuild them

slow process, its one brick at a time process

is it wrong that i hope one day we will be together again

and i know it wont be the same

but u still feel so right to me

maybe its because everything is so fresh

but at some point, i didnt realize, u made up most of my world

and now its like a map that doesnt lead anywhere

i would rly like my phone back

but shes sleeping and im not that rude

but i am tempted to play music on spotify via my phone to scare her

i hope u never stop shining

i hope one day ur on that big stage

and the rest of the world can be amazed by the person u r

dont be sad pls

ill be sad enough for the both of us

i remember when u used to enjoy me drunk txting u

now i dont think so

ur hurting too im sure

can we hurt together

i dont know if thatll make it easier

but i think for me it will

u were, are, my comfort place

i have never gotten that close to a person in my life

before u

i think it hurts so much because how large of a spot u take up in my heart

heart is on the ground still btw

i hope u learn how to cook

im sorry i wasnt supportive

im sorry i made u feel like shit sometimes

u dont deserve that

u deserve someone so much better

i hope u find someone who can love u better than me

but a tiny (large) part of me hopes that ill be the most prominent one, that one u cant forget, i hope i left a big impact

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wildcherryfunk · 2 years

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arrives doing a narsty little darnce on the dash like so. greetings, loved ones. i’m nai (25) n i luv stained glass windows, cackling like a witch n staring into alex wolff’s mole like i’m a fortune teller n it’s my mystical little crystal ball. i go by she/her pn’s n i’m of the “OI, mistah, u me dad?!” british variety (said grimly pulling a face like it’s a slur). u can find out more abt lana below but if u would rather be nourished on vibes alone u can browse her pinterest here or listen to her pl here ⚡🎸🧚‍♀️

◜ * : kristine froseth . cis woman & she / her . tears in the club by fka twigs & the weeknd . ━━ the legend surrounding london’s l’academiae furorum would not be complete without LANA JAMESON . the academy's TWENTY FOUR year old SECOND SOLOIST has been with furore for TWO YEARS , oft described as VIVACIOUS , IMPETUOUS , CHILDISH & FORGIVING & has proved utterly indispensable to the company . in passing , they’ve come to be associated with A CHERRY SCENTED CANDLE SCULPTED LIKE A HUMAN HEART , VALVES AND ALL , WITH EVERY STICKY ARTERY MELTING CAVITY - SWEET WAX & flirting with a strawberry red scald under boiling shower water , doodling wonky cocks in condensation , fantasising elaborately sordid affairs for aquarium seahorses , absentmindedly playing a drum solo on your own ass in the queue for the morning after pill & chasing last rays of sunlight like a cat with a laser pointer . whether this will be their final curtain call is anyone's guess & the company’s worst nightmare .

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. a house as big as the love it was missing.

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his wealthy best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a psychedelic rock band w an electric stage presence, n vic ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive n honestly it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him.

(DRUGS TW) anyway so jameson records repped a few rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. real characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in. more zoo than home. more shaken snow globe than resting place. (END OF TW)

(ABORTION REFERENCE) her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana ws a kid n she asked her why she never played w her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door (END OF REFERENCE)

(DISSOCIATION TW) bc of the intensity of her parents ignoring her growing up lana adopted this sense of like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost bc she gt this strange outside feeling. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w no-one acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family. (END OF TW) her imagination festered an explanation out of smthn she didn’t understand essentially. lana used her imagination to do this a lot growing up. it ws kind of like the band aid she slapped over everything. after all she wasn’t alone if she was sword fighting imaginary pirates dwn the hallway with a poker from the fireplace.

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. he’s the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door bt was always over bc he had very strict parents tht he found suffocating)

(ARMY MENTION) SO when tommy announced tht he’d signed up to the army (bc of pressures from tommy’s military dad to fulfil some kind of stupid “legacy” tommy didn’t even care abt) n caleb said he was going with him lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving n was kind of like “wtf why are u doing this like what do u even think this is gna solve” etc n begged caleb not to leave her there on her own n jst to not sign up in general bc tommy had to bt he didn’t listen

ERM i won’t go into it but it didn’t turn out well as u can probably imagine bc the army is a terrible industry n caleb had to return home without tommy. he wasn’t the same after that. (END OF MENTION)

what’d been a rly close relationship before where he ws basically like a surrogate father figure to lana was Not there any more. he ws rly withdrawn n always pushing her away n snapping at her for the sake of getting her to leave him alone. on top of this lana had a lot of shit go down while he was away n rly just shouldn’t have been a kid alone in tht house. regardless lana thought if she kept grinning as wide as she cld she’d convince caleb to join in too. maybe if she seemed fine n happy he’d take the lead. maybe she’d believe it too n start to feel it n everything could go bk to how it was before her world became so different. lana liked the way the sky flipped when she tipped her head back on the swings bt this was different. everything was upside down bt this didn’t make her belly feel like she’d swallowed a butterfly and it wasn’t funny bt still, she kept laughing. always desperate to find something to laugh at n if she couldn’t find it she invented it. as long as ur laughing the world can’t b that bad.

she ws always well liked in school bc she jst tended to treat everyone like they were bffs no matter who like u cld have literally bumped shoulders w her once in the corridor n she’d be like OMG HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII let’s kiss<3 n like she ws a huge notorious flirt w any n all as well as incredibly impulsive n jst. wild honestly to put it simply too bt things like. changed a bit frm 16 onwards. (HYPERSEXUALITY & IMPLIED TRAUMA TW) she jst became far more reckless honestly n like……. jst didn’t rly seem to care after a certain point abt herself too much…. got herself in a bunch of bad situations………. kind of jst flung herself to the wolves numerous times without any caution abt the way they’d bite. formed a lot of self destructive habits one of which ws cruising craigslist personals fr random hook-ups n like. she literally cld have wound up in a ditch somewhere honestly it’s a shock she hasn’t. despite various dips n inclines in her journey navigating this side of her it’s very much still present in her life to this day n she struggles to kno hw to control herself at points. sometimes she’s only sure she’s real when she’s being touched. (END OF TW)

ANYWAY. went to college to study dance bc she’s done it since being a bebe (ballet specifically bt likes all forms rly) n had a TIME there. jst a whole string of catastrophic romantic entanglements etc................. lana cld literally find something endearing abt the glint of a wolf’s teeth as it extended it’s jaw to swallow her whole like she jst. sees good in everyone even when it isn’t there n it gets her in a whole bunch fo situations. on the opposite side of that sometimes she doesn’t see any good at all bt it doesn’t feel like good’s for her anyway. truly a rollercoaster n she ended up dropping out before finishing her degree bc a lot of a shitty ex’s friends were still at the same school n it was Too Much

her brother had been doing a little better coping w things bt even so she was scared to accept the place at l’academiae furorum bt when he found out he told her to go n that he’d be fine to look after himself n that she deserved it so. ✈️ haaaaaiiiiii landan

(IMPLIED ALCOHOLISM TW) i won’t lie to u lana hs always partied way too hard bt then partying way too hard turned into slurping merlot thru a crazy straw shaped like a flamingo at 4 in the afternoon wearing penis novelty sunglasses n it wasn’t quite so much of a party when u were doing it on ur own. this rly snowballed into place in college n is an ongoing rollercoaster. she jst..... never wants the party to end. always the last one there. it ebbs n flows tho bt definitely is something that’ll be her unravelling if she isn’t careful abt it. has a very addictive personality. slowly it’s starting to bleed into her dancing n i feel like the other dancers r surely starting to notice a few of her threads begin to fray whether that’s thru faint remnants of last night’s red lipstick or flecks of glitter frm the club still glinting on her collar bones or the sticky sweet scent of 2pm laughter that u can almost swear smells like wine (END OF TW)

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed a bit of an instagram following #nepotism bt also fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects. lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, bright red cowboy boots, lace dresses w nips peeking, holographic stickers of planets on her cheek n glitter used like highlight, 90% of the time a red lip) n bc she’s not gna make ur eyes bleed to look at or anything let’s b real

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. hates being sad n always wnts to be happy / making ppl happy. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out. sometimes gets glimpses n feels the urge to close her eyes.

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories. she’s like oh ya this one time this guy made me ride him with a daddy saddle like i was woody and he was bullseye. he literally made me call him bullseye. or she’s like. oh ya once i had to run barefoot thru a cabbage patch bc this one farmer wanted to have a threeway w me n my friend tht we met off craigslist n every framed photo in his house was a pig dressed up in cosplay bt honestly they were kind of cute n he was sexy aside frm the murderous vibes n the fact he kept calling me babe which i’m pretty sure means he wanted to dress me up next bt like whatever honestly…. she tells jst the most batshit stuff n the person she’s telling it to is left blinking like. wtf.

uncontrollably flirty. insanely confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n will try. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n LOVES to grin over literally ANYTHING it’s wild like what’s even so funny? idk bt she’s having a blast

likes to roller skate n hs a red pair she’ll glide around in at night lit up by amber street lamps breath sticky w the taste of wine n lollipops probably heading to a random hookups. who needs ubers?

#furore.intro #drugs tw #dissociation tw #hypersexuality tw #implied trauma tw #alcoholism tw #army mention tw #abortion mention tw #won't lie to u this is kind of a shambles bc i was too lazy to do anything bt fetch n slightly alter an old intro bt. we cope.#abandoned. the idea of writing up wcs might start a sexy little tag fr them perhaps.... winks at everyone fr inspiring me

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jikookuntold · 3 years

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Which year do you think jikook gotten together.

Im not considering 2015 coz it was a heavy crushing tym and I don't think they were mature enough to take this big decision. Jk was barely adult. I think they both knew they liked each other and that was it. And by end of 2015 jk was craving for jm which go throughout orange min era.

In 2016 also I'm not getting a committed relationship vibe. For me it was the year they were experimenting things. Trying to get to know

Each other physically or mentally. Things were getting hot in mid 2016 But clearly there was a push n pull in power dynamics especially towards end of 2016. And I don't think they still were not the partner the other person wanted. They were still growing and exploring. JM getting new friends outside bts n all.

I think until mid 2017 they were still in this stage of push and pull trying to get the proper balance.

But then things started to get a little smoother and then Tokyo trip happend which brought them even closer physically and emotionally, thus gcft happened.

So i think they gotten into a committed relationship phase in end of 2017 or 2018.

Then 2018-19 were free jikook fests basically not able to keep hands off each other, they were literally glued.

In 2020 pandemic happend and they were in home and it showed us more domestic jikook. Still glued but there's much more maturity in relationship since 2020 , in 2021 it continues (though we are getting less behind scenes this yr)

It feels good to see 2 boys growing together as friends , crush , getting together, boyfriends and finally in a committed relationship. Now they look like couple of 10 yrs with 2 pets lmao.

Hi Anon. I partly agree with you. I think their relationship grew slowly, and gradually turned into something more than friendship, and maybe they didn’t even recognize it themselves that how and when this happened. Therefore I can't give a certain answer to your question because we can't say for sure when they saw themselves as a couple, but there are many theories about this subject.

These theories tell us about the turning points in their relationship These turning points happened in most of the eras and they start way before 2015, and obviously, it wasn’t romantic until a certain point. First, in Skool Luv Affair era (early 2014), they became closer as friends. Not that they weren’t close before, but they started to spend more time together and do stuff together like making a birthday video for Hobi or writing their Festa profiles.

Then in the summer of 2014, after AHL and Danger era, they had another turning point. I don't know how to explain it, but I feel like they both became more self-aware. Also, K-Jikookers have theories about them spending 2014 Chuseok together and watching Begin Again movie which kinda makes sense, but still theories.

And then we have INU era when most of us agree that the major turning point happened at this time, and they started to realize their feelings, I have a full analysis about this era, you can read here. Then comes Run era when JK comes of age became bolder as an adult. In Fire era things between them fired up! Jk said he wants to be his boyfriend, and they had some cute and hot live moments (cough, Osaka, cough). I believe, at this era they could feel the love, but nothing was certain, and they were not old or secure enough to acknowledge their feelings.

Also, their career was starting to blow at this era, and I think this had a double effect on them. On one hand, they were feeling more powerful, and on the other hand, they were worried about the unknown future. And then in BS&T era the push and pull dynamic was sensible between them which led to end their worries and insecurity for good, at least between the two of them. Before going to the next era I have to admit 2016 Jikook is so chaotic and strange and the moments of that year always amaze me that sometimes I don't know how should I interpret them.

The next big turning point happened at Not Today era when JK graduated from high school, and he officially became an adult (as he said himself) I think it was the time they started to acknowledge each other as partners and became official, and even throw some hints like the ring in that vlive which surprised Hobi or the matching jacket tweet on Valentine’s day. There are rumors about them spending their summer time days off together that year, and Serendipity was released at that time which I believe it got a big inspiration from Jikook’s relationship. Then JK made the next big step and planned a trip alone with Jimin and made the GCF masterpiece. All these, show that they were in an established relationship in this era.

In Tear and Idol era they became louder than bombs. They were spending every minute together and using every opportunity to flirt in public and post on social media. We had the GCF in Saipan that summer which is one of the loudest statements made by JK, and also other loud moments like MMA2018 happened that year. I believe in this era they started to live together, and it was kinda their honeymoon phase which continued in 2019. In 2019 They had so many loud moments that if I name just 10% of them, this post will become so long, and it’s already long enough.

In 2020 and 2021 Jikook became more mature and they act like a couple who are married for years and they have more behind the scene moments than the scene itself. You said it so well anon, it feels so good to see how they glow up and how their relationship blossoms through time. It’s good to be a Jikooker.

#jikook

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the-shield-of-infinity-writing · 4 years

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In her eyes he is Magic (Request)

Note: Pure fluff :D

Words: 1900

Prompts: Hi! Sorry to bother, but if ur still taking requests: can I get a loki x reader fic where the reader is babysitting a friends 3 yr old who absolutely loved loki right off the bat. If ur not taking requests, then I just hope you have a lovely day!--alpharra

Requested by: @alpharra

“Her name is Alisha, she’s three. I babysit her for my friend who doesn’t like daycares.” (Y/N) explained to Loki. He nods as they walk up towards the home.

“Do you think it’s safe for her to be around me?” Loki questioned softly to (Y/N). She grins and waves her hand.

“She’ll love you. Besides, I’ve talked to her about you. She’s excited to meet my mysterious boyfriend.” She chuckles, making Loki’s face flush slightly. “Trust me, it’ll be okay.” She assured before opening the door.

“Alright, but if she starts crying, I’m going home.” He comments with a grim expression.

“Hey!” She called, ignoring Loki who huffs quietly to himself. “I’m finally here!” She grins.

“(Y/N)!” A voice called, a young woman stepped out from the kitchen. “It’s so good to see you--Oh! You brought Loki finally.” She grins to him as he offers a nervous smile in return.

“Hey Nancy, where’s Alisha?” She asked, glancing around the living room.

“She’s upstairs in her room, taking a nap. She should be waking up soon.” Nancy explains, clapping her hands together. “Okay, I should be home around eight. You know everything so I don’t need to tell you what to do for my little star.” She grins.

“But of course, she’s in capable hands. I’ll see you later. Have a good day, Nance.” (Y/N) waved as Nancy went out of the front door. “Okay, so I’m going to go see if the little munchkin is awake. Come on,” She drags him along and up the steps.

“I’m serious about what I said. One scream from her and I’m going home.” He points a finger at her, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes fondly.

“Alright, alright.” She assures before opening the door to Alisha’s room. “Alisha?” She asked, peeking inside just in time to see the three-year old’s eyes flutter open.

“(Y/N)!” She practically squeals before thumping off the bed and rushing over to (Y/N) who laughs and scoops her up into her arms.

“How is my favorite little Lady today?” (Y/N) grins softly at the excited look at the three-year-old’s face.

“Good!” She giggles before looking behind (Y/N) when she noticed a shadow. “Who’s that?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Oh! Alisha, this is my boyfriend Loki.” She turns to face Loki who offers her a timid smile.

Children usually avoided him if they could do this was more than a little terrifying. The last time he met a kid was Jane and Thor’s who wouldn’t stop crying until Loki left the room.

Just when he thought she’d freak out, she practically jumped out of (Y/N)’s arms and into his. He gasps as he caught her before right her in his arms. He finally took notice of the sparkle in her eyes as he swallows before looking to (Y/N) who was outright grinning.

“You’re pretty.” Alisha’s voice made him snap back down to her chubby little face.

“I’m sorry?” He questioned, making her giggle.

“You’re pretty!” She exclaims before throwing her arms around him as she hugged him.

“I’m--That’s a first. Um, you are very beautiful yourself.” He complimented when she giggles shyly and hides her face into his chest.

“Sounds like I have competition.” (Y/N) smirks as Loki’s face flushes at her. She covered her mouth, laughing when Loki sputtered slightly before she turned him around and let him go down the steps first. “You hungry?” She asked Alisha who nods.

“Mr. Loki! Come look at my toys!” She squeals, jumping down once they were downstairs. She snags his hand and rushes off towards the playroom as (Y/N) smiles warmly at the sight.

Loki looked back to (Y/N) who waves before going towards the kitchen to make some dinner for Alisha and Loki both. She silently thanked herself that Alisha liked Loki. She was terrified that the young girl was gonna take one look at him and not like him.

After about ten minutes of making some spaghetti, she walked back towards the playroom to see what Loki and Alisha were up to. She glanced inside before covering her mouth at the sight of this tall man squatting uncomfortably in one of Alisha’s purple playhouse chairs.

He had on a crown while she handed him imaginary tea in a tiny cup and plate. She was jabbering on about things that not even (Y/N) could make out, but Loki answered nonetheless like it was nothing. He was smiling, looking happier than (Y/N) has seen him in ages.

“(Y/N)!” Alisha exclaims, bringing her back to reality as she looked up to them both. “Tea?” She asked, offering out a small teapot that would be spilling actual tea if there was any in there.

“Sure, I have dinner ready.” She walked over, thanking Alisha for the tea.

“Alisha has informed me that she would like to be a knight after dinner. She wants you to be the damsel in distress, while I play the villain.” Loki exclaims as (Y/N) grins.

“Oh, is that so? Well, it looks like I have a beautiful hero to save me! Aren’t I lucky?” She tickles under Alisha’s chin, causing her to giggle loudly.

Suddenly Alisha’s belly growled as Loki blinked for a moment.

“Is there a beast inside your belly?” He asked, picking her up as she giggles loudly, making (Y/N) cover her mouth to muffle her laughter.

After dinner, (Y/N), Loki, and Alisha ran around the house playing all sorts of fantasy for Alisha. One time when Loki was the princess he turned himself into a woman and shocked Alisha. Just when he thought he made a mistake, she suddenly wanted to braid his hair and everything was okay.

“Yeah, Alisha is doing great. She loves him.” (Y/N) explains to Nancy over the phone before walking towards the living room. “I know, I’m so glad too. I was a little nervous.” She laughs softly. “But then again, I shouldn’t have been. Alisha is such a happy girl. She loves everyone.” She comments.

“Yeah, gets that from me.” Nancy chuckles. “Although, I am glad. I knew she wouldn’t but I’m sure he felt she wouldn’t. I’m so glad she has you and now him. I hated all those other nannies from before. I’m just thankful that I found you when I did.” She explains.

“Me too. Well, I better go check on them. They’re both quiet. I’ll see you in when you get here.” She smiles before hanging up the phone and peeking into the living room.

Her eyes widened gently at the sight before a warm smile bloomed across her features. There draped across the couch was a sleeping Loki and draped across his chest was a sleeping Alisha. He had a small afghani spread across her, it barely went to his knees.

She held up her phone and snapped a few photos to keep for later. She loved how much Alisha and Loki got along, and Alisha loved him from the moment she saw him.

(Y/N) snags the remote before shutting off Franklin from the TV as she started to clean up everything. It was nice and quiet which made her feel at peace, knowing that Loki was there to protect Alisha. She made it to the playroom before putting away the tea set, the plastic arm, and the foam swords.

Once she was finished, (Y/N) returned to the living room before shaking Loki slightly as his eyes fluttered open. She grins at his tired look before she leaned forward and kissed his forehead gently.

“Sorry to wake you, but Nancy is on her way home. I thought I could take Alisha back up to her room so she could stay asleep.” She explains when Loki’s arms wrapped around her.

“Don’t worry. I have her.” He assured before standing up slowly, careful not to jolt the sleeping child away.

“You’d make a great dad.” (Y/N) blurted out as Loki’s eyes widened before he looked at her. “I mean--I’m just saying. I just noticed that you are good with her and--I just… I am digging myself a hole here. Tell me to shut up.” She practically whined out.

“Do--Do you believe that? Truly?” He asked quietly, looking vulnerable as she nods immediately.

“Of course I do. I always believe in you.” She assured.

“Right, I’ll be back.” He whispered before going up the steps to lay down Alisha as (Y/N) bit her lip.

She did something stupid, didn’t she? She made a bad choice and now he’s gonna come down here and flip out.

Suddenly hands were cupping her face and lips were brushing against her own. Her eyes widened before she realized it was Loki who was kissing her. She immediately kissed him back before pulling away to look at him.

“What--What is this for?” She asked, placing her hand onto his mouth to stop him from kissing her again.

“I want children. I’ve always wanted children. No one ever thought I’d be good, or believed I could do it, but you do… Alisha is so bright and she reminded me that I do want children. I’ve always shied away from it, because… children generally don’t like me. I can’t do anything to change that, but she didn’t care. When I transformed into a Jotun to be the villain… She loved my eyes and the color of my skin… She accepted me, just like you do. And I hope to every God that shall listen that our children are as amazing as you.” He whispered as (Y/N) blinked back the tears that had blurred her vision.

“Loki, I’m sorry I never told you before. I thought you just didn’t want to be a dad. I should have talked to you. It was so cute seeing you with Alisha. She loves people, but she still shies away from people, but not you. She loved you the moment she laid eyes on you.” She giggles, choking slightly at the tightness in her throat.

Suddenly Loki pulled her into a hug.

“(Y/N), I want to try for children.” He whispered as (Y/N) choked out a small laugh.

“Okay, we’ll try for kids.” She promised before kissing him once more.

About twenty minutes later, Nancy finally returned home. She saw Loki and (Y/N) all ready to leave.

“Thank you both, I’ll give you double since he was here.” She explains as Loki shook his head.

“Not necessary. I enjoyed the time I spent with your daughter.” He smiles.

“From what I’ve been told, it sounds like she enjoyed it too. I’m glad. She’s iffier around gentlemen due to not having a father figure in her life, but that doesn’t stop her from trying her best.” Nancy explains. “Alright, you two have a wonderful night.” She waved as (Y/N) led them to the car.

“Oh, we will.” He whispered into (Y/N)’s ear as she snorts and pushes him away.

“You’re right, I’m taking a nice hot bath when I get home.” She flashes him a grin as Loki stuck his tongue at her.

The two shared another laugh before getting into the car and driving home.

(Y/N) glanced at Loki who was smiling as he watched out the window. It was a wonderful night indeed.

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 4 years

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HAPPY GRUVIA WEEEEEEEK!!!:))

so i cant promise that ill post something for EVERYDAY but i will do what i can:)

i hope u all have an amazing, gruvia filled week:) enjoy babies!!!

also ok u know what so maybe i did write a story literally exactly like this for gruvia week last yr...... mind ur business lmao

gruvia week day 1: home

Juvia was practically running from the train station.

This was the longest mission she had gone on in years, and while she did love to get out and go on jobs, especially with Gajeel, she was itching to get home at this point.

Two weeks without her family was driving her borderline insane, and she was ready to hug and kiss everyone to her heart’s content. She looked up at the sky and noticed it was just about dusk. At the sight of the day almost ending, she picked up her pace a little bit. If she could just speed up a bit, she could probably make it home in time to still make dinner.

In a few more short moments, she stood at the door of her house. She stepped in the doorway and breathed in ready to shout a booming “I’m home!”, but she was interrupted by a commotion that seemed to be coming from the kitchen.

From where she stood, all she could hear was the muffled radio playing music, kids screaming with giggles, and some food sizzling. She was met with the smell of delicious, but maybe slightly burnt, food.

She placed her bag down beside her, and slowly but curiously made her way to the noise. Before she inserted herself just yet, she was wondering just what was going on.

“Storm! Why did you take your brother out of his bouncer!?”!She heard Gray shout, and it was quickly followed by two very familiar giggles.

“Kai’s one year old now, dad! He wants to run around not bounce!” Storm’s voice was mildly breaking with laughter.

Juvia finally got to the point where she could peak around the corner into the kitchen, and luckily she still had yet to be noticed.

Storm was holding the wiggly baby, but was clearly struggling, seeing as Kai certainly did not want to be held. Neva was right by her big brother’s side, giggling along with him. Gray, however, did not look as amused. He was looking back and forth from over his shoulder at the kids, to the many pans full of food he had cooking in front of him on the stove.

“Ok, well, I don’t really want him running around right now. I’m trying to focus on dinner.” Gray tried to calmly explained, but Juvia could tell he was breaking a sweat.

“But if we put him back in, he’ll cry!” Neva explained back. Her curly black pigtails bounced as she excitedly explained herself.

And as if it was on cue, Kai began screaming as tears ran down his red face. Gray instantly threw down the spatula in his hand and bent down to scoop up Kai out of Storm’s arms. He turned right back around, and continued stirring with the food while he bounced a screaming baby on his side.

“Daddy, you’re making my mac and cheese right?” Neva tugged at the apron her father wore.

“Yes, Nev, I’m making your mac n cheese.” He sighed, not appreciating the nagging child.

“Yay!” She cheered.

“But you do have to eat some veggies.” He reluctantly followed up with.

The gasp of betrayal that escaped Neva’s mouth almost made Juvia blow her cover with laughter.

“Veggies?! I hate veggies!” Neva stomped.

“Storm, can you please explain to your sister why we need to eat our veggies.” Gray replied. He didn’t feel like taking the time to explain the pros of vegetables.

“Uhhh, ok.” Storm replied, unsure. He paused and scratched his dark blue waves in the back of his head “Well I don’t like vegetables all that much either. I kinda’ think Mom and Dad just do it to be bossy.” Storm shurugged.

Neva’s deep blue eyes widened with horror.

“Storm!” Gray exclaimed. He should have known a nine year old reasoning with a four year old just simply wouldn’t work. The boom of his voice upset little Kai all over again, and he continued his screaming.

“Oh shit-! I mean- shoot!” Gray spat, and put down the spatula again, this time paying more attention to Kai, and shushing him as he swayed back and forth.

“Ok, Mommy thinks it’s time to step in.” Juvia calmly walked in the kitchen and was met with four surprised faces.

“Mommy!” Storm and Neva ran at her with full speed. She just had enough time to squat down and welcome their impact.

“Oof!” Juvia grunted as her kids slammed themsleves into her, wrapping their little arms around her. “Hello my babies!” Juvia regained her footing and wrapped her arms around them, kissing their heads.

“How was it?! Did you and uncle Gajeel kick butt?! Did you use your water stuff!?” Storm spat questions at her, just as he did every time she or Gray got back from a mission.

“Yes, baby.” Juvia used her hand to push the bangs from Storm’s eyes. “Mommy and Uncle Gajeel did great.”

“Mommy, Mommy, Daddy’s gonna’ make me eat veggies!” Neva cried out for help, planning on Juvia to rescue her from the vegetables.

“He is?!” Juvia pretended to gasp, and she looked up at Gray, who gave a defeated smirk.

She stood back up. “Speaking of food, it smells delicious.” She walked towards Gray, and gave him a big hug as he still held the baby in his hands. Juvia took her hands and squished Gray’s face, planting a big kiss on his cheek, earning a grunt from Gray.

“Oi! Do you really gotta’ squeeze my face like that?” Gray twisted his face free from her hands.

“But Juvia hasn’t been able to squish Gray-sama’s sweet face for so long!” She whined.

She averted her attention down Kai. “And speaking of squishing sweet faces,” She took him from Gray’s arms.

“Hello, my love!” Juvia doted, and Kai smiled at the sight of Juvia’s happy face. She brought his chubby cheeks to her lips and kissed him a bunch, making the baby giggle.

Gray went back to fiddle with the food one more time before he turned off the stover. “Ya know, it’s a lot easier to cook around here when I have you to distract these demons.” Gray sighed, and leaned up against the counter.

“Demons?!” Juvia laughed. “Juvia’s babies are angels.” She continued to sway Kai in her arms.

“Are we talking about the same babies?” Gray playfully raised a brow.

Neva and Storm both laughed, feeling accomplished at annoying their father.

“Yeah, laugh it up.” Gray chuckled back at them.

Juvia sniffed. “Is Gray-sama cooking salmon?”

“At this point, I think I’m burning salmon.” At Juvia’s reminder, he took an oven mit and opened up the oven, taking out steaming salmon.

“It looks great!” Juvia smiled. She missed Gray’s cooking. “Salmon’s Juvia’s favorite.”

“I know. I made asparagus and rice, too.” Juvia looked at the stovetop and sure enough, they were all there.

“And mac n cheese for me!” Neva cheered, raising up her hand.

“You’re gonna try the asparagus, too.” Gray daunted.

“A-spar-gus?” Neva sounded out the word, not being quite sure exactly what it was.

“It’s the nasty vegetable Dad’s gonna’ make us eat.” Storm explained.

“Alright. That’s it you two. Now that my hands are free I can finally kick your butts!” A playful smirk appeared on Gray’s face before he ran at the kids, scooping them up in his arms and slinging them over his shoulders. The two shrieked with giggles as they kicked, trying to free themselves from Gray’s grasp. “One more word and I drop you two square on your heads!” He teased.

Storm and Neva continued to laugh as Gray shook them around a bit. Juvia admired the smiling faces from afar. When they all smiled so hard like that, they all looked the same. It seemed to be contagious, because Juvia felt herself grinning right back at them. Even little Kai was bubbling with laughter, and Juvia couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes at this beautiful feeling.

“Alright, everyone!” Juvia caught everyone’s attention. “Why don’t we eat the yummy dinner Daddy made before it gets cold?” Gray, Storm, and Neva nodded in agreement.

Juvia wasn’t sure if she could put a finger on exactly what this feeling was, but if she had to, she would use one word.

This was home.

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sethrine-writes · 4 years

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Daughter of a Devil, Ch. 22

Main Characters: Father!Dante & Daughter!Reader

Words: 1769

Warnings: Angst, Retrospection

Story Summary: Being a parent wasn’t easy, nor was there such thing as being perfect at it. Good news for Dante, seeing as how he doesn’t have the slightest idea in hell what to do with a child. Sometimes, he was certain that fighting off a horde of demons was a far better match than keeping up with his own daughter. Well, at least he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A/N: So this chapter is heavier on the angst. Not to worry, the end of it is quite hopeful, but do expect some feels.

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Chapter 22 - Tears of the Damned (18 yrs.)

There were so many things, you realized, that you didn’t know about your own father.

Sure, you spent quite a lot of time with him, and you were even old enough and more than skilled enough to go on heavier, more dangerous missions with him, and you learned quite a bit about how he fought and played and treated himself to a job well done. There were still so many secrets that he had never told you, however, things of his past that you so desperately wanted to know about.

You knew what he was, knew of the demon that hid itself within him. You had always had a vague understanding of it until you were abruptly and without warning brought to terms with it in full when you were only seven years old. There was even a part of you that knew that, somewhere deep inside, your body held a trace of the same demonic power that had been passed down from the legendary Sparda himself.

Did that mean you would become just like your father?

Did that mean that you harbored a demon inside you, too?

“Squirt? Where are you?”

There were times where you truly worried that you would become some sort of monster, a being with no self-control.

When you were younger, you would have nightmares, horrid, realistic dreams of slaughtering hundreds of innocent people without so much as a reason. In those dreams, you laughed as your victims cried and begged for mercy. When you inevitably woke to your own cries and screams, Dante would always come to you, giving you comfort by gently running his fingers through your hair and assuring you that your dreams would never become reality.

As you grew older, your fears eventually faded away, and you learned that you had far more control over yourself and whatever potential demon that resided within.

You had begun to realize your potential; your quicker speed and reflexes, your quick healing abilities, your keen sense of sight, hearing, smell - all of these traits had come from your father, who had gotten his traits from his own father, a legendary demon who fell in love with a human and found compassion for humankind.

Without your demonic bloodline, you would never have been such a unique individual. Without this one link you had because of Sparda, you would never have known the demon world as you did at that moment.

Without your grandfather, you wouldn’t be the person you had become.

“I can’t…I can’t find her, Dante.”

“Keep looking!”

This understanding of the demon world had you that much more curious about your father. After all, he had grown up around it, as well, though you had a feeling he had a more troubling childhood than the one you experienced.

You knew small details, like how the demon Sparda sacrificed himself to seal away the gates of hell so that humanity could live on. You also knew that the woman that would have been your grandmother had died when your father was very young, having risked her life to save his. You knew vague details about your uncle, Vergil, though you believed him to be dead, and possibly by Dante’s own hands.

Your mother passed when you were only a baby, and then all he had left was you.

“Dante, Lady, she’s over here!”

“There’s…so much blood.”

Over the years, your curiosity had gotten the better of you despite trying to ward it off. If your father wouldn’t give you anything else to go on besides small, vague details, then you would go to other sources to get your information.

Lady, at that point in time, was the perfect person to ask most of your questions. She answered you honestly about anything you wanted to know that she herself knew about your father, even though she was nearly as lost in the dark as yourself. Sometimes, you went for silly little questions, like his record on mocking an enemy without said enemy attempting to rip his head off. Other times, they were more serious questions, such as if he had ever killed an innocent being.

Much to your delight, Lady had a tendency to tell a full-length story, something you enjoyed greatly. She would even give a few details you had not even thought to ask. It was on one of these days, a day where she retold the story of when you had been taken away when you were barely a year old, only from her point of view, that you learned something very interesting.

As far as Lady knew, Dante had only ever cried once in his lifetime as a young adult.

“Can you hear me? C'mon, sweetheart...answer me, damnit!”

“Dante, she’s not breathing anymore.”

“She can hear me, I know she can!”

The little tidbit of information surprised you greatly. It wasn’t because you thought he would have cried a great deal more, oh no. Rather, it was because of that one moment of tears that you were completely baffled.

It was a hard thing to imagine, your father just standing there, crying his eyes out like there was no tomorrow. Perhaps it was just that father concept you held him in, one that made it seem impossible for your father to ever be that upset. He was a demon hunter, for crying out loud! He had a higher track record of taunting demons than being truly serious about ending them.

Even the strongest of people, however, had their own weaknesses.

Even a half-demon had a reason to cry.

“You’re supposed to outlive me, squirt; you’re supposed to outlive your old man!”

“Dante, please, you have to stop!”

Ever since hearing that story from Lady, you had wanted to confront your father about it, but always chickened out. You wanted to know for sure if that was the one and only time he had ever shed tears of mourning, of grief and despair.

Had he ever cried from happiness? Or did he maybe cry out his frustration when everything became too much to handle?

There were so many things you wanted to know on that one subject, but you were too afraid to ask him, or perhaps too afraid you would see him in a different light.

That was sort of silly to think about, though, wasn't it? He wouldn't be a different person because of it, nor would anything you knew about him really change. Dante would still be your dad, a damn good father, if anyone were to ask you, and just as good a hunter of the demonic things that roamed the earth.

One day, maybe one day, you would see just what could bring your father to such vulnerability. Perhaps, then, you would know the depth of his emotions beyond the playful banter you knew so well.

“Please...please, come back to me.”

A strangled, almost startled gasp came from your lips as your body forced oxygen to fill your previously empty lungs. Everything hurt, especially along your midsection, and your arms and legs felt heavy, cold and numb from the weather of wherever it was you resided. Vaguely, you were aware of hands, somehow warmer than your own freezing body, cupping your face gently and moving your head from side to side ever so slightly.

“Can you hear me, squirt?”

You opened your equally heavy eyes, your vision taking a moment to clear as you looked around. At your sides, blurry images of what appeared to be Lady and Trish were crouched and staring at you in bewilderment, both their faces wrapped in surprised confusion and their eyes cloudy. When your eyes finally focused, you looked up into teary baby blues hovering over your face, the colors of silver and red registering in your mind that your father was hunched over you, taking up much of your vision.

“D-Dad?” you questioned, your voice croaking out the single, stuttering word that had a smile forming on your father’s face.

A single, forced laugh was your only answer for several long seconds.

“Yeah, it’s me. Got yourself into quite a mess, didn’t you?”

You blinked slowly, trying your best to focus on keeping your breaths even and slow so as not to agitate the pain in your abdomen area.

Everything was processing slowly in your still hazy mind, but you were beginning to remember that some time ago, depending on how long you had been out, some sort of demon had attacked full force and had rammed a giant claw straight through you. It had shocked you greatly that for the first few seconds you hadn’t even registered the pain. That, however, was now taking its toll.

With slightly narrowed eyes, you continued to watch your father as he spoke to you in calming words, one of his hands leaving your face and combing through your wet hair. It was at that moment that you registered the image of him you had awoken to, your mind grinding to a halt with the image of tears in your father’s eyes.

“Wh-why’re you cryin’?”

Dante paused in his short ramblings, his hand in your hair tensing momentarily before continuing through the water-darkened strands once more. A smile lit his face, one you hadn’t been expecting.

“It’s just the rain, squirt. It’s just the rain.”

Carefully, you looked up towards the dark sky above and found that it was, indeed, raining. This was possibly the reason why you felt so numb; the cold from the rain felt as if it had seeped through into your very bones.

Everything once again became hazy, and all you were really aware of was your father picking you up carefully from the ground and carting you off, hopefully towards the very shop you called home. You were so very tired, and everything hurt so badly, so you were glad he was putting in most of the effort as you found comfort in leaning against him.

In the end, however, you realized that you had obtained an answer to the very questions that had been plaguing your mind during your limbo.

Your father, for the second time in his life as far as you knew, had cried, and all because he had feared he would lose you.

You always knew he had a big heart, one he hid behind a lot of bravado and cocky antics, but even he had his weaknesses, just as any other man.

Vaguely, you felt pressure against your forehead, a relieved kiss pressed against your skin.

If you'd had the energy, you were sure you would be smiling at the action.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Daughter of Skywalker; Luke Skywalker x child reader

*Author’s note*

Okay now before you all suddenly go on a rant THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH TROS. In fact I wrote this little fic over 2 yrs ago when The Last Jedi came out so you have no need to worry about any spoilers. Now I said I had promised some SW fics a few days ago ell surprise you get the two I’ve got. Up next is Kylo Ren and it’s a short one

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It was all over. We had just been told that our message had been sent out to any remaining allies, but no one was responding. We had all hoped that someone would answer our pleas of help but I guess all hope was now lost.

"That's it then. The end of it all, the spark has faded, the galaxy has lost all of its hope". My aunt Leia stated solemnly as she sat down and leaned against her crutch. I walked up to her and took her hand in mine and leaned my head against her shoulder trying to hold back my tears. Suddenly I felt a presence nearby. I looked up and saw a hooded figure coming towards Aunt Leia and me. The hooded figure stood in front of us and revealed himself and I just stared in utter shock, it was my father.

Luke Skywalker.

"Luke" said my aunt softly. He gave a weak smile and knelt down beside us and before he could say anything my aunt interrupted him "I know what you're gonna say, I changed my hair".

"It looks good". Said my father. The two of them smiled at each other then dad continued solemnly, "I'm so sorry Leia, I can't bring him back".

"I know. I've been blinding myself hoping that there was still goodness in him, which only blinded me from the truth. My son is gone, forever".

"No one's ever really gone". Said my father. He then placed in my aunt's hand a golden strand dice that once hung from the Millennium Falcon. He then placed his forehead against his younger twin's and kissed it before turning his attention to me. "Come here kid".

I then flung myself at him and softly cried into his chest. I hadn't seen my father since the temple was destroyed when I was very young and on that day after almost losing me, he sent me to live with my Aunt Leia where I had been helping the resistance while he was away in hiding blaming himself for what he had done.

"I've missed you so much father".

"And I've missed you my little Starlight". He separated from me and cupped my face in his hands and from then on we were talking through our force bond telepathically.

I looked at him in horror and tears weld up in my eyes but my father looked at me with stern eyes telling me that he wasn't going to change his mind, this needed to be done and this was the only way to do it. I closed my eyes and lowered my head as tears fell down my face.

Like he did to my aunt, my father placed his forehead against mine and kissed my forehead but he lingered there for a moment before finally separating from me and walked towards 3PO who said.

"Master Luke". My dad winked at him before walking out of the base.

As we all gathered at the exit to see my father stand before the First Order army, I stood by Finn and Poe and Finn said.

"Is—is that....."

"Yeah Finn it's him. Luke Skywalker, (y/n)'s father". Poe said. He looked down to me and wrapped an arm around me and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly.

You see when my father first dropped me under my aunt and uncle's protection, of course Uncle Han left and in his grief of failing Ben, he went back to smuggling and we never really saw him until just a few months ago at Maz's home planet. And my aunt Leia became invested in being the General for the Resistance to distract her from her grief.

Of course she never neglected me no never, but I was always alone and depressed after that and only at just 7 years old. It wasn't until I accidentally bumped into rookie pilot at the time, Poe Dameron. At first I was afraid he would get mad for bumping into him like most of the rookies were at the time, but he helped me up and asked me if I was the one that was okay.

As time went on, Poe became like the Big brother I never had, he was the one who taught me how to pilot my first X-wing at 9 years old. Whenever he wasn't busy with missions for my aunt, he'd always take the time to hang around me and be the male figure I needed in my life.

We then saw all the AT-AT's firing every single gun they had at my father. I turned away as Poe brought me close to him to further avert my eyes from seeing anymore until the firing stopped and when the dust cleared my dad still stood strong with not a scratch on him as he dusted his shoulder off.

Poe then took out his binoculars and he then said to us.

"It's Kylo Ren, he's coming out alone".

"We need to help him" stated Finn.

"No we don't" Poe said.

"What are you talking about he's out numbered we've gotta have something that can help him...."

"No Finn!" I exclaimed. The two of them looked at me and I continued, "This is something my father needs to do alone, he knows what the outcome of this fight will be, and he's willing to take it. While we make our escape". I lowered my head as I remembered our force bond conversation from earlier

*Flashback time*

'When Ben and I begin our duel, you and the others need to get out of here'.

'What? But what about you?'

'I think you know the answer to that sweetheart'. I stared at him and my eyes widened with horror as I begged him.

'No. No! No daddy I just got you back please you can't! You can't die! Please there has to be another way!'

'There's not. You feel it as I do that I need to finish what I started. You and Rey are now the last Jedi, complete the mission that I cannot anymore, reconnect with the Force. Revive the Rebellion, and bring balance to the Galaxy'. Tears slipped down my face as I begged to him.

'Please don't leave me again'.

'Never. I'll never leave you again. I will always be there for you, just like your mother and your Uncle Han'. He stroked my cheek and said to me one last time, 'I love you my little Starlight'.

*End of Flashback*

"My dad is buying us time to make our escape, we must take it now so that his last stand won't be in vain". Everyone just stared at me in silence before Poe said.

"She's right. We are the spark that'll light the fire that'll burn the First Order down. Now there's gotta be another way out of here".

"But sir there are an infinite amount of tunnels the probability of finding the exact one are....." At that point I toned 3PO out as Poe began to shush him until it was completely silent.

"Where did the fox creatures go?" At that moment we noticed that the entire base was clear of the creatures we shared shelter with. But we soon heard one of them up ahead who barked at us and ran off.

"He wants to lead us out of here!" I exclaimed. Everyone then turned to Leia and she said.

"What are you all staring at me for? Follow him". She gestured to Poe. We then followed Poe's lead as he tracked down the fox who lead us further into the cave but we soon came across an exit point that was completely sealed with thousands of giant boulders. The fox stood on top of one of them and managed to squeeze through the only exit point big enough for him alone.

"No! No! No!" exclaimed Poe. We were trapped. Cornered like rats with no chance of escaping. Even if we all tried to clear it up, the First Order would find us long before we could even clear this path and slaughter us all.

"Wait (y/n) you trained as a Jedi right? Can't you move these rocks?" asked Finn.

"I haven't been able to use the Force since the day my cousin burned down the temple, plus I was and still am a beginner. There's no way I can do this".

"Just try (y/n)" my aunt Leia said. I looked at her worriedly but she looked at me with 100% confidence. I turned towards the boulders and rocks and closed my eyes and began my breathing.

Slow and steady, relaxed and clear mind. I raised my hand and tried to reach out with the Force. But due to the fact I haven't been strongly connected with it to begin with and that I haven't continued my training, all I could was create an even bigger rock slide.

Everyone backed away as some of the rock began falling towards us then all was quiet once again. Exhausted and now on my knees I panted as tears filled my eyes.

"I can't—I can't do it I'm sorry! I'm sorry".

"It's okay kiddo, you tried your best". I heard Poe say as he knelt down beside me and placed his hands on my shoulders comfortingly. Suddenly the rocks began moving again but this time they moved outwards and were levitating through the air.

I felt a strong Force connection just ahead and as we all ran out of the base, there stood Rey with her hand extended using the Force to free us all. Finn and Rey ran up to each other and hugged one another missing each other then she led us to the Falcon that was parked just up the hill.

As we all boarded the Falcon, I stopped in my tracks as I felt something. Like a piece of my heart was torn away but at the same time there was peace and no more suffering. In that moment I knew and I could tell from Rey's face, she felt it too.

My father, Luke Skywalker was gone.

We were the last ones to board the Falcon and as we stood there, I soon saw my former cousin Ben Solo standing there at the base and he turned and saw both me and Rey. She and I glared at him as she pressed the button to seal the door and soon we left Crait.

Once we were all free and safe from the First Order, I sat beside my aunt Leia and I could tell by her face that she knew what happened to my father as well. I leaned up against her and she wrapped an arm around me as Rey came up to us and she said.

"He's gone".

"We know" my aunt said.

"But it wasn't—there wasn't any suffering there was....peace".

"Yeah that's my dad for yah". I stated. She looked at me and she started apologizing but I stopped her before she could say anything, "I know my father better than anyone else. He does things for the greater good, and stubbornness runs in his blood whenever he thinks it's for the best and won't say a word about it to anyone. I'm glad you found him Rey, and thank you for bringing him back to me, even if it was just through the Force". Rey smiled then she said.

"Oh I almost forgot, your father wanted me to give you this. He gave it to me as soon as my training began, told me to tell you to read the note when you're alone". I looked to my aunt Leia and nodded at me to go and soon I was walking along the hallways of the Falcon until I reached a private wing and sat down and took the note that was taped onto the wrapping package. I opened the note and it read.

My only child (y/n),

I know these last few years had been hard on you. Your mother gone and I'm not being there to raise you and protect you like that father I once was to you. I can't tell you how many days go by that I don't regret letting you go.

I was only thinking of your safety, your well-being and thought it would be best if you were with the real heroes of the Resistance than a failure of a not only as a Jedi Master but a failure as a Father.

Enclosed I leave you one last gift. Now depending on big you are when you get this it may have to wait a few more years but I'd entrust this gift to only one person and that is you, my daughter.

Make me proud and become a far Greater Jedi than I ever could. And know that I will always be with you, for I am now One with the Force and the Force is once again with me.

Your father,

Luke.

I set the note down and unwrapped the paper to reveal a shocking discovery. My father's lightsaber that he himself constructed after he lost his father's during the battle of Cloud City before he went to rescue Uncle Han from Jabba the Hut on his home planet of Tatooine.

I held it in my hands and ignited it revealing its green glow. I smiled and pressed on the button again deactivating it and I said out loud.

"Thank you Father, I'll make you proud". As I walked back to join the others I could hear my father's voice say.

'I always am'.

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4 parts anon here ugh yes as much as it pains me to admit because this is a show that's built on the "found family" trope the way some of them treated daisy was so f*cking shitty and makes my blood boil like they were so focused on portraying fitzsimmons as this epic love story they completely decimated daisy in their wake and effed up what I thought up until the beginning of s5 were great friendships and it was so unecessary like what the hell were they thinking (part1)

Do they realize her basically did the same thing to her that nathaniel did which is why to be honest although I was upset about the whole we only meet one time a year in the framework thing now i'm so relieved because she deserves so much better and you know what she got it sousa showed more care and devotion towards her in 10 eps then some of them did in the whole show also the fact that they gave her a BIOLOGICAL sister (part2)

Part3) it's like they took a step back and knew they fucked up with daisy in the last few seasons and them brought back the focus on her in season 7 and we got to see her be everything she saved the world she had a storyline with her mom and sister she had a love story and its what she deserves being the queen she is and if we don't get a spinoff my headcannon is in time she'll have an even better family with those two and more and she'll only think fondly on her shield one like distant memory

(Part4) I mean she'll always love them and be there if they need her because she's amazing and fiercely loyal but that void that longing she's always had to belong to have a family that will be filled and then some she'll have everything she ever wanted and more and then in 5 yrs instead of being the last 1 in the framework with a sad look on her face she'll greet them happily and then have to skedaddle because shes in the middle of a family dinner with her sister her husband bio and adopted kids

In season 6 when Daisy said she wanted her own Fitz, I don’t think she meant someone like Fitz... what she meant was she wanted someone who loved her unconditionally and always put her first just like Fitz did with Simmons. And it’s because she so clearly cared more about the team than they did about her.

In the final season there was a heavy emphasis on Daisy specifically being heartbroken by the team breaking up while everyone else was completely okay with it and ready to move on. Like you said, she was the last person to leave the framework after that meeting, and before that she mentions twice she doesn’t want the team to break up and was brought to tears over the thought. Even way back in season 3 when Hive took over her mind and gave Daisy that sense of belonging, Coulson took notice that Daisy felt lonely within SHIELD. “From what Fitz-Simmons have said, Hive's infections only heightens feelings she already has. Daisy's always longed for a family, for connection. I thought I could give it to her with S.H.I.E.L.D.“ Like you said she loves the team and they love her back and they are family, but they were her home or her final destination, they were just a step along the way. They all had people and connections outside of Daisy that mattered more to them and that they wanted to move on with, and she could sense that even before the final season.

With Kora and Sousa Daisy now has two Fitz’s. They’ll never disband the team and leave her behind, because Kora is her biological sister and Sousa is her boyfriend and they’ll be connected for the rest of her life. Maurissa said in an interview “The whole drive of Daisy’s character arc was, she was in search for her identity. She was in search for her family and where she came from. And what she stumbled upon was new one, and so at the end, it’s very clear that she is actually starting her own little family in space, with the man she loves and her actual sister.” It’s like you said, they probably noticed how dirty they did Daisy and wanted to make amends to her character.

I’m very happy with Daisy’s ending because not only did she find her own new family with even closer connections than before, but she’s still connected to the old team. They’re all still in contact. So she lost no one but gained what she always desired - a home.

#ask.anon #long post #Anonymous

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thepeakyfckingblinders · 5 years

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Disturbing || Tommy Shelby x reader

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

Anon requested/summary: Can you write one about tommy and reader breaking up, then months later tommy sees her with people he doesn’t approve, of drinking ( drugs eg if your comfortable) so he try’s to get her back? Maybe with younger reader

Warnings: Younger reader (20-25 yrs old), anxiety, maybe angst, drug use, heavy drinking, swearing (but, c’mon, it’s the peaky fooking blinders we’re talking about)

Author’s notes:

I’m sorry if the title sucks, I can’t think of anything better at the moment

This was my very first request and I was so tense while writing it, I guess I smoked a thousand cigarettes in the process! I’m praying that you’ll like it, let me know what you think and tell me if this is what you expected ♡

I myself suffer form anxiety, in the first part I just tried to explain how my brain works in certain situations and that’s why it is so long, I hope you won’t get bored.

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

You had been trying to keep control of your mind, you truly had, but in the end that familiar sense of pure fear took over you, again. A heavy form of anxiety had been haunting you ever since you were a little girl, but, as the years went by, you had learnt to cope with it well and when you met Thomas, things only got better, the strong bond between the two of you constantly helping you handle that issue.

Nevertheless, during the last month, things got definitely out of hand: Tommy was always caught up with business, rarely paying attention to you and your increasing fragility, he hadn’t spent a night home since ages and still, in those rare moments you were together, he was just so distant, totally lost in his own mind.

On the other hand, you never once blamed him for the way his life worked, after all you were perfectly aware of how hard it was for him to look after his whole empire, always trying to deal with countless problems without causing any harm to his loved ones, and that was surely not the easiest thing to do. But this time was different: you couldn’t prevent your brain from having obsessive thoughts about Thomas getting completely tired of having you in his way, you actually convinced yourself he was sleeping with other women in the nights he didn’t come home, and on those nights your eyes never shut, you spent hours alone in your king size bed, staring at the white ceiling with short breath and palpitations. That’s why you just couldn’t take it anymore, anxiety was once more sucking the life out of you and you absolutely needed to talk to your boyfriend about it, so, as soon as he entered the house that night, you practically run towards him, determined to calmly explain everything; too bad, your exhausted mind wasn’t working straight and your mouth immediately made it clear.

-Y-you have to tell me- Tears already streaming down your face while the handsome man in front of you gave you a confused look, not having a clue of what was going on. You could tell he also was in a bad mood, indeed your sentence was at first totally ignored as he walked into his study and quickly lit a cigarette, before filling his glass with whisky.

-What the hell are you talking about, y/n?-

You were now facing him again, your hands shamelessly trembling against your chest while you hardly held back the crying. -If there’s another woman, i-if you want to get rid of me, you have to tell me now, ‘cause I’m l-losing my mind, Thomas-

You slightly jumped when his now empty glass was roughly shoved against the huge desk separating your figures, then you unconsciously stepped back, noticing absolute fury burning in his glacial eyes.

-Are you serious right now, eh? Have you any idea how fucking difficult it is to keep everything working these days, eh?- His voice was loud and raspy as he stood from his seat -And you fucking come and tell me about other bloody women, how idiotic of you!- Heavy sobs started coming out of your throat, Thomas instead took a deep breath in order to calm down and stop shouting in your face; once he had partially blown off steam, he sat back in his chair, looking up at you almost with disgust.

-You know what? My brothers were right for once, you’re just a silly kid unable to fit in our world. This whole thing was a mistake, I need a fucking grown woman by my side!- A disturbing silence filled the room right after he spat those bitter words and you swore you heard your heart stop along with your breathing in that very moment, your eyelids instinctively tightened for several seconds, yet, when your eyes flew back open, you realized it wasn’t only a bad dream. Tommy was still staring at you with a stern expression, probably waiting on your next move, so you just looked into his blue irises one last time, unable to speak a single syllable, before leaving.

3 months later

Days went by fast after your break up with Thomas, since then you’d been trying to avoid him in every way possible, humiliation and pain being still too intense to let you face him without terrible consequences for your already vulnerable spirit. Indeed, everything around you was literally going to pieces right before your eyes and you couldn’t help it; even though you’d always been a strong girl, pretty capable of getting through life and its adversities, recent events had left you in a state of such deep sorrow, that the only thing you were able to do was seek any practicable form of anesthesia in order to escape from reality, even just for a brief moment. In fact, you’d been hanging out with a group of very low guys from East Birmingham, which led you to do drugs and bend your elbow more and more often, severely damaging your ability to think rationally, and the worst part was that you didn’t even care about what you were doing to yourself, as long as it allowed you to get along with your demons.

And then one night, your presumed new friends literally dragged you to the Garrison, despite your loud protests arising from the awareness of the fact that Thomas would’ve been there too. Luckily, long before the Shelby brothers made their usual entrance into their pub, you ended up being utterly intoxicated by alcohol and cocaine to the point that, when the moment finally came and Tommy showed up, you barely noticed him. Too bad for you, Tom’s eyes, on the other hand, never failed in spotting your silhouette among the crowd. At first, seeing you again after all those days brought pure relief to his soul, God only knew how much he had missed you, but soon after he remembered the reason why you were gone and his jaw clenched with regret and shame for the unforgivable way he had treated you. Conscious of the fact that he had already caused you too much pain, Thomas was about to go away and leave you be, until he saw you diving in some random guy’s arms while heavy drinking directly from a bottle. It just wasn’t like you to act in such a way, therefore he immediately realized that something must have been wrong, so, before his mind had a chance to catch up with the rest of his body, Tommy found himself taking long strides in your direction, roughly elbowing anyone who was in his path. All of a sudden, you observed your friend’s face turn pale and his eyes go wide with fear for no apparently reason, Andrew kept staring at a precise point behind your shoulders and when you turned around in order to understand what was going on, Thomas Shelby was in front of you in all his glory. For a couple of seconds he just stood there, sending deadly glares at the poor boy next to you, blood boiling in his veins because of the violent rage that affected him, then his attention entirely moved to your trembling figure.

-I need a word with you- You felt your chest shrinking in pain as his calm and deep voice reached your ears, but you still tried to play it cool with a strength you didn’t know you had. -Fuck you already, Thomas- A resentful laugh erupted from your throat while, careful not to look in his mesmerizing eyes, you attempted to turn your back on him, yet a gentle grip on your forearm stopped your movements, forcing you to stay in your place.

-I’m begging you, y/n, we need to talk- This time his crystal blue gaze successfully entangled yours and your mind went totally black for a moment, preventing you to fight against him as he guided you out of the pub. Birmingham’s cold breeze immediately hit both of your bodies, but you were hardly able to sense it, due to the effects that drugs and alcohol had on your brain; once you were far enough from the chaos, Tommy stopped walking, his large hand still on your arm. -What are you doing?- His thumb made it to your beautiful face, softly wiping away from your nose the traces of that familiar white powder. -This is not you, y/n!-

His tone raised, displaying all of his concern, you simply gave him a forceful shove in attempt to push him away, but his toned chest didn’t move an inch. -Why do you even care, Tommy? After all I’m just a silly kid to you!- You started screaming, prey of your frustration, as soon as you felt hot tears forming in your eyes; the realization of how you still hopelessly loved him stabbed you right in the ribs.

-Please, just listen to me, okay?- He said while cupping your face with both his hands, probably to make sure you were looking at him, so you managed to childishly close your eyes in a last desperate demonstration of your hard feelings towards him. -I know I hurt you, I know the things I said to you were cruel and unfair, you didn’t deserve that, nothing of that was true- Thomas leaned his forehead against yours, even though you still had your eyes closed and your fists harshly pressed against his chest, his voice now sounding a lot closer. -I was going through a hard time and I was a fucking bastard for putting it all on you. But I swear to God, love, look at me- he slightly rocked you in order to get your attention -Look at me, I love you, y/n- Your eyelids flew open instantly, that being the very first time he clearly admitted his feelings for you, and suddenly you were no longer able to control all of your destructive emotions: your body was now racked with violent sobs as you finally let him hold you properly, crying out loud against his waistcoat and shirt. -Shh, shh- Tommy’s thumbs gradually wiped the tears away from your cheeks, while his lips briefly pecked yours multiple times. -It’s okay, we’ll be fine- he mumbled in between kisses - let’s go home now-.

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tales-of-2-french-girls · 5 years

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A/N : Hey hey hey ! Another american assassin imagine ! I love Mitch sooo much so I don’t mind writing about him at all ! I hope you like this one. It’s not very long I know but I figured I should finish this since it’s been so long since the request which I am deeply sorry for <3

Request? yass from @kaelyn-lobrutto24 “Can you do a Mitch imagine where he is on a mission and when he’s about to leave he hears crying and goes to the closet and finds the reader(who is 13 yrs old) in there and he tries to help but she flinches away but he tells her that she’s safe. And she doesn’t talk. When they get to the safe house he helps clean her up and tries to get her to talk and she does but she’s stuttering and crying. Sorry if this is confusing”

@kaelyn-lobrutto24 I hope you like it ! <3

Word count : 1644

Feel free to feedback ! Love you all ! <3

Mitch’s POV

It was a simple mission, in and out. I had one target, kill it and leave, as simple as that. But of course, things never happen the way you planned.

It was one of a terrorist group’s hiding place, where they would plan their attacks. It was one step further into fulfilling my revenge and kill all those sons of bitches that deserved it. I had eliminated all of them, they were hiding in a house and even though they basically lived there, they couldn’t hide from me.

I was about to leave when I heard a noise, I stopped to listen one more time to locate it and found out that it came from the closet of the bedroom. I loaded my gun ready to fire without hesitation. I opened it while aiming and saw a little girl that couldn’t be more than 12 or 13 years old. I hesitated for a second, should I shoot or not? She was a little girl but at the same time, she was an enemy. I aimed at her ready to pull the trigger but looked straight into her eyes seeing nothing but pain on her face. I decided against it, put my gun back in my belt and crouched to her level.

“I’m not going to hurt you, what’s your name?” I tried to make her feel safe but it didn’t seem to work, she had this look like I was a monster and was going to eat her.

“My name is Mitch, can you tell me yours?” I asked her gently, I tried to reach out but she jumped and wouldn’t let me help. I could see all the fear in her eyes like it was going to explode. Was it me that scared her like that or did the basterds harm her?

“Hey it’s okay, you’re safe, I’m not going to hurt you. I know you’re scared but there’s no need to be, I promise” I reassured her even though I didn’t know if it worked or if she just didn’t speak English.

“I can’t leave you here, you’ll be in danger, come with me, I know a place where you would be safe and where there’s a big forest with a big house and a man, well, you could say he’s not that bad, I think” I joked, to see if there was any response but none, she was probably still in shock.

I extended my hands to tell her to come with me without touching her and she began to stand up, I reached out to her carefully, paying attention on if he was okay with it. She didn’t say anything but let me carry her in a bridal style and took her out of the house. I tried to cover her eyes with my neck in order for her to not see the massacre I just caused.

We went out of the house and I placed her on the backseat of the car that I had to take to meet up at the checkout point. I smiled at her, trying to reassure her once more but she didn’t react, her face was completely blank. When I drove away from the house, I saw her turn away and look at it. It broke my heart a bit, I knew I did the right thing by taking these men down but I may have killed this poor girl’s family. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about that but I couldn’t stop worrying about how she felt at this very moment. I hope she’ll talk when we get back.

We finally arrived to the safe house and she still hadn’t say a word. I helped her climb out of the car, she observed all her surroundings, she seemed so fragile, so innocent, she reminded me of myself once upon a time when I was just an ordinary guy. We entered the house and I wished Stan was some place else for me to think about what I was going to tell him about the little girl that was holding on to my hand like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on my side today and I heard a voice stop us from going any further.

“Care to explain?” he asked firmly, probably expecting to be pissed about what I was going to say.

“I found her in a closet at their hideout, I couldn’t leave her there, she would have been killed or worse” I tried to explain myself, hoping he would understand knowing it was a long shot.

“Why did you do that” he sighed, “we can't look out for her, she belongs to the enemy, you know that they train their soldiers at a very young age, I didn’t think you were that stupid” Stan began to get mad, rightfully so, I guess but she was just a little girl.

“Look at her, Stan, do you really think she would harm someone, if she wanted me dead, she would have tried already, She can't be matured enough to come up with a plan of killing us all by pretending to be innocent”, I knew she wasn't bad, I didn’t know how but I knew.

Stan shook his head, not fully believing him but trusting him nonetheless.

“Just clean her up, she looks like she just received a bomb”, I nodded and began to walk away when I heard him call my name, I turned back and watched Stan walking closer to me

“Mitch, I trust you, you know I do, but if anything happens, you hear me, anything related to the fact that you brought a stranger here, I will not hesitate to kill her, I will not let anyone destroy what will built. she’s your responsibility, do not come to me for her, do you understand me? We’ll see what we can do with her later”, I gulped, Stan could be very intimidating at times but I understood why. I nodded and took the little girl back to the bathroom.

“There you go”, I sated her by the sink and began to wash her face, hoping it would bring her at ease, fear was still in her eyes, not that I could blame her, she clearly had been under a lot, probably even before I showed up to her house. I tried to make jokes but she didn’t react to them so I tried to boom her nose and she smiled, I was so happy at that moment, knowing that I made her smile. So I tried to tickle her and at that moment, she laughed so hard, I knew that it worked, we played for about ten minutes like that and it was amazing, it felt as if the world was bright again, I don’t think I've laughed like that since that day on the beach and it felt incredibly good to enjoy a moment like that.

After she was all cleaned up, I took her to my room, thinking she could use a good nap, maybe she would say more after. When she saw my room, her face lit up, it was like she discovered the holy grail, I found that both amazing and sad because my room had nothing exceptional, it was very simple, a cupboard, a desk and a bed in the middle. It made me wonder what kind of life and treatment she had, hoping she would open up someday. I put her on the bed, pushing the covers and tucked her in, at that moment, I saw tears prickled her eyes.

“Wow wow wow, it’s okay, no one is gonna hurt you, don’t worry, I'm here”, I went for hugging her, slowly in case she would flinch, but she didn’t, she actually gladly hugged me back and began to cry. I stroke her hair and held her tightly, to make her feel safe. It broke my heart to see a child like that, no one deserves to feel that way, especially a little girl, I began to cry as well, letting all the weight of my shoulders slip away. In a way, this hug helped me too, it brought me comfort and for the first time in forever, I felt at peace. When we broke the hug, I wiped away her tears and she did the same for me, it felt like we took care of each other and it was beautiful.

“Y/N” she spoke, my eyes went wide, she talked !

“What?” I couldn’t believe it.

“Y/N” she said again pointing at her, she was telling me her name, it was a sign that she trusted me enough to give me her name, it nearly brought tears to my eyes again.

“Y/N, that’s a beautiful name, I’m Mitch” I said, pointing at me, she smiled and tried to repeat it.

“Mitcccch” she said, accenting the end of my name. We laughed together and I saw her yawning so I tucked her well in the bed and told her to sleep or more tried to make her understand in gesture that she should sleep. I stayed with her until she was out, which was a matter of a couple minutes, she must have been exhausted.

I turned out the light and went by the door to leave when I looked at her sleeping, she looked so peaceful, it made me smile. Katrina would have wanted me to take care of her, she deserved a loving home.

“I will, Katrina, I promise” I whispered, and could imagine her smile behind me, proud of what I did for Y/N. I will keep her safe even if Stan doesn’t approve, I will take care of her and raise her as my own daughter, like he said, she is my responsibility now and I won’t let her down, I will make Katrina proud of me.

- Lou

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itsthe-neo-zone · 4 years

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Mendable Promises - Kang Chani SF9

Pairing: reader x chani

Warnings: none, its very angsty and with a spoonful of soft fluff!

Please enjoy and if you have any suggestions please do send them! :)

~Yixu xo

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"I'm leaving"

Two words was all it took to send me crashing down a tsunami of emotions and not the good ones either.

I sniffed trying to keep my tears from falling and breathe properly for some reason my nose blocked up and so did my chest.

Not letting me breathe properly.

Although I wouldn't blame chest pain on the fact that I was about to break a wave of tears. But on the man that was leaving my life.

I ran upstairs trying to get away from the others. Specifically from chanhee. I knew that if I was to look at his face I wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.

Rushing into the bathroom I grabbed to the sink my head feeling very light as I thought of the possible outcomes from this separation.

Each one looked worse than the other.

What if he has gotten bored of me and thought to travel and leave?

What if he met someone online and thought she was better for him and is traveling to live with them.

What if he hates me and doesn't want to see me again. Am I not good enough for him?

What if chanhee doesn't love me anymore?

I momentarily came back to focus hearing a light knocking on the bathroom door.

It was almost hesitant, as if the figure behind the door was weary of what's happening.

I stumbled to the door locking it quickly. I know it's him.

"baby, please open the door. It's me."

I shook my head at his words my throat to dry to speak up.

" ____, please we can talk about this."

"What? Talk about how you're leaving me and traveling away to God knows where doing God knows what." I wailed hearing his breath become shallow against the door.

"you know I don't want to leave you. I love you too much."

"yet you're still going!"

The tears fell faster than ever as they wet the shirt I was wearing.

I slam my head against the door and sink down to the floor unable to handle it anymore.

That's it, he was going and I had no say in it. I wasn't going to be part of his future.

"you broke your promise..."

*2 yrs ago*

I slammed the bathroom door shut hiding behind it.

I was young I had freedom and I wanted to explore love and life in my own way until my father decided it was best that he sold his own daughter away.

What a pathetic excuse for a family...

First my mother was sold off to my father and now it was my turn...

I sympathetically gazed at myself in the mirror the elegant shimmer of the white dress against my body made me want to rip it up in shreds.

"I don't want to be sold off like a toy, yet here I am!" I cried my voice sounding weak.

"I won't hurt you, I promise. Just please let me see you."

The hesitance was there, I didn't know anything about this man, he was a few years older than me but I was scared, so scared.

My hand was shaking as it grabbed the handle of the bathroom with iron grip.

At this point my hair was down, the veil was off and some of the makeup I had on smeared a little.

Practically a mess...

But when I opened the door the look on his face was compared to nothing, he looked at me like a starving man looks to food, like a moth attracted to the only light source there ever was.

I saw the genuine care in his eyes as I walked. Past him and into the shared bedroom we both owned now.

I walked in after a moment shutting the door behind him.

"I'll never hurt you, I won't even touch you and for tonight I'll sleep in another room but please don't let me be the reason why you're crying."

He murmured voice deep and full of sorrow for a second I felt guilty.

It wasn't his fault, he's in this mess just as much as I am. And I'm taking it out all on him when he doesn't deserve it.

After all, it was the adults who were behind this and not him.

He took his tie off and into his hands as he turned around and left.

~That night~

I wasn't used to sleeping in a large empty room myself.

The fact that this mansion was extremely ancient didn't help either.

Every few seconds you'd hear a cresk from the grand marble stairs the wooden handlebars squeaking or the howling whistle of the wind in the window frames creeping me out more than I'd like it to.

I wanted to go back to my old cosy room.

Nobody was here for miles, except one.

Chanhee...

I shuffles down the hall and entered the room he was staying in.

The moonlight leaked in sprawling onto his sleeping form.

He had changed into a soft shirt and black pants to sleep in as he rested his head on the pillow the hairs on his forehead splayed gorgeously on his calm face.

I crawled towards him standing at the foot of the bed. For a moment the thought came to sleep next to him.

But as i was about to, i stopped myself.

I was crazy to want to have such a thought. Turning around I was about to make my leave when his husky voice called out my name.

"what's wrong?"

"I'm not used to sleeping on my own in the cold. I'm scared."

Throwing my dignity away, I confessed what was on my mind.

"come here, love."

At those words my heart melted as I turned back hesitantly. He had gotten up and fixed himself, the shirt he was wearing wasn't fully buttoned.

I took a few steps forward and he got up leading me gently to his bed.

"its alright, I understand the place is new and weird, but we're engaged now. Don't feel like it's wrong to ever come to me."

I nodded as he knelt before me. Taking my hands in his.

"I'm sorry for leaving you without asking if you'd be ok, from now till we die you'll always be part of my life, my future and my everything."

I smile a little at his words as he looked up at me endearingly. He leaned closer whispering the last few words.

"I promise you."

His face was inches away from mine as the only thing I could hear was our breaths, the woowing wind outside and my rising heart beat.

He pressed his lips to mine as gently as possible. Even so he felt as light as a feather brushing against me.

My fingers entertwined with his as he continued leading the kiss.

I felt my body heat up from the warmth of his body and touch, the places where his skin met mine were on fire.

I loved the kiss it was something new, I had never felt before. It made me burn but shiver and feel all giddy and warm yet cold inside.

Chanhee made me feel alive...

I heard him push against the bathroom door, as I tried to quickly get up the speed hit my head too quickly as I fell down to the floor again.

He rushed by my side quickly grasping my figure towards him.

"You're so stubborn. I tell you to take the vitamins you need you ignore me, I tell you to eat well you ignore me again."

I whimper, shifting my head into his shoulder blades to hide from his gaze.

"Aish, please just do as I say. I'm so worried about you."

He hosist me up as he walks out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom. As he enters he kicks the door shut.

Gently setting me down on the bed as he crawls up from behind me caressing my shoulders.

"I know you're upset about me leaving. But you have to understand its not up to me. Circumstances have changed and I have to react."

I hum, his deep voice soothing me despite the pain I was feeling in my chest. I couldn't trust my voice to come out as even as I needed it to.

"I just can't bare the thought of not being around you for that long."

I quietly whisper feeling his fingers slowly moving the strands of hair to the side as he brought his head close to my exposed shoulders.

"we'll make it work. I promise, I'll call you as much as I can and I'll try tuo come for the holidays as much as I can."

His breath sending shivers down my back as he finally presses his lips to my skin.

The contact feeling like millions of tiny needles pressing gently onto my skin.

It felt hot and cold at the same moment.

"But please promise me you'll look after yourself and make sure you're doing fine."

He turns his head to the side facing me. "please, just for me?" he whispers gently.

I nod, "I'll try to. I promise."

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I feel like the English HP fandom has become more and more toxic over the yrs and with a new scandal popping up every like 30 sec from the creator it doesn't help. It's like ppl will judge you for liking certain things. I'm very grateful to have content producers such as you to still be around posting things and making things. it makes me feel less alone and alienated! also I love your writing. they are very cute makes me very happy. big love!!! Thank you for the great stuff!!

I don’t know why I can only seem to reply to any of these with crying gifs. 😂 But yes, I honestly feel you so, so much on this. I wasn’t sure at first if I wanted to get into it here and now, but I finally decided fuck it, I should be allowed to speak my mind - and I do want my followers to understand my stance! Especially since I haven’t been all that vocal about it (at least not in a Tumblr sense, but definitely in an irl sense, haha).

JKR has never had all that much love from me.

That might be shocking, considering HP has been my top book series - and really my #1 favorite thing pretty much of all time - since they started publishing, when I was about...8 years old? Or so???

But I’ve never been the type of person to automatically have unconditional love for a mainstream creator/actor/artist/etc. just because I really, really love what they create. I understand that they’re still a human being, separate from their work, and while the world they’ve brought to life might captivate me, I might not agree with them outside of it - and might even (in the case of JKR), like...hate them? A lot???

As a queer person, I think it goes without saying that her attacks on our community go beyond just a dumb creator mouthing off on their Twitter for me. I spent much of the time when all of that was going down with her this year in tears and panic attacks, flitting between yelling about how vile she is to me, and just sobbing because I felt like something I love so much was being taken from me.

You see...HP is more than just a book series to me. I’ve been in many times in my life where my love of this series - and my love of this fandom - have been my sole reason to get up in the morning. It’s what’s gotten me through so many hard times. Any of my followers who remember when I got sick a couple years ago might know what I mean...I don’t write as much as I would like anymore, but to be able to just be a part of this fandom at all, to continue supporting other creators and running my fests, brings me so much joy. I’ve kicked JKR out of the fandom in my mind - if I even feel she deserved to be in it in the first place. But like...I can’t rip the Dementor tattoo off my arm, and I’m not in the position to pay $1000s to get it lasered off. I shouldn’t be expected to throw out souvenirs and delete pictures from my own honeymoon just because we spent a day in Universal Hollywood back in 2016 when we were all pretty aware she was a piece of shit, but it wasn’t necessarily as much of a trending topic as it is today. And everyone calling for those kinds of things at the time were so...strange? to me? That they would condemn JKR’s hateful behavior, but then turn and be hateful to others who still love the series.

So yeah. I hate JKR. I condemn every horrible thing she stands for, and will do my best to actively work against it. And that’s not even getting into all the problematic things in the books themselves! But I’m not in a place mentally where I can let HP go. Maybe someday I will be. Maybe not. But either way, know that you will never encounter any hate or judgement from me - I reserve all that for JKR herself. I want those of us who are still here to be able to like what we like, not like what we don’t, and to work to create a better, more inclusive, more loving fandom than JKR could ever dream of in her tiny, extremely biased little TERF mind.

Of course, fully respect anyone who feels differently. If JKR’s actions have forced you to step away from HP fandom, that is totally understandable, and I’m so so sorry for all the hurt she’s caused. 🖤 For those who are still in fandom because they think it’s absolutely fine and cool what she’s doing, and don’t see any reason to look any deeper into the numerous other awful things being represented in her works - well, I don’t think I need to tell you where you stand with me, but suffice to say, you and I are not going to be friends any time soon. Those of you who are still here, like me, feeling conflicted and just wishing so hard to be able to engage in this thing that’s always brought us so much peace and happiness - I see you, and my heart goes out to you. 💕

All that to say, thank you so, so much, anon, for all you’ve said here. It means the world to me as well to still have lovely people such as yourself to share this fandom with. I hope you’re doing good, and much love from me as well! 🖤🌈🖤

#sorry to go into all of that anon lol #i went way tf off before i said to myself #maybe they also mean ship and character wars and things????#which yeah fuck that shit too #let people like what they like #it's fiction ffs #fangqueen speaks

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 17

IN THIS EPISODE OF CRYING CAT GALLERY:

“Nice?” Cinder laughed under her breath once, and returned to examining her threads. “Oh, come on, Glynda. Favor isn’t in my vocabulary, remember? It’s just a shame about your cape. The emblem looked good, and your new outfit would look much better with it. That’s all.”

CINDER FALL IS REALLY BAD AT NOT BEING GAY ON MAIN

we’re bacc baby B) let’s hop right in

When Glynda awoke from her dream of being consumed,

alright calm down we’ve literally JUST started we’ve literally JUST woken up can we chill Out,

“Cinder?” she yawned, surveying the room.

sneak peek of that Sweet Domestic Life we dream of once this enemies-to-lovers malarkey reaches the ‘lovers’ bit but no we’re just surrounded by enemies. two of them being the writers!

Still, she couldn’t go wandering around Cinder’s apartment in only her underwear, but rooting through the drawers and closet didn’t seem—

STEAL HER CLOTHES BABY!!!! PRACTICALLY MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The clothes didn’t seem Cinder’s size or style; they were casual and soft, a black t-shirt and steel-gray sweatpants.

okay but the idea of cinder getting up and being like ‘do i have ANYTHING this Unit of a woman will fit into’ and like actually having to think abt it and then folding em up and leaving em there like ‘hope she finds em okay’????? peak. absolutely peak. shes so gay but does she know it? no,

The fabric had enough give to make it work, even if only barely, and she looked in the mirror to see the loungewear looking more like tight athletic wear. Funny that.

kc and diesel envisioning this: oh yes. oh YES. ohhohughohguhghuhu yessssssssss--

She had—trusted? Been trusted? She had told Cinder fragile little things, and had heard similarly earnest words in return. It had been strange. Nice.

i love glynda like. feeling out of the edges of her own comfort and Pleasant Feelings with this almost-wariness? like every word she uses to describe it just Edges a little closer to Softness but she has to taste the word first to see if it fits. her narration is SO fun 2 read yall what the shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

This was Cinder’s house. It wasn’t just any house. These were Cinder’s belongings, Cinder’s resting places, and she was wandering around without Cinder.

Voyeuristic was putting it mildly. Glynda needed to find Cinder, fast.

HJGDKJGHDFSSDF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glynda just. losing it at such LITTLE THINGS is so goddamn funny jesus christ. this is cinders house!!! her THINGS!!! fuck she NAPS IN HERE. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

god i love how soft this is. i know exactly why this is happening and i know exactly how [REDACTED], but i’m living for this moment. living IN it.

Spread out on the table was a wanted poster with a mugshot of Cinder on it, defaced with black permanent marker and crease marks.

cinder: yeah they didnt get the eyebrows sharp enough and im mad abt it

“Well, your clothes are in the wash.” Cinder said, turning around, coffee in hand. It was so…domestic. “It would help if you had more than one set.”

shouting from a distance: you two should get MARRIED

“You’ve been wearing the same dress the entire time I’ve known you.”

look at these lil JABS... the JESTS... the JOQUES... i cant believe theyve been married 10 years already. im also deeply enjoying how very indulgent this section is. I Am Seeing,

Glynda scoffed, and when Cinder reached for the sugar on the counter, she gave it a subtle nudge with her Semblance. It slid out of Cinder’s reach.

JESUS CHRIST LOOK AT THIS WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! soulmates.

Cinder shrugged, still looking elsewhere. “Mercury thought it was funny.”

“Mercury?”

cinder: my son and BOY. and, one day, yr son and boy, tho he won’t take it lying down.

Cinder scoffed. “You just don’t appreciate my good tastes.”

i feel like the evidence is truly stacking up to very much prove this statement wrong but u kno what lets let her figure that one out for herself

“A souvenir from the brats,” she said. “And a letter excusing the mess they made of the place.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS

She said, “I just didn’t know you had kids.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS

“It’s fine,” said Cinder tersely, but not harshly. “It isn’t wise to advertise in my business, so keep it to yourself.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD YES that little like... indirect admittance that em and merc r basically her own kids is a fucking BLESSING from ON HIGH are you SEEING THIS SHIT????????????? we have been fed today. my crops r watered and my lambs bouncing over the green fields as we feast. what a moment. wow. what a chapter.

When Cinder finally finished hers and rose to get another cup, Glynda allowed some of her thoughts to solidify. She said, “I want new clothes.”

as a side note, i think it rly shows the strength of the writing that the feeling of the narrative can change so much, esp when u take into consideration that we jump between the points of view of TWO characters? like with cinder we’ve gone from sheer fury to gruesome sickness, and with glynda we’ve gone from Complete Dissociation to this gentle and soft morning and you can feel it absolutely fluffing up in every word! still love how good the writing in this fic is its NUTS

Cinder shrugged. Her usual clothes were still in the wash; right now, she was wearing high-waisted black pants and a loose top tucked in.

diesel i want you to know im thinking abt what u said abt the high-waisted pants mods in sims 4 and im giggling

The necklace with Glynda’s earring hung from her throat.

i didnt mention it before but this is the... second time this chapter its been explicitly mentioned? and i know we could be like ‘ah the MEANING’ but honestly im like glynda r u rly not over the bobbies y

“You aren’t dead in there, are you?” came Cinder’s voice.

“No.”

“Well. At this pace, I will be before we get out of here.”

cinder, who probably once spent 7+ hours choosing an outfit: look its only cool if i do it, dipshit,

Unsnapping the lone earring left to her, she brought it to her collar and fixed it there, under the clasped button to dangle just over her sternum.

When she stepped out of the changing room, Cinder looked up. A slow dawn of interest eclipsed the boredom on her face. Glynda stood very still as her gaze flowed up and down again, pausing over the earring.

Cinder touched the matching one hanging from her own neck, almost in surprise. She cleared her throat. Her tone was very deliberately mocking: “Cute.”

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD are we for SERIOUS right now??? jesus christ. jesus christ. we’ve moved on past married now this is ride-or-die shit right here what the FUCK. jesus CHRIST. theres- i- i have THOUGHTS on this matter that are spoilery and so i will SIT ON THIS EGG but HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT

“Nothing,” Cinder said, smoothing her expression into something unreadable. “I was just thinking—nevermind.”

no, no, go on, speak yr mind, please do, because if u were abt to offer to embroider that shit then PLEASE say it aloud for the audience at home

“If I was a cop, you’d already be in jail.”

“You’re welcome to try to take me in, darling.”

im sure its obvious but im BESIDE myself @ this flirting. im losing it. this is SUCH a treat and i KNOW that [REDACTED] [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“That’s because of your—” Cinder was already gone. Glynda pressed her lips together, but watched her go. Rolling her eyes, she finished, “—Grimm tattoos.”

Whatever. She could gloat about figuring it out later.

/CHOKES

WHAT

@kc and diesel: CALL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK

okay okay. wait. okay. wait. theres. wait. okay. i cant. am i safe to say anything. probably not. so. im not gonna. but. you WILL be seeing me in dms, friends,

okay okay im moving on im gonna. keep going. okay. okay. im going. (but i will be in dms)

there was a brief discussion of dinner: namely, that neither of them wanted to make it.

oh god why is this me

“Give me your new cape.”

“What?”

Finally looking up, Cinder said, “Your cape. Let me have it, and I’ll put your emblem on it.”

THANK YOU MA’AM AND THANK YOU FOR READING THE FIC HAS ENDED ITS ALL OVER WITH!!!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!!! WE RODE THIS WHOLE TRAIN TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORTUNATELY IF ONLY IT WERE SO EASY.

Glynda ignored it for the time being and sent the vector of her emblem to Cinder.

i deeply love the idea of all hunters and huntresses carrying a vector of their emblem JUST IN CASE,,, SMTHNG HAPPENS,,, its right alongside the list of their next of kin and their will and testament,

Cinder Fall was a name built on Dust and money and extravagant demonstrations.

But Cinder Fall was also a woman with a family. A home. A favorite blend of coffee.

this is absolutely kicking me in the dick for reasons i cant say but also for reasons of SNOFT because oh my god. this is. like. this is why i rly vibe w. cinder in this fic and is also like one of my favourite characterisations of cinder of ALL TIME (which is why all my fav cinder fics typically have it as a Theme). shes SO good and SO dimensional and i just. god. GOD. i LOVE HER!!!!!!!!! ID DIE FOR HER!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA CINDER FALL IS MY ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL

It felt like being told a secret, like being told a thousand secrets, and not knowing what to do with them. All she could do was hold them in her palms, delicate as she could, trying not to break anything.

GIMME ARMS TO PRAY WITH INSTEAD OF ONES THAT HOLD TOO TIGHTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /goes apeshit

And because of that, Glynda asked, “Do you have any more stories?”

Without looking up, Cinder drawled, “About Witches?”

“Or dragons.”

Gold flickered her way.

👈😳👈

“They’d already been built by the Witches that came before her,” Cinder replied. “But she’d been a headmaster at one of them, and a teacher before that.”

Something in Glynda’s chest gleamed.

lore lore lore lore LORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lets GET THAT LORE as i peer blearily thru tears,

“...You haven’t just been pretending not to remember things, have you?”

firstly: called out lmao JHGSDFKJHGFSD and SECONDLY:

“The moon?” Cinder made a face. “I’m not sure if it’s that literal. Your soul is powerful, but it’s not a physical thing. Besides, the moon is…”

“Broken,” Glynda finished for her.

“Yeah.”

hm what a fascinating thing hm how interesting hm hm HMMMM 👈🤔👈

Even as they ate, they both seemed lost in their own heads, but somehow, to Glynda, it seemed perfectly clear that both of them were wondering the same thing.

wait glynda. hey glynda. did u uh. ever. did u uh. text winter back or w

WE DID IT CHAPTER 17!!!!!!!!!!! this was a Lot (4,500 words? yall better be careful before those 10k chapters return to Haunt Us) and was also, a Lot. holy shit. theres. i. id make a spoiler edition but tbh its just the SAME SPOILER thats like. rly driving this chapter. i know what its for. i know it. i feel it. dont trust winter more like dont trust the writers

ANYWAY I LOOK FORWARD (?) EAGERLY (???) to chapter 18, unsure when the vibes will turn rancid for the worse. when. honey. theres a big storm coming.

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog #what the HELL just happened

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shinkookiefanfiction · 4 years

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SHE'S MY NOONA

Chapter 26

It has been 3 days now and Min ah was preparing to leave, manager Park was already at the door removing Min ah's lagages and keeping them in the van. Min ah was now standing bidding her best friend shin hye and Go ara who both them came with their husbands.

"Min ah we are really gonna miss you." Go ara cried as she tightly hugged her " Go ara your really gonna kill me." Min ah smiled as she let go " I can't believe your really leaving us." Shin hye smiled "you.....when you go there please don't forget us or where your from." Shin hye cried wishing Min ah a good life " why would i forget you two....my life could be nothing without you guys." Min ah also cried as the three friends couldn't tear apart though it was time.

" but will you be okay....I heard you and kook..broke up." Go ara slowly asked as Min ah remained speachless " yah why bring him up?" Shin hye complained to Go ara " it's okay guys don't let my relationship destroy your friendship with him." Min ah continued speaking as she gave one last hug to her friends.

She was now going out heading to the van when the met with Eun woo who was in the way " Eun woo?" Min ah got a bit suprised but smiled after seeing her childhood friend " congrats on being accepted in London....you must be happy." He ruffled my hair " yah! You can't do that i just did my hair you know." I cried joking as he laughed " you know I'll miss you right?" Eun woo gave me a smile making me hug him.

Min ah's P.O.V

After all the chitchat and goodbyes, we finally reached the airport where I saw Taehyung with Jimin...my eyes started looking and searching for him but he wasn't there...what was I even expecting? Tae and Jimin unexpectedly ran towards me and hugged me. I could smell perfume from their clothes and it smelled really nice.

"We brought you some white lilies for a good success, it's small but we hope you like it." Tae handed the lilies to me. All this seemed like a dream I was going to cry that i pulled them both for a hug. " I'll miss all of you guys." I muttered to them as they hug me back. It was about time when Mr Park said the flight was going to take off.

I turned to leave as my heart ached and sinked with just a sight of leaving them. I couldn't take it but stop and cry when Tae ran towards me. He stoped infront of me " I can't do this." I cried " I know it's hard for you but Jungkook really loves you, I've never seen him so mature after meeting you." All I did was just smile " the truth is don't let this chance pass 'coz Jungkook had to this for you." I didn't get what you mean." I rubbed off my tears.

In the plane

"Actually the truth is Jennie threatened him and he knew about your dream that's why he decided to save your dream by breaking up with you which is really hard for him." I recalled what Tae said to me as he returned the bracelet to me.

My tears slowly fall from my eye blaming my heart that i thought he betrayed me while it's all my fault. I then promised that i would take care of myself and come back to him. I looked at the pictures of him in my phone with a smile. I just pray he'll still love me.

5 years later

Min ah is seen gorgeously infront of background taking pictures. She was really famous now in London because she was natural and very good. She was taking a break when her manager Mrs

The BTS had become a great hit in the world moving alot of inspiring and motivational music and great dancers and greatest groups in Korean receiving every awards in shows.

And now after a year of disbanding each have continued with what they opt to. For Rap monster he's a best producer and song writer, Jin he's now a famous actor and ballad singer,MC while Suga he's also a producer and pianist in different shows, J hope he's the greatest dancer in S.korea, comedian, MC and solo singer and for Jimin also a dance teacher and singer, for Taehyung he's a famous model, actor and solo singer who opened modelling school and lastly Jungkook who is a solo artist, model for different brands because of he's muscular handsome body and also opened a restaurant with memory of he's ex girlfriend.

Ps: he broke up with Jennie after a few month 5 yrs before.

Today they were all having a reunion party with an interview for both the boys. " So how do you boys feel everytime you meet?" She asked " well we feel happy because it reminds us of our teens and the times we happily had." Namjoon laughed as they all laughed together. They were asked different questions till " so since you guys are now free to date what are your plans for your love lives like marry or are you dating someone?" She asked ad the boys nervously and awkwardly laughed " I'm just asking if you have anyone in mind so you can let the fans know."

" Actually I'm dating someone." Taehyung smiled as the interviewee laughed " she's really lucky." She continued laughing "since you guys aren't going to be open, I'll ask individually these fan questions that everyone has been curious and disturbed." " Ooh why do i smell something scary." J hope cried.

"Okay I'll start." So the interviewee just continued asking as some opened up never to date or others dated during their band.

" Okay this last questions has been disturbing fans and Jungkook ready to answer. The young maknae got suprised as his hyungs laughed. He looked pretty manly as his chest was revealed by his white loose shirt he was wearing and tight blue jeans with black messy hair. " owky Jungkook fans are asking the restaurant you opened is that you opened it dedicating it to your ex girlfriend, is it true?" " ne but I once had a relationship with her and she would take me to the restaurant and cook for me, she played a motherly and wife role that's why I must have loved her." Jungkook smiled nervously every time he talked about her.

" you must have really loved her but why did you break up and date Jennie?" Jungkook smile a little faded " it's actually personal." " Okay we want to know if you are recently dating or planning to marry someone?" They all laughed " yah sometimes I think Jungkook will be the first to marry in our group." His hyungs teased him.

" Actually I'm currently single and not planning to date." " Really?" " ne but I do have someone in mind." Jungkook nervously smiled.

After the interview the boys board a van together " you know she's going to be back tomorrow will you be Okay?" Jin asked as the boys were aware that Min ah was coming back. " You guys are to much worried I'm okay." " Ooh in the interview, whom were you talking about? Was is...Min ah?" Jimin cried curiously. " yah what kind of question is that isn t it obvious that it is Min ah!?" J hope hit Jimin as the boys laughed " isn't that right?" Jungkook could only look at his friends and smile with a nod.

"You should invite us to your wedding soon, I bet your family will like her since they want you to marry soon enough. " J hope continued " marry?! Isn't that too soon..yah your really young you should enjoy your youth." Jin and the other hyungs envied. " I don't care about marriage as long as it is with the girl I love." He gently spoke with a smile.

" Yah! You really know how to make others jealous. " Jimin and Jin cried when they were each dropped to their homes. Jungkook's house was a huge mansion made with glass it was really gorgeous. That night he washed up and went to make dinner for himself as he admired his meal and remembered Min ah. The two really were happy, he had never been that happy till when he met her who shared eachothers happiness and sadness. " will she be able to forgive me and start over." He thought for himself laying on his sofa as he looked at his glass of wine.

Meanwhile

Min ah is seen having photo shoot. She lookes really beautiful with a long tight dress posing every style, she looked really natural. Min ah smiled she was stealing every staffs heart. " Good, excellent, well done and beautiful, sexy!." The photographer kept on complimenting her as she posed looking gorgeous.

Later she went to her room very exhausted, she didn't know her new life would be so tiring " I guess the boys must have been this tired." She said to herself lying on bed as she looked at her screen. Just then her assistant came in and helped her. Her name is Pu reum she's such a talkative girl and she really had a crush on Jungkook in bts she was a big fan and whenever she talked about them Min ah would not reply but smile.

She really missed the boys but she mostly missed him though she really hated the fact that he didn't see her off to the airport and was dating Jennie and now she was going back to her home where she had to debut the day after she wondered if she was going to be Okay if she finally meets him.

That night before the flight she kept practicing her first encounter with Jungkook what she would say or do. " Annyeong you must be Jungkook right, I'm Min ah -" she was disappointed she wanted to hurt him make him regret for leaving her or should she just ignore him? She kept wishing all those thing but in her heart she truly longed for him, she wanted to embrace him and kiss him. She was truly greedy.

Just then her new manager came to her "ready for flight." He asked with a smile as Min ah just noded. " ne I'm ready."

After 1 day that night

The day had finally arrived. It was the day where celebrities came and got awarded for best music, group, movie, tv shows and female and male idol and model and to those debuting.

Celebrities of different sectors arrived as fans screamed and cheered for them. It was really a happy wild night since many celebrities were beautifully looking and there clothes were very stylish looking as they line up posing for the camera flashing infront of them. Even new couples people didn t expect.

BTS had just arrived getting out of the black limo wearing stylish and fabulous suit that got everyone's attention and fans would scream even more as the girls got crazy and from a distance there were Blackpink and Jennie was also there she moved on dating Kai from Exo.

The boys moved in the red carpet when another black limo stoped and slowly the manager came out opened the limo...It was like time paused and before she was even out everyone was already staring even the celebrities on the red carpet. Then that's when she came out. She was wearing a white dress and trim her hair short. She really looked pretty and young. The boys managed to see her bit Min ah didn't see them first though she might have noticed their presence she couldn't turned especially to the one who was mostly staring at her. She walked down the red carpet smiling with her pose as some fans cheered for her.

Jungkook couldn't move his eyes were tearly and fixed on her. She was some distance away. He didn't know if he had to be overwhelmed or be sad for her. The boys had to move and get in as Jungkook didn't realize till Tae had to drag him " yah let's go you are staring too much. " he whispered as the two got in and without realizing Min ah was stealing glances.

#fame #love #reunion #heartlove

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the half of it liveblog

LET’S GO I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE MARCH hi. my name is abby, and this is me watching the half of it

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

i have big gay expectations for this movie

as an asian wlw, i do NOT want to be disappointed

starting NOW

fuck YES this animation is beautiful

plato. this movie is already calling out my dumb gay ass

they did really good casting with ellie! imagine having a movie with high schoolers that LOOK LIKE HIGH SCHOOLERS

chugga chugga chu chu? SQUARE UP BITCH

OMG paul and ellie’s first meeting is iconic

“i’m not looking to cheat” “no one is”

“gET a thESaURus uSE a speLLcHecKer gOOd luCk rOMeo”

this is an accurate representation of hold times istg

IS THIS A MEET CUTE?!

aster looks so tired but wowowowowow she is hecking beautiful

ellie is a disaster gay

exhibit 1: staring at aster in band

exhibit 2: “i’m ellie chu?!?!?!”

exhibit 3: more staring in the hallway

staring/longing is the peak gay experience

she is FINALLY charging acceptable prices for writing

i’d ask $15 for two page

maybe she just loves writing

can’t relate

“SHE’S LIKE ALL THREE” paul you eloquent mf

he’s a ROMANTIC... but so bad with words omg

“yah my grandma’s dead wanna go out with me”

“love makes you screwy. don’t you get screwy?”

istg you dumb jock ily

in love, one always starts by deceiving oneself... and ends by deceiving others

PAUL OMG

i LOokED uP PLaiGiAriZed

...

wow i had to stop for like 8 minutes there to properly watch their letters play out

the way alice wu spins this story is absolutely gorgeous

aster and ellie are so in sync and understanding of each other

the art, the words, the letters

everything just meshes together perfectly and i’m already in love with their story, whether or not there’s a happy ending

oh ho ho... paul....

no but he’s totally right

dating is burgers and fries and ice cream and whatnot

love is what ellie and aster have been doing– the talking and the listening and the understanding

smithcorona ahaha

“i love... nazis” paul you good there

oh honey you understand nothing

LMAO i love how ellie’s riding away on her bike and paul’s just bent over in the background PERFECTLY poised to pick up a rock

YES! jock + lesbian friendship

“hi ellie chu’s dad” has the same energy as “mr. jack’s dad” and “mr. sir” if u know what i’m talking about (check, please! mutuals hi)

yeSSIR yeSSIR

i love how paul just treats this like drills he has to run

jocks, man

PFPDFSLDKJF HE GOT FASTER AHAHAHA

why do neither of them know how to play ping pong istg

i love one (1) girl that laughs at horror movies

omg my anxious ass would be terrified if i thought someone was watching me

oh, i thought that line was about aster

but it still makes sense in a friendship way

and this IS a friendship movie so it does make sense

my coward ass would’ve never brought a boy home in high school

especially not to my enthusiastic italian father

besides i only ever dated one person and she was a girl and i hadn’t come out to my parents yet

kudos to ellie

oh i just realized that aster’s christian

does that influence her views on lgbtq?

probably

oh, ellie

watching that made me tear up

god, falling for someone who doesn’t know that you’re you

this english teacher is fckin hilarious

and also totally not a romantic lmao

OMG FATHER SHANLEY

AHAHAHAHA

“world’s asleep. more room for secrets”

now THAT’S what love feels like

falling in love with the little things

wait he doesn’t say “you like aster?”

THEY SCAMMED US

...does he support her or not

paul munsky say something

oh he realizes that he doesn’t know what love is not that ellie likes aster

“if love isn’t the effort you put in”

i love this friendship and paul’s quiet wisdom

oh boy there are weird chewing noises

TACO SAUSAGE!

aww paul’s a romantic and ellie’s hilarious

seeing “guy” makes my heart hurt

aw ellie have a little faith in our dumb jock <3

this is so cute and super awkward

i feel like i did this at some point in high school

OMG PAUL WHAT ARE YOU DOING

what just happened

awww he’s so enthusiastic

bitch what the fuck is “a look”

CONSENT

wtf is this a fucking rave

WTF ARE YOU BITCHES DOING

are high schools like this now??? is everyone fucking horrid?

yes girl play your song

wait a sec can they all hear her without a mic

she wrote that? that’s so sweet <3

awwwwwwww

but that’s so cliché

it’s literally high school musical

oh boy now she’s POPULAR?

i love their friendship so much

OOP

awwww I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP

omg what? shoes in the house? shoes ON THE BED? DISGRACE PAUL MUNSKY

jk him caring for her is literally so cute

i’m glad we can have that platonically

she did that for him? aww

the way she spits out the advil is hilarious

OMG ASTER?!?

i bet she thinks ellie and paul are dating

oof

“it’s paul’s chinese friend” who the FUCK do you think you are? STEP THE FUCK UP KAREN

oh it’s the daisy!

it’s gorgeous

i feel like aster definitely suspects something

OH THEY’RE SPENDING THE DAY TOGETHER

i have no idea what she does at the station?!?

“SECRET PLACE” oh lawd

aster definitely knows it’s ellie

i wish i had a secret pond

but alas

i am just a poor city girl

ellie is a disaster gay and i am living for it

LONG UNDERWEAR ellie is prepared for all situations

paul is so sweet that’s adorable

“i don’t think i’ve ever hung out with a girl and not talked about boys before” the GAY is showing and i love it

but love isn’t about feeling safe

it’s about feeling adventurous but being safe

you’re in HIGH SCHOOL why tf r u thinking about marriage?

oml don’t get married to trig he’s a fucking idiot

i lowkey thought they were going to kiss

and then ellie “i am a RUSSIAN DOLL of clothing!!1!1!”

sdlkfjsdlkf

AHADHSFDSJFLDSKFJLESKF PAUL LOOKS SO NERVOUS

when my asian mom did this, my white dad would look just like him, even after literally decades of marriage

WOAH the visuals

just... two people looking at the same sky

so intimate

“gravity is matter’s response to loneliness”

that’s so deep but all i can think of is r/showerthoughts

just two girls discussing their deepest beliefs and secrets in a spring

i would like to do that pls

lmao ellie’s dad and paul are besties now

oh ellie

COLLEGE you deserve to go to college!

omg aster and paul’s height difference

paul’s siblings are hilarious lmao

SLDKFJSDL “A BUNCH OF GUYS SNIFFING EACH OTHERS’ BUTTS” is maybe the most accurate description of high school sports

guess all that running really paid off paul

“squahamish scores for the first time in 50 yrs” i-

ellie trying to finesse the yakult is the funniest thing

what the FUCK just happened

what

that was like watching a train wreck in slo-mo

paul WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

WHAT THE FUCK

dkjlsfdksjlfkldsjf

i have zero words.

...trig

is he ok

who sprayed him? was it paul or ellie’s dad??

oh god literally all three of them are ruined

paul! he’s trying! and that matters!

he’s been taught to condemn it

but he supports his friend first and foremost

so he tries to understand and accept it

...oh no paul’s mother

ellie looks so sad :(

ugh i’m crying

she had to grow up too quickly because of her mother’s death

“have you ever loved someone so much you don’t want anything about them to change?”

i’m so emotional

SKSKSK “i had to grind something” homophobic mother looks up

the fuck is “little lady”

oh i get it he’s proposing

trig is literally the human manifestation of microaggression

ASTER DON’T DO IT

ELLIE?!

the painting metaphor is back and i am not ok

AND I OOP- she slapped him ok ok ok

“mommy wants you to know that in case you are gay, mommy still loves you” “no mom i’m not gay” “thank god” “i might want to change your sausage recipe though” “are you INSANE?” THIS IS AN EXACT PARALLEL to when bitty came out and mama bittle still loved him but then the JAM (hello again check please mutuals if ur still here ily)

lmao the english teacher “now that is some divine intervention” she is neutral evil and i am LIVING for it (bet she’s wlw too)

“you don’t mean dead, right” SLDFKJSDL

“love is messy and horrible and selfish... and bold.” -ellie chu

that’s fucking beautiful

aster looks... so tired

COLLEGE YES SHE’S GOING TO COLLEGE

i have no words i just want to watch this and cry

they kissed.

they KISSED.

“i’ll see you in a couple of years”

i love that they don’t end up together

that they know that they should wait, that it’s not their time yet

because love is “the trying, and the reaching, and the failing”

ellie looks so happy

she’s comfortable in her own skin

FINALLY

she deserves everything

omg the emojis slap

her dad’s conductor? station master? idk but he’s working again and i’m so proud of him

is paul seriously giving her sausage

lmao

“too smart to be crying on the platform like a wussy” “i’m not crying” “wussy” underrated exchange of the year

paul chasing after ellie on the train is so sweet

i’m sobbing

“moron”

ugh

she looks so content and i love that for her

that’s the end

if you made it this far, congrats!

overall 10/10

it’s such a sweet movie it’s well paced, well written, and well shot

time to go see if there’s any fic

bye!

#the half of it #liveblog #leah lewis #alexxis lemire #daniel diemer #alice wu #ellie chu #paul munsky #aster flores

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