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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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thunderstorms / martin ødegaard

author's note: OMG THIS GIF????? dead. i'm in love. anyways, here it is. the tittle's pretty self explanatory, but had this idea once i realised i'm not the biggest fan of thunderstorms. not the best i've ever written buuuut it's fluff and 2 idiots in love who think it's unrequited when it's not so it's good for my heart. anywayssssss too much talking.

summary: you never quite liked thunderstorms -not as a child and, surprisingly, not now either. it hadn't been a problem until you moved out of your parent's house, living with martin now, who didn't really know about your secret.

wc: 1.5 k. words.

you knew that, being a twenty-something woman, you should have grown out of your fear of thunderstorms: everyone had it, at some point in their life, but it quickly had faded away: long forgotten or just outgrown it. except, unfortunately, you hadn't.

having recently moved in with martin, your best friend, you hadn't found a reason to tell him. you knew it was stupid anyways, and with how often he was away, if any storms was to break out suddenly you could just turn the music up, like you did when you lived with your parents, and hope it ends sooner than later. basically, it hadn't appeared to be a problem. at least, not until now.

when you woke up today, and checked the weather app -like you always did before going to work-, you saw the little icon signaling a thunderstorm coming later today. but being as stubborn as you were, you didn't want to believe it. your mother always used to say that the weather wasn't an exact science, and a gush of wind could turn the whole calculations on their feet. but, even if you wanted to believe your mother, you knew that sooner or later you luck would run out.

you had arrived a couple of hours ago, having made dinner and quietly gone back up to your room, expecting the inevitable to happen. you had heard martin come in too, not too long after you. but you knew he might be tired from training, and you didn't want to bother him too much.

it had been pouring down for almost 30 minutes now, the noise cancelling earphones turning to be useless while the vibrations from the thunder seemed to creep under your bones. you knew annoying martin with such childish concerns wouldn't make anything better -hell, he couldn't call down the thunderstorm, no matter what he did-, but anyways, you found yourself right at his door, knuckle hitting slowly the wood to draw his attention. maybe, if you were lucky, he would already be asleep.

"martin, hi," was the first thing you said when the door opened and you saw his broad frame. he was in sweatpants and no shirt, and you had to focus really hard not to look at him too long. his disheveled hair made you aware that he was, in fact, sleeping, and you only felt dumber about it. "sorry to wake you up".

"hey, no. wasn't asleep yet", he lied, voice still hoarse while smiling tiredly. "everything okay?".

almost on cue, a thunder struck, making you jump involuntarily and prompting martin to extend his arms towards you. "y/n, are you okay?", he asked, palms softly going up and down your arm, trying to calm you down. "it might sound kinda silly but i-i'm afraid of thunderstorms," you confessed, cheeks heating up under his attentive piercing blue stare. stumbling onto his words, probably due to the sleep that still clouded his brain. not that he would ever admit to you that yeah, he was awoken by your presence. "you can sleep here if that'll make you feel better". he quietly added, overthinking whether he had sounded too forward. "i mean, if you want?".

the little laugh that emanated from you not only eased his worries, but it warmed up his heart, like it always did. you shyly got into the room, with martin closing the door softly behind your frame. the room, even dark as it was, still could be recognised as his: his fragrance intoxicating in the best way.

"you know you can get closer, right?”. martin is the first one to speak once you’ve settled under the covers. you didn’t want to annoy him, again, so you had resolved to sleep as far away from his body as possible. “you’ll fall and hurt yourself, y/n.”

"you're already doing too much. i don't want to bother you any further".

he chuckled at your reasoning. "nonsense. come on, come closer".

martin extended his arms, fingertips just barely touching the skin of your shoulders. he did it softly, force just enough to turn you from your side to your back, facing the ceiling now. he smiled involuntarily at the sight, your features softly illuminated by the light coming from the outside, before swiftly turning to face him. you never liked to sleep on your back.

the storm was still going as strong as before, but now, you had something else to focus on. or someone. being this close was already dangerous enough, you thought. his body heat radiating, reminding you that he was very much there didn’t help, either, and the effects were worse than you could have anticipated. you doubted what was worse: facing the night scared for the thunderstorm, or for fucking it all up now, with martin so close to you.

what you didn't know was that martin was struggling just as much.

even if he didn't know, he was slowly but surely falling in love with you. it had started as a silly crush, really, even before asking you to live with him. he hadn't done it with any ulterior motives: he knew you needed a place to stay, and being good friends for quite some time it wouldn’t be such a crazy idea to propose you to live with him. i’m not even there half of the time, he assured: and he was right. what he couldn’t forewarn was how he would react when the two of you were under the same roof. the domesticity of it all is what lulled him in in the end: how easy you seemed to fit into his life, -not that he asked it from you-, how cute you looked when you were making coffee for the both of you, how your hair rested softly on your shoulder, messy bed hair adorning your beautiful face.

the daydreaming, more like nightdreaming? had gone so far in martin's head that he hadn't noticed the little "i love you" that fell from his lips, breathy and almost inaudible. if it was muttered five seconds after, you would have been deeply asleep, lulled by the way martin was playing with your hair, fingers treading on the streaks. the confession would have slipped past you if you weren’t on the verge of consciousness, the norwegian’s voice being the silver string that brought you back. "what?".

"god, you scared me”, he said, bringing a hand to rest on his beating heart. “thought you were asleep". you asked, again, now eyes wide open, trying to get even the smallest glimpse of his face. "what did you say?".

"i don't really know. maybe i talk in my sleep and i didn’t know until now,” he jokes, and although you're quite disappointed about it, you give the benefit of the doubt. "oh. okay."

you know it’s dumb, really. you hadn't even heard him clearly to begin with, but the possibility of hearing your roommate say “i love you” had made your stomach turn slightly, and now, instead, you couldn’t help but feel kinda disappointed, even if you reprimanded yourself for even thinking about it. he was giving you so much already, what more could you possibly want?

but if martin ødegaard prided himself for something, was being perceptive. he knew how to recognise patterns, sense if something had changed in the behavior of one of his teammates that could hint at any problems that needed fixing inside the squad: that’s why he was captain, both at arsenal and his national team. and due to this, he could sense how your tone dropped, seemingly disappointed at his vague answer. yeah, he was in too deep, but he realized what he had said.

"hypothetically speaking, if i had said something, what would you think about it?".

"depending on what you said”.

he had continued playing with your hair all throughout the interaction, but getting closer to the strands that adorned your face now. "tell me what you've heard," martin insisted with a mischievous tone. "that you loved me,” you whispered, questioning tone at the end of the sentence and quickly shifting your gaze into his eyes away, involuntarily falling at his lips. you saw the smirk that played on his face before he said "yeah, wasn't such a surprise, wasn’t it?" and slipped his calloused hand towards your neck, slowly caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“stop,” you giggled, flustered at his latest actions. turning to hide your face in the pillow, he still could hear your accusation, although rather muffled. “you’re lying to make me forget about the stupid storm outside”. he tipped your head back, slowly, making you face him again. his bright blue eyes had shifted to your lips now. “could tell you exactly the same thing tomorrow, over breakfast, when the sun's out", he reassures, nose touching your own lovingly. "you like your eggs scrambled, don’t you?” martin asked, not that he needed your confirmation to know: he had watched you enough to know what you liked to have in the mornings.

“and you like your coffee way too strong”.

#football imagines #football imagine #football blurb #football fanfic #martin ødegaard x you #martin ødegaard x reader #martin ødegaard imagine #martin odegaard x you #martin odegaard x reader #martin odegaard imagine

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legless-fish-on-rollerskates · 9 months

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Okay obviously any movie adaptation of a book is going to be trimmed down. I get why they didn't spend time on certain things like Nora and Alex's dating history and Ellen's PowerPoint. It makes sense with the way movie beats work to show them getting outed immediately after they reconcile instead of having the extra act of them writing more emails acknowledging their love and fake dating Nora and June to try and take some heat off and Henry coming out to Phillip. Some changes like Henry's surname being different and having a king instead of a queen I know were about not offending the irl royal family and while I'm not exactly a fan of the monarchy I don't really care that much. Pez just being "Percy"? Kinda sad but again, I don't really care. I even understand cutting things like Bea's struggles with addiction, Catherine's depression and detatchment from her children, and Richards being the one who outed them with Raphael Luna as the triple agent - they have value to the story and I wish we could have seen them, but from a filmmaking perspective I can see how they would take up a lot of time to properly include. There were a lot of things I loved about this movie, which I'm adding to the bottom of this post so as not to be a total downer. Overall I think it was a good movie and a relatively faithful adaptation. But also there are some changes I am less a fan of.

So, my biggest issues with the RWRB movie:

Amy being trans is never mentioned? It's literally one line in the book could it not be one line in the movie? (At least they didn't cast a cis actress, so presumably the character is still trans, but we could have said that. She could have at least worn a pin that would not have been hard)

Bea is younger than Henry 🤨 What even was the purpose of this change?

Look I'm not even gonna talk about June we've all talked about June plenty already

Alex already knows he's bi? His idiot crisis is a huge thing! It establishes so much about both his and Nora's characters! Was it really so important to reduce things by five minutes that we couldn't get a quick "wait I like guys???" "congrats you are literally the last to know"

Nora being bi is never mentioned?? I get that without June you'd have Pez focus his affections on Nora but having a thing with a guy doesn't make her straight! She could have at least said something when Alex came out to her! (Also without June you lose the poly undertones of Nora June and Pez which I at least thought was pretty important)

Just gonna reiterate, because the more I'm thinking about it now the more upset it's making me - They erased Nora's bisexuality and Amy's transgenderism and June doesn't exist? Congrats you've killed all the story's queer women

Ellen and Oscar are supposed to be DIVORCED that was IMPORTANT

No inspiring Alex speech to the crowd while they're waiting on Texas - this moment could have been so much more active than standing in the hall waiting and hoping

Alex gives his coming out speech BEFORE they get permission from the crown?? That doesn't even make sense! One, he never talked to Henry about it, and two, the white house would never have risked international relations by letting him do something like that without the king's permission

Getting permission from the crown was way too easy. In the book Catherine literally had to blackmail Queen Mary into letting them come out. You're telling me the king just went, "Are you SURE Henry are you REALLY SURE okay fine"? It way takes down the tension of the climax and also kind of invalidates all of Henry's fear that he's been struggling with the whole movie. It would be way more powerful for him to stand up for himself against a grandparent who was outright against him rather than one who just wasn't really thrilled about it

Why was Henry fully dressed jacket and all after their first time did Alex not reciprocate or what

That being said, things I loved about the RWRB movie:

"And I thought Alexander Gabriel Claremont Diaz was a mouthful" - "He is"

"History, huh?" in the V&A (I'm sad this wasn't in the emails because it means no wider HH movement from the public, but it was really sweet how they did it)

Visibly obvious red-rimmed eyes from both Henry and Alex (though Henry more) throughout most of the third act - just a little detail that I appreciated

Alex's conversation with Henry about being a person in politics who looks like him when his dad didn't have that growing up

Henry full on swimming away so fast when Alex tried to tell him he loved him, no mosquito excuse in sight. This was just really fucking funny I don't know why

Exchanging the necklace for the ring - works really well, great excuse for him not to add the ring to the necklace (for those who don't know, they tried this first but the lump was really obvious and it screwed up the costume so they had to figure out a different way to do it)

Henry continuously playing the piano throughout the movie

"She's not a republican, is she?"

Literally everything Zahra Bankston does and says she is perfect I love her

Mike Holleran is just as irrelevant in the movie as he is in the book. I continue to find this hilarious

Henry differentiating between the persona of HRH Prince Henry and the person he is to himself, specifically the fact that he defines his true self as Henry Fox

The equerry vs butler argument, purely because before we watched the movie I was giving a recap to my dad of the important characters and described Shaan as "basically Henry's personal butler" when he didn't know what I meant by equerry. I'm sorry Shaan I didn't mean it

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cinnabun-faerie · 1 year

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Could I please have some slight angst but mostly fluff headcannons for Thrancred, Emet-Selch, Esteninen, Artoirel, Aymeric, Zenos and Uriganger with an s/o who was doing a quest in the afternoon but it took longer then the s/o thought so they were on the way home at night but fell and sprained their ankle so when they arrived home it was noticeable that the s/o was hurt by the way she was limping? Thank you in advance 😊😊😊

A/N: I think a lot of this shows how nervous I am and how nervous/worried I think these characters can be. Thank you so much for the request by the way!

Artoirel

He would probably scold you as soon as you arrived home

of course, he was worried for you

you were his main concern

and seeing you hurt, it bothered him

he would ask you what happened and call for healers

"Why did you not call me? If something should happen to you-"

"Nothing happened though-"

"But should something have happened, I would not know what to do."

it was not often he seemed so vulnerable

so much had happened

he had not and probably not recover from the death of his brother

so much he could have said; there was so much regret

and with you at the heart of most of Eorzea's dangerous missions, there was worry growing within him each passing day

you were so dear to him and you knew that

he wouldn't hesitate to tell you just how much you meant to him

but his biggest fear was that you would not come home

it was a possibility

and you both had talked about it, the what ifs for both of you

"Artoirel?"

"I'm happy to have you home, by my side."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Aymeric

He knew that your job as the Warrior of Light was dangerous

He had seen you in action first hand

but it didn't mean that he didn't worry

of course he worried

constantly

and he was always relieved when he saw you

however, his worry skyrocketed when you didn't come home

you two had arranged to have a date night

naturally, he knew that being late was probable

it happened and he couldn't fault you for it

but as the sun set and the moonlight shined through the window, he couldn't help but think of the worst

he battled the thought that you might never walk through the door and he would be sent news of you death

surely, that was not the case

you were strong

no matter how bad things got, you always came on top

surely this would be no different

imagine his relief when you walk through that door to your home

the breath he had let out, not realizing that he'd been holding it

immediately, you would be in his arms

he would thank the gods that you were safe

but he wouldn't miss the way you moved cautiously on your feet

the way you winced when you tried to put pressure on your foot

he wouldn't hesitate to scoop you up and look you over

he would silently scold himself for not doing it when you first arrived

but he had missed you so

"I'll call a healer immediately."

"Aymeric, it's really not that bad."

Emet-Selch

He was worried

but he'd never let you know that

or at least he'd try not to let you know that

you said you would be back before dark

and now it's after dark and you're not home

sure, you could have been catching up with Hythlodaeus

you could be if he wasn't already waiting on your couch talking Emet's ear off

complaining why you weren't home yet

"You're worried too, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're on about. Why would I be worried?"

It's not like he was going through different scenarios in his head of what could be happening

You could have stopped by to see Venat

or you could have stopped by to see the animals or gods forbid, visit everyone that you haven't seen in ages

cause it's not like it hasn't happened before

but you could be hurt

and if you were, why not call on him?

he would be there no matter what

even if he says that he won't answer

but you know him better than that, right?

so when you finally walk through the door, he puts on his big complaining-pants on

"What took you long?"

ah yes, him telling you that he could have been asleep by now, but no, he and Hythlodaeus just so happened to agree to wait up for you

"Do you ever notice that Emet-Selch never goes to bed without you?"

Hythlodaeus is out here saying things that shouldn't be said

but Emet-Selch had noticed you were hurt immediately when you walked in, despite the marathon he was running with his mouth

and he would be quick to examine you

and get you healed and bandaged up

"Thank you. For worrying and taking care of me."

"Well someone has to do it."

He wouldn't admit it, but he surely wouldn't let anyone else take care of you like this

he wanted to and needed to

just like he needed to hold you all night long

"I'll leave you two alone for the night."

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Hythlodaeus."

Estinien

He knew that you'd simply get home whenever you walked through the door

It was the same for both of you

however, with you being gone so long, he wondered if something had gone wrong

no doubt that you'd figure it out, you always did anyways

but he should have come to help you

but you assured him that you could handle it

so when you walked through the door, limping, he would be quick to react

he would help you sit down before asking what had transpired

you had told him that you had Alphinaud heal most of your injuries but your leg would need more healing over time

it wouldn't be unlike him to then forbid you from anymore missions that would make anything worse

he would take over anything that you are to do at least until your leg is better and not a moment sooner

"Just because you may feel fine, doesn't mean your body is fine."

he would make sure you were completely comfortable in bed before he too relaxed beside you

Thancred

Thancred cannot simply stay still

not when it was starting to get dark

his mind had been wandering

perhaps something had happened to you

but no one notified him, so surely everything was okay

but he couldn't help but worry sick about you

he debated whether or not he should go out and look for you

what if you were in a ditch somewhere?

what if this time, after all you've been through, you are defeated

but that's when you walk through the door, limping

he's at your side instantly

he's helping you, yes but he is also scolding you and asking what happened

he's almost breathless by the time you get a word in

"Thancred, I'm fine really-"

"You have cuts all over and you are limping. I'm calling for Urianger. Don't move a muscle."

when all is said and done, and you're healed by Urianger, you cuddle your worried boyfriend for the rest of the night

and you listen to his worries and try your best to assure him

Urianger

Naturally he was worried

It was now nightfall and there was no sign of you

He would have an inkling that something was wrong

and rather than waiting at home for possible bad news, he would leave the house to go and look for you

you knew that he wasn't one to sit still once he was sure something was wrong

so you couldn't blame him when he suddenly appeared in front of you as you struggled to limp back home

he wouldn't ask questions, he would just sigh in relief and smile at you

"Urianger? Were you worried about me?"

He might not respond immediately as he would be more concerned about you injuries

and you would see his worry in his hands as they shook as he healed you

or when he was careful of your wounds, touching you almost as you could break

"Gladdened am I that you are alright."

He would carry you back home ever aware that you probably could walk home on your own

but when he was worried like this, you just let him

it was a comfort for both of you to be close to your partner

Zenos

He'd be more annoyed that you didn't come home when you said you would

but apart from that, he'd be sure nothing was too wrong

you were tough

hell, you were his equal

there was no way you wouldn't come back from a little mission

right?

there may be a ounce of worry within him

if anything had happened to you, Eorzea would have several hells to pay

he might even pace a little when it starts to get dark outside

naturally he'd be thinking of ways to get his revenge and avenge you, his one and only love

but before his brain could dive into insanity at your hypothetical death, you walk through the door limping

he stops his pacing and practically runs to you, stopping short to examine you

he may have to plan some revenge anyways

you are hurt beyond the usual

how did this happen?

who had done this to you?

No matter, why not tell him what happened as he does his best to bandage you up

he would be ever so gentle as he takes care of you

while he was not a healer, he at least knew what to do when it came to wounds and cuts

#ffxiv #grey's asks #ffxiv headcanons #artoirel x reader #aymeric x reader #emet selch x reader #estinien x reader #thancred x reader #urianger x reader #zenos x reader

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artist-issues · 1 month

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Have you heard "Next Semester" by twenty one pilots yet? I feel like you'd love it.

I don't know if I've ever talked about me and Twenty One Pilots here. I gave my life to Christ in the summer of 2011 and heard a song by Tyler Joseph for the first time the same week. I didn't connect that the passionately screaming singer who made me think about how I couldn't force my emotions to line up with the reality of God, and needed Jesus to do that for me--I didn't connect that that singer was the same guy in the popular emo band until they became popular around 2015. And then I was thrilled. Because around that time I was fighting to submit my own dark thoughts to God, instead of identifying with them, so it really helped that the voice I already knew pretty well was singing those thought-provoking tracks that have made them famous. Then a year later I figured out what I wanted to do with my career, and how that connected back to God, and the first seeds of my whole understanding of storytelling and God as the Storyteller were planted--largely because of a song called "The Producer" which Tyler Joseph helped to write with Travis Whittaker.

So suffice to say, when the band that's been playing the background music of my life's biggest steps in faith makes anything new, you can be pretty sure I'm over here like 👀

I love Next Semester. It's hard, because with Twenty One Pilots, I notice my own commitment to truth and intended meaning and critical thinking at its strongest and its weakest at the same time 😅 Strongest, because you can tell he's so intentional with his lyrics and metaphors, and is communicating some things that he means so well—but weakest, because I'm constantly hoping that he's talking more about Christ and Biblical truth than he probably is. I'm always waffling between fear that Tyler Joseph is deconstructing, resentment that someone so blessed with creativity & hard work-ethic can refuse to come out and talk about the faith that saved him clearly, and...sometimes agreeing with him? Sometimes feeling like, he has a point, the way he creates and is careful to make his audience think for themselves can only lead back to Truth, which is Christ, if they're being as genuine as he is in the emotional content of the songs, and having them think for themselves makes them drop their guards and walk toward truth without "turning them off" by using culturally-Christian phrases—

ANYWAY. You didn't ask about any of that 😅 But the principals of what Twenty One Pilots does, (in terms of the art of communication and what that communication should be for) and why they do it, and what the right and wrong way to do it is, are something my brain is revolving all the time.

It's not really a good thing to keep revolving it, because at some point it's me trying to think exactly right about the whole topic, as if I can control what they do, or the outcome of what I create, if I just get it right. And that's not faith. At some point I have to quit trying so hard to think and do based on my own control! Welcome to you asking a simple question and me word vomiting/getting all preachy. (But lowkey I respect you and think you might appreciate what I'm rambling about, if anyone can. So maybe unluckily for you, you're probably the only person who could've asked me about this on here and gotten this kind of response 😅)

ANYWAY! Next Semester! I love that it's simple so that the emotion of it comes through. There's not metaphor-on-metaphor layering, so you're just left to hang on to his desperate vocals and the gut-check words of the song. I don't listen to it over and over like I do Overcompensate because it takes me to kind of a dark place—but I do love that it ends hopefully. Super hopefully. I started that paragraph above, talking about how twenty one pilots affects my critical thinking, to say this: I'm always having to be careful not to read too much of what I want to hear into the song. But that said, I do think the "person driving" in the song is representative of God. Someone outside yourself, giving you that slap of truth and hope and a fresh-start, who also could've run you down.

So I love that it ends hopefully. For a bit there, with Trench, I started to loosen my grip on them, because it felt like they would do a really good job of saying "We're broken, think about it, see how messed up we are?" And then "but we don't have to stay here," and that was really good. But...then Leave the City seems so obviously to stop at "don't stop." If that makes sense. Leave the City makes it sound like the way out of your depression, doubt, suicidal thoughts, and anxiety is just...movement. It's enough to know that you shouldn't sit in your dark thoughts (and basically sin.) But he won't say where to go instead. And I know it's because he's very genuine, and he doesn't want to say where to go instead if he doesn't know for sure that it's right, but that's not exactly reassuring.

It makes me think of the part in C.S. Lewis' The Great Divorce, where one ghost says something about how "the hopeful journey is much better than the destination." But then the redeemed person is like, "no, that makes no sense—there's no hope IN a journey if you're not moving toward a set destination. The destination is where hope comes from."

So in Leave the City I feel like he takes me by the hand and says "I know how you feel" and "eventually we'll move on from this feeling" but then leaves me at "not that I know where we're going." And it's like, okay, well then why would I ever get hope from moving on? If I don't know what I'm moving on to??

Christ. It's supposed to be Jesus Christ. You can't jump from a sinking ship into a raging ocean and think that that's better. You have to jump from a sinking ship ONTO DRY LAND. Or at least have it in sight, so you can swim in that direction.

Anyway. Next Semester is not like Leave the City, because it ends with hope. 🙃 That's all I'm trying to say. Thanks for coming to my rant.

#Twenty one pilots #Nobody asked this #asked #answered #tøp #I guess I should expect some lash-back from dedicated clikkies #but like #guys I've known Mr. Joseph since before ya'll called yourselves that #my feelings about what he says and how he says it are way too deep-rooted for you to be able to tear them up with your rage #clique #why not #music #critical thinking #Christianity #storytelling #art #next semester #Clancy

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 1 year

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BALLERINA - Chapter Five.

A Jake Kiszka AU

Physiotherapist!Jake x Original Female Character

Previous Chapter.

A/N: I apologise for not posting this yesterday but a total blackout occurred in my town due to strong winds and I didn't have WiFi or data traffic.

Anyway, this is a very important chapter in the story and I am so happy to be able to finally share it with you. I really hope you like it as much as I do.

I can't wait to know what you think about this!

If you are interested, you can join my general taglist here.

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings for this chapter: kissing, talking of physical rehabilitation and medical stuff (I am not an expert, I apologise for any inaccuracies), poor mental health, sadness, fluff, soft!Jake at his peak, beware.

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Two weeks passed and Iris could almost walk alone without crutches and she felt almost safe in doing so. Jake was teaching her to walk more steadily on her injured leg, avoiding limping. It was a bit difficult for her to keep her balance but they were moving forward with rehabilitation.

She was happy but she always felt so tired.

At night she couldn't sleep properly.

She woke up every few hours because of constant nightmares.

She kept dreaming about that car hitting her in the middle of the street on that cold February night.

She couldn't stop the sound of screeching tyres and brakes from echoing into her ears every time she closed her eyes.

She knew her sister was still studying so she tried not to bother her too much.

She didn't want to bother Jake, either, even though he had told her to do so without problems.

Sometimes, she even woke up crying because, in the dreams, the doctors told her that she would never go back to dancing.

That was Iris's biggest fear and, even though Jake was helping her and the doctor who had operated on her said that he couldn't tell her if she would be able to dance again or not, she was growing very nervous about that matter.

Even the weather seemed to be plotting against her, that Friday.

It was pouring with rain and the sky was so dark that she had to keep the lights on even though it was barely mid afternoon.

As soon as Jake arrived, he noticed the tiredness in her eyes and asked her about it

He entered the room with a gleaming smile but it sharply faded away.

His expression changed immediately when his eyes landed on her. He was worried as he approached her bed.

"Hey, Iris are you OK? You look very tired and a bit ill, I'd say." His warm wrist touched her forehead lightly, checking her temperature, and then dropped to his side.

He sat down on the chair close to the bed and asked "Is there something wrong?".

The expression of worry in his kind eyes broke her heart.

He was worrying for her.

Iris told him that she was fine and that it was the weather's fault.

He didn't seem satisfied with her answer but he didn't push it.

They worked for two hours together on many difficult and tiring exercises and then he left her to herself, with his usual kind words of encouragement.

The touch of his hands on her body, paired with his soothing deep voice, cheered her up just a little, but her mood worsened again the moment he exited her room, leaving her there alone at the mercy of the whirlwind of her thoughts.

She already missed him the moment he set foot outside her room, but unfortunately she had to wait until Monday to see him again.

It was eight pm and it was still raining outside.

The sound of heavy drops on the windows was relaxing and Iris was almost drifting off to a deep slumber when she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" she said, thinking it was her mother, but instead, she was met with a pair of deep brown eyes and a gleaming smile.

Jake was there.

He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and black joggers.

Iris supposed he had just finished blow drying his hair because it was still slightly damp on the ends and the smell of his usual vanilla shampoo was very strong.

It was intoxicating her in the best way possible.

The inside of the room was immersed in the low orange glow of the lamp near her bed. That light made his skin and hair glow in a delicate way, making him look like the most beautiful angel that had ever graced the troubled Planet Earth with his comforting presence.

She didn't expect him to be there so late.

He laughed at her puzzled expression.

"Surprise!" He told her, his gleaming smile even deeper than before.

In that moment, she noticed he had a paper bag with him along with a stunning white-rimmed a black acoustic guitar.

"Am I missing something?" She asked him, very confused and he laughed.

"No, darling, don't worry. But since I found out that you have been lying to me the whole week, not telling me that you couldn't sleep because you were afraid to bother me, I decided to take the matter into my hands and come to bother you instead." He told her with a glint of mischief in his eyes and Iris blushed the deepest shade of red ever.

He came closer to her and set his guitar and bag next to the wall behind the bed.

Then he turned towards her and grabbed her chin gently between his thumb and pointer finger.

His skin was hot as always, but her face was more. Her eyes were cast down on her lap but his grip on her chin caused her to look up at his face.

God, he is breathtaking, and so close.

"Now, I told you you could bother me, didn't I?" He spoke and she felt the urge to answer him even if she didn't want to.

"Yes, you did," she told him sheepishly.

"I meant it, you know, I don't like seeing you struggling like this, so I brought something to cheer you up and cheer me up in the process, because this weather got me depressed today." He said and bent to grab the paper bag.

"So my mother always tells me that the answer when we are tired and upset is..." and he dragged out the 's' to create suspense, while he rummaged inside the bag.

"Chocolate!" He whisper-shouted.

"I didn't know what kind of chocolate you liked so I bought a bit of everything." He spilled the content of the bag directly on her lap and she was genuinely shocked.

There was everything and even more.

She didn't know what to say and her silence worried him.

She saw his content expression change slowly into a look of pure horror.

"Oh my God, I was so focused on bringing you something to cheer you up that I didn't even think about the possibility that you didn't like chocolate at all." He said worried and kept running a hand through his hair. He looked so cute.

She quickly stopped him from worrying too much by laughing.

"No, no, Jake, I absolutely love chocolate. I simply… I don't know what to say, I hope thank you is enough." She said laughing and he did the same after putting a hand on his chest.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack." He said with a sigh, still chuckling.

Iris didn't want to let him see how much that simple gesture affected her and she had to bite her tongue to prevent happy tears from spilling down her flushed cheeks.

So she began rummaging through the absolutely immense choice of chocolate on her lap.

After some pondering, she picked a dark chocolate bar with hazelnuts that was her absolute favourite, and he picked a extra-dark chocolate bar.

Iris knew he would choose that.

It suited his personality beautifully.

Deep, rich and warm. Absolutely addicting.

She blushed at her thoughts and busied herself putting everything back into the bag.

She told him that he could sit down on the chair next to the bed and once he was settled she started opening her chocolate bar and he did the same.

She took a bite and melted like the chocolate in her mouth at the voluptuous taste. It was heavenly and it reminded her of her grandma and her childhood.

"This is exactly what I needed. How did you know?" She asked him, curiously, after a while, fearing what another second of silence could cause her thoughts.

"I haven't got any superpower darling, I am just following my mother's advice" he said while munching slowly.

She lost herself watching with mesmerized eyes his jaw clenching and unclenching while eating and then she quickly lowered her gaze to her nails once he caught her staring.

After some minutes of silence filled with stolen glances and chocolate bites, she spoke.

"Thank you, Jake, I really mean it" she told him and he bowed playfully, saying "At your service" and making her laugh.

Three shared chocolate bars later, he stood and gently took the guitar from the wall, telling her that he had another surprise for her.

He sat down and placed it gently onto his lap.

"It's really beautiful" she told him, her eyes never leaving him to take in his breathtaking beauty.

And after that, she let a thought slip out loud, without noticing.

"That's where the callous fingers come from" Those words spilled from her lips before she could stop herself.

His eyes had again that mischievous glint in them, when they focused on her, observing her closely while she blushed.

Then they turned sweet again.

Iris watched as he touched the strings lightly and then retrieved a guitar pick from his pocket.

"I thought this could help you relax a bit, so you can fall asleep easily without thinking too much. How does it sound?" He said while tuning his guitar.

"I'd love that" she told him but that was an understatement.

She couldn't take her eyes off him and when he put his pick between his lips, she felt like her soul left her body in that instant.

He started to pick at the strings with his fingers, his face bent slightly forward and the tip of his hair grazing slightly on the fretboard.

It was the hottest sight she had ever witnessed.

She felt wetness starting to pool in her panties and she forcefully tried to stop thinking about it.

She had always found finger-picked guitar extremely sexy, but this was something else.

He was something else.

Watching him, she felt trapped between heaven and hell.

The song he was playing was so calm it almost made her cry and she couldn't believe how talented he was.

She focused on his fingers and immediately wished she hadn't.

She imagined how skilled those fingers could be, doing something else entirely and she blushed.

The way he curled them, pressing the strings on the fretboard looked heavenly and sinful at the same time.

When her mouth started watering and she started imagining his fingers in her mouth, she forcefully decided it was time to avert her eyes if she didn't want to get caught lusting on his fingers.

So Iris closed her eyes and let the music submerge her.

She saw herself dancing along with it, moving languidly and fluidly.

At that moment, her mother's voice echoed in her mind, replaying the words she had accidentally let slip some days ago during an argument.

"Stop thinking about dancing"

And, in that moment, it dawned on her.

I will never be able to dance again.

Silent tears began falling down her cheeks.

He didn't notice, his eyes were closed and he had a blissful expression on his face. He was feeling the music too deeply to notice her sliding off the bed and paddling silently to the bathroom.

Iris didn't want him to see her cry so she tried her best to be as silent as possible as sobbs shook her body violently. Her trembling hands were covering her mouth as she slid down the wall and on the floor.

Everything that she had kept inside for more than a month exploded in a flood of tears she couldn't stop.

Iris didn't notice the music stop and she couldn't see him because her face was buried in her hands.

But he was kneeling at her side in less than a second.

His frightened whisper broke her heart.

"Iris, hey, what's wrong? What's happened? Did you fall?" He fired those questions rapidly and all she managed to do was shake her head no.

Then she felt his hands on her, warm as always and so very soft.

His touch made her shiver. One of his hands was on her back and the other behind her bare knees, as he picked her up easily. Her arms silently wrapped around his neck steadying herself and her mouth accidentally brushed on the skin of his neck.

She felt goosebumps raise on his skin as she sobbed in his neck, soaking his shirt with her tears.

He took her to the bed but kept her in his arms as he sat down on the mattress, draping the blanket he had gifted her around her shaking form.

She cried all of her tears.

He didn't say anything, he just stroked her back and her hair waiting for her to calm down.

After a good while she didn't have any more tears left and she just sobbed in the crook of his neck.

She tried to talk but her voice came out croaky.

So, she cleared her throat and started apologising profusely to him.

"I am so sorry, I am a mess, I am so sorry, I didn't want to ruin everything"

He stopped her and whispered calmly.

"There is no need to apologize, just please tell me what happened, did I do something I shouldn't have?" He asked, concerned, and new tears started to wet her cheeks.

"No, you are perfect, you didn't do anything wrong Jake and I am so sorry if I made you think that." Iris whispered, trying to dry her tears with her sleeve.

He was holding her tightly, trying to calm her down, his proximity clouding her senses.

"Tell me, what happened?" He asked, again.

She couldn't lie to him, after what he was doing for her.

She took a deep breath and spoke.

"The song you were playing was so beautiful… and for the first time in weeks, it made me feel alive. I felt the need to dance again alongside it and then I remembered I couldn't and probably I won't anymore. That thought devastated me and I didn't want you to see me cry and stop playing so I tried to hide but failed miserably, I am so sorry." Iris confessed, ashamed, hiding her face in the crook of his neck again.

She felt so safe in his arms, she wished she could stay there forever.

She felt his hands cradle her face and he looked at her in the eyes.

"You nearly gave me a second heart attack tonight" he said smiling and she laughed timidly.

He wasn't finished and went on.

"I want you to know that I am going to do everything I can and more to help you, ok? You have my word, Iris." He whispered and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I don't want you to hide your emotions from me ever again, please talk to me and I will help you try to figure things out." She started apologizing again but he shushed her immediately with his pointer and middle finger on her lips.

His demeanor slowly changed, he had again that glint in his eyes that attracted Iris like a moth to a flame and the ache in her body worsened.

He went on in a husky tone that made her thighs clench.

His eyes dropped to her parted lips behind his fingers.

"And, I swear to God, if you don't stop apologizing, I will make you, understood?"

She almost started apologizing again but his fingers on her lips dropped, soon replaced by his thumb stroking lightly on her bottom lip, parting it further and then sliding down to her chin, holding her in place.

"Don't defy me, darling" he commanded, his raspy voice having the worst effect on her.

He was impossibly close and she wanted him to take her right then and there on that bed.

She didn't care anymore at this point. She just needed him.

She didn't care that they were in the middle of the hospital with thousands of people surrounding the two of them.

For her, there was the two of them.

She couldn't take it anymore, she needed him to do something, anything.

"Just kiss me, please" she begged him in a whisper and his eyes darkened even more.

"No need to beg, love, but I appreciate it." He whispered looking at her lips.

Iris felt bold and desperate so she grabbed the neckline of his shirt and pulled him towards her.

His lips were finally on hers.

It was the best feeling she had ever experienced.

It started slow and careful but soon it became hot and passionate.

He tasted like dark chocolate and she could pinpoint a little hint of smoke, too. His lips were so soft on her chapped ones. When his tongue brushed tentatively against hers, she whimpered softly spurring him on.

His hands gripped her hips and then slid slowly down to her ass, trying so hard to be gentle and, at the same time, touching more skin as possible.

Her panties were positively sticking onto her right now, but, for once, she knew that the situation was affecting him just as much.

Since she was still on his lap she felt him growing hard in his joggers.

The feeling of his lips moving in sync against hers was like the flame of a candle slowly drawing closer to her skin, becoming every second more intense.

She felt a tingle coursing through her spine, for the entire kiss.

A shiver of anticipation ran through her body when his hand slowly slid down her throat but an unexpected knock on the door interrupted the both of them.

He jumped away from her as fast as lightning as if her lips had burned him.

Iris threw him her sweater so he could cover himself and she covered herself with the blanket.

"Come in" she said, her voice quivering.

It was a nurse, she wanted to check if everything was alright and when she saw Jake her smile widened.

His charm was working on her too.

"Oh I am sorry Dr. Kiszka, I didn't know you were here this late." She told him, embarrassed.

Iris decided to speak first, despite the deep blush covering her cheeks.

"It's entirely my fault if he is here. I thought something was wrong with my leg, I was in pain and worried and I called him. He was so kind to come and check on me even if it's this late" she lied, trying her best to be believable.

"Isn't it Doctor?" She didn't know why but she addressed him like that instead of using Jake, like he had asked her to on the first day they met.

His eyes darkened just a little bit and his grip on her sweater in front of his crotch tightened imperceptibly, but she noticed and bit her lip.

"It was nothing. She is alright, I will leave soon" she heard him say to the nurse. His voice was just a little bit shaky.

And then she left, saying goodnight.

The moment the door closed, Iris sighed.

"That was close" she muttered.

She didn't notice him approaching.

"We should stop this while we can, I am afraid she will say something to Doctor Allen. I don't want to be the reason he fires you." Iris told him, heartbroken, but thinking about the importance of his job first.

He came closer, placed his hands by her hips on the bed and observed her with a sad expression in his eyes.

He looked heartbroken, too, but agreed with her.

"I think you are right, I am not his favourite here, so I bet he would use anything he can against me." Jake said while running a hand through his hair, defeated.

Then he came even closer, and whispered into her ear, his lips brushing intently on her skin.

"But if you dare calling me doctor again, I won't be responsible for my actions, is it clear?" His tone made goosebumps rise on her skin and he smirked, noticing.

Iris almost let a feeble "I am sorry" slip but, when his smoldering eyes met hers, she bit her bottom lip.

He sighed and untucked it from her teeth with his thumb.

"You'll be the death of me." He whispered.

For a second, she thought he was going to kiss her again but then his eyes mirrored the sad expression in hers.

Iris really didn't want to be the reason why he lost his job.

"It's better if we stop things while we can, I am sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you, it's entirely my fault." He whispered, sadly.

"It's not entirely your fault, I asked you to" she retorted, embarrassed, but he continued.

"You were feeling down and I took advantage of the situation, I shouldn't have." Jake said adamantly, blaming himself for everything that had happened that evening.

Iris tried to remark that it wasn't true but he shushed her, with his pointer finger on her lips.

"Please don't make this even harder. Let's pretend this never happened." He said with a pained tone.

His lips connected with her forehead in a chaste kiss that had her heart swell and her eyes water.

She tried to be strong and she squeezed his hands in hers, but a little tear escaped, nonetheless.

"Jake" she whispered.

His eyes met hers, worried and sad.

It was torture seeing him like that.

"I… I wanted to tell you that I am extremely grateful to have met you. Without you…I would have never made it. So thank you" Iris managed to say, her voice was so shaky she was surprised that he understood what she was saying.

She saw his eyes start to water too, but when he spoke, his voice was so steady.

"Don't say that like it's the last time we are seeing each other, darling. We have many months of rehabilitation ahead of us." He winked and she laughed, drying her tears with the sleeve of her shirt.

"You mean a lot to me Iris, you have no idea." He finally said.

Then he gathered his guitar, told her to keep the chocolates, kissed her on the cheek and left.

That night Iris didn't sleep a wink, every time she tried to close her eyes, the feeling of his lips on hers haunted her.

At 4 am, she grabbed her phone and wrote him a text.

Then decided against it and deleted it.

She couldn't know that he was experiencing the same struggles as her in his own bed.

During her last week of hospital, he acted as if that night never happened.

Iris was a bit angry about it, but, at the same time, the rational part of her brain was grateful for it.

She really didn't want to be the cause he lost his job, it was better this way.

On her last day in the hospital, she was very happy and so he was.

During their two hours of rehabilitation together, they revised some exercises and then chatted a lot like two friends, as if nothing happened.

But Iris couldn't deny what she felt when his hands touched her body.

He reduced her to a shivering, stuttering and blushing mess and he noticed it very well.

He was pleased to observe the deep effect he kept having on her.

"This is the address of my rehabilitation studio. Is there someone who can take you or do you need me to come to your house, or else, do you need me to come and bring you myself?" He said kindly, untying his hair, to keep his hands busy and avoid stupid choices, for once.

She noticed that his studio was very close to her house.

Perfect.

"Your studio is very close to my flat. So I think that for the first weeks my mother can take me, but I think that I will be able to walk there." She told him.

He smiled at her, that heartstopping smile that enraptured her the first time she saw him.

"Wonderful! So I will see you on Monday afternoon at my studio. I am very happy with what we achieved here, I was very impressed by how hard working you are. I am very proud of you, Iris." He told her truthfully.

She couldn't help it, she grasped his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

He was quick to wrap his strong arms around her, squeezing her and enveloping her in his usual warmth.

Eventually, she had to let him go, but he didn't go away. He grabbed her bag and escorted her to the hospital hall where her mother was waiting for her.

Iris waved him goodbye and he winked at her making her blush and giggle like a schoolgirl.

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A/N: Don't worry, this is not the end. Next chapter will be 🔥🔥, I promise.

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everestica · 1 year

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'*•.¸♡ Toya Aoyagi x Reader: Late Night HC !♡¸.•*'

➳ Credits to @/Spookold-Saintjm for the prompt from their prompt list!<3

➳ Special Thanks to @enassbraid for the character suggestion!!<33

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It was finally time for you to meet Toya’s dad. The two of you had already been dating for quite a bit of time and he thought that it was finally time for you to meet his father, even though he had pushed it off for quite some time. You had already heard about some of the things that Toya’s dad had done/said to him even before the two of you had started dating so you were already nervous as is. Eventually it was time for the dinner that Toya had planned at this nice fancy restaurant, you walked in with Toya, as he had come to pick you up. When you turned you saw the man you were most scared of actually meeting, His dad. You tried to stay calm and just have simple topics in mind when you were thinking of what to speak with him about, now while this was all happening in your head Toya noticed that you were freaking out a little bit, and so he grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. It was a pretty interesting..? dinner to say the least. Nobody really talked much as you could see the looks that Toya had on his face when his dad started asking you about how you had met his son, and your academic status and your after school activities (even if you don’t have any). Afterwards the two of you were standing outside the restaurant when Toya’s dad finally came out and up to where the two of you were standing next to a pillar. When he had come up to the two of you he looked pissed? Maybe? You really couldn't tell what he was doing with his face or what he was actually feeling and it was the next 7 words that came out of his mouth that absolutely broke you.

“You’re not good enough for my son.”

You were shocked at this remark as you thought that you had done a good job of trying to act well in the restaurant so that he would like you. You didn’t even realize that tears started to fall from your eyes. Toya was pissed to say the least, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him and now his dad was trying to take you away from him?! That’s when your livid boyfriend(?) had taken your hand and pulled you away from his idiot of a father and started walking you back to your house, but even as he had pulled you he was still gentle which kinda confused you as he was really pissed and pulling you, but he knew in his mind that he could never hurt you, no matter how pissed he was. The two of you eventually made it back to your house, and before you walked into the door he pulled you into his chest, and that’s when you could finally hear him sniffling as he had been crying almost the whole way back to your house.

“My dad’s an idiot and I don’t know what he could ever see that's not perfect about you, but just know no matter how much he tries I’m never gonna break up with you. He can try all he wants but.. If I’m being honest nothing is scarier than losing you..”

“I’m terrified of losing you..”

Toya kept you in his arms until his phone started vibrating in his pocket, and when he looked it was his dad asking him where he was, and that he should probably find a way to break up with you if he hasn’t already. He scoffed at the messages but still decided that it was getting late and that you should go to bed. So he kissed you good night and he took his leave back to his house. He knew that his dad was gonna be pissed if he ever heard that the two of you were still together but he didn’t care, anything was better than facing his biggest fear of losing you.<3

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bl4cktourmaline · 7 months

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Hi! Can I request a angst alphabet with Kohane F, J, L, Q, P? Thank you and have a good day/night!

ANGST ALPHABET

↳ F, J, L, P, Q

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■ Contents: Angst

► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Kohane Azusawa

F ear - What are their biggest fear in a relationship

Although you and Kohane had been in a relationship for a few months. She had always feared you were losing interest in her. However, she would always keep it to herself not wanting to bother you about her thoughts.

"Kohane! Let's go get apple pies together since we finished practice!"

"O-oh sure An!"

While An was ordering the apple pies for Kohane due to the line being long. Kohane waited for her outside, only to spot you with some other girl hanging out with you. She could see you smiling and laughing.

You never smiled and laugh with her as much as this other person you were with.

"..I hope [name] isn't losing interest in me.." She whispered.

"What what that Kohane?" An replied as she was standing beside Kohane with the apple pies.

"Ah! A-An-chan.. It's nothing really!"

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J oke - How would they feel when you played with their heart?

The moment Kohane found out that your love for her was nothing more than a mere bet absolutely crushed her. Was she not enough to turn that bet into real love? Was she that naive to not be suspicious when you suddenly confessed to her? After all she is only just.. an average girl.

"Could you believe how naive Kohane was? How could someone like you ever like her right?!"

"..Yeah yeah, just give me the 500 yen you owe me for this."

"...[name]?"

You turn around to see a familiar blonde hair girl standing from a distance, whose brown eyes were on the verge of tears. Before you can call her, she ran away.

"Wait Kohan-"

Before you can chase after her, your friend grabbed your arm.

"Don't worry about it too much, it's her fault for being naive and you totally ace'd teaching her a lesson!"

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L amentable - Do they regret on not confessing when they saw you end up dating someone else?

Before Kohane got to where she was now. She used to be a really shy, which caused her to keep postponing her confession to you. However, when she got the confidence she needed, it was already too late.

"U-Uhm! Hey [name]..?"

"Oh, Kohane? What's the matter?"

"I just wanted to tell you that-"

"Hey babe? I need you for a moment to help me carry these bags to my classroom. They're snacks for everyone to enjoy!"

"Ah! Sorry Kohane! You could tell me about it later!"

As she watched you sprint off to help your significant other. The pain in her heart wouldn't stop throbbing. That could've been her if she had confessed first. As tears slowly fell down her eyes, feeling lots of regrets of not confessing first..

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P atronize - How do they react after seeing someone patronizing you?

Kohane was walking towards her park to do her usual practice with her team. However she caught you talking with someone else, that someone who kept bullying you.

"I broke your pen again, i'm really sorry"

"N-no.. It's fine.. I can always get a new one."

"Thank you so much for understanding!"

That was the 15th pen that they had broke in a week. Kohane couldn't take it anymore that they were clearly bullying you and that you were just holding in the pain from this. It was clear to her that you were uncomfortable. With this, she mustered her courage to confront them.

"Hey, leave [name] alone..! What did they do that you had to purposely break all of their belongings?!"

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Q uarrel - How they feel after a stupid argument with you?

Kohane confronted you about how you never really showed your 'other' side to her. Lately she has seen you with your other 'friend' where you would flirt with them, to the point of doing it in front of Kohane sometimes.

"Hey [name]..? We need to talk.."

"What's up Kohane?"

"It's about your other friends.."

However the talk did not go so well, as what had left after the argument was a really upset [name] and a really guilty Kohane.

"..Maybe I'm the issue.."

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hippiemisfit · 4 months

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Hush (J.K.) 8

Chapter Eight- Gate

pairing: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 2,678

warnings: angst, fear, intimidation, smut (fingering, mention of oral sex and penetrative sex)

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I looked at Jungkook and it was like he didn't even hear the remark Hoodie made. In fact, it looked as if he was frozen in time.

I nudged him but he didn't budge. "Jungkook," I said trying to garner his attention but to no avail.

"He can't hear you love. Now anyway back to this panda and burrito." Hoodie started to say but I cut him off.

"Can you just not. What do you want anyway?" I said already annoyed by his presence.

He gasped as if I offended him," Well I never. And here I thought we were getting along pretty well since last night. You remember last night right," he said as he got closer to me. "Me. You. Lavender scented water. Steamy make out scene. You couldn't have forgotten that quickly."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a 'really' look," Last night shouldn't have happened. I kissed a shadow head and made out with him the bathtub. I'd rather forget about it. Now once again, what do you want? Me and Jungkook are working on something so I need you to unfreeze him or whatever you did to him. I don't have time for whatever stunt you're trying to pull so just leave."

He scoffed and mumbled something under his breath.

"What?" I asked. "You should speak up if you're going to talk."

He cleared his throat," I didn't say anything but be ready to go out tonight."

"What do you mean be ready to go out tonight? What is happening tonight?"

"You'll find out." he said before he disappeared right before my eyes. I stared into the space that he was in until I heard my vibrate on the table. I picked it up and saw that it was Jungkook making me look over at him to see that he was unfrozen. I looked down at my phone and saw that he was texting my name over and over again to get my attention, which brings to question. Was he frozen to me or was I frozen to him? He waved a hand in my face to garner my attention once again. Once he saw I was paying attention, he pointed at his computer screen that had a picture of a panda on it. He held up his hand and gave me a thumbs up which I nodded to.

"Umm yeah sure." I said as he went back to the word document to insert it.

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We had gotten half of the book done when I took him home. It was still a little light outside when he left since I'm not the biggest fan of driving at night. Pulling up to house, made mine seem small in comparison at the look of it. I could tell his family was loaded and by the looks of it, it has to be old money. As he hopped out, he gave me a wave before I pulled out of his driveway and headed home. Luckily the drive back wasn't long and I got home before it got pitch black.

When I got inside, I locked the door and headed upstairs to go and lay down for the night. I hadn't realized how tired I really was until I got to the top of the stairs. I didn't even feel like putting on my pajamas but I knew I didn't want to fall asleep in these clothes. I turned on my bedroom light and went to my pajama drawer to pull out a set. I took off my clothes and bra as I put on a cropped tank top and shorts.

I drug myself over to turn off the light switch and laid down on the bed, closing my eyes. I took in a deep breath as I started to drift off to sleep. But before I could, I sensed another presence in the room causing me to snap my eyes open. I tried to sit up and look around the room but I couldn't move my body no matter how hard I tried. The lights cut on making me close my eyes to avoid the attack of brightness. Once I felt like I could open them, I opened them to see Hoodie standing by the light switch. Next thing I knew, he was laying beside me on the bed, propped up on his elbow.

I tried to open my mouth to speak but it felt as if it were sewn shut. He brought his other hand over and ran a finger on my face. He gave my lips a light tap before he traveled down my body, bypassing my breasts and stopping at the hem of my shorts.

"You know what you said earlier wasn't all that nice, saying that you don't have time for my stunts? Like he's more important than me or something. But what really took the cake was you saying that last night was a mistake and shouldn't have happened. Like we had last night wasn't special. All because you had another man in this house, that I didn't even give you permission to let in the house," he growled out as he pinched my exposed skin. "All I could think about was how much I wanted to cause so much pain when I left."

He brought his hand back up to my breath and lightly squeezed making me whimper, "If you're thinking I'm talking your little boy toy, you're wrong." He squeezed rougher this time but I couldn't move away from his grip even if I wanted to. "No I want to cause you and only you pain right now. I want to mark you up and brand you so that you know who you belong to. I thought my marks all over your neck would've gotten it through your head that you're mine but I guess not. I was going to punish you harshly until you gave me that peep show a minute ago so I'll go a little easier on you but don't think you're off the hook."

I felt a tear escape from my eye and he brought his face up to mine. I stared up at his shadowed face and a part of me wished to see his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked my tear away, letting out a moan. "Whew," he shook like he was experiencing a rush," is there more where that came from?"

His brought his hand back down and this time went under my shorts causing more tears to escape and a whimper to come out. "Shhhhh," he said licking more of my tears away, "I promise I'll make you feel so good."

He started to lightly rub me through my panties and I tried to hold in my moan at how good it felt. I feel like my body is betraying me by how wet I could feel myself starting to become and he could tell. "You're getting so wet for me baby. I can feel you soaking right through your little panties. I bet if I pulled your shorts down, you'd be dripping all over the bed." He said as he started sucking on my neck. I couldn't help the moan that came out as he pressed down harder.

That made him get on top of me and pull my shorts and panties all the way off of me. I felt a shiver go through me as the cold air hit my warm center but it didn't last for long. He cupped my center before giving it a hard smack. My body jolted from the brunt of the slap and I knew I was back in control. I tried to back away from him but he held me still. "Don't run." he said pulling me back how he had me. He ran his fingers up and down my slit before he started circling my clit. I let out another moan and threw my head back at the rapid pace he picked up.

"Oh fuck yes." I blurted out.

He let out a chuckle and brought his finger to my entrance. As he was about to push his fingers inside, I moved away slightly which didn't go unnoticed by him. He let out a growl as a warning as he formed a tight grip on my right leg. "Don't make me paralyze you again," he warned as he brought his fingers back to my entrance. "You just need to relax and take a deep breath. I'm going to start with one." he said as he eased a finger inside of me. I let out a whimper in discomfort but did what he said and let out a deep breath as I relaxed around his finger.

Once he felt me relax a little bit, he picked up a steady pace. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I threw it back in pleasure. I couldn't help but to grind into his finger as I felt my juices drip out.

"You're so fucking tight baby. Your pussy is gripping so tight on my finger that I know I'll have to stretch you out before I dick you down," his grip on my leg tightened, "I can't wait to fuck you."

I let out another moan at his words.

"Oh so you like that?" he chuckled out as he added another finger. I let out a light hiss but soon the burn was gone and the pleasure was back. He picked up the pace and I let out a load moan.

"You like feeling my fingers deep in your pussy?" He asked gruffly. "Like feeling me deep inside of you? I bet you taste so good," he said as he pulled his fingers out making me whine in protest. He brought his hands up to what I assume was his mouth and let out a groan. "Fuck you taste so sweet. I want to eat you out but I'll settle on fingering you for now." he said before he slammed his fingers back inside me at an inhuman pace. I tried to run away from him again but he held me down again. "Quit. Fucking. Running," he growled out as I felt myself get closer to the edge.

"I think I'm about to cum," I whined out as I felt the belt about to snap. A few more thrusts of his fingers and I know I'll be cumming soon.

He brought himself up my body and latched onto my neck. I could feel him leave even more hickies on my neck from how harsh he was sucking. He ran his tongue to soothe the marks he left as he pulled back to growl into my face.

"You going to cum for me Mahj? Hmm?" he asked. I nodded my head and let out a small yes.

"Yeah?" he repeated. I nodded again and felt myself starting to cum when he ripped his fingers out. I glared at him as he hopped off the bed and stood at the end of it.

"What the fuck? I was about to cum," I exclaimed.

"I know. Now put some clothes on so that we can go," he said.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I said as I brought my fingers to my clit to finish myself off. Before I could put my fingers inside of me, he was on me in an instant as he slapped my hands away. He brought a hand to my throat and gave it a squeeze as he growled out," You do not get to touch yourself. I didn't let you cum for a reason. So that you'll know that this pussy is mine. Not yours, Jungkook's, or anyone else's. Mine. Now put on your pants and let's go." he said as he backed off and threw my panties at me.

I glared at him as I put my wet panties back on and shivered from the sensation. I hopped off the bed and pushed past him to grab some clothes.

"Don't take too long. We don't want to be late." he said as I pulled out something to wear. I heard the door close as I grabbed my bra off the floor to put it back on. I quickly went into the bathroom to clean up down there and changed my panties quickly.

I ran my fingers through my hair and put it in a ponytail. I went back in the room and put on a cropped black shirt, some high-waist jeans, and a plaid flannel to top it off. I threw on my black UGGS and headed downstairs where I figured he had gone.

When I got downstairs, I expected him to be standing there waiting for me but instead he was playing with Poco on the floor. I couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped my lips as I took in the sight. I can't believe that Death himself is sitting on my floor playing tug of war with my dog. If it weren't for the no head thing under the hood, you would think he was just a normal person and it looked like he was enjoying playing with him too.

He was enjoying playing with you too.

He must've heard me come down the stairs and laugh because he got up off the floor and came over to me. I could feel his eyes take in my outfit but he didn't say anything about it. He held out his hand to me for me to take. I hesitantly placed my hand in his and he gave it a slight squeeze.

"Close your eyes." he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't want you getting sick on me from how fast we're about to be moving so it's best that you do. I don't have time to clean up after you. We're on a tight schedule anyway. Now close them," he urged.

I rolled my eyes but still closed them, "I have school in the morning, so I can't be out too late. Make this quick."

"Yeah, yeah." he said as I felt a gust of wind and then it felt like I was floating on air. I wanted to open my eyes but I was too scared to. I don't know if he was kidding or not when he said that I would throw up so I don't want to take any chances.

I felt us stop moving and once I felt settled back in my body, I opened my eyes and saw that we were standing in front of a gate. I tried to read the lettering on top of the gate but I could only make out one word in the dark. Cemetery.

"What are we doing at an entrance to a cemetery?" I asked.

"This isn't just an entrance to a cemetery love, it's the entrance to Hell that happens to look like one to a cemetery."

"What?!" I yelled out, snatching my hand out of his that I didn't realize I was still holding. I went to take a step back but ended up bumping into him instead.

"I'm pretty sure you heard what I said when I spoke at a regular volume, so there's no need for you to yell."

I whipped around to face him, I could barely make out his figure in the dark but I was able to poke a finger on his chest.

"Why would you bring me to Hell?!" I yelled at him again.

"There you go again with the yelling and I told you that we are going to be having fun together when we first met. Remember that?" he asked as he took my finger off of his chest. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight. I could feel my anxiety start to build up at the thought of what he might say next.

"Well the fun's just beginning," he let me out of his embrace and turned me back around to face the gate. "Let's go," he snapped his fingers and the gate started to open.

Fuck my life.

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Umm. Hi. I'm a little worried about this one but I'll give it a shot.

Could I request Hifumi with a female s/o who leads sort of a double-life?

During the day, she's a beautiful writer that everybody knows. Hifumi is a big fan of her work.

At night, she cross-dresses as a man at the host club Hifumi works at as a popular male host known for charming people with her poems.

Hifumi is unaware she's a woman (and the same person) until one night in an alley.

While walking home, he sees her get into a fight with a bigger man she bumped into. The man ends up pulling off her wig and ripping the front of her shirt, exposing her. Hifumi is surprised but jumps in to save her from the guy before he punches her.

She's ashamed but Hifumi gently comforts her. He asks why she's living a double-life and learns that she has a really greedy dad that's been mooching off of her for gambling money.

Hifumi is, of course, pissed. Who does that to their own kid? He offers to pay her dad despite her telling him not to, that her father will hurt him. He says that if it's too protect her, an innocent woman, hell do anything.

S/O gets so happy she embraces him and kisses him on the cheek.

Hifumi with a fem! s/o who's leads a double life

Hii sweetheart!! It's actually really specific but I like the idea so here it is..! Hope you enjoy it, contact me if something is wrong..! xx

Femreader, hurt/comfort, cross-dressing, mention of abuse and fight;; 2132 words;;

Also male pronounces to the part where reader is in her fake personality;; Y/n - your name, N/n - nickname (for host club)

"Aa~ah, such a wonderful story..!" - Hifumi sighs, closing the new book that he was reading. It was almost the time to get ready for his shift in the host club, and he should probably stop, but the story was so interesting, he couldn't get enough..! How can he stop in the middle?! Maybe he has enough time to read another chapter, just one more, and he will go dress up..? Or he already told himself that before, probably two or three chapters ago?

After all, it was a book by his favorite writer, Y/n. Hifumi really can say that he was her biggest fan, as he was always buying all her new stories, following her social media and he also was a member of her fanclub in the local library. He also loved to brag that he became her fan when she just started her career in writing, as he was sure it shows his loyalty.

Sometimes in the evenings he was chatting with Doppo, saying how he wished to meet the mysterious writer in person. But all his friend's replies were mumblings about how he wishes to never meet his stupid boss again..

"She's still a girl, how are you planning to talk with her? Through the wall?" - Doppo asked sometimes, looking at the screen of his laptop with a tired face.

"No~oo..! You know, it will be far in the future when I meet her, I'm sure I will overcome my fear by that date..!" - Hifumi always replied to him, giggling.

Even thinking about this future meeting was enough to make him smile, as Hifumi sighs and gets up, finally leaving a book on the table and taking his suit from the closet. Cheerful and sweet, as always, he was humming to himself, as he started thinking about his shift today. Oh, he hopes to see more of his adorable kittens today. This story in the new book gave him some inspiration for new compliments and now he was ready to pleasure his guests with his service…!

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It was five minutes before the host club opened, and Hifumi was standing in front of the big mirror in the locker room, fixing his blonde hair. He then heard footsteps and noticed that his co-workers, N/n, were also here now.

"Good evening, Hifumi-san" - another host bowed a little and smiled.

"Ah, my dear friend, stop it! I'm just a servant, not a master, stop adding "san" in the end" - Hifumi chuckled, his face glowing and charming smile playing on his lips as he was already in his "gigolo" mode - "After all, all my closest friends just call me Hifumi.."

"But you're the most popular host in Shinjuku. Or maybe in the whole of Japan.." - N/n softly sigh, it was hard not to laugh when Hifumi was so glamorous even with his co-workers - "I think I should call you like that in respect of your hard work and acceptance of how far I am from you.."

"Ho~ho, you are talking in such a literary language, N/n..! Then I also should call you like that in respect of your amazing poems! I wonder what kind of story you will bring to our delight today.." - Hifumi whispers, getting closer to N/n.

"It's a secret. But I hope you will hear them too and enjoy my little writings.." - was the simple answer, as a young man opened the door to the club, looking at Hifumi - "I think it's our time to shine.."

'What a poetic and talented person he is, huh..' - Hifumi thought, when he got inside the bright hall, the first visitors were already stepping inside. Gigolo immediately gets closer to them, welcoming them into the club and charming these new kittens with his pompous behavior.

N/n was an interesting person for him, as the poems that this host used to amuse people were so good and fascinating. They kinda reminded Hifumi of the writing style of Y/n, and he was curious, maybe his co-worker is also her big fan? It would be just great, as you two always get along well, maybe you can become friends? It's probably better to discuss new books with N/n, who has a taste in literature, than with Doppo who always falls asleep during Hifumi's chit chats about Y/n.

For some reason Hifumi always doesn't have enough time to talk with him before or after work, as N/n always hurry up to his home after shift ends, and he has never been seen in the streets or in stores.. Nothing, except for his name, was known.

But enough of this secrecy!! Today Hifumi finally determined that it's time to speak properly with N/n. It's time to tell him how much Hifumi appreciates his wonderful imagination and perfect writing skills.

As he keeps serving clients he also starts to wonder, maybe there is even more than just poems, maybe his co-worker is also trying to write stories or books?! And maybe if Hifumi becomes friends with this mysterious guy and supports him in his writings.. Maybe he will get a chance to meet Y/n, as N/n will be in this "literature society" then and will introduce Hifumi as his closest friend to her..!

So.. yeah, big plans were built up in Hifumi's mind, and he didn't notice how fast the shift ended. As he escorted the last guests out of the club, he hurried up to the locker room just to find that he was alone, N/n was already on his way home.

"No..! Wait..!" - he exclaimed, running out from the building, in such a hurry that he didn't even change from his gray suit. He looked around just to notice that his target was already walking into the alley that was on another end of street. - "N/n..!"

It takes some time to run to that alley, and when Hifumi finally got here, breathing heavily, he was horrified to see a picture that unfolded before him:

N/n was standing here, in front of a much bigger man who looked kind of angry. Even if Hifumi didn't hear the beginning of their dialogue, he was sure that there's a mistake, as N/n was always so gentle and tactful, he can't annoy anyone..! But it was clearly visible that the stranger had another opinion as he ran tilting at him with fists.

"Hey, stop..!" - Hifumi screams when a big mad man suddenly grabs N/n by collar with a large hand, pulling his hair with another one. Stranger was much more powerful and Hifumi got scared that he would hurt his co-worker really badly and he quickly got closer to help.

But the sudden sound of ripping clothing stopped him as he was shocked once again. All this time N/n was.. a girl?! Hifumi can clearly see a bra through the tear in her shirt now and he immediately looks away with a little blush just to notice her natural hair, as her wig was now in hands of an angry man.

"If you want some little fight, you should choose an equal opponent..!" - he smirk, taking his hypmic from pocket - "Bring it..!"

All three figures were stunned in place for a moment, as everyone was a little bit shocked. Girl quickly covered herself with hands, ashamed, but it didn't stop now confused but still angry stranger. He throw wig away, clenching his fist, still wanting to attack.. Despite Hifumi get surprised he still was in his gray jacket so he didn't get scared by the female and stood up between them, ready to defend her.

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"Thanks…" - you mumble, pulling your jacket as much as you can to cover your chest. It was not that windy or cold but it was kinda embarrassing to walk like that, especially in front of your co-worker Hifumi.

"That's nothing, darling.. Anyone would do that in my place, so don't be ashamed, kitten. I'm sure this little freak will end up in jail pretty soon.." - he nodded and bit his tongue, as his host mode was still playing in him and he started to give pet names for you too. He hides his hypmic again and looks at you with a concentrated face - "You are not hurted? What is your real name..?"

"Y/n.." - you whisper, and his eyes widened for a moment. He steps closer, thinking if it's a coincidence, but no.. That was actually Y/n, his favorite writer..!

"Oh my.. it's like all my dreams come true… Are you actually Y/n, that Y/n who writes books and stuff?!" - it was hard to control his voice, as he could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

"Sh… Yes, that's me.." - you looked around with a little panic in your eyes. - "Please, don't tell anyone about it, okay? It would probably be almost a scandal if the media would know about this.."

"I will keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life, if it's needed. Actually, I also have a similar secret.." - he touches his suit, his face gets paler and his gaze saddened - "Without this jacket I'm not that pompous and charming.. I can't even say "hi" to a girl as I'm too afraid.."

You look at him really surprised. Hifumi himself was quite a popular celebrity and you heard about that before, but thought that it's just rumors. Now you feel a little bit more ashamed. You remember that sometimes before shifts he was talking with you normally without his suit cause he didn't know that you're a girl, and for some reason it felt like betrayal.

"I.. I'm sorry, I didn't know that.." - you mumble, looking away.

"It's okay.. But may I ask you why you decided to live.. that double life?" - he was really curious. There's so many questions that he has for you! But before he wanted to hear the main truth.

"I.. please promise that you will not tell this to anybody too.." - your voice started trembling a little and Hifumi furrowed his brows, noticing your worried expression - "I need to work several jobs because of my father.."

"Oh.. I'm so sorry.." - Hifumi's first thought was about some serious illness and that you need so much money to pay for the hospital, but you shake your head and sigh.

"My dad is a gambler. He can't find himself a job as he can't stop playing even for a day, so I'm the one who's supported my family.." - you whimper and get silent, feeling as your throat tightens and tears start to tickle your eyes. It was so hard to do all that alone, as you never complained to anyone before, too embarrassed of that life..

But Hifumi gets closer, his warm hand touching your shoulder as he looks at you with compassion in his soft gaze.

"Y/n.. Don't be sad, it's not your fault. You're really a wonderful person, holding that much in yourself and still being able to smile so bright every day.." - he embraces you, letting you lean to his chest and cry out all that stress. His arms caressing you back softly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, soothing you with his calm voice.

Despite his heart beating so fast after he hears such a terrifying story, he tries to control himself. Hifumi was so pissed off by your father, but he needs to calm down himself so he can calm down you too.. so he breathe deeply and whisper:

"Hey.. I can pay your dad instead of you.." - that was his sudden offer - "You should save your money and use them to raise your writing skills, you will have a great future with such passion in books..!"

You look up at him with widened wet eyes and with puffy red cheeks, with a little hope in your tired gaze, but then look away again:

"No, I can't.. I really appreciate your words, but I don't want my father to hurt you.."

"I don't care if he tries to do something. If it means I can protect such innocent, sincere and talented woman, I will do anything. I'm your big fan and I can't stand aside when you are being abused like this.." - he patted your head and gave you a little smile.

His words touch your soul and you feel like you can start to cry again, this time from joy. You nod a little and embrace him, hugging tightly. Hifumi giggles a little but when you kiss his cheek he gets silent, a little blush appears on his surprised face.

"Well, well, wait~ I still didn't do anything in particular.." - he laughed a little, holding you tightly to himself - "You'll have time to thank me later, okay?"

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stuck-in-hypna · 11 months

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Why I like you...

Sim Jaeyun (Enhypen) x OC | Oneshot | Drabbles

Are you giving up and letting go for the right reasons?

18 months and counting, that's how long I've been in this relationship, but I've been thinking about ending it today.

Yes, there's no perfect relationship that exists, but the one I'm in right now is not something one would want, not in this lifetime.

Sim Jaeyun, or Jake and I met when we shared a class in Differential Equations in sophomore year. He's not someone whom I see myself dating since I have my eyes set on his friend, Park Jongseong.

When he invited me to go to a café to go through the week's lesson, I instantly agreed, because I needed help, and the guy was smart, like super smart.

Jake was hilarous and I never thought that we'd have so much in common, and he's really sweet! He made me feel comfortable and safe. He always invited me to go somewhere after class with the excuse of reviewing the lessons. We actually did, and then did something fun each time, our so-called dates were never redundant. And just a few weeks after, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I instantly said yes!

Maybe because we became busy a year after into the relationship, it started to feel dry, noncommittal and stagnant. The thought of breaking up with him became apparent, and yet I couldn't tell him, I didn't have the heart to, plus he didn't do anything wrong.

The 'what if I was single' thought had been haunting me, I feel like the responsibility of being his girlfriend is too much to handle, I admit that I couldn't handle Sim Jaeyun.

As we speak, I'm making my way to their shared apartment. I needed to tell him this in person, I can't be the bigger asshole just by breaking up with him through text.

But truth be told, there's also this lingering feeling that maybe I don't want to break up with him or is it just knowing that I'd be the bad guy to end a perfectly good relationship.

I made it a point to list the reasons why I think this relationship is better to be nonexistent, I wanted to be sure.

One - he annoys the hell out of me. I’m not a morning person per se, and he calls me every damn morning just to be sure that I’m already up and ready to go to school. He even acts like I’m a damned kid that he has to take care of. Please, I have my own life and I know very well that I can take care of myself. Is it even right that the first voice I hear in the morning is always his?!

Two - he’s not serious. Every time I want to talk about something important or something that is really grave, he’d always, ALWAYS make fun of the situation, or me. He says I’m taking things way seriously and I should lighten up a bit. I get that he’s playful and lighthearted, but he should know when to be serious.

Three - he never backs me up! I swear, he just doesn’t. Every time I had to face my biggest fear – which is speaking in front of thousands, or fine, hundreds of people, I freak out… if not, I freeze and end up humiliating myself. But since we started dating, things started to be different, as he acts like it’s not a big deal, I end up getting so annoyed that I forget how I did with the speech.

Four - his friends are weird! I know I shouldn’t involve his friends, but it’s just too much! There’s Sunghoon who’s also one of his roommates, and he’s like Jake’s go to person, but whenever those two are together, you can expect that nothing good will come out of it. There’s also Sunoo who has this unhealthy fixation for all things cute, and Jungwon who always starts arguments because he’s just too tactless for his own good. Niki who’s so clingy and couldn’t do anything without Jake, Jongseong and his unmatched temper, and Heeseung who can’t keep a secret to save his life – HIS FRIENDS ARE TOO MUCH! Yet, I don’t have the heart to tell him to stay away from them, they make him happy...

Five - I hate his smile. Yep, I hate it. Before it was one of the reasons why I fell for him, but now he uses that smile to woo me, I sometimes have this urge to wipe it off his face, maybe because it makes you feel weak and helpless. If he smiles at you, you wouldn’t have the ability to say no, and it’s true – especially when he smirks, God that lovely smirk!

The elevator dinged and it broke my thoughts. I was a nervous wreck as I stepped out to the hallway and made my way to their dorm.

I stopped for a few seconds before ringing their doorbell, I took a deep breath before knocking. This is it.

Jake was the one who opened the door, and he wasn’t smiling either. “Do you want to come in? Is there something wrong Hana?” he asked, for some reason, he too looked tense.

I shook my head, he took it as a sign and stepped out the door, lightly closing it behind him… I have to say it. I called him earlier and told him that we needed to talk, I don’t know if he had an idea though.

But then I looked into his eyes and analyzed his worried expression, all the reasons why I hated him started to flood me.

He annoys the hell out of me because of his morning calls – this makes me smile every morning. This makes me look forward to my day. The exchange of sweet nothings is what fuels me to do things with a smile.

On him not being serious, if he didn’t make me laugh the first time we talked, I wouldn’t even be interested in him. Plus, the way he handled the relationship was fun. Up until now, I wouldn’t even realize that we’ve been together for over year, because time passes by quickly when I’m with him. He makes me enjoy life more, regardless of the fact that he’s not taking things seriously, I know he still listens to me, and he’s never let me handle any of those problems alone.

This is like a wakeup call; how can I even think that he’s not supporting me? He had always been there for me; Jake is the reason why my confidence grew. The way he cheers me on to do things that I never once dreamt of doing, I’ve succeeded because I knew I had him with me, and I felt so powerful and so self-assured, because at the back of my head, I know he’s there and he will always be there.

I’ve always loved his friends, and I know they are an odd bunch, but everyone has their own thing, my friends are not so different. And why do I even question their existence? They love my Jake like family, like a brother, they do take care of each other – I should be thankful for that!

Lastly, his smile – that one thing that made me fall for him…

There’s no way to fool myself, I love him, and it’s been growing ever since, I never have loved him less. The problem was just me; I am scared to be contented. A lot has changed in me because of him.

I looked at him again, anxiety is still obvious on his face. Who am I kidding, I could never break up with him, I could never hurt him – I love this guy to death, even if he’s full of imperfections, he’s still Sim Jaeyun, my Jake. I love him because he’s he.

He pursed his lips together and again, it showed his almost smile, which I couldn’t resist – I flung my arms around him and hugged him, I felt his whole body start to relax.

“Babe… I had this crazy thought that you would break up with me…” he said and returned my hug.

I hid my smile… Jake, you never knew what hell I’ve been going through since last night thinking that I’m going to end things with you today.

“I’m just glad that it’s not that…” he continued and laughed.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way I’m leaving you… I love you!”

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contrappostoes · 5 months

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aaaaa i'm sorry, i should have been specific about the kind of question, it's more related to coming out than bisexuality specifically now that i think about it >.<

i've been identifying as a lesbian for years and for a while now i've been feeling like maybe i'm actually bi but i'm honestly terrified of exploring that and i don't know what to do. every time i try to think it through i get so stressed out that i start to cry because i have a lot of feelings and experiences that feel so hard to sort out but at the same time i know i can't keep pretending forever. the hardest thing is that i've felt my attraction swing so strongly in the other direction after feeling nothing about men for years and it's making me so sad and disgusted with myself. it's i've been sitting on this all year and it's really starting to take a toll on me now that i realized it's almost 2024 and i'm still lying to everyone about this. i was hoping if it's not too much to ask you might be able to give me some advice on how you navigated this bc you seem so confident and i feel really lost and anxious since i can't talk to anyone i know in real life about it. i know that this is a lot so please feel free to ignore it if you don't want to answer, thank you so much for reading whether you decide to answer or not

Firstly a big hug to you, I'm sorry you've been in so much emotional pain and that you have felt isolated in all this 😢🫂 I know that when you're in that place, it can feel like such a big deal even just to say "I'm hurting in this way" to another person, so I'm really touched you came to me 💙

My biggest piece of advice to you would be to do your best to move away from the question of "what am I really?" and towards the question "what do I want?" It's been my experience that approaching questions of sexuality as though there's some fixed, immutable truth to your sexual identity that is just waiting there for you to uncover is little more than a painful, drawn-out exercise in making yourself miserable. That's exactly what I did when I first came out at 20, and if I could change anything about my life, it would be to not quite literally lock myself in my room for weeks doing nothing but dissecting my life and over-intellectualizing my feelings in an attempt figure all that out. Sure I came out of it with some kind of answer, but the experience left me horrifically depressed and destroyed my self worth, and it took a long time to bounce back from that - especially since I felt a lot of shame about the state I was in, and I couldn't bring myself tell anyone else about what had brought it about.

I mention all that because what I see in your message is that you are being similarly hard on yourself, and I want you to know that there is a much healthier way to approach this that will hopefully leave you feeling more comfortable, confident, and in control. Shifting the question to "what do I want?" allows you to consciously dictate the terms of the process instead of getting overwhelmed by your anxieties. It takes your fear out of the driver's seat and puts you firmly in it.

What do you want? What makes you happy? What do you value? What aspects of you and your life do you treasure, what do you want to cultivate, what would be best left behind? What would you do if there were no limits on you? At the end of your life, what do you want to be able to say about how you lived your life?

These are big, essential questions, ones we unfortunately don't often get the space to take a step back and thoughtfully consider our answers to as we deal with juggling school, work, and adult life and obligations. One benefit to being in a state of questioning is that you have already created the space to ask big questions about yourself. Why not broaden the scope a bit? Instead of just asking questions about who you are, these questions give you the space to holistically figure out who you want to be.

You wanted to know how I navigated this — that's how! I didn't want to put myself through what I experienced at 20 again. I asked myself these questions and they helped me understand that if I wanted to act in line with my adult priorities, I needed to let go a bit, give myself the permission to make a change in order to keep growing into the person I want to be. I won't get into all the specifics but it helped a lot to concretely articulate certain things to myself, such as "sex & sexuality are important to how I understand myself and my gender" and "it's more important to me to have the freedom to do the things I want and need to than it is for others to understand them." It helped me establish my own rules of engagement with the sexual identity question so I could make that process a helpful one for me instead of something deeply destabilizing.

Take a deep breath — you are in control here, you are the boss of you. I completely understand how overwhelmed and lonely you must be feeling. Along with re-shifting your focus, I suggest that you find some outlet for those feelings, whether it's a forum or server where you can talk to other people who are in the same boat, journaling, moving your body in a way that's enjoyable for you, playing a game, making something, anything that helps ground you. Even finding a place where you can just say "I feel overwhelmed" without having to get into specifics can help alleviate some of that stress. People will be here for you if you let them know you're hurting, even if you're not ready or aren't able to give them the details.

Lots of love to you. I know you can move forward in a healthier way, some days will be better than others, what's important is that we remember to give ourselves grace through all the emotional ups and downs. I hope this helps a little bit 🫂💙

#truly best of luck with everything anon #above all understand that you're not alone!

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aftaylorglow · 7 months

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get your shit together

these past few weeks, i've been seeing tweets about how joe loved taylor when she was at her lowest, but he couldn't love her when she's at her highest. then a few days ago, i was listening to renegade and thought about that.

i tapped on your window on your darkest night the shape of you was jagged and weak

i think one of the things that folklore and evermore taught us is that taylor can write from any perspective. but it's easy to assume that because she's singing, she's talking from her perspective.

the song has been out for two years so i'm sure i'm not the first one to come to this conclusion, but renegade makes so much sense if you see it as taylor talking about herself from the perspective of a partner.

i'm saying it's joe purely because of when this was written/released and the whole he loved her at her lowest thing. we also know that in call it what you want, she also used "darkest night" as a lyric.

there was nowhere for me to stay but i stayed anyway

one of the biggest mysteries of my swiftie life is the summer of 2016. breaking up with calvin, meeting tom and joe at the same time, dating tom, breaking up with tom, getting together with joe, possibly cheating on one of these men with one of these men...the timeline is unclear to me and i fear we won't ever really know, especially with joe now out of her life.

anyway, i interpreted the above line as her meeting him at a point in her life where she didn't have space for him. maybe when she was still with someone, maybe when she's freshly out of a relationship and didn't want to be in another one yet. but he stayed anyway.

and if i would have known how many pieces you had crumbled into i might have let them lay

taylor tends to be hard on herself. oftentimes, she knows she's that bitch but she has moments where she's so insecure, especially about how her celebrity affects her relationships. i mean we've gotten a ton of anxiety-induced songs these past six years. you're losing me is the latest example with the line, "i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser."

sometimes i think she thinks she's not worth everything her partner has to go through just to be with her. i see the verse above as the perfect thesis statement for this observation. it's like, "if i'd only known just how deeply you're messed up, i wouldn't have bothered."

and this hurts because we don't know if her partner actually thought of these things. it's what she thinks her partner must feel toward her, which says so much more about how she views herself.

are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? and let all your damage damage me? and carry your baggage up my street?

this supports my previous statement about how this is how taylor views herself. she's damaged. she has a ton of baggage. and these are what she's bringing to the relationship. is it worth it? she probably thinks not. it's why she probably said the timing isn't right for them right now. and why he's asking, in incredulity, if now's the time to talk about timing. after all, he's already stayed. he's proven he can tough it out.

you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody

this reads as something very dismissive of the other person's feelings. but remember, in this interpretation, it's taylor talking to herself in the perspective of her partner. so she's basically telling herself to stop being so self-centered. hold up her end of the relationship and try.

is it insensitive for me to say "get your shit together so i can love you" is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything or do you just not want to?

i feel like this verse shows her fear of being found out. she has made up all these excuses about why she couldn't give everything to this relationship and she's scared that the time will come when her partner will call her out and discover that maybe, after all they've been through, she's just not willing to try.

which is a very interesting thing to think about! from previous albums, we've gotten songs and explanations from taylor about how early in their relationship, she was the one who wanted to give up. to save him from herself. but he didn't want to leave. he wanted them to work. when taylor was explaining peace, it was clear that eventually she wanted to make the relationship work by making herself and her life seem as normal as possible and not be this elephant in the room. and then, in you're losing me, she begs him to "do something babe, say something." eventually, he gave up on them, too.

you fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself but do you know you're demolishing me? and then you squeeze my hand as i'm about to leave

once again, this has taylor's self-loathing written all over it. "you fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself" is similar to "my words shoot to kill when i'm mad, i have a lot of regrets about that" she's aware of her self-loathing and how she turns it outward and hurts her partner. the use of the word "demolishing" implies intent, too.

the last line also supports what i said earlier about her thinking she's self-centered. because isn't it selfish to deliberately hurt the person who held you through your darkest moments and then stop them from leaving when you've been pushing them away this entire time?

anyway, it's 6:41 am and i just wanted to let all this out because listening to it a few days ago and thinking of the song as her talking about herself from the perspective of someone who wanted to love her made me sad.

#so yeah #this is just over 1k words omg #i haven't written something this long in so long #anyways #lyric analysis #taylor swift #swiftie #renegade

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plscallmeeren · 9 months

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Platonic Logan Howlett x OC

Summary: just a lil Drabble from a fanfic I never finished and hardly started

Warnings: ……swearing maybe?; unedited bullshit

Stares fell on me inevitably like I was the magnet and their eyes were the iron as I crossed the school grounds.

Some things never change, I guess.

The looks had a wide range though: Most were dirty or hungry stares, some held fear, others were laced with pure curiosity.

I was the newest thing to be thirsty for, the circus, the best gossip in the past months, and to those who looked on with fear - the next danger in their fucking hell of a life. And it made me wonder how much must have happened to those that their trust issues reached a paranoia that warned them of a single individual casually walking through their heavily guarded home.

A part of me didn't want to know.

But perhaps they should have been relieved they couldn't see all the weapons I was carrying. I probably didn't need them, but one could never be too careful.

Silently I thanked the gods I hadn't brought my swords, which I couldn't hide so easily. I could've caused someone a panic attack.

Logan stood waiting for me at the entrance, and my guess told me that was an abnormality in itself and that just that might have saved me from even more fear, but granted me more attention.

I'm not one to complain.

His face was stern and cold, and he gave out warning looks to the boys and some girls looking at me thirstily. Why does he hide his smile? It's the only acceptable part of him most of the time...

I pondered whether he felt the need to look tough in front of his students and maybe even coworkers. He definitely made himself that image when it came to the outside world. And that made me wonder if he was ever himself here. Did he even smile with Jean? The thought of his smile being such a rare occurrence around here made me sad for those who missed it, but I understood. I understood but I wished... I wish he wouldn't. Then again, it gave me a sense of pride I immediately felt guilty for. So I'm the only one who always gets to see it.

Yet I ignored every thought and placed a smirk on my face as I approached him. More heads turned and the whispers grew heavier as I crossed my arms and looked at him mischievously as always.

Even though he was 6'2 and I was 5'2 I towered over him in our eyes. I may never know how other people perceive it. If for them I look like the small one next to him. But he seemed small for me, perhaps because I knew how small he had been so many times. And for him I was the biggest person he knew, because I, and I quote, 'have a big personality'.

"What are you looking at me like that for?", he growled, already feeling he knew the answer.

"Oh, I am going to have such a great time here. I will meet all your little friends and students you've told me about, tell them stories about you, show them baby pictures-"

"There are no baby pictures of me", he said it so triumphantly I almost believed him. Kidding. A grin plastered on my face, I stayed silent, just long enough for him to realise his mistake.

"Really? Is that what you think?" My eyebrows raised provocatively as I twirled a strand of hair between my fingers.

A glimpse of unimportant fear flickered in his eyes briefly, before narrowing them and glaring at me in a 'don't-you-dare' kind of a way.

It was a comforting thing in my eyes. That someone who had gone through hell and back could still be scared of things as simple as his coworkers and students seeing their baby photos. Mind you, he knows damn well if anyone would actually do it it would be me.

"It's nice to finally see you again", he broke the silence, his gaze softening as the act fell and for a moment I caught his smile red-handed. Even here.

I could have sworn a few students gasped at his expression and I could hear talk of us being together. Let them gossip. They won't find news as hot as us for a while.

"I dare say you missed me", I smiled and wrapped an arm around his neck and gave him half a hug. A real greeting would have to wait 'til later.

Beside us, someone cleared their throat and I stood back again, allowing my eyes to fall upon a red-haired woman who I immediately recognized.

"Jean!", I cried in delight, and confusion spread over her formerly grim face, "It is so wonderful to see you, hon."

The look on her face... priceless.

"I... What? Do I know you?", she stammered in bewilderment as Logan seemed to be sinking in a sea of dread.

As he should be.

Even though I would recognize her anywhere at this point, she looked different than how Logan saw her. His mind coloured her in such endless beauty she looked amazing, but seeing her with my own eyes... she just looked normal. As normal as any other out there. And I imagined how much love it would take to change a person's appearance so much in one's mind. Perhaps I would never know, for that's how I would always see the person after all.

"No. But I know you so well. Oh my fuckin', god you have no idea how many stories I've heard. I feel like I've already met you, darlin'." Next to me Logan looked like he just wanted to disappear as Jean looked over at him and I grinned. He needed that humiliation every now and then. Most of us did.

"Also, your hair would look nicer short in my opinion. Make of that what you will but I stand by it."

Jean looked thoroughly taken aback as I showed her my sweetest smile. Something in me was singing Kill her, kill her not, kill her, kill her more because of all the things Logan had told me she had done by him, but yet another part found deep respect appropriate. She looked like someone who could deserve both. Maybe she was conflicted, too. Maybe she's like me.

But the thought quickly vanished with the usual counter-argument: I'm one of a kind. That's good. One more me and the world would be too dark and complicated to live in.

"Logan, who is this?", the way she said it made her more dispicable than before. She played with her victims; I could tell.

I love you. But not like that. I'd die for you - but don't text you back. I choose him. But only in the softest of voices do I speak to you. In the most loving ways do I treat you. But you're not the one for me. That kind of person.

"This is... an old friend. One who I regret introducing to this school", he replied grumpily, and suddenly I was the extra. The one too many. The third wheel instead of her. Fuck this.

"You speak too soon, honey. I'm sure everyone here will love me", I repressed any hurt in my voice and looked back at Jean. Such a stunner, right?

"Yes... I'm sure the boys will", Jean muttered venomously. I'm not sure if she intended for me to hear or not but my blood was boiling. Well, I tried.

"Logan, where's your room?", my eyes didn't leave Jean's as I asked him innocently, letting a dangerous undertone find its way to my words, and I could almost hear Jean gasp internally. Ha. Not the only mind-reader, are you.

"Up two floors, down right corridor, third door, no name", he said quickly, but not hurriedly. I bet as soon as I go he'll tell Jean 'it's not what you think'. Yeah, hon. Sure.

"What makes you think you can just barge into this school and it's okay?"

You just had to push it, didn't you.

"I didn't barge in. I got invited, sweetheart."

Bestie here was getting nervous. Me against his crush in a fight? Good luck with that.

And no. By fight I don't necessarily mean physical. Although that's not out of the question, either.

"And if you don't wanna talk to me then fucking don't. I sure as hell won't feel like I'm missing out."

"Yn.", Logan said in a reprimanding tone, that only to me sounded like a plead.

"Okay, I'll spare her. But please tell her to mind her manners with me. I don't fair well with... people I don't like or who mistreat me." I finally looked away from her and the look I shot Logan wrote miles. He nodded solemnly and added: "Go on, then. I'll let you watch."

I smiled again and strutted past him into the building, leaving silence and looks of awe in my wake. I'm a performer, and all of life is my spectator.

I did feel like that sometimes. I was forced onto stage straight out of a brawl so I could put more emotion behind my stage name. My audience was a demon that had decided to build me, purely for entertainment and as much drama as possible. I always grant you that, don't I?

I reached the corridor that Logan had advised me to go to, only to be distracted by two students near the end of the hall who were making out.

"Guys, isn't this the teachers' section? I mean hey, I won't tell, but a little risky, don't ya think?" Look who's talking.

The two teenagers fell apart in seconds and started sharing excuses and questions at a speed even I could hardly decode.

"As I said. You don't have to make excuses to me, but slogan will be coming up soon and I don't think you would've liked that confrontation."

One of the two guys looked like he was about to faint and the other had put on a resolute facade but was practically trembling.

"I- Look, can you please- no one knows we're- yknow. Please don't be a bitch about it, either", the one of them said, looking at me with so much intensity it was impressive.

The other slowly added: "Calling her a bitch probably won't help..." He said it in a very loving and caring manner, almost like an old habit of bickering, which only they understood and knew to be a tease. Sweet.

"No big deal, and I wouldn't. I love a bit of gossip but we are one of a kind and we do have to stick up for each other. Now hurry on. I can hear Logan coming", I gave them one last smile before opening the only unnamed door and entering his room. In truth, Logan had just set foot inside the mansion after talking to Jean, but that way they had some time to escape at least.

Now, for the record, I did know what Logan's room looked like. He's not too old for video-call - but being being here is something else entirely.

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nelweensfic · 1 year

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Yule or Christmas?

This is the second prize of the DTIYS from @drarry-fifi on instagram. The winner is HP_fanfics17 on insta 😘 Enjoy some Healer!Draco with Attorney!Harry bickering over what to do during Christmas/Yule! 🥰🎄

"Why don't we just eat a good meal and open the presents like everybody else does?" Harry sighed, looking up from his files while Draco was standing by the door frame.

"I can't believe you! I thought all those years doing it with the Weasleys would have taught you some common traditions?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Yule!" Draco gripped his green healer cap tightly, obviously angry. "Yule is a pure wizard tradition! It's clearly a powerful and meaningful wizard tradition that you should know about!"

"Sorry if I wasn't raised by a wizard or done anything about yule before!" Harry tried to calm the situation, unsuccessfully.

"You forgot the ball." And with those last words, Draco left the room, done with the situation.

Harry stayed silent. He was sure Ron or Hermione did talk about Yule and all the other celtic festivities during the years before but he couldn't quite remember why it wasn't celebrated anymore. Maybe something about dark magic. He had always celebrated Christmas like every muggles had done, even the Wealsey were celebrating Christmas.

Harry looked down at his files on his desk. A woman he had to defend in front of the court tomorrow, and he had solid evidence against the guilty but he should study more of it before the big day. He was an attorney for Merlin's sake.

But Draco was more important. So he stood up and joined his boyfriend in their living room, the sound of music telling him Draco was in a sad mood. He spotted him on the couch, reading one of his romance books, his feet under the christmas blanket.

Harry carefully took Draco’s feet and sat where they were before putting them on his lap. Draco didn't say a word, treating him with a silent punishment.

"What do you do during Yule?" Harry asked, curious.

"What's the point, if we don't do it?"

"Well," Harry watched the fire cracking, the golden light brightening the Christmas tree beside it. "Maybe we could combine both traditions if it fits. I don't know much about Yule but it could work."

"You really think that?" Draco asked in a whisper, his eyes brightening when Harry looked at him.

"Of course love, tell me what you do with your family."

"We put the biggest log in the fireplace first, then we light candles. Usually Mother lit a cinnamon and pine smudge that she asked the house elf to purify the house with. Father didn't like it so instead he stayed outside during that time, crafting the Yule Wreath and other tiny wood and pine decorations." Draco's voice pitched with excitement, like a child explaining his plan. "I used to help my father because we ended up doing a snowman at that time too."

"Sounds so Malfoys." Harry snorted and Draco kicked him on his tight. "Hey!"

"We also have family moments, you know?" Draco pouted. "It all was about celebrating with loved ones and new beginnings."

Harry thought about it. He had always celebrated Christmas, it was the first time they would do something together during that period. They dated for five years and moved in together months ago when Harry had just finished his law studies but they never actually did Christmas together.

Harry already knew things would change, both being raised differently, and they first experienced it when they had just moved in together and started bickering over a lot of little things, but they never talked or thought about family tradition before.

Harry's heart clenched at the thought and watched Draco analyzing him, fear in his eyes clearly showing that he was ready to drop his habits for Harry but would have been sad to do it.

"Let's do that, and we could add gifts under the tree, with a log cake while eating fancy food together. Maybe we should ask your mom and the Weasleys to come over. All together, introducing them officially."

"That's… quite a good idea. Thank you Harry." Draco pressed his feet on Harry's tight, not daring to move more.

"I love you." Harry squeezed the fert with his hand, smiling, content of their plan before closing his eyes, enjoying the music and the cracking sound of the logs in the fireplace.

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Alright I've had some time to ponder about the archon quest and let it sit in my bones... and let me just say, I adored it. With like...every fiber of my being this was SO cool. First of all, the character interactions were fantastic: Kuki being like a mom friend, Itto and Paimon fighting (although she was kinda mean to him like geez man calling him a useless boss? he does know how to fight and get things done when need be so that really annoyed me), Yelan being like the big tough level headed sister ... wonderful.

The whole plot of the domain using their imagination against them was also awesome I love creepy mind games like that in media where the protagonist's own mind is their greatest asset and biggest enemy simultaneously that scratches such an itch in my head. Mwah. Everyone seeing their own worst fears was interesting to watch (squinting at how Paimon didn't look in the door though hmm...many thoughts) and then when we...met up with Xiao I couldn't stop giggling at the interaction like "You need to stay away, I'll hurt you-"

Yanfei: We're ALREADY in danger..

Xiao: Oh on Rex Lapis??? Don't move I'm omw-

I was really worried about him ngl, especially when Yanfei explained what wills were and he was just "Oh ..what if I make one rn-"

The entire rest of the team: WHAT--

Like straight up he just low key expressed he was ready to die I know Xiao's not really okay but...I didn't realize it was that bad, good god. Considering everything he's been through I get it but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell.

Things I don't see people talking about much though is how quickly Xiao thinks on his feet: like when you fight Bosacius, he uses Rex Lapis against him to get him to lower his guard; and when the crew is getting out of the Chasm, when Xiao's just about out of energy, instead of trying to run on fumes to the top, he uses the last of his energy to warp everyone else out. That's ingenious!!! He's such a smart little guy I love him :}

This part had me almost hollering out loud: it hurt a lot, Yelan realizing what Xiao was going to do but not being fast enough to stop it (it hurts even more when you remember that Yanfei tells you she's lost comrades and friends in the past as well so her last thoughts before getting warped out were probably 'somebody i care about is going to die again and i was too late to help' ouch ouch OUCH OUCH); as tough as she was with Xiao it was outta concern and care for him, yanno? Tough love and all that :')

Xiao's theme being remixed when they were all working together to fight the ghost like beings was also a highlight of the quest for me, and I don't see anyone else talking about that. Did anybody else hear that??

Bosacius, good old Bosacius.... getting more yaksha lore destroyed me emotionally, in the best way. Knowing that they are were a little family and then the karma stole that away....I'm unwell....they all seemed so happy and god. God!!! I'm so sad. But I'm at least happy Bosacius remembered who he was before he died, and his family too, and died nobly; and the Bosacius that attacked us was just an illusion (if I understand correctly, anyway)

(Never gonna be over him being like "My brothers and sisters have come for me," either. That's gonna haunt me I'm SO emotional)

Zhongli coming in clutch!!!! I was so afraid that Xiao was going to die, he had death flags everywhere and then when he started falling back into the Chasm I genuinely thought that was it; especially when he closed his eyes (he was so ready to die, guys. he was so ready to go. that hurts a lot) and then Zhongli.......ouh ....I almost gasped when I saw the golden light just ZHONGLI!! HE'S HERE!!! OH MY GOD!! What I wanna know is when did Xiao learn that he's Rex Lapis? ..to be fair, Zhongli looks just like the statues so it probably wasn't hard to piece together, but still.

Us telling Xiao he's not a burden and he should stay around the people who make him happy and that we should all take care of each other....that really got me in my feelings, especially when Xiao talked about how even though the world is cruel and hard there's beauty in it, there's good in it too .. and him agreeing to look after each other..he's healing, guys. He's realizing he's not a burden and he can trust and rely on people, and he has people who love him and want him around. Man!!!!! Man. As someone who tends to self isolate a lot, that especially felt like a punch to the gut, what with "people need each other to survive". . we really do we're wired to be little communities and look after each other!!! It's how we stay happy and idk, it just touched me; when MC was like "you're not a burden" it felt like she was looking through the screen right at me just "yes, that means you too" and man. I guess it touched my soul a little bit. .I felt all soft afterwards in the best way.

Anyway, Zhongli trolling us was funny as hell. More of that, please.

10/10 quest. I LOVED this event. Xiao opening up and getting friends again has me punching the wall!!!!!!!!

#genshin spoilers #im so emotional #im still not over this #i didn't cry but man my chest hurt SO badly #so so bad i was legitimately in physical pain #idk what i would've done if xiao actually died but thank god he's alright

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