#letter from your future love ask game
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Hi apricot♥️
I’m SV, 25
I like reading, swimming and dancing.
I’d like a telegram from my next partner please.
Can’t wait 💪🏻
Thank you
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8 of Wands, 10 of Pentacles, The Star. The Moon
Dear,
It happened fast. Everything is happening so quickly that we still have not been able to talk about the important things. I just had a big fat crush. I tried to be subtle so that others around us would not notice. You were better than me, I think. We were surrounded by people we know so I like to think that you were just trying to act nonchalant because of it. You got butterflies too...that is what I like to think. We stole glances at each other. I hope we were being subtle.
I feel like we both felt the pull. I don't know why we found it kind of thrilling to go around in circles a little. I daydreamt a lot. I know you did too. I wish for us to have our own little secrets. I hope we can tell each other all our hopes and dreams. You can confide in me. I like to tell you about dreams that I never dare to tell anyone else. We can dream together. Let's pour out our souls to each other.
Song: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift
Note: This is a channeled message but I do think that with the combo of 8 of Wands and 10 of Pentacles, it kind of gave away where you might meet or notice each other for the first time. That is why in the first paragraph, it is like he is reminiscing on that moment.
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A/N: An interpreted continuation of @shiny-jr wonderful fic. This is one of the longest fics I’ve written…..carried by my love for Heartslabyul. Been chipping away at this every so often until now. I would strongly recommend reading Shiny’s part first, or else a good part of this will not make sense. Part two will be something that will be floating in the future.
TW/CW: Graphic descriptions of PTSD & panic attack symptoms, self-harm from bad coping habits, dissociation, dismemberment, references to Alice in Wonderland, made up lore LOL
I. II. | Isekai AU | Yan! Heartslabyul x Reader
"So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality…"
– Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Caroll
i. Cremation
Ramshackle's mailbox is a pitiful thing.
It sits right in front of the small graveyard near forgotten covered in tangled vines and weeds. Unlike its surroundings which shine from recent renovations and repairs, the hinges still squeak loudly when the latch is opened and the outer parts are scratched and dented. On bright sunny days, it sticks out like a sore thumb.
And today, it's even more obvious.
The box now is in danger of tilting off its support pole, filled with the weight of lumpy letters, spilling out envelopes upon the dirt. Around it sits various colorful wrapped boxes and packages that are piled haphazardly across each other. You swear it gets larger each passing day.
“How many does this make?”
A battered top hat pops into existence next to you, one of the resident Ramshackle ghosts who's been helping you around lately. (He had said you remind him of his siblings when he was alive. You're still unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.)
You let out a sigh through your nose. There's nothing to say about the situation in front of you. You wish they could disappear the minute you wish for it, yet the colorful wrappings and the various envelopes scattered around your feet don’t vanish the more you stare.
“I’m really sorry about all this.”
The ghost shakes his head, frowning at your apology.
“It’s not your fault, prefect.”
The words are reassuring, but they don’t make the gross feeling go away when you crouch down and start picking up letters that have fallen out of the mailbox.
From: Azul Ashengrotto
Sender: Vil Schoenheit
Sent by: Riddle Rosehearts
All of them are addressed to you, of course. You can already imagine their contents: filled to the brim with regret and guilt, blotted words begging for forgiveness for the wrongs they’ve done. When you told the Headmaster that you didn’t want anyone visiting Ramshackle, that wasn’t an invitation for them to flood you with unwanted mail. Then again, perhaps you should have foreseen that they would do this. All of them are stubborn to a fault. It wasn't like your phone was any better until you’ve blocked all numbers making it go off endlessly like a shrieking parrot.
The resulting letters alone are thick enough to rival the textbooks Professor Trein assigns students. Pressing your lips together, you turn around to start heading back to your temporary home.The rest of the bulky packages can wait. The ghost helps swing the door open and Grim perks up from his seat in the living room as you set down the letters.
“Grim, can you get a fire going?”
“Now?”
He eyes the thick pile of letters with wary slit pupils and asks, “Aren’t ya…gonna read ‘em?”
You did. For the first few ones, at least. They were barely discernible, their apologies blurring by as they begged for your grace and mercy. That they would do anything to right their wrongs. If you didn’t know any better, you would say their reverence was akin to a cult.
It makes your skin crawl.
After that, you stopped bothering to even skim through. What is the point of continuing to make sense of lunatics? Of cruel games and intrepid players?
"We have the wood, and the house is a bit chilly, so why not?" You reply. Grim scrunches his eyebrows but doesn't object as heavy wooden logs are dumped into the grate. He takes a deep breath and blows upon the letters scattered on the wood, encasing everything in familiar neon blue flames.
You settle into the armchair next to Grim, staring into flickering blue flames. Grim curls up next to you, purring contentedly. All too easily, your eyes lull close to the sound of crackling flames consuming paper.
–
When you step out onto the front porch the next morning, you're overtaken by an overwhelming fragrance.
There's crimson red petals floating through the air. Fluttering in the crisp morning wind, they fall in your hair and the rest end up crushed under your feet. You'd feel bad if it wasn't so pungent; the very air feels like it's infused with the scent of roses.
Your nose crinkles as you pick up the impossibly huge bouquet that is wrapped in silk and ribbons. It's certainly beautiful, you'll give it that. Yet this scent doesn't bring back good memories. It only brings vivid flashbacks of being lost among rose bushes, covered in dirt and scratches, trying so frantically to find a way out. When every single crack and snap was a possible life threat.
You don't realize you're crushing the bouquet until something trickles down your fingers. It doesn't feel like blood pooling between your skin. Relaxing your grip ever so slightly, you find pin sharp thorns running down the stems where you were gripping. The fleshy meat of your palm is punctured cleanly in the shapes of the thorns. Was it left unclipped on purpose?
The card is the next thing you find with bloodied fingers, rumpling white cardstock and soiling it without a care.
To our beloved player,
We deeply apologize for the pain we have caused you and beg for your forgiveness. We will make sure to atone for our sins of harming you.
~H
The initial and the bouquet is too obvious of who it's from. Riddle must've penned it, because none of the card soldiers would ever write this formally. But it must've been Cater's idea to send the bouquet–Trey nor Riddle would've come up with such a sentimental and sappy idea. And Ace and Deuce would rather die than do such a cringey thing.
The door opens again behind you. You turn to see a half-awake Grim groggily yawning. He stops once his blue eyes land on the bouquet in your hands.
"Whazz that?" He points a paw at the rumpled roses, and you hastily shove them behind your back.
"Nothing." You say.
Grim makes a face before finally breaking the awkward silence with, "Do ya want me to go tell 'em off–"
"No."
The answer is rushed and makes Grim's eyes widen. It's crazy, you know. But to have Grim try to solve the problem for you doesn't sit well with you. It's not like it's his fault for what you went through.
And maybe, deep down, you couldn't bear the thought of telling them nasty insults and curses to make them hate you more.
"I'll take care of it." You add, trying to reassure Grim, who only stares impassively. He shakes his head.
"Am I making another fire?"
"...if you can, please."
ii. The Morgue
It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been brought to Twisted Wonderland.
Yuu’s…body has been moved to another room. It freaks you out more than you would like to admit. It’s familiar, yet it’s not. It’s carved to your image, but with none of your personality. There’s something wrong with the way its eyes are tilted, the dip of its cheeks, the curve of the chin. An idealistic, dreamy mirror of yourself.
Still. You’ve seen many dolls in your lifetime, and even you cannot deny the life like artisanship. The seams of the joints are cleverly hidden and the skin is smooth and unfettered without any misshapen resin(or clay?)–these are marks of a true doll-maker.
“It’s your vessel.” Grim had said with a matter of fact tone. As if you weren't looking at an unmoving human body. “Everyone was freakin’ out cuz’ it just shut down outta nowhere.”
It must’ve been because you were brought here at that moment. The hypothesis doesn’t really make you feel any better. You should know better than to blame an inanimate shell of a vessel, but...
You jerk awake, cold sweat running down your neck and face. It takes a second for you to realize you're not being encased in burning scarlet flames and it's not claustrophobic verdant green hedges surrounding you. The bed sheets are tangled, wrapped in a chokehold around your legs and torso. Instead of translucent leaves, the bed canopy curtain shields you from the moonlight pouring in. The soft snores of Grim sync with your ragged breaths in time.
Tonight's nightmare had been recurring for a while. Every single time you thought you had shaken it off, it comes back like a bad omen.
Instinctively, your hand runs over the bumpy raise of scars running down your back and neck. Most of them had faded with magical treatment and time, but there are some that still have rough skin that has hardened like scales on a dragon.
Your fingertips curve inward and dig.
You thought you were safe. The rose maze is large and encompassing: hiding would be the best move. You breath in–
– and you were face to face with the Crimson Tyrant himself.
His face contains no humanity, his eyes only reflect dark, dark anger and resentment. You thought you were staring into a never ending abyss. Something inky black catches your eye, and you realize with horror that blot is trapping your feet and leaving stains upon your skin.
"Stop right there, imposter!"
Your nails scrabble at the bumps and raises, tearing through them with obsessive speed. Faster, faster–it doesn't feel right, you have to scrub your skin clean of those foreign textures.
Adrenaline is the only thing keeping your legs from collapsing to the blot climbing its way up. You have to do something–
–something wraps around your neck and torso, and all air leaves you as it squeezes and knife sharp needles gnaw into bone.
Your breathing grows more hoarse as your nails scratch faster and faster, desperate to remove more of those vile clumps of impurities.
"You will suffer as Yuu did." The verdict is declared with deranged gleeful vengeance. The tyrant points his scepter at your fallen body covered in thorny vines reminiscent of roses. Blot swallows your form and screams whole–
It's only when the familiar smell of iron registers in your mind, that you finally snap back to your senses. When you finally draw your hand back to view, it's covered in clotted blood and torn skin, both dead and fresh, all clogged under your nails. The open cold air now makes your neck and back sting sharply as blood trickles out of reopened wounds.
It's with a heavy heart that you quietly leave the bedroom entirely to wash away the blood in the kitchen sink. Crimson dyes the white ceramic for a brief moment before swirling away down the drain.
The wounds sting and ache, but you can barely be bothered to tend to them as you resign yourself to the living room couch with a thin blanket. You think of Grim sleeping unaware upstairs and close your eyes. The old weathered grandfather clock in the corner ticks on and on with each second.
No, you can't blame a puppet for functioning for its purpose.
But you could tear its limbs out of its sockets so it could never walk anywhere again. If you plucked out its fingers and eyes, it wouldn't be able to find its way around anymore. Sewing the mouth shut would seal the deal.
Then it would truly know how it felt to have no choice.
–
Working as Sam's assistant helps take the mind off things. Crowley had begged you to resume classes as Grim's 'beast tamer', but something in you screamed at the thought of having to shed your feelings aside to return to what normalcy was. As if this world didn't run on the giant malicious cogwheels of fate and lines of code.
How painfully obvious it is that your mere presence is just a substitute.
"Ah!"
You look up from sorting products on the shelves to a surprised looking Riddle Rosehearts. No no no no–
You take in his sunken gray eyes and pale skin, before going back to shelving products. It takes strength to play dumb. Your shaking hands betray the fear growing within as they sort through stationary merchandise. Finally, the products are lined up neatly and you're trying to bustle away as quickly as you can–
"W-wait!" You try to ignore the half whispered plea, moving behind the counter with an unnatural speed.
"Please, wait, I need something!" You do stop, because unfortunately, you can't completely ignore a customer in need. So you take a deep breath and grit your teeth, turning around with a polite smile. Stare straight ahead. Think not of smoldering flames and knife like rose thorns–
"What can I help you with?" He stares into your eyes, frantic and desperate. It's clear with the way his mouth opens and closes that he wasn't sure how to continue his case.
"If you aren't sure, take your time to browse, dear customer." The grin was starting to wear on your cheeks already with how much you struggle to keep it in place.
Please just leave, you internally beg. You settle behind the counter, watching as Riddle bows his head and disappears among the shelves for his items. A tired sigh leaves your nose.
Your hands keep shaking no matter how hard you clench and unclench them.
He can't hurt me here.
Sam is just a yell away and there's mace and a knife in your bag underneath the counter.
It'll be fine. It's not the Tyrant.
A clink of glass catches your attention, as some ink bottles are pushed on the counter.
"I've finished." Riddle's smoldering eyes choke you under their hues.
"I'll ring that up, then."
The exchange happens quietly yet as you hand him the bottles, he pauses, looking down. "What happened to your hand?"
Shit. There were still obvious swollen scratches and puncture holes imprinted on your hand. You completely forgot about bandages after Grim caught you with the bouquet the other day. You quickly hide your hand in your pocket. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He seems to want to say more, but is cut off when someone else comes up behind him, waiting to pay for their items. He only swallows hard and nods, setting out with only a guilty look back.
You finally breathe out a long sigh of relief when the door chimes echo behind him.
-
"That'll be ten thaumarks and thirty madols."
This is the fifth time Riddle's shown up during your shift and bought ink. This time, it's a deep crimson color not unlike the shade that saturates his dorm. It reminds you of torn skin on nails from that night, and it takes a minute to shake those thoughts off as you pick up the bottles.
"Prefect, could I talk to you after your shift ends?" You turn to fix him with an incredulous stare, and he grimaces.
"I promise I won't harm you! Did you not get our letters?" But how can I trust you? On this cracked chessboard you are forced to play upon, you don't know where to place Riddle at all. He is too much of an unstable bomb that could blow up in your face at the wrong impression.
"Fine." He definitely won't back down until you agree to hear him out, and it's best to let him state his case once and for all. "My shift ends in an hour. I'll meet you outside."
"Excellent. I shall wait for you then, prefect." He takes his bag and leaves with a small bow.
The time passes all too quickly. Sam shoos you out before you can try to coax some overtime hours from him. And much to your annoyance, Riddle is waiting for you promptly as you step outside.
He looks nervous as he bows his head in acknowledgement of your presence. You'd almost feel bad, if it weren't for the fact that he nearly beheaded you at first sight.
"Have you received our recent letter and flowers?" A long silence follows, before you reluctantly nod. Your hand throbs as you open and close it out of habit. You just removed the bandages this morning, but the unbearable itch to reopen the scars is too tempting. Steel eyes are immediately drawn to the movement. "I see. Then I won't drag this out. Prefect, could we prove to you our sincerity to make amends?"
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly as I said. Please let our dorm express to you our sincerity to mend our relationship." The intensity of his eyes makes you sick to your stomach.
"You've apologized enough, Housewarden Rosehearts. I'm sure your card soldiers have too." Subconsciously, your hand drifts toward your neck.
He winces. No doubt it must be a sting to his pride that his numerous penned letters weren't acknowledged. "It's not just about apologies. We want to start over–turn over a new leaf, if you will, for our relationship. It would be a disgrace to the Queen of Hearts herself if I could not atone for what I've done."
Always with the rules. You're not entirely sure what Riddle means when he says 'mending your relationship', but it seems he's already set his mind to it. It would be hard pressing to get him to change his mind now.
"...sure." You reluctantly acquiesce. The tips of your nails brush against scarred skin before drawing back. You shouldn't. It took so long for the wounds to close again, for sinew to piece itself together, and for skin to finally grow back. You don't want another lecture by Crewel or Trein.
He brightens considerably with a look of relief. "Good. Then, please wait for our call."
You watch in confusion as he trots off hurriedly after another deep bow. Wait for our call? What does that–
Something buzzes, and you realize it's your phone, lighting up with a notification from Magicam. You frown, tapping on the icon. A message?
cay4cay sent a message request
The second you processed the username and profile picture, you instantly hit the block button. With a frustrated scowl, you shove the phone into your pocket. You deleted Yuu's account and only had a burner account for info purposes. How the hell did that social butterfly find your handle?
You groan. This is all too much.
iii. Paying Respects
A letter arrives, but not by mail.
A jarring commotion rudely rips you from sleep's embrace. You groggily sit up, blinking once, twice, before realizing the noises were very much real and still happening. Who is this loud on a Sunday morning? Grim continues to snooze right next to you, unperturbed by the disturbances. You debate whether it's worth it to get out of the comfy covers. Then another yell echoes up to the room and you groan in annoyance.
You slam the entrance doors open, ready to give the lecture of a lifetime before you stop in your tracks.
Deuce Spade looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up whole. Even Ace Trappola, haughty asshole that he is, looks thoroughly ashamed to be caught in a compromising pose. The scene is so familiar that you can't seem to be confused. It takes a second of awkward staring from all three of you before you realize that you're still standing in your thin pajamas, out front in the public entryway in the cold.
"...May I help you?" The distant polite inquiry has them both flinching. They scramble to their feet, brushing off dirt and debris from their fist fight.
"We're very sorry!" Deuce bows deeply, while Ace scoffs and looks away.
"Housewarden Riddle told us to give you this, so…" Ace shoves a white envelope with a seal boasting a crown insignia into your hands. The Queen of Hearts. You exhale through your nose. So this is what Riddle meant earlier.
You open the envelope gingerly, carefully inspecting it as if it were some kind of trap.
"We're going to have a party soon." Ace is still determinedly avoiding your eyes. "You can come…if you want."
You hold back a sardonic chuckle. Even after everything that's happened, he's trying to act like some kind of cool, suave guy. Your eyes drop down again and you open up the flap to reveal the elegant crimson cursive that decorates the paper.
You're cordially invited to Heartslabyul's monthly tea party. Please send your response ASAP.
Date: XX/05
Time: 14:00 - 17:00
A silence lingers in the air, heavy as a rock. You can tell without looking that the two were holding bated breaths waiting for your reply.
This certainly was out of the blue. But. It was Ace and Deuce. Riddle may have issued the order, but they must've taken initiative in delivering her majesty's decree. Stubborn and tenacious, yet they were still endearing with their loyal friendship. Who in this world would run across a whole desert for you?
That wasn't for you though. The intrusive thought immediately makes your lips thin. The card soldiers shift at the subtle expression change, nervousness painted all over their faces.
You would be lying if you said you weren't curious. Why an invitation to a tea party? It was rather unlike Heartslabyul–or at least most of them–to be indirect like this.
"Sure. I'll be there. I can bring Grim, right?" You flip over the card and envelope, raising an eyebrow at their stunned faces.
"Wait, you serious?" Ace stutters. His ruby eyes blink rapidly as his mouth gapes open. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes.
"Why would I waste my time lying to you?" You sigh, crossing your arms. Granted, you never did send any response back to that ostentatious bouquet, but you were already preoccupied with the hundred of other letters and packages flooding your mailbox.
"In that case, of course Grim can come!" Deuce says, looking like he's been released from an entire burden off his chest. It was no doubt plaguing him on what your answer would be.
"Great." You wave a careless hand, turning to close the door. You're so ready to go back under soft bed covers. "You can give my answer to your housewarden. See you then."
A hand grabs at your arm and tugs you back suddenly. You turn and open your mouth–
"You! You're the one that caused Yuu to shut down!!"
Wind blasts past you, leaving a thin trickle of blood down your cheek. Eyes wide, all you can do is stare at furious crimson eyes glaring you down.
"-Hey!"
Those eyes. It's the same bloody crimson. The same sharp glint of raw bloodlust. Your right cheek aches terribly. Cold sweat runs down your back. Try as you might, you cannot suppress the reactive instinct to flee.
"Don't touch me." Your terse response has Ace retracting his own hand immediately.
"S-sorry, sorry–" He’s scrambling to get past his mistake. If you were in a better state of mind, you would've laughed at his genuinely flustered state. "I–I didn't mean to grab you like that, it’s just that–"
"We also have something else.” Deuce cuts in, trying to cover for Ace’s blunder. He shoves something warm under your nose, and it takes a hot minute to process what you’re smelling.
Lavender. The cookies within his hands are simple and aren’t decorated, but the buttery floral aroma they emit leaves you salivating. You slowly take it from his hands, staring at the carefully packaged bag.
“...From Trey,” Deuce offers hesitantly after seeing your surprised expression. His tight expression and stiff posture betrays the way he is attempting to look respectable. “He's wanted to send you something for a while now.”
For a while? His dorm mates were all clambering to get any crumb of response from you. He might've had the manners then to understand that you wouldn't be delighted to hear from someone who only watched from the sidelines as you were being attacked. Did he only wait because his beloved housewarden didn't move yet? How typical.
“Tell him thanks for me.” The two of them shuffle their feet while exchanging glances at your freezing cold tone.
"Don't mind us, prefect." Deuce elbows Ace, causing the red head to click his tongue and glare back. "Sorry for bothering you like this–we'll get going now!"
The two actually leave without more fuss, leaving you to twirl the invitation in trepidation.
When you look down again, the flowy calligraphy has been smudged by your fingers, ink blooming on your skin like blood.
–
"What does one wear to a tea party, Sam?"
The question slips out before you know it, making the store keeper turn around and raise an eyebrow at you.
"And why is our little imp curious?" He teases. At your unamused face, his face splits into a garish grin.
"Perhaps you should ask Professor Crewel. After all, he does have quite the fashion sense." Sam strokes his chin in thought. "While we do have some outfits here, it might be best to get advice from someone who has been to these kinds of events."
And so, you find yourself standing in front of an indifferent Divus Crewel, who takes one look at you and takes another drag from his fashionable cigarette holder. He continues to shuffle through papers, all the while shaking his head.
“I should’ve known Sam would be the one to send you.” His voice sounds annoyed, yet carries no weight of anger. Much like how his bark is worse than his bite, Crewel isn’t one to heartlessly turn you away. “A tea party, you said?”
“Sam recommended that I go to you since you have more experience in this sort of thing.” Crewel does another critical once over of you, no doubt estimating your measurements for the look he’s thinking of. As expected of a former Pomefiore housewarden. He seems to already have an idea of what outfit would be best.
“I’ll help you, but you’re running some errands for me first, pup.”
You shouldn’t have expected anything less from the alchemy professor. Now you’re stuck picking out ingredients in the botanical garden while you’re waiting for him to get the materials together for your outfit.
Of all the botanical zones, it just had to be the tropical zone. The harsh artificial lights shine down as you lean down to pick herbs. While the temperature is bearable, you don't know how much more sweat your outfit can take before it gets soaked completely. The humidity is choking, and you feel dizzy from both the moisture and heat clouding your senses.
“Prefect?”
You look up wearily from basil plants to see Cater Diamond in his labwear, with a face that mirrors your stunned expression.
Give me a break. Immediately, your awkward customer service smile falls in place. First her Majesty, then Tweedle Dee and Dum, and now the March Hare? But Cater knows how to read the room. Maybe he'll know to let it go–
Your hopes are dashed as he immediately bounces up to you with a grin. “Didn't think I'd run into ya like this. Whatcha doing here?”
“Er, Crewel wanted my help with getting him ingredients…” This conversation was quickly swerving into awkward territory. “Why are you here?”
“Ah, you know…” Cater chuckles sheepishly, “I got assigned to water the plants…”
You take notice of the steel watering can in his gloved hands, then the long green hose by his boots. “Ah.”
“Guess that means we’ll be working together!” He chirps cheerfully and you cringe. Seven, anything but that! You quickly turn back to your basket and begin to pick up the pace in harvesting the basil. The quicker you finish, the faster you can get out of this deathly awkward situation.
“By the way, Acey and Deucey wouldn’t stop chatting about you accepting our invitation!” You flinch as Cater idles up next to you, using the hose to spray a generous amount of water over the patch of herbs. “It was pretty cute to see, y’know.”
“R-really?”
"Trey was also glad too. He and Riddle have been planning to make it the best tea party ever," he mock emphasizes. "They've been running the dorm ragged over the party deets. Cay Cay's been so busy with planning stuff!"
"That's not really necessary…" A feeling of guilt worms into your guts for a moment. You squash it. What Riddle and the others do is none of your business and no obligation of yours.
"Right? That's what I said too!" Is he implying that you're the reason there's more work than usual? How shameless is he?
After a good minute of dead silence, Cater pipes up again.
"Sooo, prefect, whatcha been up to lately?"
You can't take it anymore.
“Why are you talking like I have a gun to your head?”
Ever since he made his presence known, he's adopted a high pitched cheery tone that grates on your ears. It was akin to a customer service voice, but you know Cater. That's his influencer speak.
Cater's chipper smile vanishes instantly.
"Whaaaat?!" You catch a glimpse of his snaggle tooth in his exclamation. He quickly turns and moves to water a patch of sprouts further away, "Like, what are you even talking about? You know ol' Cay Cay's just trying to lighten the mood!"
More like he's desperately trying to appeal to you. He knows which attitude will get him the most views, and the best expressions to rake in likes and comments. You often thought that trait was endearing in its own way when you saw him as a fictional character. Now that you're dealing with him as a human being, it just pisses you off to no end. How could he? You know Cater isn't known for his genuineness but….you thought he would at least act his usual aloof casual self. Then you would know that it wouldn't matter if you offended him.
The straw basket is finally filled with everything Crewel asked you for. It's with dirtied skin and sore muscles that you turn towards the exit without sparing Cater a glance.
"If you say so, Diamond." You hurl the words like a molotov cocktail, and it's very effective. Cater's eyebrows twitch and his hands clench around the watering can. It's one thing to call him by his last name, it's another to completely blow off the nickname he blatantly shoves onto you. "See you later at the party."
“Wait, wait, time out for a second!! Can you at least unblock me on Magicam?” The last sentence makes you freeze in your tracks.
When you turn around, Cater’s somehow still smiling that insincere smile of his. Your neck prickles with dread.
You trust me now, right? His crinkled lime green eyes gleam.
You're not fooled. He is desperate to appeal to you not from genuine adoration, but rather guilty obligation. Although he tried to scrub it from his Magicam profile, you saw the blurry reels and pictures of you fleeing for your life. The detailed descriptions underneath. Each one boasting deliberate timestamps meant for best exposure. He put a bounty on your head with his own hands.
Two can play at that game.
"Block you? I don't have a Magicam account," is your dry response. Cater continues to smile as his eyes close.
"Really? I swear that it was you…" His lips jut out in an insincere pout, tilting his head. You shrug apathetically, hoping the conversation runs itself dead.
"Well, if you do make one, hit me up okay?" Cater calls out after your retreating back.
Once you're in the school corridors and catching your breath, you dig your phone out with shaky hands and pull up Magicam.
Hitting delete account has never felt more relieving.
–
The outfit, in your quiet opinion, was not worth the mental gymnastics you had to do in the botanical garden. Not that you were going to say anything to the very teacher who has been known to treat his students like barking dogs.
"It should fit just fine," Crewel smooths out the crinkles in the fabric before handing it to you. "Go on now. Try it on."
A simple white with a red ribbon bow tie and black slacks. It was rather simple, which is just fine. You didn't need or want to stand out in this party. But you certainly didn't want to end up looking like a slob either. This suit your needs quite nicely.
Smoothing down your shirt, you give a spin as Crewel looks on unimpressed. He waves you off with a dry "Don't expect me to do any more favors for you, pup." You mischievously grin and wave him goodbye as you trot off with your clothes in tow.
The last rays of the sun sets the hallway ablaze with orange and yellow hues. You hum as you take the familiar pathway back to Ramshackle. With everything crazy that’s been going on lately, it gets too easy to be swept up in the moment. As you watch the shadows flicker between the stone pillars, you slow down to observe the scenery for a bit.
The sunset catches a glint and reflects bright white for a moment. You blink and it’s gone when you focus. You stop, confused at the intrusion.
A loud click echoes behind you, but when you whip around, there’s nothing but the empty hallways.
You stand for a moment in place, waiting and listening apprehensively. Nothing else happens, and it’s with cautious paranoia that you turn around and start speed walking.
iiii. Funeral
It would be impolite to show up to a party without something.
But now as you're standing before the mirror leading to Heartslabyul, you're having second thoughts.
What if it isn't good? You glance down at your box containing the simple custard puddings you were able to make just last night. You didn't really have the skills to make complicated sweets and the puddings only took three ingredients. And your outfit, what if it isn't up to the Queen of Hearts' rules–
"C'mon, [First]! Or else the food will be gone by the time we get there!"
You breathe out a giggle. "I don't think anyone can beat you on your eating speed, Grim."
"You don't know that!" He hops up and down impatiently, waiting for you to adjust the box in your hands.
Right, who cares about any of that?
You follow your companion through the warped glass.
The fresh spring breeze graces you first, then the refreshing scent of flora, and finally, the warmth of the sun on your skin. When you open your eyes, the stretch of viridian green pastures and vibrant flowers greets you. The land of Heartslabyul is as picturesque as you remembered on screen. It feels unreal.
And waiting for you at the end of the path is the very first dorm you've befriended.
"Weird. Where's everyone at?" Grim grumbles, ears twitching in irritation.
The entrance is completely devoid of any human presence. You don’t sense anyone in the building either, which is completely strange.
Grim's right. Where is everyone? For an incoming tea party, wouldn’t there be various students rushing in and out for the preparations?
“Perhaps they’re in the maze?” You glance warily over to the tall hedges that bloom with beautiful roses. “Should we wait?”
“Ugh, that’s so rude of ‘em to keep us hangin’ though! I say we go lookin’ for them. Who knows how long we gotta stand out here!” Grim shakes his head, distraught at the thought of having to wait for his food. "Let's go to the kitchen!"
"You just want to see if you can eat something." You tut at Grim's scheming face.
"Mya, so what?!" He yowls. "I'm going and you can't stop me!"
"Grim, wait–" You call anxiously, but your companion is already scampering off into the dorm. You're left with no choice but to take a deep steadying breath and press on.
But the kitchen room is also empty when the two of you pop in. However, it seems like it was used recently, if not for the smell, then the sight of various dishes laid out on the counter would have clued you in. You sneakily compare your puddings to the spread laid out before you and wonder again if it isn't too late to put them away in a dark corner.
"What do you have there, prefect?" A low voice breathes in your ear.
You and Grim shriek in tandem, with you almost fumbling and dropping your box and Grim’s signature sharp nails digging into your shins.
The looming presence behind you is revealed to be Trey Clover, who has an apologetic face after spooking the two of you. At least he is conscientious.
"My bad, my bad," he chuckles, "I should've been more obvious about my arrival." He places a steady hovering hand behind your back. Just barely touching, yet close enough to feel its heat. Embarrassingly, the feeling is soothing enough that you can't find it in yourself to pull away.
"Sheesh, for real! You took some of my life with that, y'know Trey!" Grim hisses, detaching his claws from your poor legs. Trey only laughs and ruffles his head.
"I’m sorry about that Grim. Anyway, you guys came just in time," Trey begins to transfer the dishes onto a wheeled cart. "Food just needs to be carried out and the tea party can begin—but you have something, don't you?"
Regret seeps in when you think of your sad puddings next to all these gorgeous pastries and appetizers.
“Uhm, I don’t think it’s really needed since you got all this,” you laugh sheepishly as your hands automatically hide the box behind your back.
“No way.” Trey’s smile is warm but firm. When he gently guides your hands to give up the box, you can’t find it in yourself to protest. “It can’t be that bad, since you made it.”
You're struck silent, and Trey immediately takes advantage of your state to press his hand to your back to usher you forward. His fingertips graze your side, and for a second, you swear his lips quirk into a smirk.
You follow alongside Trey as he pushes the cart out through the door.
"By the way, I'm happy to hear you liked the lavender cookies." You look over to see the baker smile warmly. "I would've tried something with the candied violets I had, but I ran out just as I was making them." He sighs as he shakes his head.
Something with the way he's worded it makes it sound like there was more to the story, but you don't care enough to pry further. Trey's golden orbs slide to meet yours discreetly, and you realize he's waiting for you to respond. You murmur an apathetic response back, and he visibly droops.
It's a long, quiet walk through the rose maze.
It seems your arrival with Trey threw everyone off guard. You don't know why they look so alarmed: the venue looks absolutely resplendent. Colorful lanterns dot the tree lines, swinging back and forth cheerily with brightly colored flags. The long table is draped with fine cloth embroidered with intricate lace patterns. There's not a single wrinkle to be seen in the fabric. And the rose bushes, blooming with both red and white roses, are pruned cleanly, not a leaf or branch out of place.
It is a tea party fit for the Queen of Hearts.
"And the guest of honor is finally here!" Easygoing as ever, Cater calls out jauntily to you both. He seems to be the only one not visibly panicking. "Trey, what took ya so long?"
"Had to get the dishes here, you know." He shoots a knowing glare at Cater, who flinches with a sheepish smile. "Someone was supposed to help me, which would've made it a lot faster."
Ah. Cater giggles nervously while twirling his hair. Ace and Deuce exchange disbelieving looks before shaking their heads.
“Welcome, prefect.” Riddle greets you with a stiff bow. "And Grim." He hastily adds, seeing your companion’s face twist sulkily. The action makes you smile, if only for a moment.
“We’ve been waiting forever for you, Yuu—” Deuce jabs an elbow sharply into Ace’s side, making him cough and sputter mid sentence, but the damage has already been done. Another awkward silence reigns as everyone’s fearful faces are directed at you, trying to figure out how to best traverse the conversational minefield.
“W-What Acey meant to say is–” Cater is cut off immediately.
"Uh, er, come to think of it, what's your actual name?" Deuce is the one who pushes forward despite everyone else’s horrified looks. As if he had uttered a profane exclamation.
"My…name?" You echo back.
Right. Since all they knew was the puppet, they didn't know your true name. Heavy silence hovers in the air, even Grim was looking at you in anticipation.
"My name is…" Something chokes your throat. Reluctance? Or fear?
"[First]. [First] [Last]."
They mutter it among themselves, tasting the syllables and weaving the rhythms of the letters. How strange. With sugar coated lips, their voices ring like church bells for prayer. You're born anew, for the way they look at you is enough to make your heart soar for several fleeting seconds.
For a brief moment, you could believe that you were with your Heartslabyul again.
The tea party begins like a baby animal: slow, unsure, and always in danger of stumbling to the ground. But it’s Heartslabyul, and who else would know how to best host a party for its guests?
By the time the tea is being poured into your cups, a steady conversation has started naturally flowing between all of you.
“Is there something the matter?” Riddle asks for the nth time as he worriedly gazes at the way your eyes stray to the hedges and whimsical decorations beyond the table.
"Oh uhm…” You hesitate, still not meeting Riddle’s worried face. “Why are the roses both red and white? I thought one of your rules is that tea parties always have white roses."
Riddle exchanges a look with Trey at your question.
"That is true, [First], however…" He pauses, before continuing with a determined look. "Red and white roses are customary for parties celebrating with new friends."
“New…friends?” Your hand is frozen at your teacup.
Something fiercely warm fills your chest. There's cautious hope glimmering in Riddle and Trey's eyes. That wasn’t fair. How could they say something like that and not expect you to react?
The party ends on a light note unlike its stiff beginning. The soldiers gather to see you and Grim off, but once Grim scampers off with his leftovers in paw, her Majesty moves to your side.
“Prefect–no, [First], would you come again?” He asks. His hands are trembling, tugging at your sleeve timidly like a young child again. “F-For an Unbirthday party, of course!”
It’s a request that’s not selfish, you note. Her Majesty’s card soldiers look on expectantly behind their monarch, and it takes everything within you to not collapse.
“Of course. I can’t wait for it already.”
Your heart weighs heavy. They do not know that the promise is an empty white lie. Though you cherish them, you do not wish to act the role of a doll whose purpose is to play house.
When they looked at you with those pleading eyes, who did they see?
Yuu, the puppet they adored for its safe default responses and supportive words?
Or you, the player who has their own flaws and biased personality?
It's okay, you reason.
They won't be able to tell the difference between clay and flesh.
v. Burial
You have a hunch about Yuu.
Only a guess based on many hypotheticals, but better than nothing.
If the puppet stopped working when you arrived, then shouldn't it go without saying that if you left this world, that it would return back to life?
The wooden door creaks open, stirring up dust and sending it flying into the air. You cough and sneeze, waving your hand to disperse the irritant. Serves you right. After all, you refused to step into this room since Yuu's body was hauled here. Didn't even dare to come clean the room. The dust settles and you can finally make out the puppet's silhouette from the waning light rays of the window.
It still adorns its proper NRC uniform, wrinkled in the spots where you had lifted it. It hasn't moved at all from its sprawled pose on the sofa. You remember the dread at realizing the only fitting school uniform you could possibly wear was on this puppet. It only cemented your resolve to break away from the puppet's image. Even if you had to resort to clearing out ancient closets and haggling with faculty, you'd rather take the raggedy shawls and worn flannel over the crisp blazer and button up the puppet wore.
Its skin has become ashen gray, drained of any life. Old joints creaked in agony when you adjusted it to a sitting position for better examination. For a while, the both of you stare at each other.
Despair tugs at your mind. How long will you be trapped in this world? Has the Headmaster even done anything to help you get home? You snort. He couldn’t even bother doing anything when it was just the vessel. Why would that change now?
Can you hear me?
The voice, so quiet yet clear, makes you whip your head around. No one's in the room. Are you finally going crazy?
You can hear me, right?
Is one of the ghosts playing a prank on you? You can't pinpoint the source of the voice at all.
I'm here–look!
With dread and fear pooling in your heart, your head turns slowly to meet the doll's eyes; whose pupils are now fixated on you.
The urge to scream and push away the doll is overwhelming. But in a world where the supernatural is natural, you suppose that dolls that can speak are the least impossible thing out there.
I can help you find your way home.
You swallow thickly. Pursing your lips, your grip on its arms tightens as you lean in. Something stirs, and it’s crazy, but you swear it hums in pleasure.
Listen to what I say carefully…
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Decorations? Check. Refreshments? Check.
Outfits? Check.
So why does it feel like there's something missing?
"What's wrong, Riddle?" He turns to see Trey's concerned face. He gives an awkward smile back.
"I'm not quite sure, but something feels amiss." He explains, rubbing his neck. It's obvious enough to make him feel the familiar slivers of irritation slither through him.
He tries to will it away. It's a good day, and there was nothing to be angry about. The player–no, [First]–had decided to give them a chance and agreed to come over to celebrate an Unbirthday party with them. Ace and Deuce are behaving as good, law-abiding card soldiers should be. The roses were saturated with dripping red, the dormouse had its nose smeared with jam–so what is this itch that won't go away?
"We can do a double check of everything again," Trey offers gently. “It shouldn’t take too long.”
Riddle shakes his head. “It’s almost time for them to arrive. I will not have them waiting on something that isn’t even a problem.”
“Housewarden~!” Speak of the devil. He turns with a frown at Ace’s loud shout, but it fades to a small smile when he sees you trailing after Ace.
"Hello, Riddle." You smile warmly at him, and his cheeks flush pink.
Wait. He stops. Have you ever called his name? He doesn’t have time to ponder this before he’s interrupted by Trey and Cater bringing in the food.
When everyone is seated and the party is in swing, he notices something.
“Is the food not to your liking, [First]?” He inquires as politely as possible, softening his tone to make it sound less accusatory.
You fluster, waving a hand. “Not at all. I’m just not that hungry right now.”
He decides to leave it, because it’s not as if it’s wrong, per se, if the guest wasn’t eating. He recalls Ace’s previous words to him.
“Housewarden, you really should loosen up a bit! Otherwise you’re gonna end up being a killjoy!”
He may be many things, but he is not a killjoy! Just because he was particular about certain things doesn’t mean he didn’t know how to let go.
But something feels off.
Then he realizes that while the conversation is flowing as usual, you are hardly speaking at all. You only speak when directly spoken to, and even then, it’s short, clipped responses.
He watches incredulously as you pour yourself a cup of tea and then drink it.
The golden scepter materializes in his hand as easily as breathing.
Everyone else reacts explosively, looking alarmed at the scene unfolding. Meanwhile, you merely stare blankly at the end of the scepter nearly several inches from your nose.
"Riddle, hold the phone, what are you doing?!" He barely hears Cater's frantic voice to his left. He's too focused on the way that…that thing is not reacting at all.
"You. Where is [First]?"
It's silent for a moment, and then a disturbing crooked grin breaks out from its poker face. It starts cackling loudly and it makes his blood start boiling.
"Start speaking or it's off with your head!" He screeches, scepter shaking uncontrollably in his hands.
"Boo, I was hoping you guys were stupid enough to fall for it.” The thing taunts, leaning back in their chair.
Red fills his vision. How dare this thing use your visage and breath such vile words? Before he could register it, his arm swipes across. By the time his eyes clear and his breathing steadies, he's staring at a decapitated body that is mangled beyond repair.
It takes another moment to realize he is not the only one who has raised their magical pen.
Trey is at his right, golden eyes dark as Riddle realizes he positioned himself to shield him. Cater mirrors Trey, but his arms are visibly shaking and his eyes keep switching from him to the broken body on the trimmed lawn. Ace and Deuce had positioned themselves to the backside, but they too, barely seem to be holding themselves together, clenched fists at the ready for physical blows.
“What…” he breathes, “is going on?”
The only answer he gets is the wind whistling through the grass blades.
He collapses to his knees as he fumbles with a body that has been torn asunder, but instead of flesh and bones, he only finds clay and chipped resin.
“What have we done?”
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HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.
love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.
( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )
━━ part seven.
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yourusername had to take these pictures myself bc apparently angles are “too hard”
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landonorris maybe you should’ve just asked me 🙄
↳ yourusername as much as i love your results you turn what should be a quick 5 mins into a 20 min photoshoot
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user HOW MANY LETTERS IN SARGEANT???
user literally who needs boys when girls like y/n exist
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logansargeant i know about angles
↳ yourusername yes logie and your future girlfriends will thank me for it 🫶
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user OSCAR??? HAS OUR HUSBAND RETURNED FROM THE WAR???
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With Oscar by your side, time passes quickly. You don’t bring up that the first night you shared a bed, you’d woken up in the morning with his arm wrapped around your waist and his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you certainly don’t mention that he’d practically whined in his sleep when you’d slipped out of his grasp. It doesn’t happen again, but there’s a part of you hoping that it does.
The days blend together into a haze of happiness, laughter, and exploring the beauty of Monaco. Lando shows you the best spots— a garden just off the Monte Carlo marina, a famous nightclub that takes your breath away, and a small cafe at the edge of the city that overlooks it all.
Things are good, great even, but you can’t help but feel like there’s still some distance between you and Oscar despite his reassurance that everything is fine.
When New Year’s Eve— and subsequently your birthday— arrives, you’re awoken to a flurry of texts. Your parents have both sent sweet messages wishing you the best, Sophia has left a voice message with sounds of traffic in the background telling you she’s planning to get wasted and if you do too then you can just pretend you’re wasted together, and Dalton has made a group chat with you and Logan and has spammed you both with pictures of yourselves from across the years.
Oscar’s already gone, and his side of the bed is cold, so you take your time responding to them all and then shoot off a message of your own to Logan before getting up. It’s your first time not celebrating with your brother, and it feels strange knowing that you won’t get to see him today, but you’re excited nonetheless for the plans Lando and the other drivers in Monaco have organized for New Year’s Eve.
The day passes by lazily. Lando and Oscar both greet you with birthday wishes when you make your way down to the living room and then they present to you a feast for breakfast, which you realize is the reason Oscar was awake so much earlier than you. It’s the best breakfast you’ve ever had, mostly because they make fools of themselves retelling how many times they had to scrap the failed waffles until they got it right. You spend lunch at a place close by, joined by Alex and Lily who have flown in for the New Year, and then the rest of the afternoon you wait around at Lando’s place passing the time watching the boys play games on the TV and helping either of them cheat when asked.
You’re happy.
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logansargeant people say twins are like built-in best friends, and if that’s the case then i’m glad i got you as mine. i can’t imagine having anyone else stick by my side throughout all the crazy and wild shit we’ve been through in our lives. it feels like just yesterday we were 13 and acting as each other's lifelines in a place we barely knew, and now we’re 23 and somehow doing the same thing. you’re my best friend forever.
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yourusername 23 + 23 = 46. 4 + 6 = 10. 10 - 2 = 8 and that’s what we’ve done for the last 23 years 😎 but real talk, i’m genuinely so honored to get to be your sister, and to share so much with you. when you win i share that joy, and when you lose i share that grief, and even though we’re an ocean away, i’m with you today and always for the rest of our lives. you’re my best friend, and even if i don’t have anything or anyone else, i know i have you and that makes me the luckiest girl in the world ❤️.
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Lando finds you as you’re getting ready, putting the final touches on your makeup. He enters when you tell him to, and then leans against the bathroom counter for a moment just staring at you before you quirk an eyebrow at him.
“How are things going between you and Oscar?”
You lower the mascara wand and shrug, “I mean, it’s good.”
“But?” He prompts.
“But I feel like he’s still… being weird?” You slip the wand back into the mascara tube and then tuck it back into your bag. “I don’t know. Maybe we were a bit too realistic with the whole ‘making him jealous’ thing, and now he believes you’ve stuck your claim and he’s distancing himself because he doesn’t want to step on your toes or something.”
Lando snorts, “As if. I made him share a room with you, how does that in any way imply that I’m trying to stake my claim on you?”
You run a hand through your hair because you can’t run it down your face without ruining your freshly done makeup, and heave a sigh. “Then maybe he just isn’t actually interested in me at all, and I was right about him wanting to pretend the kiss never happened.”
He hums, then nods once, twice, a third time, and finally leaves the bathroom without another word.
When you finally follow him down, a number of people have already arrived— Alex and Lily are among them, and you greet them again with smiles and hugs. You’re introduced to Max Fewtrell, one of Lando’s close friends, and then you’re dragged away by Lily to hang out in the corner of the living room as the house begins to fill with current and former drivers alike.
“It’s a sausage fest,” she jokes, and you laugh beside her.
You both make conversation for a while, catching up on her and Alex’s holiday spent in California with her family and then talking about your own in Florida with yours. She asks how Logan’s doing, and you tell her that he’s well, but he’s really motivated and wants the chance to prove himself in the 2024 season already.
“I think the online discourse about whether or not he deserved a seat got to him a bit,” you admit. “But I know he can show them that there’s a reason he was chosen.”
Lily nods. “Me and Alex have faith in him too. It was his rookie year and he was in a Williams of all things. Like you said, there was a reason he was chosen, he just needs the opportunity to show the world that.”
You jump from topic to topic for a little while longer, until you excuse yourself to go find where Lando and Oscar have run off to. The guests have all arrived from the looks of it, and while a number of them all know each other already and have split off into groups to stay entertained, you’re not sure exactly how you’re meant to handle things on your own when it isn’t even your house—
“I mean, it’s fine, yeah? It’s just awkward with her, I guess.” You pause. The door to you and Oscar’s shared room is ajar and Oscar’s voice is just barely audible over the sound of music and chatter filtering up from downstairs.
“Why d’you say that? It’s just Y/N.” Lando’s voice follows.
You press yourself up against the wall, heart pounding in your chest at the sound of your name. You can’t see anything, and that almost makes it worse— imagining what their faces look like as they talk about you.
“Just that it’s weird sleeping next to her, and I feel like I’m always having to walk on glass around her. I’m trying to make things normal again, but I don’t think I can. I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep being friends with her. How can I look her in the face, knowing what happened?”
You can physically feel the dread settle into your stomach. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest and it’s like your blood has turned to ice in your veins. Your face feels warm, but the rest of your body feels cold, and suddenly it’s as though your ribcage has become too small for your lungs.
As quietly as you can, you scurry away from the door, across the distance of the hallway, and then down the stairs. Instead of turning into the living room where everyone else has gathered, their laughter and conversations a jumbled bubble of noise that makes your chest feel even tighter, you leave through the front door just as you feel tears begin to fall.
It’s worrying how frequently this has become an occurrence for you— crying because of Oscar.
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━━ a/n: ahhhh i'm sorry i cannot let them be happy!! also, wrote this really fast and struggled a bit because i genuinely couldn't decide if it was just too fast paced or not, so i apologize if it seems rushed or if there are any mistakes editing wise that i missed!
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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Ra's Al Ghul x eldest son reader, where the reader is being courted by Ra's and the Batfamily's reactions to seeing their brother receiving gifts from Ra's
Okay, I have screamed when I got this. If anybody wants me to write about Ra's, when I open my requests, please do send them. Pretty please. I just love Ra's. Also, 2.8k words! My fingers hurt, but I love it.
Summary: Ra's is courting (Y/N). (Y/N) really doesn't know how to feel.
Warnings: Ra's is sending gifts to (Y/N), Bruce is protective, everyone is protective, implications of smut, stalking(?), Ra's is a gentleman, dinner, first date, Alfred has a shotgun ready for Ra's
(Y/N) has known Ra's for a very long time. A little over 11 years now. Ra's has in a way see him grow up from being a little Robin, a little, defenseless child to a brave vigilante by the name of (V/N). He had, alongside his family had run ins with Ra's.
Ra's has tried to kill him a few times, tried to destroy Gotham City just to cleanse it again, kidnapped (Y/N) once to try to brainwash him and has an unhealthy obsession with Bruce being his heir.
He has heard it in many of his monologues through the years. It made Alfred roll his eyes and just cock his shotgun in response. It was a scary sight once, when (Y/N) was just a teen. (Y/N) knew that Alfred doesn't have a no kill rule like Bruce.
Somehow, Alfred is now the main rival of the infamous Ra's al Ghul. Over Bruce. At first, (Y/N) was concerned for his grandpa, but Alfred assured him that nothing will happen to him.
Now, (Y/N) has just started college, paid for by Bruce who made a college fund when he adopted (Y/N) officially. (Y/N) cried when he got accepted and then told that it was paid.
He still lived at home while he was looking for a job to work while in college and to get his own place and officially move out of the manor and be independent. Bruce advised him to save all of that money and use it when he starts officially working after college and to get a head start on his future apartment.
But for some reason, (Y/N) has seemed to forgotten about Ra's. He has been quiet and the family's attention was always on Gotham rouges for the last year so Ra's was not even on his mind at his point. But it has all changed one random day.
(Y/N) walked through the doors of the manor, tired from working. He took his shoes off and quickly went to the kitchen where his family was seated, looking confused, worried and angry. (Y/N) was confused and Bruce quickly walked over to his son, shielding him from the kitchen.
" Hey (Y/N), how was work? "Bruce asked and (Y/N) just raised a brow. He wasn't fooled with anything that they were trying to pull. He is an adult, not a child.
" Bruce, you know I love you, but whatever it is, I can handle it. " (Y/N) said, crossing his arms. Bruce wanted to sigh, but choose not to. He stepped aside to let (Y/N) see what was the fuss about.
He stopped when he saw flowers, a big bouquet light purple flowers. The boys stepped aside too, letting him look at the flowers. (Y/N) leaned forward, sniffing them. They were fresh, that much was obvious and they were safe to come close to them.
(Y/N) noticed a small card on the kitchen island next to it. The little card was emerald green with his name written over it in beautiful golden cursive letters. (Y/N) got an uneasy feeling, but still took the card to read through his contents.
To my (Y/N),
A sign of my love and courtship,
and a perfect gift for an elegant and dainty person.
Yours, Ra's al Ghul.
(Y/N) blinked a few times before opening his mouth, but he closed it quickly. Is this a game? A psychological trick for (Y/N) to let his guard down?
Ra's al Ghul is everything but a liar, but that doesn't mean that he won't trick you into a false sense of security.
" What the hell is this? " (Y/N) asked, turning to his family. Bruce wanted to say something, but he didn't know what.
" We don't know. It has been here when we all came back. " Damian said and he looked disturbed. He walked over to (Y/N) to hug him and (Y/N) wrapped his arms around him.
" Damian, don't take this the wrong way, but your grandfather is nuts." (Y/N) said, looking back at the card.
" These are called Asteria. They are meant for expressing the love in subtle ways. " Damian said, just hugging his older brother a bit tighter.
" Well, that is nice to know. " (Y/N) said and Jason looked outright disturbed.
" Whatever it is, I don't like it. " Tim and Dick agreed with him, voicing their agreements with their own opinions.
" Master (Y/N), I always have a shotgun ready in case of an emergencies. " Alfred said and (Y/N) chuckled at that.
" I will keep that in mind Alfred. " (Y/N) said and Bruce sighed quietly.
" I don't think I need to tell you to stay more vigilant... And I need to upgrade our security system. How do they keep breaking in? " Bruce wondered and Alfred just glanced towards the pantry.
His beloved shotgun is always ready.
" Al Ghuls can break in anywhere. " (Y/N) said, glancing at Damian with a smile on his face, trying to show Damian that he wasn't mad at him. Damian just sighed quietly, hugging his brother tightly.
" Okay, when we are out somewhere one of us will escort you. Same goes for patrol. "
(Y/N) sighed, shaking his head. " Bruce, I don't need bodyguards. " (Y/N) protested, but Bruce shook his head. " (Y/N)- "
" I can be with him father! " Damian chimed in and (Y/N) nearly gave in an urge to coo at him. Nearly.
" Dames, my baby brother, I love you, but you have school. " (Y/N) explained and then turned back to Bruce.
" I'm not having anybody tag me. " (Y/N) stated firmly.
" Okay, how about a compromise? " Bruce suggested and (Y/N) nodded, waiting for the proposition.
" You can switch to online classes until we figure it out. " Bruce said and (Y/N) shook his head.
" No. I won't stop my life because of him. " (Y/N) said and Bruce knows that there won't be a compromise with him.
" Just promise me you will be careful then. " Bruce said and (Y/N) nodded.
" If you need me too, I can drive you to college. " Jason chimed in.
" I can drive you back. " Dick added.
" And I can make sure that your phone is impossible to track. " Tim said and (Y/N) nodded.
" And I can give my blades. " Damian said and (Y/N) now cooed at Damian.
" Oh my sweet dear Dames, I knew you loved me. " (Y/N) joked and Damian grumbled something before letting go of (Y/N).
" I tolerate you at best. " Damian grumbled and (Y/N) smiled at his brother.
The next thing that has happened was a very expensive looking suit made in his measurements and in Ra's signature color, emerald. It was hanging in his room and (Y/N) simply went to Alfred who took his beloved shotgun to clear the manor.
The others were quick to ditch work or school and came home. Bruce closed off (Y/N)'s room as a crime scene and Tim quickly went down to scan the cameras. Alfred made some tea for (Y/N) who was a little bit shaken up.
He still held on his shotgun, watching his oldest grandson like a hawk. (Y/N) was shaken up because his room, his space, was defiled in a way. Sure, he didn't look for anything specific, he just left the suit, but it still felt like he has been defiled. It's the sanctity of the room.
" How are they breaking in? " Jason asked as he walked in from the garden. He scoured the area around the mansion. He didn't like this at all.
" Master Jason, they are Al Ghuls, they can break in into almost everything. " Dick said from the outside as he was still searching for clues.
" This is insane. " Damian admitted, walking in with a tablet in his hands. " Nothing on the footage. " Damian said, putting the tablet down.
(Y/N) took a sip of his tea, trying to not really think about this.
" Was anybody at home? " (Y/N) asked and they all shook their heads. (Y/N) sighed quietly.
" He has to monitor us then. " (Y/N) said and Jason clicked his tongue.
" More like he monitors you. " Jason said, making Dick smack him at the back of his head.
" Hey! "
" Don't make the situation worse. " Dick said and Jason grumbled something that (Y/N) couldn't make out.
" He is getting ballsy. " (Y/N) muttered and Alfred nodded, shotgun still in his hold. (Y/N) glanced at Alfred who was holding the shotgun over his shoulders, looking like cowboy.
" How long will you hold on? " (Y/N) asked Alfred who just shrugged.
" Until master Bruce clears your room. And until we know what the old bastard wants. "
Just the person that Alfred mentioned walked in.
" No sign of a break in, I scanned for any type of drugs, there are none, no listening devices and that's about it. " Bruce said, rubbing his face. What does Ra's want with his son?
" When he comes to Gotham, I'm going to maim him. " Bruce growled out and (Y/N) knew that it was just a matter of time when Ra's came. The others are aware of it too.
(Y/N) won't be going on patrol alone anymore.
The day when Ra's came to Gotham came about a week later. (Y/N) finished everything he needed for the day and was walking down the college stone stairs. He went to the parking lot to get his car, but stopped when he saw Ra's standing next to his car.
He looked great as always. A dark green suit, similar to the one he sent to (Y/N), a few rings on his fingers. He smirked in his usual way when he saw (Y/N). (Y/N) just clicked his tongue in annoyance.
" Ra's... "
" Did you like my gifts? I have one more on the way. " Ra's said, walking closer. (Y/N) stood still, allowing Ra's to walk closer to him. My God, Ra's since when did Ra's become so good looking? Wait... What the actual fuck is happening? Why is he thinking that way?!
" I don't know what you are playing at, but all of this has to stop. " (Y/N) said and Ra's tilted his head.
" I know you still have the flowers and I know you have the suit I have sent you. If you really wanted me to stop, you would make a point to burn them habibi. " Ra's said ever so smoothly, using the pet name. (Y/N) knows a good amount of Arabic thanks to Damian and he blushed.
" Ra's, it's wrong. I have known you since I was 8. It's fucking wrong. " (Y/N) tried and Ra's shook his head with an amused smile.
" I can see you don't really mean it. And why not give it a chance? You know I pick my partners carefully. I know you very well and I know you are strong. I want a strong partner and I know you can be that. "
" This isn't a ploy to make Bruce or Damian take over the League? " (Y/N) asked and Ra's shook his head.
" It's not a ploy habibi. " Ra's started, something shining in his eyes. (Y/N) saw the sheer sincerity and honesty behind the eyes. Those two qualities are often replaced with coldness.
" Ra's- "
" How about we give it a chance? I promise you we will be in Gotham and won't leave the city at all. " Ra's said, now in (Y/N)'s personal space, taking his hands into his, still looking into his eyes. (Y/N) swallowed as he looked down at their hands. He knows that he should say no to these feelings that started surfacing during the week.
He should say no.
" Okay. I will give it a chance. " (Y/N) said and Ra's smiled. (Y/N) looked up to see a sincere smile, the one that gave him wrinkles around his eyes.
" Can I kiss your cheek? " Ra's asked and (Y/N) nodded, not trusting his voice right now.
Ra's kissed his cheek so gently that (Y/N) wouldn't believe that he is an assassin.
" I will see you tonight habibi. Wear the suit I sent you for tonight. I will pick you up at 6. " Ra's said, glancing behind (Y/N)'s shoulder. (Y/N) turned around where his dad was and he seemed pissed.
Ra's was already gone and (Y/N) knows he will hear no end of it.
Nobody could stop him from going on the date. Damian was conflicted, but if it made (Y/N) happy, then sure. But he will go after his grandfather if he hurts him.
The rest of the family tried to get him to stay home, but (Y/N) said that he will go. Alfred said that if he gets hurt, Ra's will be dead by sunrise and won't be able to come back to life with the pit.
The others tried to agree with Alfred and Damian, but they couldn't. But they had to trust (Y/N)'s decision. And who knows? Maybe it will be a... Well, it will at least be a better story than Twilight.
And if Ra's is serious, Bruce will be make sure to test him. Damian too. Alfred will be ready with his shotgun. He has been dropping bodies for years before becoming a butler.
He is not afraid.
(Y/N) was picked up by Ra's at 6 pm on the dot. The ride was filled with a nice conversation and a lot of compliments from Ra's. The restaurant that Ra's choose was extremely fancy and (Y/N) knows that the food is good here.
The dinner was the best dinner that (Y/N) has ever had. The date went well too. Ra's and (Y/N) had a conversation about everything that came to mind and they didn't even touch on their... Other jobs, well, a better phrase would be their other sides.
(Y/N) loved it and then, Ra's took him to the hotel where he was staying. It was a penthouse, how could it not be? Then they kissed officially and then passion overtook them both.
(Y/N) opened his eyes, gently rubbing his eyes. He turned around and he didn't see Ra's next to him. He was alone in bed. Where is Ra's? He was wearing boxers and he was covered in love bites. Ra's saw how tactile he is during sex and would he leave him?
He tried to get up, but his hips were hurting. He hissed as he laid back down. He didn't want to strain himself.
After a minute, the door opened and Ra's entered with bags. He smiled when he saw that (Y/N) was awake.
" Good morning habibi. I just went to get us breakfast from your favorite place. " He said, sitting down next to him with the bags, showing him what he bought.
All of (Y/N)'s favorite things.
" Thanks. " (Y/N) said and Ra's saw something in (Y/N)'s demeanor.
" Did you think I really left you all alone without a reason? Oh habibi. " Ra's crooned at him, kissing him softly with a smile.
After they separated, (Y/N) sat up straight and started eating. It was nice and after they ate, Ra's cleaned up and laid back down with (Y/N). (Y/N) still remembers last night.
How Ra's treated him gently, kissing him gently, making sure that he gelt good throughout... And the aftercare was something that (Y/N) didn't believe that Ra's knew. He was cleaned up in the shower, then Ra's helped him with putting his underwear on and then led him to the bed where he embraced him tightly.
" So (Y/N), what do you think? " Ra's asked, hands gently caressing his body in a nonsexual way.
" I think I would like a second date. " (Y/N) said, nuzzling Ra's neck.
" And your family is okay with this? "
" Oh not really, but they trust me and if you hurt me, there will be hell to pay. " (Y/N) said, closing his eyes.
" Are you still tired? " Ra's asked and (Y/N) hummed in agreement. Ra's adjusted and (Y/N) fell asleep quickly. Ra's didn't fall asleep, instead he just watched (Y/N) and his face.
He didn't know when his feelings started for him, but he wanted to do this properly. If he did anything against (Y/N), Bruce would be there to destroy the League and Alfred would kill him.
He had no doubt about it.
But he didn't have any plans to hurt (Y/N). He will make sure to show (Y/N) that he genuinely loves him and that this is not a ploy for any of his schemes.
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Cheer up MC!
You were disappointed. You almost failed your ancient spell exam and you were disappointed as hell. Of course your day is now ruined.
Lucifer:
• Although he understands how you feel and thinks you need to feel the disappointment you feel now to be better in the future (what a dick), he can’t let you hang your nose the entire day, can he?
• He does the classic thing; takes a piece of stick-it note and writes on it.
• As he is sure you are in your room, he knocks on your door and slides the note under it.
• You sigh as you get up from your bed.
• „Thinking of you. Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting for you in the garden.”
• There he waits for you under the garden lights with a table and only two chairs. He prepared some fine wine for you.
• You spend the evening talking and expressing your feelings of disappointment.
• He is quick to reassure you; ask him to help you next time, or even better, he can give you a private lesson or two, so your success is guaranteed next time.
Mammon:
• AH. Can’t have you be sad for 1 minute!!!!
• Doesn’t know why you are sad, doesn’t even care, he only cares about cheering you up ASAP.
• His best bet is making you go out!
• However you don’t really feel like dancing or drinking tonight.
• Well anyway he must disappear now!
• When he comes back he has chocolate, balloons, some crisps with him! He even got you a flower!
• No it is not too much he is on a mission here!
• You smile a lot and maybe even tear up a bit depends on how you handle these kind of stuff-
• He is more than ready to cuddle you by the way!!!
Leviathan:
• Okay so do you know that game you always play together but you are friggin stuck??
• Well he does ALMOST beat the boss but he absolutely needs your support now!!! What is his worth without his partner-
• If getting past that part doesn’t interest you now he would just cuddle and put on your comfort anime for you! Perfect time for a marathon afterall!
• It always works for him so maybe you’ll feel better too!
Satan:
• Of course you must be blue right now, he know exactly how much you prepared as he was right there with you the whole time.
• But if you don’t cheer up soon he might threaten the teacher to give you another chance to write this test-
• He is there to do whatever you want, he might even do the stuff he always turns down.
• If you don’t feel like doing anything then it must be more serious than he thought originally.
• So he decides to write you a love letter, that could probably work, right? (If you are already in a relationship!)
• He tells you all the reasons he loves you and how much he appreciates everything you do and how YOU make his days better than ANY book ever could!
• If you are not dating he’d make you solve some kind of mystery, he came up with the idea in about 10 minutes.... but it does make you think and forget what made you upset in the first place.
Asmodeus:
If you are sad he is sad! That is the rule!
Comforts you with cuddles but doesn't let you stay melancholic for more than half an hour.
He would start putting on some nice music, maybe you'll get to go out tonight and forget about it all!
If you decide to go out he makes sure you'll be the centre of attention at the party; you get all your favourite drinks, the DJ only plays songs you like, you end up having a good time out!
However if you don't feel like dancing he'd make you a romantic bath with candle light, lots of foam and rose petals! It's what you deserve babe! It's what you deserve!
Beelzebub:
• Oh damn the last thing he wants is to see you sad and mad at yourself.
• The test didn’t go too well for him either so he really gets you-
• He offers you to join him on a bike ride through town!
• It makes you move and makes you feel much better right away.
• On the way of course you must stop and eat dinner somewhere.
Belphegor:
• Honestly if you want to relax and chill he is your best bet!
• Ready to take a nap and maybe you’ll feel better after!
• But he also doesn’t mind cuddling until you feel loved.
• He is caressing your hair, your back, your face
• Can tell you all the sweet nothings in the world, doesn’t mind talking a lot if his voice calms you!
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After The End
Premise
Your former fiancé and heir apparent of the Aurelian Kingdom, Prince Ædan, has married the love of his life, the fair Saintess Helene. As the nation celebrates their union, you are left alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart... until you receive two letters. One is an invitation to the office of Prince Ædric, the crown prince's younger brother and rival for the throne. The other is a letter filled with concern from your childhood friend and secretary-in-training, Cyfrin, who is currently assisting your father at your family’s ducal estate in the countryside. Each letter contains a proposition that will change the course of your fate forever.
Which one will you choose?
Features
Play as the male lead’s abandoned betrothed of a historical fantasy romance that has reached ‘The End.’ You will be able to customize your character’s identity and appearance with a variety of options.
Choose between two routes for your next course of action. Will you accept the offer of an alliance with the crown prince's younger (and more capable) brother and become the monarch you were always meant to be? Or will you take a step back from the noise and hubbub of high society in the capital and return to your family's estate in the countryside, where your best friend promises to arrange such a great vacation for you that you’ll forget about your ex in no time?
Characters
The Second Prince: Ædric Aurelius
Ædric is known throughout the kingdom as the Dark Prince, not just because of his ebony black hair, but also because of his unsociable disposition. While it is true that his deep violet eyes and usual scowl can be intimidating, he has been nothing but kind to you in all the years that you have known him. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with a small smile on his face, but he would always deny it ever happened.
(Ædric's introduction post)
The Future Secretary: Cyfrin Galanthus
You have known Cyfrin your entire life, and your father has known him for even longer, given that he discovered your best friend on the doorstep of your home when he was just a baby. Even though he is the older one between you two, he often trails behind you like a duckling following its mother when his break times align with yours. He has often been compared to a dog: always eager to spend time with you, fiercely protective and loyal, sullen and moody whenever you are apart.
(Cyfrin's introduction post)
The Crown Prince: Ædan Aurelius
Handsome and charismatic, Ædan is the definition of a fairytale prince… just not your fairytale prince. With his golden blond hair and crystal blue eyes, he easily captured the hearts of the people upon his social debut. When he unleashes his soft smile upon a crowd, there is a very high chance that more than half of those present will swoon. You, too, were once enchanted by that smile, back when you thought your love would last until the end of time.
(Ædan's introduction post)
The Fair Saintess: Helene
If your world was the setting of a typical romance novel, there would be no doubt who the protagonist would be. People say that her beauty is a blessing from the gods, and that her silver hair and golden eyes were meant to set her apart as the Favored One. Helene may have almost the entire kingdom wrapped around her little finger, but you know that her true colors are lurking just beneath the kind and naive front she puts up.
(Helene's introduction post)
Status
Chapter 1, Part 1: releasing on January 5, 2024 9:00 PM EST
Chapter 1, Part 2: in progress, estimated release in April/May 2024
Chapter 1, Part 3: in progress
(MC's introduction post)
(Frequently Asked Questions)
Game Link
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txt on valentine’s day
bf txt x reader & fluff :)
♡choi yeonjun
this man would seduce the hell out of you from the start...
he was leaning on the hood of his car, a bouquet of red roses in hand.
he dressed up so nicely for you; a chic red sweater with jeans that hugged his legs so nicely and his hair styled in a way that left you frozen where you stood.
he would kiss your hand so sensually and open the car door like the gentleman he is.
when you got in the car you found that he had your name engraved on the passenger mirror because that was your spot and your spot only.
the back seat was arranged with pink gift bags and a sweet arrangement of all of your favorite candies/snacks.
when you leaned in for a kiss, his soft lips tasted of cherry chapstick; the scent of his cologne just driving you crazy. you just couldn't get enough of him.
"just wait for the present i have for you tonight, baby." he would say with a handsome smirk and kiss to your cheek before driving the two of you to a romantic dinner.
♡choi soobin
would treat you like the princess of princesses.
he would take you out to get your nails done and then proceed to melt when you give him head scratches/back scratches with your new nails hehe.
would have the apartment decorated for you top to bottom with sparkly decorations and little rose petals scattered around with candles and chocolates.
he would cook a delicious dinner for you and bake the most delicious pastries that literally had you convinced he was secretly a professional baker.
he would take the two of you out to an arcade later that night where you beat him in pretty much every game but he didn't care, he just loved seeing you so happy.
the one thing he did win was a huge bunny plushie for you!
"that way i will always be with you," he smiled as he handed you the plushie but you hugged him instead.
you took the cutest selfies together at the arcade <3
♡choi beomgyu
you two spent the day inside, just cuddling on the couch when an idea sparks his mind.
"let's make chocolate-covered strawberries!"
the kitchen is already a mess in not even 10 minutes of the two of you being in there.
he is chasing you around the kitchen island with a finger dipped in chocolate just needing to smear some across your nose as payback for doing it to him.
his hands would clasp around your waist when you stood at the sink rinsing off the strawberries.
later that evening he took you out to watch the sunset at the beach where the two of you sat in the sand, head on his shoulder as you stared off into the orange sky, talking about your futures together.
"do we want one or two kids?" he would ask, already knowing you wanted three, since it was his lucky number.
he brought his film camera and would capture the cutest most aesthetic pictures of your silhouette in the sunset, making sure to post it on his instagram <3
♡kang taehyun
this boy would write you a 10-page love letter about how much you mean to him, including little poems, doodles, and polaroids he pasted onto the pages :'(
a sweet picnic at the park on a sunny day under some shady trees was the perfect way to spend valentine's day with your terry.
he made you homemade kimchi fried rice, tteokbokki, and ramyeon in which he all packed in little pots and set out for you to help yourself to and eat until your heart was content <3
after eating you both laid on the blanket and stared at the clouds, you on his chest as he hummed little tunes for you.
the wind swaying through the trees, birds chirping, subtle background noises of cars passing by and people chatting, mixed with this angelic voice had you falling in love with him all over again.
"you're my favorite person on this entire planet, you know that?"
♡huening kai
kai would set up the cutest little movie night date at his apartment for you.
when you arrived, the couch was covered in plushies and fluffy blankets, a plethora of his hoodies draped over the arm of the couch so that you pick one to wear for the night.
being cuddled up in his arms was the ultimate comfort despite all of the comfy things he provided for you <3
your laughs could probably be heard outside as you literally were dying over the funny scenes in the movie, even popcorn flew everywhere as he could not control himself.
after the movie he brought his guitar out and sang an original he wrote just for you :)
he gave you a piggy back ride to his room where you would have pillow fights and late night talks, laughing until you fell asleep.
even though you are dating, you are still the best of friends above all else :,)
a/n: happy valentine’s day everyone!! <33 i hope u all have the best day ever, treat urself to something special today!!! :) love u so much! 💝 + thank you so much for over 700 followers it means the world to me 🥺
-valentine’s day divider credits: @f-loqweres and @gigittamic
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better than revenge
actor!eren x f!reader
**part of my method acting fic
previous part linked here
an: this is 11k and tweets on tweets. buckle in. if you find the typo in the tweets shut up
songs mentioned: see you again by tyler the creator ft. kali uchis, end game by taylor swift, and vampire by olivia rodrigo
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The following morning, the buzzing energy in the townhouse is almost palpable. Not only because you’ve finally completed the set and the last four people have arrived – Erwin, Bertholdt, Ymir, and Historia – but it seems that your intense energy from the night prior seemed to have transferred over to everyone else.
You’re almost too embarrassed to walk downstairs to the frantic chatter – that coupled with the fact that you’ve heard Connie name drop you almost four times – and it seems that Eren seems to be feeling the same when you walk out into the hallway to find him awkwardly lingering by his door.
“Hey.”
Eren looks up, thrown out of his spiral of thoughts, as he gives you a smile and then looks down at your lip. It’s a little sore, the tiniest bit swollen from the tattoos that you got yesterday, and you can see that his is the same.
“Hi princess. How’s your lip?” Eren asks.
“Good. I guess I should be thankful that your name is only four letters and not nine letters like Bertholdt or something.”
Eren smiles.
“Let’s see it then.” Eren responds.
You oblige his request, pulling down to show him the inner of your lip and watch as he smiles at the little ink. He follows suit after, making a rather dramatic display of crouching down to your height before pulling his own lip and showing you his.
“You know, life really does imitate art. Because now, my name really will be forever on your lips.” you respond.
“I sure hope not. You’d be slashing my head off sometime in the near future if that were true.”
You smile.
“You know, that doesn’t sound that bad to me.”
“But you have to kiss me after. You know, if it were up to me, I think life should imitate art. Like at least ten times, for scientific purposes.” Eren responds, shrugging as he gestures for you to follow him.
You shake your head, inexplicably unable to respond to the harmless flirting this time around, as you gesture for him to join you downstairs. The two of you walk in tandem down the steps, sparing each other one last smile, before you get hounded by the likes of Connie and Jean.
And surely enough, the second you make it down to the kitchen and the dining table at the side, you’re met with the sight of Connie air-playing fan edits on the TV screen for everyone to watch.
You and Eren take the spot behind Connie on the couch, and Eren smacks him on the backside of his head, before you two watch the edit. It’s of Eren singing Glimpse of Us in the background, except the video’s edited to be showing videos of him and Hyla, before juxtaposing them with videos of him and you.
“Speak of the fucking devils. Don’t tell me you actually got matching lip tattoos? I’m half convinced you assholes are just lying to piss me off at this point.” Connie asks.
The two of you look over and grin at each other.
“Why are you watching fancams of us on the TV?” you ask.
“Edit accounts are a form of art. Look at this one.” Connie responds, sliding to the next video on his phone.
This one is in a similar vein, videos of you and Eren from the red carpet to the backdrop of you singing Style. You’re not sure what it is, but the video fills you with an insurmountable amount of joy, especially when Connie scrolls up the comments – most of them being about how people can’t stand how Eren seems to look at you.
“Connie. Why have you watched this entire YouTube video?” Eren asks, pointing to the little thumbnail at the side.
You follow the line of vision to where he’s pointing to an hour long video, entitled “eren and y/n creating love for an hour straight.”
“There’s no way you watched that entire thing.” you respond.
“Watched it? Bitch, I recorded half of those videos for Y/N-Jaegers back in the day. Please put some respect on my name.” Connie sneers, as he leans forward to put the video on.
You turn to Eren, as the gears start turning in your head. You can tell that he’s following your lead – in fact, thinking the same exact thing as you – as you discuss it over.
“I mean, kind of makes sense. S’how we did it the first time.” Eren responds.
“I’d argue that it’s almost poetic to do it the same way. Plus, the resurgence of Y/N-Jaegers would be crazy, just for PR sake.”
“I agree.”
Eren reaches forward, yanking on Connie’s ear to catch his attention. He leans back, before swatting Eren off, and standing to face the two of you.
“Do you have your phone, Connie?” Eren asks.
“Yeah.” Connie responds.
“Then, use it.” Eren responds.
You give him a grin, waiting for Connie – who albeit, in his confusion lifts his phone – before you both pull down your lips and show off your new tattoos. You watch as Connie’s eyes nearly boggle out of head as he moves closer to the two of you, his excited voice filling the entire room as the group of them all start huddling around you.
Mai and Mikasa look positively appalled, quietly whispering about how painful that must have been, while Reiner and Sasha break out into their own side tangent about how oppressive lip tattoos must be since they limit your food options so greatly.
You and Eren laugh as you shuffle back into the kitchen, leaving the group of them to their devices as Connie uploads the video, and the two of you reach for the yogurt in the fridge. The piping hot, spicy ramen seemed like it was just going to burn your entire lip off, so you decided against that for today.
You lean forward to read the little schedule on the fridge, though the filming is considerably light for the week. Considering the fact that almost everyone was here now, or arriving within the next hour, you were going into serious rehearsals for the ensemble showcase that you had planned. Though you were really only in it for one verse.
Wednesday, March 27th, 10:00
Eren and Y/N - REDACTED #1
You frown.
“What the hell is redacted number one?”
Eren spins to the side, crouching down so his chin is just hovering over your shoulder. And the fact that he lowers his voice, to the gravelly octave, makes the hair on your arms stand up on its ends.
“Levi not talk to you about this yet?”
“No. We’re too busy talking about award show stuff. You know how he loves to lecture.”
Eren looks over at you, his eyes borderline smoldering, as you can’t help but look away. It was getting harder and harder to look at Eren after your godforsaken realization last night.
“From what I hear, what they’re lecturing you about is actually very valid.” Eren responds.
You scoff.
“You know, they’re so annoying. I’d appreciate it if they kept my conversations with them as private as they keep their conversations with you.” you respond.
“Well, they were actually trying to get me to convince you to not use your triple threat performance on me. Not when you’re already performing twice that day, with me at the centerpoint.” Eren responds.
When you had first pitched your idea for the awards show to them – and humbly begged them to give their ensemble showcase moment up to include the Jujutsu Kaisen cast – you had let them know that your intentions were from the get go.
And when Eren had created the perfect segway for them with the song requests, Hange had slipped theirs in a week prior with maybe the most difficult request that you had been given yet.
write a song about danny and sareen
And even more than just writing it, Hange had made it very clear that they were expecting you to sing it at the award’s show at the end when you finally got to do your triple threat performance. That you couldn’t sing another song about Eren, when winning that award, was always going to be about them.
Hange’s more theatrical than Levi. Because Levi just gave you the cue card that they have read off of that night, that had your name on it. But Hange had gone the full ten miles and given you the little trophy that you never even got to hold, with the note that came attached from the Institute.
You can still see it now in the dull, gold looping.
Dear Y/N, Danny, and Sareen,
Congratulations on your accomplishment! Included in the box is the trophy and a golden glass case to display it in. Please call the offices on Glass Avenue to discuss timings for interviews and your performance at one of our four award shows next year.
Best,
The Institute
And annoyingly enough – despite the fact that it was your name on the trophy, their names were inscribed on the box.
It was enough to irritate you into writing the song that Hange wanted you to sing. And at this point, you were itching to give them a run for their money too.
“They didn’t need you to convince me. I gave in eventually.” you respond.
Eren shrugs, before dipping his own spoon into your yogurt. Eren had instinctively given up the last strawberry one because it’s your favorite, but clearly, wasn’t very attached to his decision.
“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to make it about Danny and Sareen in the first place.” Eren responds.
You shrug, leaning against the back of the fridge. The metal is cold on your back, as you let the freezing cold yogurt soothe the burning in your mouth.
“Well, I only came back here for Marco. Because he won’t ever get to act again. Then when I started to do this, I was only doing it for you – because you did it for me first.” you respond.
“And now?”
“I thought back to what Historia had said to me, when she finally dragged me out of that house the first time. She had brought up Hange’s speech, the one way back when that made me even interested in acting in the first place. About showing the real you and all that.” you respond.
“And?” Eren asks.
“Well, Hange brought that up to me, when I originally said I wanted the third song to be about you. Not that you’re not important to me, but…being a triple threat was what I always wanted. And really at the core of it, I just wanted to be as unapologetic as Hange was. I guess when they put it that way, it was almost stupid not to make the song about them when they’re the one who got to take the sanctity of that award away from me.”
Eren smiles. And before he can respond, you’re tackled by two pairs of arms nearly strangling you around your neck, your line of vision telling you that Eren’s experiencing the same bombardment. Ymir and Bertholdt are shaking his entire frame and jumping at his side – and your ears don’t deceive you when you hear Historia and Erwin bellowing in your ear.
You pull back, wrapping your hands around Historia’s face.
“You crazy bitch. Don’t tell me you actually got a fucking tattoo again?” Historia asks.
You grin, pulling down your lip to show the group of them.
“Well, I’d be a fucking liar if I said that.” you respond.
Erwin, in his theatrics, places a hand over his chest and the other one on the top of your head.
“That’s my girl. Always had such a sound moral compass.” Erwin responds.
You can’t help but wrap your arms around him as Erwin lifts his hand and gestures for Eren to join him at the other side. He still smells the same – the lingering scent of Old Spice deodorant and a very husky perfume. And when he pulls back, you can’t help but feel your heart squelch when he puts a hand on both of your cheeks and beams down at you two.
“You’ve always been our little trail blazers, you two. I’m so proud of you two.”
You turn to Eren and smile, before looking back at Erwin.
“We’re proud of you too, Erwin!” Eren responds.
You turn your head to the side, giving Eren a confused look.
“Don’t flatter me, Eren. I’m not above crying in front of you children.” Erwin responds.
“I’m offended you would even think that, Erwin. Don’t you know who I am?” Eren responds.
You shake your head as you turn towards Ymir and Bertholdt at your side and leave Eren and Erwin to hype each other up for what was probably going to be the next thirty minutes at your side. You had already given up trying to understand Eren and Erwin’s relationship years prior.
“Hey, kid.” Ymir says.
“I’m older than you.” you respond.
“Yeah, yeah whatever. I have someone I want you to meet.” Ymir responds.
You follow her line of vision to the opening of the kitchen, to find someone lingering against the frame of the door. There’s a girl standing there, with tan skin and a short pixie cut – nervously knitting her fingers together. She’s smiling at you, rather brightly, and you can't help but feel like you’ve met her before.
“Y/N. This is Sofia, my fiance. Sofia, this is Y/N.” Ymir states, gesturing for the two of you to shake hands.
You oblige, her hand warm and the shake firm, as you try to hide the shock in your face. With the rush of everything that was going on, the information that Mikasa had shared with you days prior had been floating around in the back of your mind but you were never able to ask Eren to put it to rest.
And now there was another lingering question mark hanging.
That Ymir had proposed to Historia, but that she said no. That she begged her and Historia couldn’t bring herself to do it. But even despite that, they were still sleeping on the same mattress when you came back for the first time, for Marco’s funeral.
And now she’s engaged to someone else.
“Hi Sofia. My name is Y/N. It’s really nice to meet you.”
Her eyes light up as she squeezes your hand, which you now realize is still locked in with hers, as you look back up at her and smile.
“It’s really nice to meet you too.” she responds.
“You know, you look really familiar, but I can’t exactly place why.” you murmur.
You look to your side to find Ymir grinning at Sofia, as Sofia can’t help but groan in response.
“I told you she would remember you.” Ymir states.
“That doesn’t count as remembering me! A lot of people can look familiar to people!” Sofia responds.
You smile, rubbing your palms together, as you look at the two of them. The thought of Historia a few feet away talking to Jean and Mikasa has you sweating, nervously passing your eyes over just to make sure that she wasn’t watching the entire interaction go down.
“Have I met you before?” you ask.
Sofia sighs, the slightest pink tint in the apples of her cheeks.
“This is so embarrassing. I met you and Eren a couple years back, at one of those conventions with the panels and stuff and –”
The recognition is instant.
“Oh my god! You were wearing a shirt with my face on it! With your sister, right?” you respond.
“I fucking told you she would remember! She has really good memory.” Ymir responds, this time goading her on.
You shake your head at Ymir, before placing your hands on both of her biceps and squeezing.
“Sofia, wait. I really remember that because it actually meant the world to me at the time. I’m sure you…know about Scott Clarkson and all that mess and –”
“I want that man dead and I’m so serious.” Sofia deadpans.
You laugh.
“You and me, both. But yeah, that day was actually the first time that Eren and I had ever met him in person. And the entire event in general was just so uncomfortable and left a weird taste in my mouth and you…you really made me feel like I was doing something important and I actually thought about it for a really long time.” you respond.
Sofia smiles, before she reaches forward and wraps her arms around you. The embrace is overwhelmingly warm, as you eye Ymir behind her back, who's just shaking her head at her demeanor, almost insinuating that this was what she did all the time.
“I’m really glad. I really meant what I said back then and I’ve always been a big supporter all this time. You’re really brave and courageous and –” Sofia stars.
“Okay, Sof. Enough. You’re going to make poor Y/N’s head bigger than it already is.” Ymir groans, as you turn back to your side.
“That’s really sweet of you. How is your sister?” you ask.
You’re not sure what it is, but it’s almost like you’ve thrown ice on the little warmth that was pooling in the conversation. Because her face slightly droops and Ymir’s quick to put a hand on her shoulder in comfort.
“Ah. She passed away a few years ago.” Sofia mumbles.
“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up and –”
She smiles, enough to give you the faintest glimpse of her dimples. They remind you of Eren.
“That’s okay. That’s actually where I met Ymir. At the grief group.” she responds.
“You went to a grief group?” you ask.
“Well, not originally. I was there with a friend, a while before Marco died. Met her there. We were already dating when Marco passed away, but…we just figured it wasn’t the best idea for Sofia to come to the funeral with…you know. Historia.” Ymir responds.
So why did she sleep with Historia on the mattress?
“I’m glad you’re here with us now. It’s really nice to meet you. And I love weddings, if Ymir can humble herself enough to invite me to hers.” you respond.
“Shut up, bitch. You’re so annoying.” Ymir responds.
That’s what she says. But it sounds more like are you crazy? Of course, you’re invited.
“Anyways, I hope you come to set later. Eren and I are going to be filming something if you want to watch.”
“For sure. I’d love to see it.” Sofia responds.
You look over your shoulder to find Levi, Hange, and Eren waiting near the edge of the kitchen island, gesturing for you to come over now that you’ve caught their attention. And as the four of you embark out towards the set, Levi explains what redacted scenes are to you.
You spare Historia one last glance as you walk off the set and can’t help but feel a bitter taste in your mouth at the longing look she’s giving Ymir.
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“You know, this sounds an awful lot like method acting to me.” you murmur, spotting the sly grin on Levi’s face.
“Eren told me not to call it that. He said you might strangle me. Or him. Or both of us combined.”
“He would be right about that.” you respond.
He’s leaning against the edge of the vanity, as the makeup team tasks themself with drying and prepping your hair to perfection, while Levi coaches you through what you now understand are the two redacted scenes that Levi has asked you and Eren to film.
You just think it’s lazy script writing. Levi thinks you’re annoying for calling it that.
With your combined permission of course, Levi has decided to let you method act through the two scenes that he originally had planned out. While he was allegedly entirely faithful in your ability to deliver lines, he wanted to see if what the two of you could produce out of real shock, in the moment as your characters, was something better than what he could write.
Hence, the vague scene that you and Eren were going to be filming. To your understanding, the pair of them were each going to give you and Eren a set of prompts and you were just supposed to act your way through the scene based on what they told you to do.
“Can I know my prompt then?” you ask.
“You understand, right?” Levi clarifies.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m just supposed to go based on what you tell me.”
Levi hops off of the counter, this time leaning closer so that you can actually make eye contact with him in your line of vision.
“But really. I don’t care how badly you want to say something else. You…you have to go based on the direction that I tell you.” Levi responds.
It’s almost annoying, the way he’s coddling you through the entire thing.
“Okay, I get it. This is my entire job, you know?” you respond.
Levi scoffs.
“Fine. Eren’s going to ask you something. I want you to shoot him down.” Levi states.
You lean your head to the side, much to the annoyance of the makeup artist, who moves your neck back into place. You shoot her an apologetic smile, before thinking back to Levi.
“You want me to shoot him down?” you ask.
“He’s going to ask you something. Or insinuate it – and no matter how badly you want to do whatever it is, you have to tell him no.”
Levi gives you a curt nod before he walks back out to the set to put things in place, as you put the outfit resting on the hangar on. You reach up to mess with the little fringe of your bangs, pulling down the undershirt and the jacket as you prepare yourself for the scene.
When you walk out on set, the group of them are all sitting on the sidelines, giving you excited smiles. You give Sofia a little wave at the front of the sidelines, returning the little finger hearts that Gabi and Falco point towards you as you reach for your cue.
And when Levi calls action, the lights on the entire set dimming and the chatter breaking down to silence, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you see Eren at the top of the little landing, his back facing towards you.
“Eren! Everyone has been looking everywhere for you!”
At the sound of your voice, Eren lifts his hand to his face and sniffles, almost like he’s wiping away tears, before you stand at his side. He refuses to meet your eyes and now that you’re standing at his side, you’re not sure how you missed this before.
They cut Eren’s hair.
A small part of it – because it’s out of the usual man bun that he’s been sporting since you came back to set and instead loosely frames the sides of his face.
It might be your favorite look yet. And all you can do is stare.
He still refuses to meet your eye, withholding it from you. You follow his gaze to the bottom of the landing, to see the kid that Levi had introduced you to a week prior, who was going to play Ramzi in the script. You had yet to film the scene – since you’re almost positive that Levi was going out of order at this point to save time and note it.
“The boy from the market? What happened?” you ask.
“Nothing yet.” Eren responds.
Eren’s voice has that same gravel, almost hollow, like he did the day that you filmed the table scene. It’s almost haunting when his voice sounds like that – so devoid of motion and strained that it makes your chest pang.
You wonder if that’s what he sounded like in the years that you didn’t talk.
“What do you mean? Wh-what is this place?” you ask.
“After the war left them with no home, they all gathered here to live. They’re just like us.”
Eren’s throat bobs at your side and you can feel his eyes clenching in your peripheral vision.
“One day, their regular lives ended and everything was taken away from them. They were deprived of all of their freedoms.” Eren states.
And almost in a split second, Eren finally averted his gaze from looking down and meets your eyes for the first time. You’re not sure what it is – surely something from the makeup team that’s making his eyes look fuller, rounder – but the eye contact is almost excruciating this time. Your first instinct is to turn away.
“Y/N. Why do you care so much about me?”
You can feel your cheeks burning. That was the last thing you were expecting him to say.
“Huh?” you repeat.
“Is it because I saved you when we were little? Or is it because I’m your family?”
You swallow hard, the block in your throat stifling. It’s almost like you can’t even push air out of it, like you’re opening your mouth to try and nothing can make it past – enough to fill you with a panic like you won’t ever speak again. Because you have the faintest inkling of what’s going to come next…why Levi was so adamant on asking if you would be able to follow his instructions.
“I-”
“What am I to you?” Eren asks.
Everything.
It’s the first word that comes to mind when he asks.
“Ev–”
You pause, as you feel the sweat accumulating on the edge of your hairline, fighting the urge to reach up to wipe it off. Levi’s voice is excruciating in your head.
He’s going to ask you something. Or insinuate it – and no matter how badly you want to do whatever it is, you have to tell him no.
It’s almost painful. Having to say it when it isn’t true. When in reality, you know that you’re acting and Eren knows that you’re acting too – that this is just part of your job. But to even strike him down in the fake way, after weeks of building it back together, seems cruel.
You sigh, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, before you look back up at his eyes. The deep green is enough to accumulate the thinnest film of tears in your eyes.
“You’re family, Eren.”
And after you mutter it, it’s visceral…an almost physical reaction from Eren. Because you can see the way his breath hitches, the way he hesitantly steps back – quite literally physically recoiling. And the regret sits heavy in your chest and you have to drop your eyes – because you can’t even bear to look at him.
“Cut!” Levi calls.
It’s enough to snap you out of the heaviness, as you shake your head at the resounding amount of chatter that follows. You can still feel your heart racing as the makeup team is quick to rush to your side – quickly powdering the sweat that had accumulated on your cheek as they do the same with Eren – and you can hear Connie and Reiner mumbling about how brutal that was to watch on the side.
You look back up at Eren, whose hollow look hasn’t left his eyes and you give him a halfhearted smile – which he doesn’t return. Instead, he turns back to Levi and Hange, who are murmuring over the shot in the viewfinder.
“Did we get it?” Eren nearly shouts.
“We got it. You killed it guys.” Levi responds, still fixated on the shot.
“Do you still need me or can I go?” Eren asks.
“Eren–”
“You’re good, Eren.” Hange responds.
Eren’s almost too quick with it, the way he yanks the little mic pack off the little sleeve in his jacket and hands it to the crew. And with his long bean stalk legs, he’s disappeared from your side before you can barely even process that he was standing there in the first place.
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You can’t bring yourself to talk to Eren until two days later, on the eve of his birthday and two days before the award show. Not because you’re actively avoiding him, but it seems that he gets so wrapped up in quite literally everything else he has to attend to. Though really, it feels like that the slight air of comfort that you had was completely shattered by filming the scene together.
There’s a quiet knock on Eren’s door. He’s preemptively pissed off…and the quiet irritation that had been festering in his chest for the last few days was about to come to a head on Connie and Lana, who refused to take a hint.
He had made it infinitely clear that he wanted to spend the early hours of his birthday alone. That he would be fine and dandy to celebrate with everyone the day after, but he needed the time to process some things alone.
The tension diffuses when he realizes that it’s you at the door. There’s an almost timid look on your face, as you balance a little white box in your hands, and peek your head past the closet.
“Am I disturbing you?”
“No, of course not. Come in.” Eren responds, patting flat on the comforter for you to join him at his side.
You give him a smile as you set the little box down, crossing your legs over each other to sit at his side. You lock your hands into the pits of your knees as you turn over towards him, taking a second chance to admire that his hair is the slightest bit shorter.
“I really love your hair, Eren.” you respond.
There’s an immediate flush in the apples of his cheeks. He reaches up to it, nervously pushing a hand through the strands before he drops it all together.
“Thank you. The length was starting to get really fucking annoying.” Eren responds.
“I liked the man-bun but I think this type of thing really suits you.” you respond.
Eren looks over at you and gives you a halfhearted smile. And that quiet ease returns, maybe faster than Eren would have liked. The quiet moment of hurt that he was holding on to was absolved the second you smiled at him.
Eren can hear Connie’s voice in his head – calling him down horrendous.
“What can I do you for?” Eren asks.
“It’s almost your birthday.” you state.
“Congratulations, Y/N. You know how to read a calendar!”
You scoff, before lightly shoving him in his side.
“Shut up. I wanted to do something for you.” you respond, before lightly pushing the box in front of him.
Eren gives you a weary look, before he opens up the little box. It’s a frosted green and white cake – with four candles in it. It’s a strange arrangement since they’re all numbered candles, making the number 2,345.
“I guess I stand corrected. You really don’t know how to read a calendar.” Eren responds.
Eren turns to the side, with the most annoying look on his face, as he turns to you and grins.
“Okay, Y/N. Repeat after me. The year is 2024.”
“Shut up, asshole. I was trying to be sweet.” you grumble, as you hike your knees to your chest.
Eren rolls his eyes.
“What’s so sweet about getting the age wrong on my cake?” Eren asks.
“It’s actually to make up for every birthday of yours that I missed, dumbass.” you respond.
Eren can feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“What?” Eren asks.
You shrug, before reaching down to adjust the candles from pushing into each other.
“The last birthday I got to spend with you was your twenty-second birthday. I can imagine that the years’ that followed weren't exactly pleasant…that…that they might have been a reminder of what happened on the beach.” you start.
That was the understatement of the year.
“And it’s my fault that I missed your birthday. So, I thought that…we could make them up now. Hence the candles for three and four, for your twenty-third and twenty-fourth birthday. And today’s your twenty-fifth…it’s the least that I could do.” you respond.
Eren thinks it’s rather unfair that he always seems to be at a loss of words when he’s with you. Instead of being able to spill out what was really racketing through his brain – that it was getting infinitely harder to swallow down his feelings, that this was almost melting the resolve that he had made with himself to let you make the first move – he opens up his arms instead.
You oblige, leaning forward and resting your chin against his shoulder, as you feel Eren scoop his arms around your waist. It’s almost like he’s resting his entire body weight on you, because you can feel his face digging into the softness of your neck, as you absentmindedly reach up for his hair, feeling the edges that were just freshly cut. The faint scent of the hairdressing spray still lingers.
He’s quiet for sometime, but it’s only fitting that when he does break the silence, it’s with something annoying.
“A cake with no plates is crazy, Y/N.” Eren mumbles.
You laugh, as you reach inside the box for the two forks you tucked inside the box. You hand him one, as he tucks the ends of his hair behind his ears, and looks up at you.
“Game plan. You eat all the frosting and I’ll eat all the cake.” Eren states.
“Huh?”
“Okay, that’s a little selfish. But it’s my birthday. And I just really hate frosting.”
The thought that comes to your mind is enough to startle you, just in the slightest.
Eren really is your soulmate.
It’s stupid. A stupid comparison to make when the person that you’re comparing him to is Ricky James of all people. But you can’t help but think about that stupid memory, from before the Met Gala. Ricky had bought you that stupid cupcake – and very irritatingly swiped the frosting off of your finger.
And the two of you bickered because you both preferred the frosting as opposed to the actual cake. And naturally, Ricky was never going to be the type to give up his frosting for you.
It was sweet that way, with Eren. And you’re sure that the thought of invisible strings and single threads of gold tying you to Eren are really only on your mind because that’s what you sang to him the last time you got to spend his birthday with him, but it almost seems too perfect.
That Eren likes the cake, but you like the frosting. That you’d always finish the cake if you were eating it together.
Unbeknownst to you of course, Eren is fully aware of the fact that you are overly fond of the frosting on the cake. And that you have no idea that he really hates eating the spongy cake part and prefers the frosting too.
But he doesn’t like the frosting nearly enough to not even think twice before offering it to you.
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You only grace the red carpet for five minutes. You and Eren are above that at this point. But from what you were able to discern from Twitter backstage, after practicing your first set with Eren, it was eventful enough without you there.
Sukuna splashed a glass of wine in Ricky’s already swollen eye from last week. Hyla tripped and fell when she got out of the limo. You and Eren spend a good amount of time reading through the stuff on your feed – and the perfectly timed blind items that you had submitted to every paparazzi company but the WBS were coming out just as you planned them.
And surely enough, every single one of them was getting caught off guard when they were asked on the carpet – and couldn’t scramble a perfect PR response out.
There were three blind items that were yours and the rest were strays. And you were fully intent on making sure that everyone, Danny and Sareen, knew that it was you who submitted them by the end of the night.
First, that Ricky James had thrown an insanely murderous bitch fit at the front of the Institute Offices in New York when he found out that he had been replaced as the opening act, by Eren of all people.
Which, according to your sources, was true.
Second, that the producer for the critically acclaimed Ribbons album, Sareen Clarkson, had been cheating on her husband with industry plant John Stasny, who is twenty years her junior and had previously been linked to several famous actresses, like Historia Reiss.
Which was also true. It had only been a few hours since it had been leaked, but the shit train that followed wasn't pretty.
If you were going to call her a fame fucker, you were going to make sure that everyone was going to understand the reference.
And the third was that stupid magazine cover that Scott had mailed you and Eren.
This was seemingly the last pillar that had to fall in taking down Scott Clarkson and his empire – or at least putting the tiniest bit of a dent in it.
The only reason that the WBS was successful in the first place was the same reason that his label and movie company thrived the way they did – they were big enough to eliminate all the competition.
But when it came to something like a tabloid, that centered around reporting on drama, it was almost natural to take them down in this way. If they were the only ones that lacked the information, then they’d be the only ones who would drop the ball on reporting it – and therefore, people would have to divert their attention away to someone else to get the information.
The foundation seemed a bit bare, but you were already too far in to oppose it at this point.
You feel a little tap on your shoulder and you turn around to find the two people who were going to be accompanying you for your first performance.
The dopplegangers of you and Eren – from the Girlfriend and Because I Liked a Boy Performance.
“Hi guys!”
You reach forward and wrap your arms around both of them as they return the gesture and warmly hug back. Thankfully, they were more than happy to oblige with your second request – third for Penelope if you counted Girlfriend – to pretend to be you and Eren.
You almost felt bad for marking this as their legacy so many times, but they were more than happy to oblige – citing the free food and the hefty paychecks as more than enough compensation.
“Right, well. Eren, this is Penelope.” you state.
“Yeah. Yeah, we’ve met before. Hi.” Eren responds, the look on his face so painstakingly awkward that you almost feel bad for the prank that you’re about to play on him.
“And this is Scott.” you respond.
It’s insanely bad timing, since you accidentally mention it while Eren’s taking a swig of his water bottle. And due to the shock, he consequently spits the entire contents back into the bottle and gives the three of you wide eyes.
“Your name is fucking Scott?”
“No, it’s Jason. Y/N paid me three bucks to say that.” he states.
Eren looks at you, giving you a downright murderous glare, as he puts the water bottle down.
“You bitch.” Eren grumbles
“It’s funny!” you respond.
You shake him off as you turn back to Jason and Penelope and eye the little wardrobe rack on the side.
“Okay. Hair and makeup is ready for you two whenever you are. And just remember, that if anyone asks you about the outfits –”
“Mine is based on Selene, goddess of the moon.” Penelope states.
“And mine is Poseidon, god of the sea.” Jason adds.
You grin. The two of them give you a passing wave before they walk off to the other side of the stage and Eren makes a dramatic display of shuddering.
“What?”
“Don’t they like…freak you out?” Eren asks.
“Why would they freak me out?”
“They literally look like us! And they’re literally dating too which makes it even weirder!”
You give him a weird look.
“They aren’t dating.” you respond.
Eren wraps his arm around your shoulder, before twisting you to the side of where their dressing rooms are – where the two of them are standing, kissing.
“That looks really friendly to me.” Eren states, tone dripping with sarcasm.
“What the hell?”
“It’s weird!” Eren whispers.
You shiver.
“Ew. I don’t like that.” you respond.
“Levi should hire them to do the kiss next week instead of us. Sure, they’ll enjoy it more than we will.”
You can feel your cheeks burning. You know that it’s not what he meant – surely, that it couldn’t have been what he meant in the slightest but the sting still hits all the same.
“Jesus. Didn’t realize you were so opposed to kissing me.” you mumble.
Eren’s eyes go wide.
“I’m not opposed to kissing you!”
“You just suggested that Levi and Hange should literally offer a salary to two people who kind of look like us just so you wouldn’t have to kiss me.” you deadpan.
“No! I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Well…don’t be weird about it! You don’t have to…want to kiss me. I know we’re just working and that it’s all like method acting or whatever. I’m not going to get offended if you don’t want to it’s just–”
Eren looks agitated. If Sukuna was standing here, you know that he would have no self control and probably piss him off more by asking him if he needed to take a shit.
“Y/N, just listen. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable because I wrote a kiss into the script and told Levi and Hange that they can’t write it out this time.” Eren responds.
And just as fast as his eyes go wide, his cheeks are bright pink this time as he suddenly busies himself with worrying about his costume to change the subject.
It’s a hopeful thought and you’re clearly speaking faster than you’re thinking. Because it’s probably against your better judgment to assume that he wrote the kiss in just because he wanted to kiss you.
You say it anyway.
“You wrote the kiss into the script?” you ask, giving him a grin.
“My costume seems like it’s going to be tight, right? It looks a little short at the legs? We should see if we can get this fixed in the next twenty minutes before we go on, so I don’t look like an idiot, you know?”
You place a hand on his shoulder, to stop him from bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, and keep him standing on the ground.
“You can relax. I was just messing with you. And your outfit looks fine, I think we should change now so we can make sure I don’t go swinging into the audience with the equipment.”
Eren waits for you to finish changing before you walk over to the little makeshift hang-glider that you guys requested. He chooses to ignore commenting about how much he loves it when you wear red for the time being and focuses on making sure you don’t plummet to your imminent death from the moon you’re going to be hanging off of.
Eren watches as you shuffle on the little seat, before he reaches around you and secures the little belt around your waist. You watch as he tightens it not only twice, but three times, before he reaches for your hand and secures the microphone around it next.
“You know, I understand securing me to the moon but I think the microphone is a little much. I’m not going to go dropping it.”
“I’m sorry for being overcautious. I’m not a big fan of…stints that include hanging in the air for so long.” Eren responds, as tightens the strap around your hand again.
You pale. Of course he hates these type of things.
“No. No…I’m sorry. I totally forgot about that…I-I didn’t even realize that this might be really nerve wracking for you. We can take this part out if–”
“No, no. I like the set design. How about you just promise to come back to me in one piece?” Eren asks.
You sigh.
“Of course.”
And Eren gives you a gleaming, two dimpled smile in response, before he taps your side and walks over to his cue. As they send your little glider into the air, you can actually see the entire audience from the little break in the curtains at the top – and can spot a very annoyed Ricky James sitting front and center.
With pink wine stains on his shirt.
You look down at Eren, who looks up from his spot, and spares you one last thumbs up before the music stats.
You have to give your props to Eren’s team for working out the set exactly as he wanted it. With the ocean on the left, you in the moon on the right, and Jason and Penelope doing their little slow dance on the beach in the middle.
Eren:
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count sheep
That's the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now I don't wanna wake up
Eren:
20-20, 20-20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision
I wonder if you look both ways
When you cross my mind (Yeah), I said, I said
I'm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You're the one that's always running through my daydream, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
And surely enough, they lower you from your little vantage point behind the curtains to the bright flashing lights and the resounding cheers of the crowd – that are barely muffled out by your ear pieces – as you sing your part.
Y/N:
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said I'm 'bout to go to war
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
As Eren sings his second verse, they’re quick to lift the moon back up and off the stage in time for you to climb off – and for you and Eren to replace Jason and Penelope on the beach in the center.
You and Eren hadn’t really practiced this part, though in hindsight it was simple enough. You just had to keep leaning in until they dimmed the lights – to make it look like you and Eren were going to kiss each other.
Y/N:
Can I get a kiss? (Can I get a kiss?)
And can you make it last forever? (Oh, forever)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war (Go to war)
I don't know if I'ma see you again (See you again)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to)
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
It’s excruciating to do it. To pretend – and in that second, you decide you’re going to kiss him anyways. Because he wraps his hand too perfectly around your neck to pull you closer and instinctively closes his eyes.
And then it’s overwhelmingly embarrassing. Because the exact second you time moving forward is when Eren leans back, because they’ve pulled the curtains. And runs off to the side curtains, as you awkwardly stalk back.
You try to swallow down that pit of shame in your throat as he turns back towards you, handing you an ice cold water bottle.
“That was great! But was it really hot up there? Your face is all pink.” Eren asks.
“Uh, yeah. I kind of had a panic up there.”
Eren twists the cap off and instructs you to drink, biting cold enough to taper that burning heat in your cheeks, as he instinctively shakes his head.
“I said come back in one piece.”
“I am in one piece.” you grumble back, getting ready to go stalk off to your dressing room until you had to face him again four performances later.
Eren doesn’t follow when you make it all the way to the little room, as you lean back in the chair and resort to massaging your temples.
Too close. That was way too close.
“Hey?” Eren asks.
You can see Eren poking his head into your dressing room, bright green eyes curious as he looks down at you.
“What?” you ask.
“The answer is yes.” Eren responds.
You glare, in irritation.
“To what?”
Eren bends down, pressing a kiss right into the thrumming pulse of your temple.
“You asked me if you could get a kiss. Well really, you asked me seven times if you could get a kiss, but I’ll spare you the entire show.” Eren responds, tapping the frame of the door and giving you a bright smile before he steps back out.
You sigh. The quiet moment of hurt that you were holding on to was absolved the second he smiled at you. And multiplied into the biggest, searing feeling in your chest when he kissed you.
--
--
There’s seven people in your dressing room after the fact. And one of them is Satoru Gojo, who counted as an additional ten people, which is when you take the sign that it’s probably time to duck out of there.
You had three options – Connie and Eren who were having way too much fun with your special props, a group that had both Historia and Ymir in it, or Sukuna – who was standing by himself in the corner.
There was a very obvious choice.
He gives you a noncommittal nod as you walk up to his side and link your arm in with his. He’s nursing a tiny glass in his hand, which he offers to you. You know him well enough by now to know that it’s going to be some taste buds descreating drink, but decide to drink anyway.
And surely enough, it burns all the way down to your esophagus, making you physically recoil as you hand the glass back to him.
“Jesus. I feel bad for your liver.” you respond.
“I actually don’t drink that much anymore. My liver is just fine.” Sukuna responds.
“There’s no way. That just destroyed like…a quarter of your lobule.”
“What the fuck is a lobule?”
“The functional unit of the liver!” you respond.
If looks could kill, Sukuna would have murdered you then and there. It’s at that moment that Eren and Connie run up to you, Eren quickly placing his hands on your cheeks to angle your face up towards him and place the little crown on your head.
“Très magnifique!” Eren murmurs.
“Wow. Who taught you French, Ratatouille?”
“Does that count as a self-diss? You taught me French, ma lune.”
You lightly shove him in the side, as everyone reaches for their cues on the stage and you crawl to the revolving stage underneath with Eren and Sukuna. And surely enough, Levi and Gojo delivered well on their promise with their prop guy.
He perfectly replicated that god forsaken throne Scott was sitting on in that stupid magazine cover. You snag the little crown Eren placed on your head off to admire the work on it – the gold handiwork. You place your hands in the middle and test the fragileness, noting that it takes little to crack the pieces – before you place it back on your head.
“So, who was on the right? Eren or Lana?” you ask.
“I was on the right.” Eren responds.
The group of you flinch as the music starts blaring above and take it as a sign to stick your earpieces in. And right on timing with the chorus, you can hear the screaming get louder – which you’re positive is people just overreacting to the fact that Gojo’s the first person in the ensemble showcase when he shouldn’t even be in it in the first place – and tap your hands nervously on the handles.
I wanna be your endgame
I wanna be your first string
I wanna be your A-Team (whoa-whoa, whoa)
I wanna be your endgame, endgame
“Sukuna. There’s pins right there, there’s no way she’s not going to jostle the crown off before she hands it to Lana.”
“Got it.” Sukuna responds, shuffling away as you look back up to Eren.
He looks down at you, tucking your hair behind your ear, which has your heart pounding in your throat.
“Pretty dress.” Eren whispers.
You give him a shrug, before laying down the fringe at your sides.
“Nice suit.” you respond.
“Eh. It’s kind of digging into my neck.” Eren responds.
You stand up, rocking back on your heels, as you turn to face him. You reach forward, reaching for the top buttons of his dress shirt and task yourself with unbuttoning them.
“You know, you could at least take me on a date first.” Eren grumbles.
You hum in response, giving him a smile, as you stop at the third button and reach forward to readjust the layers of his necklaces. His skin is soft and warm underneath your fingertips and it gives you an insanely inappropriate thought.
“What are you thinking?” Eren murmurs.
“Nothing.”
“You’re thinking something naughty.”
“Ew. You have such a disgusting choice of words, Eren.” you whine.
“What was it?”
“Nothing, Eren. I was thinking about how pale you are.” you respond, letting go of the chains and reaching back to sit in your little chair.
Eren reaches forward, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you back. He’s quick with his other hand, securing it around your waist and holding you steady against him. His lips hover right by your ear, the gravel of his whispering makes you nearly squirm.
“What were you thinking?” Eren asks.
“Nothing, Eren. Really.”
“I’m not an idiot. I’ve seen that look in your eyes before…and I know what it means. What were you thinking?” Eren asks.
You groan, squirming out of his embrace.
Where the hell did Sukuna get lost?
“I just thought about something that people would notice, that's all. But we don’t–”
“What was it?”
You groan, before tucking your hair behind your ears.
“I’m wearing red lipstick. And that’s a fairly…exposed patch of skin. People would notice if I–”
“If you kissed me. Alright, go ahead and do it then.” Eren responds, angling his neck closer to you.”
“Eren.”
“C’mon. It’s almost our turn. You have to be quick with it.” Eren responds, gesturing frantically with your hands.
You awkwardly step forward, placing your hands on the sides before you pinch your eyes shut and press a lingering kiss to his neck. You can feel Eren lightly tilt his head back and inhale sharply the second you make contact – but you chose to ignore it.
You pull back and examine the mark, though it’s rather faint. Eren clocks it fast enough, as he gestures with his hands again.
“Another one won’t hurt. C’mon.” Eren whispers.
“Okay, yeah.” you respond.
You press your lips to his neck again, this time earning you Eren’s hand squeezing into your side – where it was resting at your waist – as you pull back and admire the mark. You look back up at him, feeling an itching sensation all over as you give him an awkward smile.
“You guys are fucking insane, you know that?” Sukuna mutters.
“Sukuna! Where the fuck did you go?” you respond, angrily snatching the little pins from his hands and securing them into your hair.
You sit back down on the throne, as you hear the little countdown ringing in your ear, and prepare yourself to sing the last portion of the song. You can feel both of their hands on your shoulders – squeezing hard – as you lift the microphone to your lips.
Big reputation, big reputation
Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah
And you heard about me, oh
I got some big enemies (hey)
Big reputation, big reputation (yeah)
Ooh, you and me, we'd be a big conversation, ah
And I heard about you, ooh
You like the bad ones too
You rustle the crown off of your head and hand it to Sukuna, who walks over to the edge of the stage and tosses it right to Lana in the front row. Who takes it in her hands and breaks it in half before throwing it behind her back.
I hit you like, "Bang"
We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't
And I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy
I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me
And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul
It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold
You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks
So here's the truth from my red lips
I wanna be your endgame (endgame)
I wanna be your first string (me and you) (first string)
I wanna be your A-Team (be your A-Team now)
I wanna be your endgame, endgame
I wanna be your endgame (oh, I do)
I wanna be your first string (first string)
I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team)
I wanna be your endgame, endgame
--
--
The last part is the most nerve wracking. You had to abandon your sweet post of sitting in between Eren and Mikasa at your table for your last performance of the night – which was going to be announced by Danny and Sareen.
It’s like sitting on pins and needles, getting your hair done and slipping into the sparkly but scratchy dress. And surely enough, when you wait on the edges of the curtain and watch them stage your set – of a grand piano and little star decals – they join you at your side. You can feel your hands shake, nearly dropping the trophy in your hands, as you spare them a glance.
They’re shorter than you remember and frankly, less intimidating too. That coupled with the fact that Danny has a bright pink eye and the slightest bit of dried blood around his nose.
“What happened to your face?” you sneer.
Danny rolls his eyes.
“Ask your boy-toy.” he responds.
You fight the urge to smile, and make a mental note that Eren deserves every bit of your praise when you see him next, as you turn your head back to the stage, where the announcer is presenting the highlights of your career on the back screen. And surely enough, the two of them awkwardly jostle their arms in with yours as the three of you walk out together.
You stare blankly out in the audience. And refuse to smile.
You can see Eren sitting front and center as he gives you the smallest thumbs up in support.
“One of our crowning achievements is getting to work with this lovely young lady right here, on some of our most famous albums, like The Lucky One. Please give a well deserved round of applause for the unstoppable Y/N L/N, who will finally be gracing us with her triple threat performance.” Sareen states.
You note the drag in her voice when she says the word finally. And you fight the acidic feeling that accumulates in your mouth as you’re suddenly acutely aware of the fact that you’re standing next to the two people you hate the most – who continue to take credit for the one thing that’s yours.
“Out of the three, Y/N has chosen to mimic the signing performance that awarded her this coveted prize. She will be playing her brand new song, vampire, on the piano. A true testament to all the work that the three of us put together as a team, in molding her into a skilled pianist.” Danny states, sticking his hand out to Sareen as the two of them walk off and take a seat right at the front.
You can feel your skin steaming as you place the award on the top of the piano and sit down at the keys. You’re able to catch Sukuna’s striking pink hair moving on your left – to the seats behind Danny and Sareen – as you take that as your cue to start performing.
Hate to give the satisfaction, asking how you're doing now
How's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?
Just what you wanted
Look at you, cool guy, you got it
I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes
Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise
I loved you truly
Gotta laugh at the stupidity
“Eren. You okay? You’re shaking the entire table.” Lana asks, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
Eren absentmindedly looks down and notices the nervous shaking in his leg, as he turns to his side and spares her a glance. He can note that Lana's concerned because this is starkly similar to the last time the two of them were here together.
When you were singing your isolating, heart-shattering piano ballad about him, while he was hanging his head in between his legs. After you had slapped him, after you had yelled at him after everything that had happened.
That was far from it. It was the way your hands were shaking on the piano keys that was stressing him out. He needed you to make it through the entire thing. Desperately.
“I’m nervous. I think she’s going to cry.” Eren whispers back.
'Cause I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me, oh
Bloodsucker, famefucker
Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire
You’re crying.
Because all you can think about is how the two of them were just standing there, arms linked in with yours, in a moment that was supposed to be yours. That every moment that was supposed to be yours was theirs – and that even at the end of all of that, their still the one standing their proud with their careers when you had to suffer at the hands of it.
That taking your career was one thing, but taking advantage of the fact that you knew nothing was another. Because you were a teenager, who was so attached to her dream that she'd do anything to get it, especially when people at the top – were promising it to her.
All at the expense of Eren and his feelings. At the expense of your relationship.
You can feel your hands shaking, your vision entirely blurred as you feel the tears start to pour out of your eyes – your singing voice coming out entirely strained as you continue to push your keys on the piano. And you’re able to strain enough until you get right to the bridge and pause.
They had a responsibility to look out for you as an adult. And did the exaxt opposite.
You reach back to the slicked back bun and snag the pink ribbon that was secured into the little hair tie. The same pink ribbon that was dangling from your hair the day you were stranded in that godawful rain. And yank it straight out of your hair and wrap a little bow around the bottom of the award.
You wipe the wetness on your cheek, coming back with the slightest smudge on the back of your hand, before you press your hands into the keys and continue singing. The continuation has people rising out of their seats – and you don’t fail to notice that Eren’s the first one to do it – as you finish the song.
You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?
You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart
I tried you help you out, now I know that I can't
'Cause how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand
I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me, oh
Bloodsucker, famefucker
Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire
You take the award and stand up from the bench of the piano to walk straight off the stage, directly to where Sareen and Danny are sitting in the front. Sukuna’s taken the hint to leave the open chair he was sitting in between them and retreats back to his original, as you place the award in between the two of them.
“Congratulations. I hope it was everything you ever wanted, assholes.” you seethe.
You slam the award down onto the open space between them, enough for them both to jump up in their seats and spill a glass of wine down the length of Sareen’s dress, as you angrily march back to your seat. And surely enough, Eren and Mikasa are waiting there with open arms, ready to wipe your glittery tears away.
And as the cameras drop and they cut to commercials for four minutes, you lean your head against Eren’s shoulder as Mikasa pours you a glass of water.
“So fucking good. So fucking amazing, Y/N you–” Eren whispers.
"Eren even punched him in the face earlier, Y/N! It looked like it really hurt." Mikasa murmurs.
You look up at Eren, and he's grinning so hard, that you can't even fight the urge to not smile back.
"Why'd you punch him?" you ask.
"You slapped Scott Clarkson for me. Why am I not allowed to punch Danny for you?" Eren asks.
You feel a tap on your shoulder and look to your left to find Hange and Levi standing at your side, which really only brings on a more powerful stream of tears. Levi instinctively opens up his arms as you lean against his shoulder instead, Eren standing closeby with Sukuna at his side now.
“Was that everything you wanted Hange?” you groan.
Hange smiles.
“And more, kid. I, uh. Actually have something for you.” Hange responds.
“What’s that?” you ask.
Hange gestures to Connie at the side, as he produces a small, golden trophy in Hange’s hands.
“I really don’t give a shit about this anymore. S’kind of how it goes with this type of thing. But, I know this award, this one in my hands specifically meant the world to you back in the day, so I want you to have it.” Hange murmurs.
You frown.
“Hange. You can’t just give that to me.” you respond.
“You gave yours away because it gave you more pain than it was worth. Mine did the same for me at the time too. But, it gives me joy to give it back to you, because really, you deserved it. Back then, but even now too.”
You take the little golden trophy in your hands, noting that it’s much smaller and really not even as shiny as the one that they had just handed you, and press it close to your chest.
“Hange, thank you so much. You have no idea what this even means to me.” you whisper, as you wrap your arms around their neck.
Hange spares Eren a glance over the shoulder and gives him a big thumbs up, coupled with Levi’s approving smile.
It’s the rare times that Eren’s overthinking habit comes in handy. When he’s able to think ahead and fix things before they happen.
“I have an idea, kid.” Hange responds.
--
--
Levi and Hange give you a three day break when you get back to set. You’re not sure what exactly it was that came out of you when you did your last performance, but it was almost like it drained the life out of you. Eren nearly had to drag you back onto that plane and consequently, to your room, when you made it back to the set.
He thinks that you’ve finally let go of what you’ve been holding on to. And that you can finally move forward now.
You told him that Marco must have been haunting him overtime for the past few days, which earned you a hearty laugh from him.
And surely enough, on the fourth day, you’re able to muster your legs down to the kitchen – to a group of well meaning cheers from the group of them – as you read the little slots on the schedule pasted on the fridge. And surely enough, Levi was going to throw you right back into the thick of it.
Wednesday, April 6th, 8:00 AM
Eren Head Decapitation
It’s a stupid caption. If you didn’t know what it meant, you would even laugh at it.
But you had read ahead already – and knew that it meant that it was finally time for you and Eren to get that kiss scene out of the way.
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aaron warner family headcanons
The Warner Family.
pairings: dad!aaron warner x mom!reader
summary: get to know more about the warner family!
warnings: fluff, domestic, ooc, domestic shenanigans, protective aaron warner …
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Aaron found out about it when he heard some crying in the bathroom at the middle of the night, noticing your lack of presence beside him, he got worried and walk towards the bathroom.
There, he saw you, in front of a mirror having a breakdown.
He approached you and asked whats wrong.
“love?” he said softly, as he hugged you from behind and caressed your hair, “My love, whats wrong?” he asked you worriedly.
“aaron..” you trailed off as you continue to sob. He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead , pulling away as he make you look at him, “what is it, angel? You can tell me.” he urged you.
“I’m pregnant.” you blurt out.
With the lack of reply, you panicked.
“I missed my period recently and I feel kinda shit lately so me juliette and nazeera bought an pregnancy test earlier and I tested all 7 of them and they are all positive, I don’t—”
As you were rambling, he quickly hugged you tightly and lifting you up to the ground as he span you around. You laugh softly at this gesture as he peppered kisses to your face and hair while he whispered sweet nothings.
“Its okay. We will be okay. Don’t worry. We got this, yeah? I love you. Thank you. Thank you, I love you so much, My love.”
at the first stage he got nervous about being a dad and have some self doubt but later got over it as he saw you patying your belly despite it still not visible.
he got more protective over you and never ever let you do things.
you guys told your friends by a guess the word game. They all cried.
He bought a book about being a dad and take notes on pregnancy books to help you out.
Baby proofs the every part of the house immediately.
He went to every appointment with you
He never ever made you feel guilty for your cravings.
Oh you want a food from a store hours away? Just wait.
A hellspawn food combination that you want? He will eat it with you.
Massage? Done.
A food from a different country? He ordered his men to get it ASAP.
Want some sweets especially made by your husband even though you have never tasted his baking? He learned how to bake immediately!
You guys did an gender reveal in the most fun way.
You did it as both kenji and juliette worn a baby costume with 'boy' written in the blue bib for juliette while 'girl' in a pink bib for kenji
They both FIGHT to determine who wins to know the gender
They even go overboard as they jumped into the swimming pool racing each other to the finish line
Kenji won.
So, its a girl!
You guys decorated her room immediately
You did ALOOOTTTT of shopping!!!!!
Your husband just spoils you rotten as you keep buying cute toys, plushies, and pretty cute clothes!!!
“my love, don't you think its a bit too much?” “I am sure the little princess do not need that much clothes, honey.”
he gave up as soon as he saw some cute baby clothes + a matching one.
When you guys did a baby shower its so emotional like omg you guys are gonna be parents!
You and Aaron planted a tree so it grows with baby dior!
teenager!dior safe place is the tree, she goes there to lay down, read and to relax when stresses!
Your friends wrote letters for dior to read when she reached the age 7, 11, 13, 15, 16, 18, 20, 21 and 22!
You and aaron made her a gmail account as you guys constantly wrote her some letters and random things there for her to read in the future
When you went into the labor he desperately wished to take away your pain and was crying with you. He comforted you as he cares your hair and gives you kisses.
“shh, its okay, baby. Im here. Im not going anywhere. ”
“you got this, my love. You are doing so well.”
“Aaron! I can't do this—”
“yes, yes you can, darling.”
He really can't bare to see you in so much pain even though he had seen so much worse
He was very gentle and was crying when he held your baby girl in his hands. His princess, his girls, his universe.
After the labour, you were barely allowed to do things in the house, he only let you rest while he take cares with everything.
You guys had an 3 months lockdown, not allowing anyone to visit the baby
Always keeping an eye for baby monitors
You and him do an rock, paper scissors when it comes to changing baby Dior diapers (he lets you win, sometimes.)
Dior have your eyes so he is a victim to those puppy dog eyes. He can't say no to you, what more to his princess especially with your eyes?
Learns to do her hair!!
Dior first words is not 'momma' or 'dada' it was Kenny. Kenny. You and aaron felt betrayed.
Despite with the nickname, kenji teared up and always paraded the moment (to your husband dismay) he grows to adore the nickname when she keep calling him that
He sometimes forget that he played dress up with baby di so sometimes he go to work with tiara, ribbons, those princess accessories on him.
“Refrain from laughing, there is nothing funny about this matter.” “uh...theres something on you, sir.” “oh.”
Sometimes they were to scared to point it out
Kenji, nazeera and juliette made fun of him not until they were a victim of the dress up
At one point, kenji kidnapped baby dior and was later banned from seeing her for 2 months (barely a month in dior throwed a tantrum wanting to see her uncle kenny)
Baby dior played with your make up when she misses you! She wanna look like you because she misses you so much
Dior is an nature girlie! Aaron believes his angel is a reincarnated of persephone/artemis
Baby dior wears her pants backwards. She believes that “tails” should be at the back. You and Aaron gave up on the fight.
You guys had an motto that if its not hurting anyone or themselves, don't fight it. Let them.
One time you guys thought she was playing phone call but turns out she was in an hour real call with james.
Seashells hunting !!!!!
Everytime you guys went to a beach aaron always buy a big beautiful seashell then hides it in the sand for her to find!!! And her reactions always makes you and him melt!!
he also buries some treasure chests
He made an contract of no boyfriend until shes 30 and made baby dior sign with her prints with paints. He framed it.
You scold him for that and he just shrugs lol
teenage!dior have you in her closefriend and private insta!!
she collects shells and glue them to a cardboard and gifts it to you!
She wants a sibling so one day she just go “I want a baby sister or brother 🥺”
Keeps wishing on a well for it
Aaron is 100% in he just goes “Princess, ask mommy :)” “me too, baby. Let’s just ask momma for it, hm?”
Well, let’s just say she always get what she wants…
authors note: I had fun doing this Omg I wanna make it a series, do you guys want it? Please let me know!!! Feedbacks and reactions are very much appreciated!!!
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Nothing Like The Picture
Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Genre: Fluff, some spice towards the end
Summary: She's seen his pictures growing up, talked to him through letters, but the real thing is much better.
Warnings: ramblings about how good-looking Danny Ric is and an age gap of sizable amounts (I'm not sorry)
Notes: A request from @poster66 that I fell in love with.
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Growing up knowing you're going to be used as a pawn in a political game is certainly something that can drive even the sanest royals to madness. The thought of having your entire life planned out for you the moment you're born has to be exhausting.
It's not for her.
Maybe it's because it's all she's know from the second she was born. Or it's the stacks of letters that sit on her desk from before she could even read that make this whole thing feel endearing.
Daniel wrote to her before she was born. Mostly ramblings about what he'd been up to. It's like he's written her an autobiography, so they aren't strangers when it does come time for her to be married off to him.
The age-gap wasn't planned. Not when their parents entered into this agreement. Neither of them had been born when they'd been promised to each other.
So, Daniel wrote her letters and when she was old enough, she wrote back. He was elated to get her first letter. Enough to write back instantaneously despite not having done much since the last one.
They wrote about interests and activities. About how their studies were going and how much they disliked their tutors.
She'd sprint through the castle, almost falling down the steps in her rush to receive his letters. The growing feeling of butterflies in her stomach with each written word became all consuming.
Daniel's kind words of consolation, paragraphs of endearing affection and lines of encouragement when she fell into emotional turmoil. She'd go as far as to say he is her closest friend and confidant. She'd shared all her secrets with him. He'd shared some of his with her.
The canvas painting on the wall of Daniel and his family is her only clue as to what he looks like. Aside from his own personal description of himself. He has a 'charismatic smile and devilishly good looks.'
Daniel asks her often about what she wants in the future. He claims that she will be treated as his equal. It's only fair she gets to have her own interests and he'd like to make sure she has whatever she needs when she inevitably has to move.
He writes her often about horses and how much time he spends in the stables. Tucked up in his horse's pen writing her. He rides often, much to his parents' demise. Daniel promises to take her riding and show her all his favorite places to hide away.
She tells him about the hidden corner of the library where she hides herself to read and write. Nobody has yet to find the secret location. Sometimes she uses it to escape her mother's constant hovering and fathers' ridiculous wrath.
When the day comes for her to leave, she neatly tucks away every letter, so they remain safe during the journey. She sends one last message to Daniel expressing her enthusiasm for getting to see him in person.
It takes far too long to get there. She wonders in Daniel would've ridden his own horse. They'd certainly reach their destination faster that way.
After what feels like years of traveling, she's standing at the foot of the steps. Butterflies making it difficult to breathe. They rage around in her chest and stomach.
She gets sympathetic looks from her hand maiden. It's not that she's upset about being here. But the anxiety of finally seeing Daniel is messing up her thoughts.
She manages to coax herself into at least going up the stairs and inside out of the cold. Surely Daniel would not want an icicle for a wife.
She takes a moment to admire her new home, letting herself breathe and relax before she has to face the inevitable.
"Princess!" She whirls around on her feet and is indeed met with a large charismatic grin. He jogs up to her, the distance now standing between them oddly suffocating.
She gives up on restraining herself. It's only the two of them in the hall for the moment. Her arms wrap around his neck.
Just as she imagined, he smells utterly addictive. Strang arms hold her in place. He's too, which is an added bonus given how cold she is at the moment.
"You, are incredibly stunning." He smiles in her hair. It's a good thing he can't see her face because she can feel the heat of the blush. "I hope I meet your expectations and my descriptions did my physique justice."
"I've been staring at the same portrait for five years now. I can safely say that it didn't do you any justice."
"The painters always get my nose wrong!"
Daniel pulls away and cups her cheeks. For a moment, she thinks he might actually kiss her. Which - she won't lie - Is something she'd very much like to have happen. So much so, that she goes for it first.
Alas, Daniel foils her attempt. "Not here. I have plans for you later. We've been writing for years; you can be patient a little longer."
She whines at him, but when Daniel lays a kiss to her cheek and brushes his fingers against his skin, she knows she'll wait for him.
Thousands of years, if neccecary, if only to look at him in real life and not through a portrait.
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yandere childhood friend ♡ !!
gender neutral!reader. 1.7k words. warnings for irrational obsession for the reader. i'm not sure what it is but the guy is very, very delusional. i'm not sure what to think of this piece, but this one goes out for 🤏🍷anon, i loved the yandere drummer you drew so much so i hope you like this :) !!
“here,” you bring the flower to his face but he’s still annoyed. lately, he’s annoyed by almost everything, was teenage so bad? you wouldn’t know yet. your best friend is almost 2 years older than you and only holds the position because you've been practically be forced to get along with each other, courtesy of your family being great friends.
he scrunches up his face. “i'm allergic, you should know that.” he responds, not even looking up from his homework. “make me a paper bouquet, then we’ll see.”
the first time you realized that you liked your bestfriend was the first time that he realized that romance was not his cup of tea and with you? no way in hell. he hated the idea of cheesy romcoms and pop songs, it disgusted him and he made a point of making it obvious.
but you were young, just about 12 or something, and he was the only one close enough to fantasise about, so you did - doodled hearts around his initials and yours, “2gether 4ever ♡” and made it so obvious to the adults around you that they often teased you about it, much to your friend’s dismay.
and the crush was so strong that the moment you went home, you were on youtube, looking for ways to make a paper flower, and then piecing it all together.
“bed time, now,” your mother calls out and you proudly show off your paper bouquet to her, “is that for him?” she asks, amused at your efforts to be seen by your crush. you nod.
“aw, baby, as much as i love his mother as my bestfriend, that kid doesn’t deserve you,” she kisses your forehead.
yes, there were times when it felt like your heart was breaking into pieces or however those songs called it, when you saw him around school hanging out with other girls and not even acknowledging your presence. but when you went home and he excitedly told you about the new game he was playing, you fell all over again. besides, this is what happened in the music videos, right? there will be a day when he sees you like that too, when he’ll be long over this phase of shouting “ew, ew, ew,” when his parents kiss and be a more mature guy.
you did think that. but it was always in such a future tense that it never seemed realistic enough, it seemed far, far away. and when you actually reached that time period, your family had to move away, dad got a job somewhere else.
so you left that paper bouquet, (which quite frankly you didn’t have the courage to give it to him in fear that he might mock you that he told you to make it for him and you did? what a fool…) and a letter detailing your feelings for him.
but obviously it didn’t hold much depth, as you can imagine, a preteen detailing their infatuation.
but long after you were gone, your friend started to do something which he never thought he would do, ever. he was missing you.
he missed you when he came home from school and there was no one to talk to, or no one to taunt about how much he hated a particular thing and not have you judge him. it was just so awesome on how you had never judged him for anything, because he was sure if he kept on repeating on how much he hated taylor swift to some other girl in his grade, she'd probably have flipped him off, even if she, herself hated her. that was the level of repetitive he could get.
but he missed you, making those random cakes with your mother and you ran down to him to make him taste it first and he acted disgusted. “this is the worst, did you put in salt instead of sugar?” and you still had a smile on your face when you answered. “no, i just tasted it.”
he fiddled with the paper bouquet you left him for a long while after that, thinking about that afternoon and many others like that again and again. he could just… call you but his ego wouldn’t let him. and he was so disappointed over the fact that you were talking to his mother almost every other day, but you never asked for him?
it was hurtful.
but he couldn’t just ignore it. even when it was the only thing he wanted to do, ignore you, keep you out of his mind. but even when in high school he began going on dates and dances, he kept coming back to the paper flowers you left him.
he didn’t have any allergies. he was just messing with you. he never knew you'd actually do it. just like he never thought you'd actually leave, or that he'd ever miss you like this.
when he was out of the local college, he was sure that he was going to come to you, he knew the city where you lived through his parents' daily conversation at the dinner table. you were still in college, about an year or two remaining and he looked for jobs in your area.
when he found one, he was absolutely relieved. he told his parents it was one of the best opportunities in his career and it was, just not in his career, but it helped that the city you were in was quite famous and the job wasn’t bad either.
so when he finally takes your number from his mother and calls you.
he’s so delighted to hear your voice, even though it has changed a lot. and you’re happy too! you sound really happy when you say that you're excited to meet him.
and oh, you’re right, he never considered your angle on it, you must have missed him so much! oh, poor thing, the move must have been so harsh to you. maybe the reason you didn’t ask his mom to give him the call was because it'd simply hurt too much to talk to him without being near him. right? this had to be the only explanation.
so when he moves in and settles into his apwrtment, he calls you in the morning, and you give him a recommendation for a cafè nearby, “it’s a good one, i think you'll like it,”
see! you know him so well!
he arrives there a few minutes late, but you’re already there. oh, you still love him so well.
but midway through drinking overexpensive coffees and reminiscing the old times, he chokes on his drink.
he honestly thinks you’re kidding.
“what?” he wants you to repeat it again.
“i said, i’m not in love with you, my friend, i’ve moved on,”
the friend stings more than applying sanitizer on a cut, he swears. but it was just unbelievable, you were just running after him (not quite literally, pardon him, he’s a little delusional) begging for him (again, he’s delusional) to make him go on a date with you, with the last part being true. you did want him to go on a date with you, but you respected his decisions.
yes, you did have the worst and incredibly humiliating crush on your childhood friend, but it was just all that was in your opinion, a crush that started when you were 12 because he was the only one you hung out with and spent all your time with and so you were convinced, from ages 12 to 16 almost that this was the guy you’d marry and start a family with, you’d already picked out the names for them. but the problem was? he didn’t like you back.
your childhood friend had better things to do, like all teenage guys do, ofcourse, but he was always stuck with the feeling that he didn’t want you, he physically cringed when at joint dinner sometimes both of your parents would joke about you both dating, it was just something that was unimaginable for him at that point. only at that point though.
he was too busy going out on dates with random people, unbeknownst to how much he was hurting you (because in his defense, he was just a kid and he wasn’t quite sure how deep your feelings ran).
but now? why not now?
he had finally realized that it was you he liked, genuinely. And now you say this? It was absolutely heartless, did you not even stop to consider his feelings, even for once? Did the fact that you loved him before mean nothing to you?
“why don’t you love me anymore? or are you lying? to avenge your hopeless pining and me turning you away, is that it? please, talk to me. please.”
“it was a childhood crush, they eventually go away,” you don’t know what more he wants to say to you.
“but i… but you,”
“there are no but's here, if you came here looking for me because you’re realizing your feelings almost 8-9 years later then it's absurd because did you really think i would wait for you that long? i have a life now, i have a boyfriend and.. just grow up, you have a job here you should focus on that.”
you mentally made a note to stay the fuck away from this guy, because he was spewing some crazy, crazy shit. never in your wildest dreams did you ever think he would come back and be insistent on his feelings, it was all like a fever dream.
“am i that bad..?” he whispers softly, you look up at him, he has both of his hands on the table and his head hanging down. great, he's crying now. “i'm sorry i was so rude to you before.”
“look, it's fine, okay? we were both kids and i don't even hold it against you, i didn’t back then and i still don't. so go live your life and move on,”
you didn’t think you could bear to stay sitting there for a minute more, so you got up and went to the counter to pay and without a second glance, you left the cafè.
all the while, your childhood friend is still sitting there, not looking up.
“i.. i can’t do that,” and he looks up and wipes his tears, he didn’t come all the way here just to get disheartened so easily, did he?
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Hello sweet person,
First things first, I appreciate the kindness and wishes you expressed in my leaving, warm hugs and care for you 🤗. Also so happy you like the content yay.
Now the reading, man my ass is so paranoid rn. Because. I have been lately getting a lot of "Spouse wants to build a family with you", "Spouse wants family with you""spouse is Family oriented" and this just damn shiz what's happening 💀💀 Now although it was SO SWEET with building a home together where we can be open with emotions like COME ON , but my paranoid ass is just what¿ This is so good to be to true.
Ngl I did like the " as you started to notice me, I also started to realise how I wished for a stable home..". 🥰
Open with emotions is such a sweet and genuine act here in the reading like it's really that significant and I never got that but it's like so healthy and sweet. I mean it's all about me wanting to release and this matches my energy rn, like I am really having a lot of thoughts, anxiety, fears and chaos. SO THIS IS JUST WOW. And then saying "Release it all, after your soul is worn out I am here for you. Fall into my arms" *sobs *. Now you definitely got the independent and strategic mind right and them them asking me to let my guard down damn -vulnerability issues surfaces- lol.
The last line " let the world out and focus on us, just look at me and let yourself be.." *heart eyes * and we are each other happy endings, shiz this message was so sweet and like SO GOOD. I am having a hard time accepting goodness in this reading lmao.
Now the notebook scene you talked of, I am guessing it's again about them just wanting me to let myself be. (I am unsure why this is a strong a message in this reading )
Nonetheless, Thank you for this and please continue making amazing pacs. They are super fun -notanastrologer
First of all thank you for taking the time and writing me this detailed feedback. I loved reading all you had to say. I appreciate it a lot and it helps yk.
I did get the feeling that the 4 of Cups was coming from you. That is why there is the open with the emotions, like he is trying to get you out of that 4 of Cups energy and see the Ten of Cups. At least that is how I read it. It could also be that your rejection (4 of cups) of this 10 of cups (happy family and all that) possibility or idea will play a role and that is why the man is giving it his all in that letter to turn the tables😂😂
I think if the reading is about the FS, the talk about family and building something together will come up. You cannot escape certain keywords lol. Those types of readings are like wedding vows, some phrases or words will be there because they define marriage. That being said, here it was very direct, you got the Ten of Cups (literally the card of a happy family). Family can also be only you and him. Also, in this reading I did think he sees you as the Queen of Swords, that is where the intelligent, strategic and independent so I am happy you confirmed that.
The notebook scene it was up to you for interpretation. It just came to mind. I did think it was again him trying to kind of "convince" you. However, when you related it to "letting yourself be" it made sense. I am not sure either on why it was a prominent theme but I could not avoid it. To let yourself be might be associated with letting your guard down, like you mentioned. The fall into my arms part was the first thing that I felt the urge to write but I let it have a backseat and wrote it after the first few sentences.
I understand the paranoia though bcs same. But, this was a love letter. I specifically asked and did the reading this way. It was supposed to be a gushy love letter. Kind of how those from 2 centuries ago would write love letters to their betrothed lol. So ofc you would get the good things. They can happen. Trust the process and trust yourself. After all, according to my deck you are the Queen of Swords.
Thank you for participating. Sending lots of love 🧡
p.s I rambled a lot, but you reading was very memorable. I lost it two times when writing it down. Then just as I was about to be done the lights went out lol so I had to connect to my mobile data just to make sure I would not lose it for a 3rd time 😂 Just when I was about to change smth about the "fall into my arms" part, the lights came back on and I took it as a sign that I should send it off to you.
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A Liking for Riding - Part 1
Note: This is based off an anon i got requesting a story similar to this. I had to delete the original post because it was not showing up on the melissa x reader tag :( if you see this post know i know its not fully fulfilling your request, but i’ll get there! If you would like to keep reading <3
Warnings: None
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You thought you were going to have a pretty chill teacher planning day. Without the kids around, you were going to have time to grade their work and start planning your future lessons. Turns out Ava had other plans. You hear her loud voice over the intercom: “Hello teachers, fortunately for you, you will have to be spending some time with me today. The district is mandating we do some team building exercises. Should be fun. Can’t wait to get all the tea. Meet in the lounge room in 10 mins.”
“Oh no” - you scoff and start putting all your stuff away, you weren’t planning to spend time with anyone today, specially not with that certain redhead you havent been able to stop thinking about since the day you put a foot at Abbott Elementary.
You walk out of your classroom and see Melissa and Barbara making their way to the lounge. Barbara gives you a good morning. As polite as she always is. Melissa says hi with a soft smile, sparkling green eyes meeting yours and making your entire body tingle. God, the power she has over you. One 2 letter word and you are already on cloud 9. She grabs you by the hand in order to direct you in the same direction they are going, she lets go a few seconds later but her fingers keep brushing against yours as you keep walking, you look at her and you swear you can see a smirk forming on her face. It is like she knows what she does to you, like she enjoys teasing you, touching you ever so slightly to get a reaction out of you. Is she doing it on purpose? Is it a game to her? Does it inflate her ego? You don’t know and you don’t ask. You enjoy those little moments when she touches you or compliments you. A little glimpse of hope that your love might be a little requited. Why break your heart with the truth? The reality is that Melissa was just being herself and that she had never seen you as more than a friend… but it feels… nice.
You arrive at the lounge and all the teachers are already seated. You are given a paper with all the activities that are going to be done throughout the day and you get exhausted just by reading them. Are you ready to become this close to all your coworkers? Probably not. Just to one, though. And the possibility of spending time with her was enough to make you excited about the day.
You go through multiple rounds of exercises on how to resolve conflicts among your coworkers. As is if any of them were going to work on your people. You already had your perfect coworker dynamic and no textbook advice would ever make Janine to stop meddling or Ava do her job, etc. But it was fun to be there, to see Melissa roll her eyes at everything Ava said and shoot smiles your way as if you were her Sun in that cloudy and annoying day.
At some point, its time for an exercise that requires the teachers to share what their passions are outside of school.
Everyone hears Barbara talk about how her favorite thing to do when she is not teaching her little kids is to go to church and worship Jesus. Nobody expected any other response from her.
Next goes Melissa and your eyes just watch her in amazement as she talks about how cooking is everything to her and her family. Her delivery is quite aggressive but is just so endearing to you. You could hear that woman talk about lasagna and baked ziti all day.
“You are going to drool, y/n” - Jacob whispers in your ear as he notices the way you are starting at Melissa.
You roll your eyes at him and before he can keep saying anything is your time to share.
“Well, outside of work I like to ride” - you state before you even realize the way it could be interpreted.
“I am sure you do” - Ava says poking fun at you in a flirtatious way and everyone laughs, well everyone but Melissa.
“I mean horses, Ava” - you respond annoyed “I have been riding horses since I was much younger, I even have my own horse, his name is Jasper”
“You ride horses? Hon, that is so cool” - Melissa says to you and you can feel your face blushing.
“Oh come on, Im alright” - you say giving her back the most sincere smile of the day
“You didn’t say I was cool when I shared that i have been taking biking lessons, Melissa”
“Well that would be cool if you were 10, Janine”
The rest of the group laughs at the interaction while Melissa shifts her attention back to you.
“So an equastrian, huh?” - she says as she sits next to you, her thigh pressed against yours, making it difficult to concentrate. - “I have always wanted to learn how to ride, when I was younger I used to want a horse so bad, my favorite plushie was a little brown pony, I took it everywhere, I asked for a pony every Christmas for 5 years till I gave up. And if you tell anyone i had plushies i will deny it.”
You don’t quite know what to respond to such an adorable statement. This woman had so many layers, and discovering more of them was your favorite thing to do. From hardcore take no-shit stubborn woman to the softest one that gives you warm smiles and tells you about her childhood plushies.
“Hon” - noticing that you spaced out, she takes your hand in hers and brings you back to reality.
“Sorry, yes, I love riding, i love horses. They are one of the sweetest most loyal animals and I just love being around them. They truly own my heart. Specially my baby Jasper”
Her eyes soften as she sees you talk with such affection and love about these horses.
“Thats so incredible, sweetheart, you are” - she says before she notices that she might be saying too much
“You got any pictures?” - she asks before you have any time to respond.
At this point everyone has cleared out the room and is just you and Melissa in the lounge. You are showing her pictures of your horse and all the other horses you have had, trained or help rehabilitate. Melissa seems to like the conversation and enthusiastically react to all the pictures you show her. You can’t quite tell if this is about the horses or about you, but you are enjoying it.
“You are really sweet, you know” - you tell her as you put your phone down after showing her the many pictures of horses you have in your phone.
“What do ya mean, hon? I just really like horses”
“Just the horses?” - you say before thinking what is coming out of your mouth and once you realize it, its too late to take it back
"Well," Melissa replied with a shy smile, "to be honest, I am enjoying the time we're spending together." She leaned in closer, her eyes locked on yours, as a hint of a blush spread across her cheeks. She hesitated slightly before saying, "I also like seeing you happy."
Her words sent a spark of electricity through you body, excitement and confusion taking over your body.
“What can i say? Spending time with you makes me happy, Schemmenti” - you said trying to seem confident but the close proximity at which she was standing had you feeling weak in the knees.
Melissa learned in even closer. Is she? Is she going to kiss me? You thought to yourself. Your heart was racing and your body trembled with anticipation as you saw Melissa inches away from you. You could feel her breath on your lips, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss her. The tension in the air was palpable. You closed your eyes, wanting to savor every second of this moment.
As your lips were about to touch, Janine barges into the room, “I - I a forgot my coat, sorry, im so sorry” - she grabs her jacket and runs out of the door.
If looks could kill, Janine wouldn’t have survived the one that Melissa just gave her.
“Just Janine being Janine and ruining things” - you say under your breath, clearly annoyed that your dreams did not came true.
“Don’t worry, hon, there’ll be plenty of time for that” - Melissa says planting a chaste kiss on your forehead.
You don’t respond. Confused as to what that might mean. Sure, you are friends and sure you always flirt with each other, but this is different. Melissa has become increasingly flirty and close to you these past few weeks. Her hands lingering longer on your body, her eyes finding you in every room, her sweet words. You thought nothing of it, but after today’s events the hope in your heart grows.
“How about we go to my house and I make you a late lunch?” - she says caressing your cheek with her fingers, a gesture that makes your heart flutter.
“Actually, I can’t. I had made plans to go see Jasper in the barn today and help my instructor with some things. I-“
“Don’t worry, hon, there will be another time” - Melissa says interrupting you. A wave of sadness clearly taking over her face. Her eyes no longer sparkling.
“You can come with, I’d love for you to meet Jasper”
Her face completely lights up, you could see the excitement in her eyes as she agrees to come with you see your horse.
The car ride is about one hour and you are extremely excited but nervous to be spending so much time in an enclosed space with Melissa after what happened earlier. She insists in driving and you happily sit in the passenger seat. You want to relax and enjoy the ride, but a thousand thoughts are going through your brain. You space out thinking about them while you keep your eyes locked on the redhead at the wheel. She is so beautiful, you feel like you want to look at her forever. Memorize her every freckle, every single one of her wrinkles, the shape of her nose. You think about her lips and what it would be like to taste them, to feel them against yours..
“You are staring, hon. What is in that little head?” - she says as she reaches out to squeeze your hand
“About earlier, you were about to kiss me, weren’t you? and you said there’d be more…”
“And there will be more, hon. Don’t get too impatient”
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𝘽𝙇𝙇𝙆 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 like 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣
📌, isagi yoichi, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, bachira meguru, karasu tabito, mikage reo
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ warnings- some of the boys I think wouldn't mind liking/dating an older woman, about 2/3 years older. (I'm older than most of them, so I needed to do that. I'm 9teen btw)
૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა isagi yoichi.
You were the assistant at the football club, a year older when he started high school. It was love at first sight, he couldn't look away when you were helping them, handing out towels, water bottles, explaining a few things about their performance on the field. He confessed when he was about to enter Blue Lock, you thought it was a joke, but the way his eyes sparkled with determination and the tips of his ears burned in a bright red made you believe him, still surprised that someone younger liked you. "please wait for me" he said, holding your hand, "I'll wait so you better be number one!" you said smiling and he couldn't be happier. On the day of entering Blue Lock you two made a pinky promise and kissed it, sealing the promise. You're still waiting for him.
૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა bachira meguru.
you helped his mom on exhibition days and he liked you as soon as you two met. he made sure to be around, making you laugh and telling you about his mom, you two soon got along and he wasn't sad that you were two years older, he could make the convenience store aunts fall in love with a smile from him, so he would spare no effort to win you over, with the support of his mother, of course. "we're rooting for you" you said the day he'd walk into Blue Lock, "I know, you're the best" he said hugging you and his mother, before he walked in you kissed his forehead, wishing him all the luck in the world. You both watch bllk tv and don't lose a game, always yelling his name when he scores a goal.
૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა mikage reo.
He always thought older women were cool and when you walked past him, laden with books, the uniform indicating you were older, he was charmed. Football and you were all that came out of his mouth, poor nagi couldn't take it anymore. When he took courage to confess, you said you didn't have time for relationships, your future was more important and it didn't matter how much money he had. The boy fell in love even more and with a lot of patience and determination he made a space for him in your heart. The day he entered Blue Lock, you texted that your life wouldn't stop for anyone so he had better strive to fulfill his dream- you'd be rooting for him-, the boy couldn't have fallen in love with someone better. Even though you said you wouldn't wait for anyone, you always found time to watch him play in Blue Lock.
૮ • ﻌ - ა karasu tabito.
You're friends with his older sister and he's always thought you were cool, molding his ideal type based on you. When he entered high school, he confessed, getting a "you're too young" from you, but he didn't give up, he would make you like him. When he got the letter to enter Blue Lock you were his biggest support, making him fall in love even more. Before he got into Blue Lock, you were starting college and said to him "I'm going ahead, but I'll wait for you, so you better be the best and come looking for me." The boy couldn't have a better motivation, before entering, he stole a kiss from him, saying he was going to be lucky. He still doesn't know that you root for him, watching every game with his family, still waiting for him to leave.
૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა michael kaiser.
You're the same age and while he was on the field playing you were there as an intern. He declared himself your boyfriend in an interview before going to Blue Lock, he stated that the next time you met on the field, he would ask you to marry him. You somehow couldn't get the German away, so you accepted it, trying your hardest in college to see him again in the field. You two talked on the phone while he was in Blue Lock, you were about to finish college and watched every game, cheering him on, always texting him before every game. Nothing got Kaiser more excited than knowing that his future wife would be watching him play and interview him after games.
૮・ﻌ・ა oliver aiku.
This man has no preferences, can be young or old, he will accept. He thought he was shameless, until he met you. He's been stood up after the two women found out he was with both of them, you seeing him sitting alone didn't think twice and sat with him, ignoring his surprised face and made the order to the waiter, forcing him to accept the 'date' with you. You asked him a few questions to get to know him better, you both are the same age, and when he asked why you were doing that, you answered "free food" and winked at him, he couldn't believe the audacity of the woman sitting in front of him, but he liked you. At the end of the 'date' he told you why he got stood up and you laughed out loud, saying "I make you better or make you worse" and asked for his phone number. there was something about you that attracted him, and before going back to Blue Lock you two hooked up a few times. Back in Blue Lock, he could only think of when he could meet you again, totally in love. You would watch the bllk tv to understand better what he did and root for him.
#bllk imagines#blue lock headcanons#blue lock x reader#blue lock#bllk x you#blue lock x you#bachira meguru#isagi yoichi#reo mikage#karasu tabito#michael kaiser#oliver aiku#blue lock imagines
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Hey man. What's up. Can I ask you a question? Can you do an Yandere Alphabet for Fluttershy (from MLP:FIM)?
Sure I can! Hope you like it :)
Yandere Alphabet - Fluttershy
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Jealousy, Minor violence mention, Soft yandere, Discord is enabling, You're both ponies obviously, Delusional behavior, Dubious relationship.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Fluttershy, as expected, is very shy and cautious around her crush. Her obsession isn't very intense, in fact it's quiet in nature. Her affection is soft and gentle and you can barely tell something is wrong...
Until she snaps.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Not very messy at all. Fluttershy hates violence and would be the type of pony to faint at the sight of blood. She can barely be assertive... how do you expect her to kill?
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Oh, very caring. Fluttershy can't stand the thought of mocking you! She makes sure you have everything you need in her cottage and is attentive to your needs!
Can't you see she cares for you?
Please don't leave-
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Other than try to keep you in her home, not really.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Very vulnerable and very open with her feelings. She's shy but tries her best to show she loves you. As a result she lets her guard down around you.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Upset, frightened, on the verge of tears. In her eyes she's expressing her feelings in a healthy way!
If you fought her... she'd panic and shudder. However... she has a way to counter this.
Discord. Discord can deal with you.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Not a game and hates you trying to leave her.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Your worst experience wouldn't be with her, it would be with Discord.
He doesn't like you making his friend upset so he is definitely the one to help with punishment. Sky's the limit with him.
Although Fluttershy does ask him to not go too rough with you.
She hates seeing you hurt.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
She wants to be a cute couple with you. Her views on her obsession is very innocent. She just thinks you two will be cute together!
She just... needs more confidence... and help... in many ways.
If she's jealous she tries to cope. She rationalizes her feelings as she wants you happy. Although when you look at her you can tell she looks more upset than angry about you speaking to other ponies.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Affectionate, shy, and gentle. Her obsession may be enforced by Discord, yet it seems oddly like a normal relationship. She doesn't mean you any harm.
She just struggles showing her true feelings... which leads to bad advice... causing all of this.
She's upset you're upset, but tries her best to normalize what's going on.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
She most likely met you through a friend and fell for you. After that she found herself following you and trying to be included in your life. She doesn't really see it all as stalking....
She doesn't try to keep you in her home until Discord urges her on. She must really like this pony... why doesn't he help her win your heart? As a result... she traps you in her home.
Not really. I can see Fluttershy snappy at times, but for the most part she's herself.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
She wouldn't punish you, Discord ends up doing it. I don't have anything for mind but when it comes to Discord and his chaos magic... anything can happen.
Fluttershy for the most part wants you to have your freedoms, so not many.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Moderate patience, nothing much of note.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
No, she probably could never move on.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Yes and maybe!
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Poor influence for the most part.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Horrible and guilty. She would try so hard to comfort you. She'd hug you, nuzzle into you, she wants you happy! She no doubt blames herself for your sadness.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
She was manipulated into being "yandere".
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Honestly it's not that hard to convince her to let you go. Promise you'll be with her as long as she gives you freedom. She loves you... she'll most likely listen.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
No!
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
She's very attached to you. Not entirely a worship yandere but she thinks you're perfect. She wants to do anything for you.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Long time, months to years?
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
No!
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hii do you think you could write a baby blurb of steve and y/n going out together but nobody knows? she’s on the cheerleading team/goes to see him in a game and the other team cant stop staring/looking at her so he snaps? thank uuu
jealous and pouty steve >> i hate this and it kinda wasn’t exactly what the request asked for but my mind was so blank
“y’wanna tell me what all that was about?” your voice was soft, gentle, laced with obvious concern, one hand cupping steve’s jaw while the other held a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol. you dabbed it against the cut on his eyebrow, swiping a little at the dried parts as he winced, scrunched his nose and pouted his lips slightly. he was avoiding your gaze, staring pointedly at your lettered necklace as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.
“nothing.” which was a total and complete lie because steve had gotten into a fight in the middle of his basketball game, had ended up with a bust face and a ban from playing for the foreseeable future. from your place on the cheerleading bench you’d watched your boyfriend shove into the captain of the other team, shoulder hitting his so harshly the other boy had stumbled out of the court lines and before you knew it fists were swinging and steve’s eyebrow was bleeding. you’d seen the captain say something, all smirks and cockiness and steve had reacted almost instantly, shoulders tensing as his face twisted into a glare. you weren’t exactly sure what could have possibly been said to make him react the way he did.
“steve, what happened?” your voice was a little firmer this time, fingers knocking softly beneath his chin to tilt his head up so you could meet his eyes, cotton still slipping over his skin. you scooted closer to him on the bench, more than aware that the few people still left in the gym were watching you, the girls from the cheer squard and steve’s teammates, a few left behind students. you felt a little awkward, a little under pressure because despite having been dating steve for four months now it was still very much a secret and you could almost feel the confusion rolling off of people. confusion over why you were helping him clean up, why you were watching him with such worried, love sick eyes. or why steve’s fingers settled in the bare skin of your thigh, just beneath your skirt when he let out a sigh.
“their captain was just saying shit and it pissed me off.” your skin burned from his touch, your hand wavering as you reached for a bandaid, fumbling to tug one from the first aid bag you’d rushed to get the second you’d spotted blood. your friends were leaning against the far wall, eyes narrowed as they glanced between you and steve, trying their hardest to understand what the hell was going on. the gym was still a loud hum of noise, people getting ready to leave, people staying behind to talk excitedly about hawkins win but when you looked at steve it was just the two of you, silence settling around you.
“what kind of shit? you were pretty angry, steve, it can’t have just been basketball trash talk.” you dabbed again at his brow bone, this time with a dry cotton ball, the trickle of blood having finally come to a stop. you weren’t sure why you were asking because you had a slight feeling you knew the gist of what had been said, knew it had something to do with you. the captain had been leering at you all night, had even had the nerve to graze his fingers over your back when he’d passed you on the way to the court, bending to mutter in your ear that he couldn’t wait to see your performance. you’d brushed it off, tried not to think about it but he’d sent glances your way the whole game and on more than one occasion steve had ran into him when he’d spotted what was happening. you figured it was more likely something the captain had said that had started the fight rather than his actions.
“he just,” steve sighed again, let his head tilt a little into the palm of your hand when you stroked your thumb over the skin beneath his eye. you wanted to kiss him, wanted to kiss every inch of his skin until he felt okay, until his anger ebbed and his smiles returned but your worry of peoples opinions still held you back, made you think twice as you started to press the bandaid over his cut. “he just kept talking about how hot you looked in this outfit and how he was gonna take you out tonight and-and how he wanted to see if you were as flexible naked as you were in this skirt. he just wouldn’t stop talking and looking and when i told him to stop staring at my girl he told me all your friends had said you were single and of course they did because, i mean, to them you are and then he went on and on about your legs and your ass and i don’t know i snapped because who the fuck does that?” he drew in a ragged breath, one that caught on a wince again when your thumb smoothed over the now in place bandaid, your lashes fluttering a little at the jealousy laced in steve’s tone. it was one you knew so well, one you used often whenever you heard girls talking about him.
he squeezed your thigh in an almost apologetic manner but you could still see the lingering anger in his eyes, the fire that hadn’t yet been put out. you hated that your friends had told the captain you were single (even if it was true in their eyes), hated that it had led to steve getting hurt. you let your fingers trace down the side of his face, pressed even closer to him. “i think the guys have figured us out, i know you weren’t ready to tell anyone and i’m sorry that my friends have probably found out because i can’t-”
steve’s words fell short abruptly because you’d moved forward and pressed your mouth directly over his, soft lips melting over his as you kissed him. you pressed your hand to his thigh for leverage, guided your lips over his for a few moments, ignoring the hushed whisper that settled over the people in the gym. you pulled away with a final kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“i don’t care that they know, i just wish you wouldn’t have gotten into a fight. you know no matter what he said i was never gonna go with him.” you nudged his nose, tried not to think about the sound of your name coming from the direction of your friends. “i’m yours steve, even if nobody knew it.”
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