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selya711-twiste · 1 year

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i'll take that, it's mine now

Rollo Flamme x reader You take his handkerchief from him.

ignoring my friend's request so that rollo would be my first post god bless. heads up that all my following works default to gender neutral y/n unless the request says otherwise. yuu is a shithead here btw. maybe some tsundere rollo is ok. is this called pining btw

It's the second day of your trip to the city of flowers. The events that transpired the previous day all feel like a fever dream. You try to recall a scene from the festival, but all of a sudden your memories blur in together with the flickering reds and yellows of those flowers that spread like wildfire. Like an actual fever, you feel like you're overheating from dwelling on these thoughts for too long.

"Are you still listening?" Rollo speaks up a little louder, getting you out of your haze. You nod your head in response, but he's already caught on to your attention being elsewhere. "As I was saying…" He pauses for a moment as your eyes return to him. You sincerely tried to avoid conversations with the other Night Raven students as much as possible until noon. All that effort would go to waste now if Rollo Flamme of all people were to notice.

He was the one behind everything, wasn't he?

You don't have any magic (which is why you assume he's interested in you at all) so there must be some other way to get back at him. A small act done out of spite, something you can do... something to get on his nerves...

Rollo has yet to notice the shift in your expression when he brings out his handkerchief. Your eyes sparkle at the familiar purple cloth adorned with golden celestial shapes. Right before he could carry on with whatever he was talking about to you, your hand darts out and snatches it from him. It didn't even have the chance to touch his lips yet but now you have his handkerchief in your clutches. "I… What?" Rollo stares at you completely dumbfounded, at the sheer audacity-

You send him off with the most mischievous smile you could muster and turn around to flee. The image of his deer-in-the-headlights expression completely burns itself into your mind. You must admit you did this completely on impulse because now you have to deal with the prospect of returning it. Who knows what he could do to you over a handkerchief considering he set the city on fire.

You debate with yourself whether you should turn around or not to check if he's after you. As soon as you do, he's still standing there shocked at what you just did. His hand hasn't even moved from its original position. Your laugh echoes down the hallway as you continue to get away and your heart races with excitement. It's not long before you finally reunite with your schoolmates who ask you where you've been. The handkerchief is tucked neatly into your pocket. You reply innocently that Rollo talked with you for a moment while you were sweating bullets.

You spend the afternoon with your schoolmates and explore what the City of Flowers has to offer past the festival. The whole time, however, you feel holes being bored into your back.

"Hey, you good?" Your good friend Deuce places a hand on your shoulder. Fortunately, his voice was a bit hushed, so you don't have to worry about everyone else worrying over you. You reply as soon as you could but you don't let him know why you were distracted in the first place. Rollo is standing there at the other end of the street with other Noble Bell College students, his sharp gaze locked on yours. A million thoughts race through your head about how this encounter would go. Maybe Rollo will walk over towards you with your friends to ask for his handkerchief back, but that means facing everyone who confronted him the previous night.

Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself when Rollo takes a step forward after excusing himself from his companions. Fortunately, Grim tugs on your pants with his little paw to get you going. Your friends are already leaving to go to another area. Once again, he watches you go with his beloved fabric in your pocket.

Would the others notice that he hasn't brought out his handkerchief since lunch yet?

Just to rub some salt in the wound, you face him one last time to stick your tongue out.

He glares at you like his vein could burst at any moment.

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You spent much of your afternoon revisiting shopkeepers you met yesterday and finding new stalls that you missed during the festival. Professor Trein passed by at some point to check on your group and was glad to see everyone immersed in the city's culture. You have completely forgotten about the "souvenir" in your pocket. Hours pass until the familiar chime of the Bell of Salvation rings throughout the city.

The sun has already set. The orange-red hue of the sky is gone and drifting into a softer lavender. It won't be long before it's completely dark. It's about to be dinner soon and you have already returned to Noble Bell's campus. The others tell you not to get lost when you slink out of the group to find a restroom.

That soft light seeps through the windows of the hallway. It's exactly at this moment that you remember the item in your pocket as this was where you and Rollo left off earlier. All the other students are clamoring in the main hall and you can hear it from where you're standing.

If it was possible, maybe he could forget about what you did to him today. It's soft in your hand as you take it out and lean against the stone wall.

You've grown accustomed to being seen as beneath all of your peers because of your inability to cast magic. You were mocked and cast aside here and there, and it was only a few months into the academic year when Grim would start defending you.

Rollo was the first one to express concern over your predicament. You remember vividly how you two first met, down to the way the palm of his hand felt when he shook yours... but the chaos that followed not long after ruins the memory a little.

A mage that scorned other mages over the use of magic was definitely new, and you're going to have to add this to your long list of experiences in this world you weren't born in. Compared to the others you have spent most of the academic year with up until this point, you only just met Rollo when everything went downhill in a day. You're curious about the warmth and coldness in your heart happening simultaneously as you thought deeply about him.

Maybe at another time, the crimson flowers never bloomed and the party would have gone on like normal. You two could have gotten to know each other better otherwise and shared a much more comfortable dance. The novelty of having someone new in your life whether he was a friend or foe will wear off soon enough, and maybe none of this would ever be spoken about again...

...Yet when you think about the possibility that you two almost never met, something in you stills. You absent-mindedly press the handkerchief to your lips the same way he would as a way to comfort yourself. Sure, he hurt your friends, but it's not like your friends haven't been constantly at each other's throats either. This isn't exactly new to you and there's even something funny about the absurdity of it all. Maybe you really have gone mad.

You tap into your inner middle schooler with a crush and hope you could keep this forever after that indirect kiss warmed you up a bit, but you're careless.

"You really thought you could escape me?" A mocking voice gets you out of your head as a strong presence stands right in front of you.

A choked noise comes out of your throat and you immediately pull your hands away from your mouth, desperately hoping he didn't see what you were doing just now. Your eyes have nowhere to go but toward his gaze, and it feels like you just dug your grave deeper. When did he get here? You ask yourself that as if you weren't yearning to see him again just now.

Even if you wanted to say anything, let alone his name, it doesn't seem like coherence is an option.

"Now hand it over. You shouldn't be stealing what doesn't belong to you." Did he really need to be this close? You clutch the handkerchief a bit more strongly and he catches onto your knuckles turning white from the force you're gripping it with.

It feels like the fever you woke up with was returning, along with all the sirens blaring in your head to actually move already. You still have a chance to run and keep this game going for longer, but you can't help but succumb to him. Being in front of Rollo like this combined with the silhouette his uniform gives him makes you feel so small.

"Give."

That was definitely a command, and his voice was firm. But when you look at him, he doesn't seem too mad at you, his grimace from this afternoon aside. Your heart skips a beat from how focused he is on you, but a part of you reasons that he merely wants his personal belonging back. You don't break eye contact with him even as he places a hand out in front of you, waiting for his handkerchief to be placed on it.

Instead of doing what he wants, you scoff and unfold it right in front of him. You haven't lost yet. There's still something you can do, and you have to do it fast before someone walks in on you two. You steel your nerves and finally speak.

"Why should I? I want to keep it as a memento of my time here."

Before he could retort, you wrap it around his neck and pull him closer to you. Rollo looks at you with his mouth agape. Once again, you have him absolutely mesmerized (or appalled) with your boldness. You're starting to become obsessed with getting on his nerves. It's fortunate that he didn't see what you were doing with his handkerchief because now you're intent on giving him the real thing.

You don't know how much he's thought of you today since yesterday, and this is the closest he's gotten to you the way he's always wanted, more than when you two waltzed together.

It's as though you're leaning in for a kiss, but Rollo is too staggered to respond to that like it was one. He hasn't moved at all.

I want to keep you in my pocket next, you don't say out loud, but he could feel the possessiveness in your actions all the same.

Your lips barely brush against his when you immediately pull away instead of what you initially planned to do. The last thing he sees is your light-hearted grin when you pull his hat down and shove it to his face. A perfect distraction for you to slink away. Rollo finally stands back and gasps at what just happened while you're already escaping once again. He hurriedly fixes himself and pulls the loose handkerchief away from his neck. You can see in the low light that the tip of his ears has become a shade of pink along with his cheeks, even if he was peeved.

"See you during dinner, Rollo!" You wave and turn to walk away from the man who was still standing there absolutely flabbergasted.

He'll certainly have a lot to say the next time you two find each other alone. Maybe when that happens, you'll actually kiss him.

Rollo is looking forward to that as well, though hopefully, you're not going to forget that your action today warrants punishment...

#rollo flamme x reader #rollo flamm x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #rollo flamme #rollo flamm #microsoft word #title is from baldis basics bye #i havent finished reading the event past malleus getting angry so if i made a mistake... i didnt write this #y/n realizes they ran in the opposite direction so now they have to find a restroom somewhere else

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ikeromantic · 4 months

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Hiii omg congratulations on 1k subscribers!!!! 🥳 It's been wonderful to see you reach such milestones over the years, has it really been three already? Ig time really flies when you're having fun 😉 For this one, could I please get Chevalier, Observatory and Gingerbread? Thanks a lot in advance, I'm sure it will be just as creative and incredible as every fic you've written so far! 🥰 I hope you're having a great holiday season, XOXO

It has been 3 years ^_^ Hard to believe really. Time flies when I'm having fun! Your kind words are one of the things that keeps me sharing here <3 So here we go, approx. 1400 words of a spicy and sweet Chevalier. IkePri New Years Event story

Chevalier followed his love up the winding stairs, a bemused smile on his lips. A ‘mysterious’ invitation had replaced his bookmark in one of his new novels, and this was the address listed. He wondered what his precious Belle had in mind. It better be worth all the stair climbing.

At the top, the entrance to the observatory swung open. The space, usually dedicated to the scientific study of stars, was now decorated with roses and candles. A small, round table sat to one side, with a bottle of wine and two glasses. The Belle stood beside it, an anxious smile on her face. “What is this?” Chev raised an eyebrow.

“Umm. Welcome, Prince Chevalier. This is - ah - a romantic dinner?” She shuffled from one foot to the other, far less confident of this presentation than her lovely dress would indicate. It was silk, and clung to her curves suggestively, hiding and showing all at once. The sort of dress a seductress might wear to lure in her prey.

He shut the door behind him and closed the distance between them. “You set this up?”

She nodded. “I . . . thought you might enjoy it? It’s really pretty up here, with the view. And we can use the telescope! I - I got one of the scholars to show me?”

“Why?”

The Belle looked down and took a deep breath. When she looked up again, her eyes held that flame of defiance that Chevalier found so alluring. “I wanted to celebrate our time together. And to show you what romance looks like in real life. It can be really nice.”

Chevalier snorted. Though his expression was cool, he felt a sudden tightness in his throat. He could not think of a single time someone had done something like this for him. There were only official celebrations, mandated by tradition, put together by servants, and attended by the ambitious. This was none of those things. He avoided replying by looking around.

“I made the bouquets just for us. See, apple blossoms and red carnations to tell you how much I like you and how my heart aches when we aren’t together. And baby’s breath with red roses to say our love will last, and -”

“I know what flowers mean.” He interrupted her to stop her from saying aloud all the things he could read himself in the careful arrangements. When she spoke those words, it made his heart beat faster, his breath shorter. Feelings that he eschewed. Storybook reactions that were inappropriate for a prince.

The Belle nodded mutely. She walked over to look out at the night sky. The moon hung above them, full and bright, its cold light distant and beautiful. Nothing like the close, warm affection she carried.

Chevalier followed, unable to let her away from him, even if it would be best for them both. He knew what this emotion growing in him was, with its hooks deep in his heart and mind. It was too late to let her go. Far too late. He grasped her hand and pulled her to him.

She gave a gasp of surprise, her eyes wide. “My Prince?”

“I did not say that I do not like it.”

“So . . . you do?” Her lips curved up in a small, satisfied smile.

Chevalier brushed a lock of hair from her face, the gesture awkward and a little brusque. Gentle touches were outside his experience, yet with her, he wanted to be gentle. To coax a smile from her that was just for him. “Silly fool.”

There was high color in her cheeks and a heat in her gaze. Chev smiled. “What else did you plan for us?”

“I -” She cleared her throat. “I thought we’d have some wine and th-then look at the stars.”

He gestured to the table. “Then pour.”

“Right.” She reluctantly let go of him and hurried to the table.

Chevalier enjoyed watching her as she moved about in this dress. It was revealing in the most interesting ways. Hugging the curve of her backside, clinging to the side of her breast and hip. It made him want to tear it off of her to reveal her beauty in full instead of these teasing glimpses.

The Belle returned a moment later with two cups of deep red wine. “This is a malbec. The sommelier said it was a good choice, since I’m not sure what you like.” She handed him his glass.

“Try it.” He watched her eyes widen at his order. And it was an order, spoken in his crips, chill tone.

“Ok. I thought you might taste it first but . . . just so you know, I don’t know much about wine. Sariel says I don’t have a good nose for it because I didn’t -”

Chevalier interrupted sharply. “Stop delaying.”

She gave a self-conscious laugh. “Yeah, alright. Sorry.” Then she lifted the cup to her lips and took a small sip. Her eyebrows lifted and her lips curved in pleasant surprise. “Oh! That’s really good! I was afraid it might be bitter but it’s sweet!”

“Let me see.” He took his glass and held it to her lips.

“Y-you want me to drink from your cup?”

“Don’t ask foolish questions.” He tilted it a bit so that the dark red liquid nearly touched her.

The Belle understood, though there was a hint of confusion in her gaze. Still, her lips parted and a trickle of wine poured over them, leaving a bead of moisture at the corner of her mouth. Then he set the cup aside.

Chevalier leaned close, and took her chin in his hand. Then he licked the wine from her lips. She was right, of course. It was sweet, but not nearly as sweet as she was. He pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue into the heat of her mouth. It was not the sweet kiss of a kind lover, nor the passionate skill of a lothario, but it was the kiss of a brutal beast that hungered for her honeyed warmth.

The Belle clung to him, kissing him back with as much inexperienced desire. Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt as if she would hold him in place.

His hand slid down her side, tracing the line of her breast, her waist. Calloused palms rasped against the delicate fabric, catching. It would take only a small effort to tear, he thought. To take. But he wanted her to give.

Her breath caught as his hand caressed her lower still. Sliding over the cloth that draped her hips, her thigh. The glass of wine slipped from her fingers, and shattered on the ground. She gasped, and he breathed her in. “Prince . . .” Her murmur was lost against his thirsting lips.

Chevalier didn’t care about the broken goblet. He lifted her up, pressed her back against the thick glass wall of the observatory. His mouth moved from her lips to her throat, where her pulse raced against the velvet of his tongue. Down to her shoulders, nipping the line of her collarbone.

She arched into his touch, her legs wrapped around his hips, dress riding up her thighs to reveal her satin skin beneath. His hands explored this revealed territory, claiming it with every rough caress.

“Was this what you imagined,” he asked with a teasing smirk.

“I . . .”

He laughed, a low, hoarse sound that sent a shiver up her spine. “Fated.” He nipped her throat. “That is where you got this idea.”

“Y-you knew?” Her breath was ragged, her voice trembling.

“From the moment I got your invitation. You created the scene where the emperor finds his stars align with the maid.”

The Belle nodded. “Sh-she left him a message in flowers.”

Chevalier’s smile grew. “And when he summoned her, the scene ends with them making love under those same stars.”

Her cheeks were hot, the flush of desire all the way down her neck and up to the tips of her ears. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. Chev knew what she wanted. He wanted her as well. All of her. The woman that loved him. The woman he had come to love, in defiance of all wisdom.

“Let us see if reality is better than fiction, then.” His smile was that of a predator about to devour his prey. An appetite that could never truly be sated, a desire that would never fade.

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ranveer--singh · 1 year

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 10 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

"Happy Anniversary babe," he typed and Maddy heard her phone beep and saw Ari's message which confused her.

"What anniversary jaan," she typed, looking through her calendar to see if she missed any important dates.

"Babe how could you forget our two month anniversary," Ari typed feeling a little sad. Maddy covered her mouth and whispered "aga bai" to herself.

"I'm sorry jaan, it completely slipped my mind," she said, tears trickling down her face. She cursed, looking at her phone waiting for Ari to reply. There were 1000 things going through her mind, was Ari going to dump her for forgetting, was he going to be mad at her, was he going to slap her, all the thoughts got her body shivering.

"Jaan, I am so sorry for forgetting, can I make it up to you tonight. Let's go for a date," Maddy said, praying Ari would say yes. She grabbed her water bottle and downed the water, trying to slow down her heart beat.

Ari smiled wryly as he could already picture her reactions. One thing Ari had picked up on was that she was extremely anxious. It didn't take her much to get worked up. He sensed that she needed a lot of reassurances to ease her mind when she got like this. So he called her, instead of letting her spiral over text.

So he called her. "Yes baby, that sounds great."

"Ari I'm so so sorry," he heard her breathe a heavy sigh of relief and still her voice came out wobbly as if she was about to cry. His heart lurched at that. "Hey," he deliberately dropped his voice by an octave, "no harm done my billo raani, okay? Just tell me where you are and I'll come pick you up."

"Really?"

"Yes billo."

"And where will we go?"

"I'll figure out something. It'll be an impromptu date. Didn't you tell me once that you love surprises?"

"Mm okay," she sniffled and continued, "where did you learn that word?"

"What word?"

"What you've been calling me today"

"I don't know what you mean," he whistled.

"Ariiii," she whisper-yelled and Ari smiled as he could picture her blushing. "You know I can't, I'm with my patient, it's not professional," she chided him.

"Oh what a shame, then I'll not even get my flying kiss," he teased her some more.

"Shhh chup kar pagal, the real thing is much better anyway. Okay bye, I'll see you later," she said as she rushed to hang up.

"Bye billo," he sing songed and hung up.

1 hour later Ari honks his car, stepping out and leaning against the door waiting for Maddy to come down from her apartment. It was a warm night in Mumbai and Ari wore a loose fitting white shirt and brown trousers and some sandals waiting for her.

Ari could hear her running down the stairs as her jhanjhars made bell sounds. He had to control the feelings he was getting, and enjoy the time with her. Maddy arrived in front of Ari, wearing a purple and red dress and Ari's denim jacket he had let her borrow a few weeks ago.

"Hey gorgeous," Ari said, moving his body off the car, moving towards her. He wrapped his arms around her, making Maddy blushed. She couldn't help but inhale his musky scent as Ari leaned across to kiss her lips gently. He stopped, moving back to see her face blush red, Ari smiled looking at Maddy shy away from him.

He reached out once again and casually tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and without meaning to, she sucked in a breath and leaned into his touch. Their lips met once again, kissing with such intensity, Maddy felt the tingling sensation run from her head all the way down to her feet.

"Let's go before it gets too dark," Ari said, getting his car key fob out and unlocking the door. He opened the door, letting Maddy slip into the passenger seat. Ari made sure she was ok before shutting the door and running to the driver seat.

"Where are we going," Maddy asked,trying to get answers from Ari.

"Just you wait," he said softly, brushing his free hand over her knee. Maddy just smiled, trying not to overthink. She trusted Ari with all her heart so decided to put the radio on and drown out her thoughts. Old 90s bollywood music played putting her in the right mood.

They arrived 35 minutes later at Marine drive, Ari parked his car, getting out and opening the door for Maddy.

"Surprise," Ari said, making Maddy grin, looking at the beautiful ocean. "Let's go get some corn on the cob and some drinks and sit here, talk and enjoy the view," Ari said looking at Maddy. She linked his fingers with his, letting him lead the way to the street vendor.

Grabbing their masala covered corn on the cob and soft drinks, they walked 5 minutes away to find a lovely quiet spot to sit. Both of them sat on the rocks, looking at the ocean, while eating.

"How was work," Ari asked, knowing sometimes Maddy would work on Saturday's.

"It was busy, and I had back to back patients. The last patient kept getting disturbed by his wife asking to help her with things. So I have rescheduled the appointment for Monday afternoon at his house," Maddy said, sipping her drink. Ari nodded his head, just listening to Maddy talk about the presentation she has to give Monday at 9am.

He listened to her talk with such enthusiasm and made Ari feel proud of his girlfriend.

"Ari, how did the class do on the test," Maddy asked, knowing Ari made the written test hard.

"Surprisingly good babe, I marked them all and everyone passed. Only two students got full marks," Ari said, taking a bite of the corn on the cob.

"You are a great teacher, of course everyone passed," Maddy said, finished with her food and moved closer to Ari. She sat on his lap, her head resting on his chest, Maddy's hand on his just watching the stars reflect onto the water. Ari wrapped his arm around Maddy, pulling her closer to him. Only thing that was heard was the waves crashing. They were in utter bliss, nothing could ruin it.

It was getting late, they discarded their rubbish into the bins, holding hands as they walked back to the car. Maddy's heart was beating fast, she was feeling things for Ari she never felt before. She wanted to do more than just kiss him, but was scared because Ari would be her first time, as Maddy was a virgin.

The car journey back was quiet, Ari's hand was on her knee stopping it from shaking while romantic music played on the radio. Maddy bit her lip, looking at Ari with such love that her pussy got wetter. She opened the window to get some fresh air, putting her hand out enjoying the breeze touching her face.

Finally they arrived at her apartment, Ari parked the car, turning around to look at Maddy. He couldn't help but feel things for her, he wanted to grab Maddy and give her a spectacular kiss. Maddy opened the door slowly, stepping out, hearing Ari unbuckle his seat belt and ran to the other side helping Maddy out.

"I had a lovely time tonight Ari," she said softly, looking at him, fluttering her eyelids.

"So did I babe," Ari said leaning across to place his lips on hers for a heart shattering kiss. Maddy couldn't breath, it was like he sucked the air out from the kiss. Ari pulled away, looking at her with such intensity, taking in how beautiful she looked.

"Do you know that I saw a couple behind the rocks having sex," he said winking at her.

"Ew Ari, no way. I don't want my first time ever to be on the rocks," she said, shying away from his gaze.

"Say that again," Ari said, trying to lock eyes with her.

"I am a virgin Ari, never had sex," she said toying with her hair making Ari bite his lips. How can the simplest thing like playing with her hair turn him on? Ari moved towards her, lifting her head up with her chin and moving her face so he could face her.

"Hi," he said softly, smiling at her, seeing her cheeks become flushed.

"Ari, stop looking at me like that," she said, hiding her face in his chest. Ari chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head.

"You're so cute when you get all shy with me," Ari said softly, lifting her head up and kissing her nose. "I want your first time to be special, Maddy. How about we have dinner tomorrow at my place and I will take my time loving you," Ari said, making her shudder at his words. Her face turned bright red, she liked the idea but was also scared. What if Ari hurt her, and used her as his rag doll?

Ari watched Maddy move out of his embrace, opening her handbag and fishing for her keys. She wanted to disappear, hide from him; 1000 things were running through her mind. Was he going to dump her after she told him about being a virgin? Was he going to tell Andy and his other professor friends?

Maddy started walking to her front door, opening the door and closing it. She rested her back on the door, sighing; she had a massive smile. Did she strike gold with Ari? He was such a gentleman. Thinking about making love to him made Maddy's legs turn to jelly.

There was a knock on the door, this made her jump. She opened the door to see Ari standing there looking at her.

"Babe, you can't go running away from me," Ari said, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her towards him.

"Ari stahp," she says, giggling as he smothers her with kisses, his beard scratching her face. Ari left a few marks on her neck, making Maddy moan, but then she pulled on his hair to see his face.

"Babe, I yearn for you," he says, biting her lip and thinking about having his way with her.

"Ari, I don't know, I'm shy about all this," she said, looking away at him. Ari found her shy and very endearing and wanted to protect her.

"What's bothering you, sweetheart," Ari said, caressing her flustered cheek with the back of his hand.

"I'm scared you will tear me," she said, hiding her face in her hands. Ari looked at her and felt sorry.

"Sweetheart, trust me when we finish making love, you will be satisfied for days," he says, moving her hands away from her face. "We don't have to do anything you are not comfortable with. I am here with you for the long haul," Ari said softly, looking at Maddy sniff, nodding her head with a small smile across her face.

Ari didn't want to pressure her; he wanted to wait till she was ready. He leaned across, kissing her forehead, giving her a warm embrace before heading to the car.

"Text me when you get home," Maddy shouted, and Ari yelled, of course, babe and sat in the car and drove off.

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fumikomiyasaki · 3 months

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😍➡ to flirt boldly

With Auburn and mayhaps Lennox (or Carol... or maybe both 🤭)

✋🏻➡ to give a kiss on the back of the hand

With Daniel and Inessa! 🤭

Love is in the air

Valentines wasn't that important to Carol in the past really but... on that day things felt different... Lennox and Auburn chatted with her before class the three of the making plans to meet up doing something together for the day and she with that in mind could not wait to finish up her lessons to see them. Eventually as the bell rang she gathered her books in her bag... just to see Auburn already waiting for her in front of the classroom to pick her up. She gave him a light stare with blush before putting the last book in and fling it over her shoulder.

"A little nervous?"

"Why should I be? I am moreso happy we make this trip together."

He chuckled putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You seen Lennox in his Merform once but for me its a first you see me like this... "

"I am kinda curious for sure but... I know it won't change anything for me."

"Oh? Says the girl who sweats just when she sees either of us shirtless."

"D-do you have to tease me like this?"

He leaned closer cornering her slightly to the wall, she put her hand to her heart, it beating faster and faster.

"Your face is just to precious that red.. makes me want to see more reactions and how much it changes with what I say to you..."

"S-save it for later, when the three of us are alone, alright?"

She put her hands on his shoulder avoiding her eyes given she felt like her thoughts ran into a bad direction... yet her reaction was enough to amuse him as he took her hand.

"Then lets leave... we still need to pick up Lennox."

The two of them arrived at HSA as Lennox greeted them both with a toothy grin putting his arms around them both for a hug before he said his goodbyes to his dorm mates... the three chatted along on their way to the beach as Carol started fumbling with her fingers, Lennox spoke up.

"Something on your mind?"

"Nothing bad... I just... somewhat it feels exciting to finally have a date on this day and not spend it alone reading romance books in my room."

"I am sure we can make it fun for you."

Auburn had a light smirk at Lennox.

"Given you shrunk down to hold hands with me, I wonder do you just shrink as a whole or-"

"Oh? Curious about it?"

Carol grew red listening to the conversation before squeezing Lennox hand.

"Guys please... maybe we can discuss this another time?"

"You really are cute that red, Carol. Ripe as a red apple moreso."

Arriving at the beach she finally took a breather the beach was not populated at all given it was not an official one for vacation but moreso a secret bay Lennox found on his usual water trips... which also meant for her to build up the tent she brought with her, the blanket layed on the sand and she was happy she wore the bikini already under her clothes given there was no real place to change into clothes... it annoyed her a bit the two managed to get her that weak already so she prepared for her comeback as she noticed the two of them already dived into the water and changed into their forms as she was done with everything.

With a smile she dived to them into the water swimming between them. She looked to Auburn who himself seemed a bit curious.

"I think... you look as handsome as you usually are... those eyes are piercing." Her hand rested on his chest leaning close... going for the initiative for a kiss holding onto him for a little as Lennox plopped out the water behind her holding his hands around her.

"You are really pretty as well... this apple bikini suits you well."

"You picked it on purpose that daring right?"

"Daring? Far from it, it was just pretty to me but.... I am happy it got a stare out of you two."

"Could I interest you in a Shell one I made myself?"

Lennox proposal got Carol a little red but she nodded hesitantly.

"Maybe I'll model for you two... well... if you wanna see it on me I can try to wear it at least..."

She smiled a little cheeky trying to overplay her emberassment as Lennox spoke up.

"So how about I get a kiss as well from you two... I had to endure the whole week without them..."

A light chuckle escaped from Carol who seemed a little bit more confident and less emberassed winking at him.

"Not a problem I want to give you two as much love as I can during today... after all today is the perfect day for it, right?"

The three of them let themselves go... thanks to Lennox magic even an underwater kiss was possible for Carol... it felt almost like something she would have read about in her books and swooned about later being with the two.. Lennox wrapping around her while Auburn held her face softly...the two of them locking fingers with another as they kissed after she got hers... All alone at their secret bay... till the sun set and they could watch it together.

Given she had some break from her student council duties she used that free time to do what she loved... go ice skating... Dragiselle wouldn't need help on Valentines and she herself didn't care about any advances from others... at least so she thought... arriving at the ice rink and getting ready for some skating she spied one person on the ice that caught her attention right away... how he moved... it was gracefull yet fierce... she couldn't help but be amazed at how he skated around.

She needed to see it more close up... and so with her shoes on she took a chance as well to keep up with him... this pretty black hair... those eyes... it drew her in but... she was also in denial... this whole time over all these years she was devoted and dedicated to Dragiselle... why would a stranger get her interest that quickly.

Eventually as she took a spin and showed off what she could do as well he offered his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

"If you can keep up, then yes."

She tried to play it cool, her cold hands were the first challenge if he can hold them but it seemed more of an ease to him... as the two dared a dance on the ice together and before it ended she got caught off guard by a kiss on her hand.

"Wha- hey d-don't do that out of knowhere!!"

A light pout appeared on her face as she looked back at him.

"You hands seemed like they need a bit of warming."

"They are usually like this! But um... could you tell me your name? You do have talent and I need to know who to watch out for."

"Thanks for the compliment but wouldn't it be more fun to share the ice as partners? How about you share your name first, Ice lady?"

"Its not ice lady its Inessa... and to be my partner on ice it takes far more than that."

She didn't want to admit it... she was in denial about this... why did she actually feel somewhat nervous... this light beat in her heart as he spoke up and offered his hand.

"Daniel, nice to meet you."

"So your an NRC student? I gathered from that pin."

"Say Ice lad- I mean Inessa... how about the food is on me and you tell me some of your tricks you had there as well? You seem curious enough about me."

"I am not! I.... just scout out the competion as said. But.... I wouldn't mind a cold smoothie."

And so she tagged along with him for the day... figuring out why was she feeling about him this way... how he was doing some of those things but... at least it was a break for her.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #carol ann #lennox riverway #Carol x Lennox x auburn #inessa winter #inessa x daniel

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 2 years

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@blupjeansweek day 2: clown

Thursdays at the antique shop mean a couple things; strictly speaking, the shop isn’t open so Barry can do intake of everything that people have dropped off during the previous week. Truthfully though, most of that requires sifting through the garbage people think would work well in an antique shop. There’s some good stuff, he can’t lie, but there are only so many commemorative Hercules plates from McDonald’s that he can sell, you know?

Tedious as the work is, it’s nice to have a midweek break, especially before the weekend where he’s guaranteed to have a veritable deluge of customers and browsers alike.

Several hours of mildewy, dust-filled boxes later and Barry’s nearly done. Everything stickered and reorganized and Barry’s already thinking about the large stack of still unread books on his coffee table at home; tonight he might start on a fun classic, if those words aren’t mutually exclusive, that is.

Three short raps on the front door interrupt Barry’s grand scheming for the rest of his evening. He suppresses an eyeroll as he makes his way through his self-made labyrinth. Thursdays also mean people will essentially ding-dong-ditch boxes of their family junk outside the door. Which only means he’s bound to be at the shop for hours and hours longer than he plans. Waiting for him on the doorstep is a plain brown box. It looks to be no bigger than the size of a shoebox. The only note on the box is a hastily scrawled label indicating that the contents are fragile. He peeks around just in case the previous owner of the box is there. No such luck. Judging by the ease with which he lifts the box, there can’t be too many items inside. He just might get to tackle Dracula tonight after all.

Barry’s no stranger to…peculiar items. People give weird shit to antique shops all the time. He was once given a box of human hair. Another time someone dropped off their mom’s long dead stuffed cat. He’s dealt with a lot. But the contents of this newest box are puzzling, to say the least. Upon first inspection, it’s just a porcelain clown doll; seems to be a harlequin style dressed in reds and golds. There’s a faded tag attached to it that says “Item one of two of set.” Odd, but not outrageous. As far as clown dolls go, this one is finely crafted. The face is hand-painted with soft and sad features, delicate embroidery weaves over the smooth satin clothes, and the tips of her hat even have little bells.

Barry does a quick appraisal, gives her an appropriate price tag, and places her on a shelf near other dolls he’s got for sale.

He then goes about his closing duties, locking the back door and wedging an old dresser in front of it because the lock is more decorative than functional at this point and he frankly cannot be bothered to replace it. Quick wipe down of all the large furniture pieces, rearranging the little bowls of knickknacks at the register, putting the new clown doll back with the other dolls, and he’s nearly done.

Wait.

He stops and stares at the doll. She almost looks like she’s smirking. He must be losing his mind, he decides. That’s the only explanation. No time to dwell on that. Besides, if he leaves now, he can grab some takeout on the way home.

Barry has to be hallucinating. Maybe he ate some unwashed lettuce or something. Because that is the only explanation as to why that goddamn clown doll is sitting sentinel at the register when he walks in on Friday. He shakes his head and returns the doll to the shelf of all the other dolls. The Raggedy Andy almost looks sorry for him. He has half a mind to put her back in her box to collect dust but that feels cruel. Instead, he sends her a stern look, feels ridiculous for doing that, and sets himself about doing opening tasks.

Barry really and truly thinks he is fully losing it. Like “I-must-spend-the-summer-by-the-sea-for-my-health” losing it. Because that’s the only explanation as to why this godforsaken clown doll is back by the register when he emerges from the back of the store.

He stomps over to the counter and crouches so he’s eye level with the doll. “I’m a grown man and I’m talking to a doll. This is what this has come to, huh? You are impossible and I for one cannot wait until some poor bastard comes in here and buys you so you can be someone else’s problem.” He shoots her a look and goes to open the door.

“Well, mister, that’s not a very nice way to talk to a lady, now is it?” A voice behind him says, a few bells jingling as she sasses him.

Barry turns in horror to see who he can only describe as the life-sized version of the doll sitting on the counter, idly swinging her legs.

He goes down like a sack of bricks.

Barry’s dead, he thinks. Dead or dying and the lack of oxygen going to his brain is causing this end-of-life horror show. His eyes are still screwed shut because he frankly doesn’t want whatever “gift” his subconscious is giving him in his last moments, especially since this gift is tapping him on the forehead with an icy cold finger.

“Leave me here to die,” Barry moans, acutely aware of the fact that this fainting spell has undoubtedly done something to his back.

He hears a few bells jingle in annoyance before the voice begins again. “Not gonna do that. You’re not dead yet so up and at ‘em. Besides, I have several bones to pick with you.”

“Are any of them my spine?”

“You’re the one who decided to be dramatic and faint.”

Barry opens his eyes in protest and looks up at the woman squatting at his side, examining him like a worm. “I didn’t do it on purpose, you know.”

She hums noncommittally before standing up and beginning to wander around the shop. Barry scrambles to his feet as quickly as his complaining body allows. “So is it safe to say that this isn’t some kind of freaky vision I’m getting because the shop has some kind of carbon monoxide leak?”

“Nope, it’s all me.”

“Uh-huh. A-and who are you, exactly?”

She holds up a wooden turtle in front of her face, scrutinizing it a little. “You can call me Lup. That’s what I got called a long time ago. I like it.”

“Okay. Lup. Okay. Well, I’m Barry. Uh, next question, and don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you? Like are you the doll?” He gives her a wide berth and watches as she picks up and examines items as though she’s in the mood to make a purchase.

She huffs and rolls her eyes before motioning back to the counter. “Obviously I’m not actually the doll, Barry. She’s still hanging out on the counter.” And clear as day, the doll is slumped against the cash register. “I just live there.”

“You live in the doll,” Barry echoes numbly.

“Sure do!”

“Of course a goddamn haunted doll showed up on my doorstep. Love that for me. Absolutely great trajectory my life is on,” Barry tosses his hands up in the air and paces around.

“I dunno that calling me haunted is very polite, you know,” Lup says, suddenly back over by the doll.

“Jesus Christ, can you not do that?” Barry asks as he whirls around. This is a lot to deal with before 10 AM. He can’t tell if he hopes for customers to stay away or to start banging on the door. Truth be told though, he’s not quite sure how Lup would react to that.

“Not do what?” Lup’s voice is syrupy sweet and directly in Barry’s ear. He jumps at the sudden presence.

“That!” Barry jerks away from Lup and frowns. “Okay, fine. I won’t call you haunted. Just please, please stop…evaporating like that.”

She rolls her eyes before walking over to the counter and hopping on it, throwing her arms out. “Happy?” she snarks, pulling her legs up under her.

“Little bit,” Barry affirms. He pulls up a rocking chair and sits in front of the counter. “Now, I do have a few questions for you if you’re amenable to that.”

She nods and cringes as the bells on her hat jingle. “Yeah, sure. What’s eating at you?” She asks, removing her hat and setting it beside her.

“So, you say you don’t like being called a haunted doll. What exactly are you, then?”

“Mmm. Hard to say. I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. Always with her,” she motions towards the doll next to her. “Hard to say who came first, chicken or the egg. I like to think it was me, though.”

“Right. And uh, your tag says you’re part of a set?”

Her face falls and the makeup only serves to make her look truly like a sad clown. “Yeah. Me and my brother. Don’t know where he is though. It’s been at least….God, human time is so weird. Maybe ten years? Yeah. Ten years since I’ve seen him last. I’ve been trying to track him down but it’s real hard to do it by myself.”

“Well, I can help, maybe,” Barry blurts, his mouth moving faster than his brain. “I mean, he’s uh…also a doll? Right?”

She huffs out a little laugh. “Yes, we’re both functionally dolls if that makes following this line of logic easier for you.”

“Oh, I bet I could find him easy then.”

She brightens almost in spite of herself. “Really?”

“Sure! I mean, it’s probably gonna take some time but I know enough people in the industry that if I start putting feelers out now, I might be able to get you two back together by the holidays.” The look on Lup’s face seals it: Barry’s gotta find this doll. He grabs a piece of paper and scribbles a haphazard note letting customers know that regular hours will return in the next day or so. A hasty tape job and Barry returns to where Lup is sitting, the doll she lives in now sitting in her lap like a kind of security blanket.

“I’ll tell you something else, Barry, $35 is really underestimating my value.” She says, ripping the price tag off.

“Right. Well, there wasn’t a lot of information to go on. Sorry.” He sheepishly grabs his laptop from his bag and boots it up. “Now, let’s work on finding your brother.”

#blupjeans #blupjeans week #barry bluejeans #lup #lup taaco #reese writes #taz #taz balance #beep beep beep beep beep welcome to haunted doll watch #also im almost certain this is not an original idea of mine but i cannot find the post to credit it for the idea ahhh #blupjeansweek2022

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inardescere · 5 months

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"Kaeya-gege! Spark Knight Klee is here for a special delivery~!"

There are a few knocks on the door with a loud and clear voice. It is only after there is an answer that the little elf girl pushes the door inwards, coming in with a skip in her step and smiling widely. She tries to be serious for a moment, but at the same moment her eyes see Kaeya, she is smiling again and giving a small wave, her little pigtails waving with her tilting head. "I have a special letter for you!" Little gloved hands hold the big envelope out and she walks like that till he accepts it personally, looking satisfied once it is taken with a proud puff of her chest. Then, she gives a soft 'oh' before she clicks her shoes together and puts a hand to her chest to mimic what she has seen her other blond big brother does.

"My delivery is done now. I saw Kaeya-gege receive the letter, just as requested."

Once that was over, she broke into a short dash and jumped into the other's legs, arms wrapping around his hips and rubbing her face against his stomach. "Happy Birthday! Dodoco and I made your present together. It's in this box-" Klee reaches into her pocket and pulls out a box wrapped in a bright blue ribbon with a just as vibrant red wrapping paper with doodles of cute flowers made with crayons. Inside, he will find a cute little doll of a bird that has an uncanny resemblance to the outfit Kaeya wore on their Sumeru journey. "There's a letter too so don't forget to read it, okay?" She hops back a step once she's enjoyed her hug plenty, giving another wave with a smile and running to the door. "Bye-bye! See you again when you come back!"

And just like that, the child is gone like the unbound, spiritful wind of Mondstadt. There just lies the envelope with a short note.

~~~

When one walks into the tavern, there are yet to be too many visitors due to the early time of day. Only a few regulars who were off work early for the occasion, some who decided today was the best day to have a weather check and close up early for a drink. Some women in the corner simply wanted to enjoy their late afternoon with a cold drink and interesting chatter.

Amongst those people, the owner of the establishment stands behind the counter with a serious expression as he converses with Charles, their usual bartender, in hushed tones. Whenever a customer arrives anew or even when their already seated patrons ask for something, he will soften his expression to listen to their needs before going back to their conversation. It involves some pondering, and side glances as ruby eyes narrow in thought before he nods and decides on something important or another.

The bell at the door rings and Diluc feels a fluttering warmth as Kaeya walks in through the front door. His expression doesn't change much, but Diluc does loosen the tightly coiled posture and relaxes his shoulders as the man comes to take a seat at the counter, pushing the side bang insistently tickling his cheek behind his ear. "Welcome to Angel's Share. You're earlier than I expected." A petite golden piece dangles from his ear and shines as he tilts his head with a slight arch of his brow in question. The light shining in through the small windows shows that it was much earlier than the time Diluc had mentioned... but he is bending forward to pull a glass out from under the counter, placing it in between them.

"I've made a new drink." He would prefer to talk in the privacy of having the whole tavern to themselves after he closed up-- then, he could say anything without minding the crowd. The bottle mentioned before stays hidden in a bag far to the left and if Kaeya was giving it curious glances, Diluc is ignoring it for the sake of the surprise. "Here. Casis is the base flavor." The cocktail is slightly sour but plenty sweet, topped with sparkling wine to give it a clear layer to finish before it is pushed out for the other to take.

"Happy birthday." The words almost felt unfamiliar, too long passed since he said them aloud to anyone. Still, he is glad he can wish it genuinely now. // @frozenambiguity

#frozenambiguity #{v. 暁を守るため}#I had to include Klee-#that is not Luc's present www he is just waiting for timing HE REALLY SHOULD JUST GIVE IT BUT AHHH IT ENDED UP LIKE THIS

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incorrigibill · 1 year

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It all seems different now. Not smaller exactly, but contained in a way, like a lego set you have nearly completed. The number of parts is exactly the same (hopefully) as when you tore open the package and dumped them on the floor, but the way they fit together now takes up less space, at least in your head. In this case though, you have not been working to assemble it. Not consciously. You have been drifting in and out of this giant room, leaving pieces here and there, qui e li (quee a lee). You have felt frustrated at times, wondering if this giant mess in your mind would ever come together. You’ve wandered off countless times and somehow made it even messier.

And then you wandered again, slower this time, and without purpose. Alone. You lingered and circled and stared at things you knew you had seen weeks, if not months before. But still you stared. You never touched your phone. Not once. And magically, this day, it all came together, from on high, a place you would have never suspected and nearly missed.

But you didn’t. You didn’t miss it. You didn’t listen to that little voice in your head that was saying it wasn’t even ancient. That it was just a tourist attraction. That you had things to do. You have learned this about yourself, finally. The little voice, the one that criticizes and judges and urges onward at times, is not actually you. And it often is the thing keeping you from finding the answer you need.

I am sitting at Caffe Greco, on Via Condotti, near the Spanish Steps, which I see towering above me from my table on the street. But those are not actually the steps! The towering parts are the dual bell towers of the Trinità dei Monti, the Church of the Most Holy Trinity on the Mounts. But when you say the Spanish Steps, I bet most people think of the beautiful towers at the top of the steps. Or maybe it is just me.

I am the first to sit outside today and have the little street patio of Caffe Greco all to myself. It is the oldest bar in Rome, by which I mean a place for coffee, or a cafe. It opened in 1760 and its patrons have included dozens of noteworthy intellectuals and writers including Keats, Byron, Goethe, Schopenhauer, and especially Ibsen, my favorite of the “ancients.” But even Mann and Joyce and Twain were here. And it is not hard to see why. It is a beautiful cafe and exactly my color scheme too—red walls, red upholstery and just the right amount of dark wood accents throughout. And it is curious inside too. Little passages and nooks and some larger rooms too. Something for everyone.

I tried to find a place inside—it was a bit chilly outside—but today nothing seemed right to me. I’m grateful that I persisted in my search and wandered back outside. Sometimes in Rome, a mere ten minutes can seem to have a temperature change of nearly the same amount. And when I looked up towards the steps and saw the bright blue sky without a cloud to be seen, I put my piccolo piquadro bag down and gazed at the tips of the bell towers, which seemed almost ablaze in the sun.

When a waiter finally emerged from inside, I had already done my homework for my order. I pointed to my phone and the picture I had taken moments before and said “Come si chiama?” “Fagottino,” he said and then waited for me to respond. “Crema? Ricotta?” I asked. “Ricotta, si, un something something, raisin, caramel,” he said. Two kinds. I of course asked for un caffe and the something, something, raisin, caramel. He nodded and was off and I took out my blue book, the one that is nearly full now, and started scribbling, which is an accurate description of my handwriting on a cool morning.

When I crossed the Tiber earlier, I remembered this street. I remembered too seeing the huge Lego store and the Ferrari store further back. And much further back, near what I now call the Piazza Cavour—and then called the Supreme Court building—I happened by the French bistro that my friend Walid had pointed out my first or second week here some two months ago now. That I had not even seen it since then tells you much about human beings and their tendencies towards tighter and tighter rings, especially if you knew how close it actually is to the CEA center where I go several days a week. It all seemed so disconnected then and so vast. A clear idea of things seemed it might never emerge.

But it did, yesterday. I had planned to go to the Baths of Caracalla with Jason in the early afternoon, but when he cancelled to get some grading done, I thought I would enjoy wandering back there anyway. The last time I was there was over thirty years ago and I do recall being impressed then with the intricate tile work and the enormity of it all. If there is one thing you need to give the early Romans credit for, it is thinking big. But as I took the first few steps out of my apartment, I found myself veering towards the Piazza di Popolo and Via del Corso, and the idea of the baths seemed to just drift away. I do not know exactly what drives me at times, but I know it is not ruins or antiquity. It is something much more alive.

I love Via del Corso. It is such a modern experience in so many ways. So many shops. So many people wandering the streets. It reminds me of the Minnesota State Fair streets, packed with people, seemingly purposeless—out for a stroll and some window shopping. But after being in Pompei and the areas around the Forum, I wonder if it hasn’t always been this way. People always seem to be drawn to other people, and of course a little food and maybe a little something nice.

Via del Corso also draws a straight line from Piazza di Popolo all the way to the Victor Emmanuel Monument, also known as Altare della Patria (Altar of the Fatherland). It is impossible to miss from almost anywhere along the street. The enormity of it and the enormous winged equestrian sculptures flanking the ends soar over the city below. As I looked back over my shoulder toward the Piazza di Popolo and its central obeslisk, I was reminded of Jan’s Roman history class and his comments about the public spaces in ancient Rome and how they were often positioned to visually connect and align with other prestigious spaces and places to increase the status and prestige of the new monument. (And especially the new monument’s honoree). It was ever thus.

That feeling became much more pronounced when I decided traverse all of Via del Corso and to climb the stairs at the Victor Emmanuel. I had been by it before on the way to the Forum, and on the way home from the Colossium, and other times too. Yet I had never climbed the stairs. It had seemed kind of ridiculous then, vaguely like watching the Yankees on your phone while you are sitting in the stadium. That isn’t exactly right, I know, but it seemed like a cheap distraction then, a decidedly tourist thing to do. But I had nothing better to do, I had seen all this before I said to myself, and I did want to see what the Piazza di Popola looked like from way up there. So up I went.

And it was lovely. I decided to climb to the upper terrace level, above the sculpture of Victorious Victor on his high horse. It wasn’t much of a climb but I was surprised at my latent resistance to follow the excited crowds. So I did it anyway. Sometimes you just have to take total control of yourself. And that view was amazing too. The Piazza di Popolo obelisk is very faint from here, not nearly as visible as Victor from there, which says something I think, about “the people” versus “the one,” who always seems to be higher and more visible no matter what the circumstances nor the era.

I thought right then that this day, which earlier seemed the epitome of a broken play, with the misfire and the change of plans, and then the other change of plans—the randomness of it all combined with the unexpected—had suddenly become almost the pinnacle of the trip. The place where the pieces finally came together into a more coherent whole, all while doing nothing to force it. It reminded me of the article Abe Flexner once wrote about the usefulness of useless information. Sometimes, maybe most times, the real breakthroughs come when your mind is elsewhere and you are simply a creature in the world.

But even creatures will need to find an exit from the top of the Victor’s High Horse. In the post-Covid era, the idea of an exit as something different from a reverse entrance has taken firm hold. I tried to go back down the same stairs I ascended but was stopped and redirected. And then found another set and asked the police officer where the exit was—uscita? I must’ve said it just right because she launched into full blown high-speed Italian, gestures included, and all I could do was say “Si, Si, Si—grazie,” and move away, still confused but more like a local than a foreigner. I followed a stream of people into a small stairway, and then a passageway, and emerged back into the open air with what seemed the same scenic views. But they were not.

I walked up to the edge and looked out and immediately saw the Colosseum. And tracing a line back from there, went right over the Forum and all those places within that space that we had stopped and listened to Jan wax not exactly poetic, but perhaps emphatic, about anything and everything in that place. Suddenly, almost shockingly, all of Rome—my Rome—snapped into place. Piazza di Popola to Vittorio Emmanuel to the Colosseum to the Forum and even the Spanish Steps. I stepped back for a few minutes and then took it all in again. It is all of a piece now. Interconnected. Linked. I finally have a sense of what I’ve been walking through and around for nearly three months.

With the newfound enthusiasm of a model almost complete, I simply had to backtrack to the Pantheon and the Piazza Navonna on my way home and snap them into place too. They are very familiar pieces and I could almost put them on blind-folded, but I did it anyway and then went back to the Piazza di Popola just to make a full circle. Because my circle is almost complete too. I head home in less than two weeks and now I feel like I can carry all of this back with me. Finally.

(By the way, that pastry above, the fagottino—most delicious thing I’ve had in Rome.)

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endarkenmentalism · 2 months

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Title: Oh, How Very Ceremonious!

Description: Ring the bells and beat your chests, the young King of Thebes is to be wed! Today is a day of merriment regardless of what the tears streaming down his face say.

Note: I wrote this four years ago in an old depressive rut. Do with that what you will.

“You don’t have to love her now. You don’t have to love her tomorrow or the day after that.“

And so, he found himself at the entryway of the temple, countless eyes watching as his soon to be bride lit the room brighter with each step. The smell of burnt meat and fresh blood stuck to their clothing. Their hands a dull red.

“It’s your duty. You know you have to do this.”

A wish for the veil to be opaque went unanswered, and her wide grin shone through. Genuine, but shaky. Pentheus opened his mouth to speak something comforting to her, but closed it when her name couldn’t come to mind.

“And maybe one day, my little ouá-ouá, you will love her.”

He would at least take care of her.

She held out her hand as he led her into the chariot. Their hands met and a quiet laugh followed a little ‘Gods, were you that nervous?’ as it struggled to grab one another. The wind that blew against them pulled back and exposed her burning eyes below the white veil.

It was what had to be done. It was what mother wanted. What grandfather stressed was vital. It would all be for naught if he didn’t-

He whipped at the horses to begin their charge. The flames fluttered around them, lights turning orangey to red they closer they came before flickering and dying as they passed. They were waiting to welcome them both home. The horses came to a trot as Autonoe and Ino waved, gifts in hand. Pentheus couldn’t, wouldn’t look them in the eye. How could he explain that today, of all days, his heart was heavy. That his eyes burned and he wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. As she held the small boxes (pearls from Aunt Ino, arrows from Aunt Autonoe if he knew them well), he wondered where her family was. If they cared that she would likely never return home now that she was a wife. A mother soon. Pentheus held his stomach for a moment and gripped at the fat.

She peeked inside and made a soft gasp. He whipped the horses once more to take them to their home. The small clangs of pearl or gem or whatever secret was inside the box echoed and swallowed up the clops of their gait. With each step they clanged. With each clang they stopped drifting and landed squarely in the center of the road. Would he have received the same gifts? The same soft smiles and laughs? The same feeling of dread upon reaching the front of the palace.

His mother held out her hand with the kindest face she could, and gently so gently eased his wife off the chariot. Cadmus slapped his back with a laugh, his age never removing an ounce of strength and pushing him forward. ‘Are you already so charmed that you forgot how to drive, little ouá-ouá?’ He coughed and struggled to respond with anything more than ‘Grandfather, I’m not a boy any longer.’

No, once he lifted the veil he could consider that over.

Agave led her away. His, now their, aunts would arrive soon. They had to return home. Dress well in such long bright gowns with rubies and sapphires that maybe he could have worn in another life. Less gifts, more feasting that Cadmus no doubt went out to capture himself despite the insistence of those who wandered the house unsure if they had duties anymore than to stand and intimidate. His face, withered as it was, beamed and laughed. He talked in a voice that would bounce across the halls. It would be just them two. He had no uncles. No living male cousins. Any far distant family has their own kingdoms to rule. For a moment he wondered if he could join his mother and sister but he didn’t dare cause a commotion with Cadmus. Didn’t dare ruin this day any further.

Not when Harmonia had holed herself in her room and refused to come out.

And so they sat down together, his grandfathers presence suffocating him more with each laugh and question. Is she pretty? He hasn’t seen her face yet. When do you plan on giving your mother grandchildren? Soon. Tonight. The truth is he doesn’t want to think about it. He tells Cadmus that is between spouses and it would be rude to indulge. Cadmus is pleased. Pentheus wants to cry as the table empties and time runs out. Are you feeling well? He’s fine, grandfather. Nervous. He’s young. His wife is a stranger but he’ll love her with time. It’s what his Grandmother had said.

She was wise. She was here long before their house was only a field. She’ll be here long after Cadmus, long after himself. She knew what was best. If only she’d come out and bless them.

He tore smaller and smaller pieces of bread from his hand. Swallowing endless amounts of wine in hopes he could bury tonight. At least tonight. But his wife had appeared behind him with the toll of the bell, and cocked her head as if finally she was able to accept this union. Accept her place as a queen and part of their house despite her fears. Despite her own reluctance. He was a coward. Still he led her to his, no, their room. She wrung her hands and swayed.

He lifted the veil and hoped the day he did love her would come soon.

#oc #original writing #loosely based off the Bacchae and a personal interpretation of it #no beta it’s old as fuck but I liked when I reread it while writing something else #so here it is.

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@nosebleedclub // oct 2+3: fall schedule + losing team

On Tuesdays, we meet at the local diner for breakfast at 6 am, way before the first bell rings at school.

Most mornings, I order pancakes and drench them in syrup, guzzle down lukewarm black coffee from the pot the waitress knows by now to leave for us on the table. We pass it around and take turns pouring, clasp our hands tight around our mugs like a lifeline.

On this particular Tuesday morning, it's just me and Brenda in the whole diner and Brenda is giving me a dressing-down.

"Lou, you've got to get your shit together!" Brenda tells me.

"I know," I moan. It's only 4 weeks into the fall semester and I'm already failing math.

Unlike me, Brenda is the type who studies all the time, fully dedicated to going to Yale next fall. She'll probably be valedictorian of our class when we graduate next spring. As for me, I just want to pass and get it all over with.

I cut her some slack, knowing that her nagging me is all she has going for her these days, besides studying her ass off.

"What are you gonna be for Halloween?" I change the subject, having enough of Brenda's nagging for the moment.

Brenda sighs and twirls her spoon in her coffee. "It's too early to think about that. Halloween isn't for another couple weeks."

I gape at her lack of dedication to the most important holiday of the year. "Brenda! We have to have the best costumes in the whole school! We're seniors now, it's our last chance to show off. I was thinking we could do a group thing with Joel and Corvus and the others."

Brenda stares into her coffee cup for a minute, drenched in silence, before looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. "I can't focus on Halloween right now, I have more important things to think about. Can't you just pick my costume for me?" she pleads. "Especially if it's gonna be a group thing."

I grin at her, thousands of ideas running through my head. "Oh, this is gonna be so good! Just wait until you see what I come up with."

Brenda pales a little at my enthusiasm. "Wait! Don't make it too crazy, okay? My parents will kill me if it's too inappropriate."

I sit back in the booth and smirk. "Brenda, your parents won't even recognize you when I'm done with you."

Brenda grabs my wrists. "Lou, please! I'm serious. I'll get in big trouble if my tits are out or something!"

I shake her off. "Fine, fine, you're no fun." Brenda's face falls, so I grab her hands between mine. "I'm just kidding! You're the most fun, like, ever, especially when we study together, ooh it's so much fun, I love when you teach me derivatives, it's the most fun I've had in ages!"

Brenda rolls her eyes and pulls her hands from my grasp, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. "No need to lay it on so thick, Lou. I get it, okay? You didn't mean it."

Satisfied that I had successfully cheered her up, I returned to my pancakes, stuffing a huge bite in my mouth.

"You goin' to th' game on Fri'ay?" I ask around the bite of pancake in my mouth.

Brenda scoffs. "Not likely. I have to study for my history test on Monday. Besides, we always end up losing anyways."

"Aw, come on!" I pout. "It's good fun regardless." I lean over my plate of pancakes toward Brenda and drop my voice down to a whisper. "I nicked some vodka from my parents' liquor cabinet." I sit back and look at Brenda's shocked face. "Besides, Daniel will be there," I say at normal volume, smirking. Brenda colors, as expected.

"I--uhh, so what if Daniel is there!" Brenda exclaims loudly. Our waitress looks over at us, annoyed. I wave at her apologetically, mouthing sorry!

I roll my eyes. "Oh come on, Brenda! I know you like him. You keep staring at the back of his head during English. I have to take notes for once, just to keep you from failing!"

Although I complain about taking notes, English is my favorite class and I truly don't mind. But no one can know that. I have a reputation to maintain.

Brenda is bright red at this point. "I do not," she hisses. "I just--spaced out a little that time. Yeah."

I laugh. "Bren, you're fooling nobody except yourself. There's nothing wrong with having a little crush!"

Although, it's Daniel. She could've chosen better. Brenda should go with someone who's more her speed, someone nerdy and dedicated to school like her. Not dumb jock Daniel on the school's loser football team who could barely string two words together when we had to present our poems to the class during the poetry unit. Stupid Daniel with his perfect hair, straight white teeth that shone when he grinned, broad shoulders that tapered to a trim waist--

I shake my head at my thoughts, shocked. Whoa. Where did that come from?

"Lou!" Brenda snaps her fingers in front of my face and I'm jolted out of my internal crisis. "It's time to go, we're gonna be late to homeroom!"

I sigh. "Fine, fine." I flag down our waitress and pay the bill, treating Brenda this time to make up for my teasing. She's just so easy to tease, I can't help it.

Brenda smiles at me gratefully. I also know she's tight on money at home, so if I can do anything to help her out, I will. After all, she's my best friend.

#lou #brenda #daniel #nosebleedclub #oh no im writing a love triangle???? how did this happen :O #mine

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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alphabet boy II

SYNOPSIS: college AU. Armin, your brilliant tutor, invites you over to his house for some studying. Naturally, you're nervous and he seems to be giving you a reason to be.

PAIRING: SCUMBAG!Tutor Armin x FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: half edited, noncon/dubcon, fingering, non-penetrative sexual content. gaslighting, manipulating,

A/N: really need the motivation to write again and I've been slacking on my multi-parters so here's a somewhat highly anticipated one. Armin fuckers, this is for you. non-Armin fuckers, I hope this converts you

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

II. I.

“You’re not paying attention.”

You feel his voice right by the shell of your ear, and the proximity nearly makes you reel back in surprise but you manage to catch yourself.

“S-sorry” You apologize, wishing you didn’t stutter.

The thing is you’re just really out of your element. This is the first time you’ve been to Armin’s house for personal tutoring, and it was hard to focus on the material when his presence was so distracting.

It wasn’t like you were fantasizing about him or anything [well…]-you always tried to banish those thoughts as soon as it came. But still, being alone with an attractive boy with a disarming charm was causing some jitters. You felt like a shy middle schooler, on edge and jittery.

The last tutoring session in the library when he [basically] called you stupid plagued your mind. The memory of him feeling up your thighs lived in your head rent-free.

“Let’s take a break.” He sighs. Your heart drops at the noise of disappointment but you suppose it’s what you deserve.

You push your laptop lightly aside on the table, the bleak light straining your eyes, and ask for the bathroom. You just wanted to freshen up and be alone for a few seconds. The bathroom is meticulously clean, something even you knew was unexpected for a boy. You looked at yourself through the spotless mirror, scrutinizing every flaw.

You sigh, fiddling with your dress collar. Why you had tried dressing pretty for a boy so out of your league, he may as well be in Mars--you didn’t know.

When you return, there is a tall glass of lemonade waiting for you.

“Thought you might be thirsty.”

It’s a simple gesture that makes you blush so you thank him earnestly. Like the gentleman he is, he assures you it’s no problem. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, you compliment his apartment, “This is a really nice place. So much light and space.”

You’re babbling but he engages you regardless, and you two are mindlessly discussing the benefits of living at off-campus housing over dorming. His words are pleasant but there’s a sinking feeling within you as you notice he’s bored. Or maybe distracted was a better word.

“So, do you have a boyfriend? Or anyone you’re seeing?”

You nearly choke at the question uttered through a buttery voice.

“Oh um, not really.”

“Not really?”

You made a mental note to answer in definitives. Armin seemed the type to snuff out anything he reasoned as half-truths.

“No. I uh, don’t have a boyfriend.” And then you clarified a pin-drop later, “And I’m not seeing anyone either.”

The blond hums a playful tune that’s vaguely nostalgic.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

You don’t understand the point of this line of incessant questioning, and can’t calm your heart rate.

“I-um, I don’t-“

Taking one look at your serious face, eyes rimmed with worry and cheeks pink, he laughs. It’s a startling sound like bell chimes.

“Relax. I just wanted to know if you had any experience.”

The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can even ponder it: “What do you mean by experience?”

It’s not his fault if he can’t hide the feral grin that crosses his mouth right at that moment. You can’t discern his expression as you’re staring at anywhere but him, so you don’t notice the uncontained excitement that glimmers in cerulean eyes.

“Let’s move to the couch. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

You think about saying that you’re fine wherever you are and didn’t really feel like changing positions, but he’s already striding towards the couch. So you start packing up the materials, before a clear voice calls out to you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to bring all that. Just bring your flashcards.”

You hoped that wouldn’t mean he’d quiz you, but that’s exactly what he meant to do.

“Law of diminishing returns.”

“Wait! I know that one!” You brightly exclaimed, “ Uhh..it gives way to the catch-up effect which means poor countries tend to grow more rapidly and they’ll one day essentially catch up with wealthier economies.”

The blond ran his hand through his hair before sighing. You could feel your heart drop. You were sure you were right. Was your answer wrong enough to cause exasperation?

“Stick with the formal definition next time. I didn’t ask for the theory based on the law.”

You pouted, and Armin couldn’t help but relish in how eagerly you sought his approval, like a puppy performing tricks to appease their master.

“You should sit closer. Can you even see the word?”

You moved closer to him, knees knocking into each other. He looks down at the completed set.

“Well, you didn’t do as bad as I expected.” Ouch. But maybe he meant it as a compliment?

“But,” the corners of his mouth curled, “I’d say you’re still struggling.” Never mind.

“T-this is a new chapter though. I don’t think we’ve even gone over it in class.”

Blue eyes narrow, and you wonder if he’s going to give the well-meaning spiel about how staying ahead was the only way to keep up. That mantra may work for someone with high ambitions and an extremely good work ethic but you were no well-oiled machine. You had other classes too!

“Why are you so defensive?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the question, spoken so softly and casually, you almost miss the disdained lilt.

“Oh uh-“

“Listen to me. I quizzed you so I’m able to assert your skill level. And your response to my assertion is that it’s something you haven’t gone over in class yet. Do those things relate to each other at all?”

Meekly, you shift your attention to the rug.

“Answer me.”

“N-no”, you squeaked.

“And what have I always told you? The only way to keep up is to-“

“Stay ahead.” You finished, “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Did I say you could interrupt me?”

You could feel the blood rushing to your ears, unsure when the atmosphere had shifted. Your heartbeat was beating rapidly and you could feel your body go warm.

He sighed, and placed a hand over over your folded ones, squeezing your palms.

“You know I’m just looking out for you right? It almost feels like you don’t care-“

“No!” You exclaim, “I-I do.” Heat pools into your cheeks once you realize your grave mistake, “I-I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

The blond smiles radiantly and it nearly melts away all of your worries…until he opens his mouth to deliver another damning remark.

“You know, with your looks…you don’t really even have to graduate. Maybe choose an easy major and then get some rich husband to take care of you.” There’s a distinct lack of humor in his tone as if he wholeheartedly believed every word he was saying.

Your eyebrows furrow in blatant confusion, and in the back of your mind, danger signs are flashing at the back of your head. Your thighs are growing warmer. Oh no, this could not be happening right now.

“That’s what most girls’ dreams are anyways.” He inspects his spotless nails, “You chose this class because Ackerman’s attractive right? That’s why his class has such a high drop rate…silly girls join, not understanding how harsh of a grader he is.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself but the next inflammatory remark he spews almost sends you to shock, “Though I bet, if you got on your knees for him, you’d be getting an A on those finals.” He laughs as if he was saying something particularly amusing, an undercurrent of spite coloring his words, “You wouldn’t even need me as your tutor.”

There are a million things on the tip of your tongue but no voice to speak them out. You want to ask him why he’s been so weirdly invasive, what his weird hang-up with professor Ackerman was, and of course, the casual sexism was really throwing you in a loop. Still, you have no doubt Armin could beat you to a bloody pulp several times over in a verbal lashing, and your mind was too fragile to deal with this.

You’ll sign up for a new tutor or better yet no tutor. You’ll get over your social anxiety and join a study group. You’ll go to all of Professor Ackerman’s office hours. Anything had to be better than this. You’re giving yourself this pep talk in your head but there’s no denying that your legs feel warm, and the self-improvement speech is withering away in your mind as it seeks to instead process how Armin fucking Arltert is touching you right now.

He pins you against the cushions, one hand locking both of your wrists. You’re shaking but your pupils are blown out wide.

He smirks, “There’s an excellent stress reliever for studying you know.”

You limp in his hold but the cocky attitude behind his words brings you back. You thrash under him, earning an annoyed growl from the blond.

“I’ve been so fucking patient with you, you know? Planning out your study guides, sharing my notes with you, proofreading homework, going over the mock exams—don’t you think I deserve a little compensation?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

He's right. He's right. Armin actually has done so much for you. Maybe it was too easy to take for granted because of how efficient he was, and how he acted like it was nothing. But right now, nothing really was everything.

He smiles. Yeah, this is who you were. Add just a little bit of pressure and you crumble. That flash of bravery from before was nothing but a petulant outburst from a child who didn’t know any better.

Armin coos, “Isn’t it a little embarrassing to be a virgin at your age?”

With unbridled precision, while he’s still holding your lower body down with the weight of his legs, he unbuckles his belt and ties it around your strained wrists. Red fills your face, and like always, you’re struggling to find the right words to respond. To say anything at all. Most of all, you can feel a wetness building at your core.

“I know the way you look at me, you know.” He kisses the dip of your neck, slender fingers splayed from under your shirt, “I know you’re into this.”

And because he is a scientist who must have evidence to back up his hypothesis, his hands find themselves under the waistband of your floral skirt that you foolishly wore, pushing the cure pastel underwear aside. You’re writhing in his grasp but maybe not as much as you should be, but it’s not your fault your movements are sluggish right?

“You have such a funny habit of not deleting your windows and keeping your bookmarks open.”

You freeze.

“This entire time I thought you were some prudish virgin even though you dress like a whore. Someone with who I had to be gentle. But all that fucking porn you read? Nasty. Is that why you need help in this class?” He punctuates slowly, "Because you're wasting your brain for something else?"

Immediately, you remember how you left your laptop on the table. You remember how many times he used your computer to double-check the notes, and you trustingly let him, forgetting that despite deleting your tabs, the hidden windows of steamy erotica were not yet erased out of their existence. Embarrassment violently paints your body.

He doesn’t wait or care for your response as he starts a vigorous assault on your clit with his slender finger, rubbing up and down in a vicious manner. The second finger prods at your entrance, feeling a tight cavern despite the amount of slick collected. Your eyes roll back in pleasure-is this what being with someone is like?

Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Why are you so fucking horny right now? It doesn’t matter what Armin said about you or how he called you out for the fiction you’ve read, because this is real life. But Christ, it’s Armin, the boy you’ve had a crush on since the moment he explained to you what a marginal abasement curve was. Stupidly handsome Armin with a gentle voice and too-blue oceanic eyes. Stupidly handsome Armin who coerced you into being under him.

You’re so fucking warm and tight, and Armin can’t wait to sink himself inside of you, can’t wait to humiliate you further. With nimble fingers he untied the ribbons of your dress like you were a Christmas present, groping your soft mounds and marking up your collarbone with teeth and tongue. Crystalline tears roll down the side of your face. You really shouldn’t be crying when you’re this wet.

“So fucking funny how you can’t look at me in the eye when we have a conversation but you read the filthiest fucking smut I’ve ever seen.”

taglist: @candy-hime

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seokjinsonlyone · 3 years

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so i got on tiktok for more than five minutes for the first time in like a month the other day and i saw they was doing this trend where it’s sorta like fmk but like husband, boyfriend, or sneaky link and i just wanted to add my two cents

namjoon:

this is your boyfriend

i know you may be thinking ???? boyfriend???? not husband??????????

but yes boyfriend listen we all know this man is brilliant; big brained and big bodied; cognitive skills off the charts; he knows a thing or two about a thing or two

however, he just ain’t there yet 😭 he don’t even got his license y’all gon flub on the contraceptives once or twice and next thing you know you strapping your kid into the basket of his bike so he can drop them off to school 😩

and his cooking……….. like watching this man with a knife gives me anxiety

he has a bit of growth to do but that’s why you date before getting married 🥳🥳🥳

y’all would go on the beeeest dates i’m talking museums, picnics, hikes, and yes bike rides

and like he’s just so sweet and thoughtful and he tries his very best to be gentle despite his destructive nature so it would just be so cute and fun for him to be your boyfriend

seokjin:

it goes without saying that this is your husband

to be honest ion even really need to elaborate on this one like…

he cooks; he cleans; he’s thoughtful, supportive, silly, will do anything to make you happy…

everything you could ever want and need in a man is manifested in kim seokjin

so just lemme tell you what this ^^ gif is this is like three months after you’ve given birth to your second child

he got home from work way later than expected he was tired exhausted really but still helped you with your new baby taking turns tending to them on and off all night

you had just gotten into a really good sleep when your alarm went off signaling it was time to get child number 1 up and ready for school

you groaned sitting up but before you could even get out of bed he was wiping the sleep from his eyes and telling you he was going to take care of it

“but you got off late last night and you helped me too”

he reassured you that it was fine and that he had it he knew how hard you worked all day everyday and you never got the opportunity to clock out

it was his day off anyway so he kissed your forehead and told you to get back to sleep

which was a bit easier said than done bc those two were like bulls in a china cabinet there was whining and scuttling all around a few disagreements on which outfit your child should wear and what they should eat for breakfast

but soon enough you looked out the window and saw jin adjusting his shorts and a few seconds later your child bobbling out after him backpack a little too big for their body before they walked hand in hand to the car

that’s… what that is… that’s your husband

and when i say your i mean mine that’s my husband

you can keep scrolling 😗✌️

yoongi:

husband <33333

like jin this man is the total package

he cooks, cleans, is loving and supportive, will take care of you emotionally, and on top of that he’s handy! extensive knowledge about interior design!

like if you want some pictures hanged or a shelf built or something this is the man for you

your lil bob the builder <3

like idk what it is with this man but something about him is just so soft and makes me want to love and be loved by him

like if this is not your husband this is your long term boyfriend you are dating him for no less than five years and when you part way you ain’t gon know how to live without him

so don’t leave

bring the documents he already said so

hoseok:

boyfriend 100%

hobi just seems so partnerable

i look at him and i see movie nights and pillow talk

i see cuddles and late night facetime calls

your own personal hope on the streets when he wants to loosen up or practice or relieve stress😩

you go to a restaurant and each pick a dish and share it with each other like he’s very much giving one milkshake 2 straws

or you two cook together side by side he’s chopping vegetables and cleaning while you’re sautéing and stir frying and what not

you go shopping with him and critique his outfits when he tries them on and vice versa

i don’t even know man i just see hobi and i think he’s flawless i want to give him the world

and i think about that time when he said one of his personal goals was to become special to someone 😭😭😭

so like girl get your boyfriend and just give him all the love he’s searching for all the love he deserves

jimin:

….sneaky link

look at him smh caught in 4k sending a “you up?” text at the tender hour of 3am

idk what to tell ya man he just ain’t bout it rn

he ain’t looking for nothing but fun

atm it’s just him and his bros

every once in a while he’ll go searching for a connection for a night or two

there may be a few repeat offenders a string of flings if you will but never anything serious

i can see it in his eyes everyone can really bc he flirts with every living and nonliving thing in sight

taehyung:

husband

now you may be thinking… is he not on par with namjoon when it comes to practical skills???

and like yes perhaps but he definitely is not as much as a liability

like i think i can trust him to open a packet of barbecue sauce without risk of ruining my outfit and like i know i wouldn’t fear for my life if he was slicing a hard boiled egg

which is not to say that i wouldn’t mind getting stabbed by joon there are certainly worse ways to go but that’s not what we’re talking about

what we’re talking about is tae and how i just know with him you’d be safe physically mentally and emotionally 🥺🥺🥺

and idk if it’s bc i done seen him in slacks one too many times but something about him just screams commitment

like he’s giving 401k he’s giving life insurance he’s giving condo in florida where you spend the winter bc your bones get too cold where you normally live

but you know what he’s also giving passion like you will 100% spend the rest of your life in love with this man

like in that picture it’s giving you’ve been married for three years it’s wednesday and he’s off so he asked you on a date

it’s taking you longer than anticipated to get ready you wanted to look pretty for him bc truthfully you don’t get to go on dates often as much as he’d like to

your hair and makeup is finally done so you find him and tell him you’re almost done and you’ll be out as soon as you slip on your outfit

he lazily turns his head to you and tells you to take your time there’s no rush and he’s just looking at you with absolute hearts in his eyes

you’re not even fully ready and there’s hearts in his eyes 😭 it makes your heart race and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you get ready for your date, for the rest of your life together with him

jungkook:

i know y’all gon hate to hear this one but… sneaky link

^^ that may be your boyfriend but you ain’t his girlfriend 😭

that is the face of someone you called and told that you wanted to stop messing around bc you was getting attached but he convinced you that it didn’t have to be all that and acted cute until you changed your mind

listen this man is in his prime he ain’t tryna settle down

the moment you try to commit is the moment he jumps out the window

and this is not to say that he’s not a good boy but like i’ve known jungkooks i’ve been friends with jungkooks and the second you try to take things farther than what they want that’s when they stomp all over your heart

however i do firmly believe that jungkook ain’t like them others he’s more than a good boy he’s the best boy

and if he like idk heard bells when you walked by or was pulled by the red string of fate or like felt the yearning or whatever it is that he done conjured up in his head he’d be everything and more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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rickmandowneyjr · 3 years

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Cuts to Cope

Angst, fluff Pairing: Severus Snape and Student!Reader (platonic) Warning: talk of self-harm, mentions of character's death Word Count: 2348 A/N: This is a little piece I wrote a while ago but didn't know if I should post or not. After re-doing certain bits, I decided to upload it. Hope it's not too difficult to read. As always, the ending is a little abrupt and not too detailed, leaving it sort of up to y'all as well :) Sorry if there are any typos (I only ever get the time to write when it's quite late nowadays)

Yet another day at Hogwarts - waking up at 6:30 am, showering, getting dressed in your robes, and heading to breakfast. Wishing everyone you passed a good morning, wearing your signature smile as you did.

You were a 7th year, one of the few returning ones after last year's incident with Cedric Diggory. He'd been your best friend, or at least that's what people thought. Cedric Diggory and you had been dating for the last 7 months before his death. You didn't want anyone knowing because being star students meant eyes prying into every aspect of your relationship.

People praised you, a model student and now, prefect, who set an example. An example of how to be strong and cope no matter what life threw at you. Little did they know, you harboured a little secret. A dark, horrifying, and disturbing secret that would never let anyone look at you the same way if they ever found out.

Your first class for the day was Potions. You were a brilliant student, especially at Potions, yet Snape still had something against you. You didn't take it personally, though; he wasn't really fond of anyone. You walked into class, taking your regular seat at the front. Snape walked into class a little while later, slamming the door behind him, commanding everyone's attention.

"Turn to page 420," he drawled. You opened the book to find the recipe for Amortentia. Your heart felt a tug at the name of the love potion, never having been able to find out the answers with Cedric.

Snape's deep voice brought your focus back to class as he said, "Since it takes a week to brew, I've already completed most of the process. All you need to do is the last day's work," making the class sigh with relief. "However," he continued, "The last day of brewing is crucial and not easy. So, I expect your attention to be fully on the task at hand."

You began brewing the potion, following the steps perfectly. Snape sat down to grade papers as the class worked. He looked at you and said, "Ms. [L/N], roll up your sleeves while you work. I'd hate for there to be mishaps in my class because of one student's carelessness."

You hesitated, but then did as asked. You weren't the best at wandless magic but had made sure to perfect this spell solely for such instances. As you rolled your sleeves, you subtly waved your hand over your forearms, mumbling, "Illusiont," and casting the disillusionment charm.

You saw Snape narrow his eyes at you and panicked for a second before you saw him shake his head and return to grading. Breathing a sigh of relief, you returned to the task at hand and continued brewing.

After a while, you'd finished, and were the first one to have done so. Snape walked over to your desk and took a whiff of the potion, raising an eyebrow before giving you a single nod of approval, letting you know that it was perfect. Once everyone was done, he walked around, starting at the back, and asked everyone to announce what they smelled. You hadn't smelled your Amortentia yet and hadn't planned on doing so either, feeling quite relieved when Snape hadn't asked that question earlier.

Your heart rate quickened as you began to worry about how your body and mind would react to smelling it. You couldn't do it last year, since the Triwizard tournament had led to a bunch of classes being cancelled. As you thought about how excited you had been at the prospect of sharing the experience with Cedric, Snape's voice pulled you back to your potions class.

"Ms. [L/N]."

"Yes, sir?"

He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What. Do. You. Smell," he spoke, irritation evident in every word.

You swallowed hard as you leaned forward to inhale the scent. Your pupils dilated, your heartbeat quickened and your knees threatened to give out at the all-too-familiar fragrance. Your throat went dry as you stopped the tears from forming.

"Well? We haven't got all day, class is to be dismissed soon." He raised an eyebrow at you, asking you to hurry up since you were the last one.

With every ounce of energy, you calmed yourself and stopped your voice from wavering. "Old books, butterscotch and... vanilla," you sighed. Your breathing was erratic and you knew you needed to get out of class and get to the abandoned girls' washroom.

As if on cue, the bell rang, dismissing the class. Snape gave you an odd look and was about to ask you what was wrong but you had already gathered your belongings and were marching out the door. He decided to follow you since he'd never seen you act like that before and was wondering what had happened to you all of a sudden.

You made your way up the stairs, hurrying before you had a breakdown in the middle of the hallway. As you reached the washroom, you started rummaging through your bag since the hallway was empty. You took the small blade that you carried around out, pushing the door to the bathroom open.

Snape's POV

I followed her out of the classroom. Though not my favourite, [Y/N] was an incredible witch and this wasn't normal behaviour for her. She'd marched out before I had even dismissed class which concerned me even more, given her usually 'perfect' behaviour. She paced through the hallways and up the stairs so fast that I could've sworn she was moving around faster than I did on a normal basis. There was an urgency in her stride and I don't know why, but it concerned me.

She finally turned into the hallway leading to the girls' washroom on the third floor, which was odd. No one used this, as far as I was aware. I was a little embarrassed, considering I'd just followed a young girl to a washroom. In an isolated area, at that. I swear I never would've imagined myself going even further and following her in, but what I'd seen had shocked and concerned me enough to do just that.

End of Snape's POV

As you entered the bathroom, you had missed Snape, whose eyes were wide with shock. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. [Y/N] [L/N], the golden girl of Hogwarts, had just walked into an abandoned washroom after pulling out a blade from her bag. Not wanting to jump to any conclusions, he rushed in, wanting to confirm what his eyes had just seen.

As you were about to enter a stall, the door to the bathroom, swung open, making you jump. You hid the blade by making a fist, unintentionally cutting into your palm. You winced at the unexpected pain but didn't let it show.

You turned to face Professor Snape, and he was eyeing your hand. 'There's no way he saw it, is there?' you thought.

"Ms. [L/N], care to show me your hands?"

You panicked. He knew. You tried to divert his attention. "Sir, this is the girls' washroom."

"I'm aware," he stated. "Now... Hands," he said as he glared at you, letting you know that he wouldn't fall for any attempts to change the subject.

You sighed and opened your hands, and saw his gaze soften. He walked to you taking your hand in his as he gently pulled the razor out. You winced as it came out, knowing this would impair you for the rest of your classes.

"What were you thinking?!" He scolded, startling you. He reached for your arm, rolling up your sleeves once again and muttered, "Finite."

The scars on your arms started showing up and you couldn't do anything but look away, your eyes resting anywhere but his gaze.

"So that was the Disillusionment Charm I heard you use, earlier."

You stayed silent, still refusing to meet his eyes. Of all the professors, it had to be him. Sure, he wasn't fond of you, but you had immense respect for the man, and to let him see you in this light... it took every bit of you to not lose your composure.

"Look at me," he said.

You turned to face him. His usually cold eyes showed too much concern and the uncharacteristic response from the potions master was proving to be a lot to handle. Tears stung your eyes as he stared at you.

"Why?" He asked, his voice so genuine that you couldn't help but let your emotions spill, creating a mess that you couldn't be bothered to care about anymore.

"I can't do this anymore," you sniffled. "I don't want to. He was everything to me and it just hurts so much."

"Who?"

"Cedric."

"Ah, yes. I'm aware you and Mr. Diggory were best friends. I'm sorry, [Y/N]."

"No," you said, finally being able to talk to someone about it. "He was my boyfriend. And... I never got to tell him I loved him... because I wasn't sure. Today just made it worse when I smelled him in my Amortentia. It confirmed that I did and I never got to say it." You were sobbing now, not caring what you looked like, what a mess you probably were, or what Snape was thinking of you and your confession.

You felt him awkwardly wrap his arms around you as he pulled your head to his chest. Your cries got louder and your wails of agony echoed in the empty washroom as your hands clutched the fabric of his robes. The feeling of someone comforting you was overwhelming. You'd always had to keep up this image of a perfect student, reliable friend, someone who could never have such horrifying tendencies.

Even then, as you cried out loud, your instinct made you bury your face in his chest, muffling the 'ugly' sobs. Snape's heart broke as your thoughts flooded his mind. As you struggled to breathe, he turned your head slightly, making you audible again. He didn't hush you; just stroked your hair as your tears soaked his robes.

It took a while, but you finally calmed down, your sobs reducing to soft whimpers before they died out entirely. Your throat was sore, and lips, chapped from all the crying. Your eyes were red and puffy, and the reality of the situation finally came crashing down on you.

Your secret was out. More than one, at that. One of the professors knew, and the strictest one too. You had just spent Merlin knows how long crying into his chest, which was now soaked with your tears.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, your voice, hoarse. "Your robes are all wet now," you said, trying to move away.

"That's the least of my worries right now," he said, keeping your head in place as he continued, "I understand what you're going through. Better than you'd know." It sounded like it was painful for him to talk about it, the tone of his voice giving the vulnerability away. "But this is not the way to deal with it," he said as rubbed your back.

"Does it go away?"

"I'll be honest," he sighed. "It does get lesser with time if you allow yourself to heal. However, it never goes away entirely. A part of you will always love and miss him. I'm sorry," he said.

"No, I'm glad. I don't want to forget him. Or my love for him. Cedric Diggory was and will always be - my first love."

You finally pulled away from his chest and looked him in the eyes as he gave you a gentle smile. You managed to muster a somber one and sighed.

"Do any of your friends know?"

"Merlin, no!"

"Why not? They're your friends. They could-"

"I can't have this getting out. Everyone will-"

"Who cares what people think?" He raised his voice. It was silent for a while before he sighed and spoke again.

"[Y/N], I want you to promise me something."

You knew what was coming. You gulped and nodded softly.

"I want you to promise me that you'll stop this. Cedric wouldn't want this for you."

"I know, and I've tried before. It's not that simple-"

"I know," he said, cutting you off. "Which is why, the next time you get the urge to do this, you'll come to me. No matter what the situation might be."

You were surprised at his words. It was incredibly nice of him to offer this to you, and you nodded, accepting his generosity.

"Also," he continued, "Please stop going to such great lengths to please others and worrying about what others think. It's not healthy."

"But-"

"But nothing. Your health is suffering and you can't even bring yourself to tell anyone because you're so busy keeping up this little charade of 'everything is fine'."

You stayed silent. There was truth in his words and you couldn't refute his accusations. You just looked up at him, once again, finding the uncharacteristic concerned look meeting your gaze. Nodding softly, you agreed. How could you not when someone had shown you such consideration and compassion?

A small smile graced his usually stoic face as he helped you up, and you both made your way out of the bathroom. He escorted you back to your dormitories, ensuring you were alright before the two of you parted ways.

The rest of the school year passed and Snape stayed true to his word, and you to yours. Every time you felt the urge to hurt yourself to relieve the pain, you'd find Snape. He was patient and helped you every step of the way. Slowly, but surely, you were able to overcome your urges and also found yourself living for yourself, rather than up to others' expectations.

By the time you graduated, you had overcome the habit and thanked Snape in your graduation speech, never giving away the details as to why. A lot of people had assumed there was something between the two of you, especially since you went to meet him all through the school year, but you didn't let it bother you, because... Who cares what people think, right?

P.S. - Sorry I've been a little slow with the writing. My college assignments have started rolling in and I'm currently swamped. Also, I'm working on a little something (announcing it in 2-3 days so make sure to check in lol). Rest assured, I'm slowly and steadily making my way through requests. Thank you for understanding <3

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hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia)

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst.

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk

word count: 3,859

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !)

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part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally.

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’?

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day.

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders.

his leg was bouncing eagerly.

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else.

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn...

“y/n! come look at this!”

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over.

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone.

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku?

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!”

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you.

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?”

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look.

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?”

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.”

“holy—”

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking.

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article.

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!”

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?”

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped.

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them.

his eyes bore into yours.

“did you...need something?”

your voice broke his trance.

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.”

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?”

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?”

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me.

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting.

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was.

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.)

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up.

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.”

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother.

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you.

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped.

“shitty hair, let go of me.”

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?”

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato.

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped.

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries.

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together.

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms.

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh.

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.”

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.”

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.”

denki sighed, slumping back.

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds.

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head.

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.”

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned.

the brunette grinned. “great!”

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name.

“bakugou.”

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find...

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground.

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent.

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called.

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure.

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him.

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks.

you laughed. “what?”

“shut up.”

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.”

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?”

so you had heard him!

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

gosh he loved that about you.

bakugou caught his thought in the air.

ahem...gosh he hated that about you.

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first.

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it.

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache.

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body.

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back.

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t.

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either.

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky.

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out.

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent.

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so...

you stood over him, hands on your hips.

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile.

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain.

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels.

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.”

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back.

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on.

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room?

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard.

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.”

you barely grunted in response.

“don’t ignore me.”

“i heard you, mom.”

“the hell did you call me?”

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive.

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back.

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened.

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you.

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in.

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.”

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?”

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—”

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving.

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly.

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it.

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body.

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds.

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you.

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason.

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion.

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions.

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes.

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen.

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back.

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face.

“fight me again,” he demanded.

“excuse me?”

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.”

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.”

“you’re being stubborn.”

“i’m being reasonable. back off.”

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou.

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.”

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?”

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away.

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself.

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?”

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.”

“dude...that sounds really weird.”

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.”

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again.

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong.

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great?

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear.

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right?

what was so...amazing about deku?

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these.

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent.

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you.

you were the only person to be able to do this to him.

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head.

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.”

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga.

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.)

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?”

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not.

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here.

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.”

“okay? is that it?”

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him?

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”

“...what?”

gosh dammit, as friends?

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side.

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor.

this earned a snicker from you.

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.”

your eyes flew wide. “...what?”

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.”

he swallowed.

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.”

he leaned closer. “yes?”

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.”

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal.

“oh, alright.”

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode.

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything.

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right?

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you.

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seroh · 3 years

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STILL INTO YOU.

iwaizumi, oikawa, matsukawa, hananaki.

› part one: all i wanted was you.

— the one where they want you back, but you've moved on.

› angst.

GN.READER ; POST BREAK UP.

notes — repost from my old blog.

IWAIZUMI H.

Ever since you left, there’s been an uncomfortable feeling bubbling inside of Iwaizumi. He wakes up every morning hoping to see you next to him, only to be disappointed when he finds his new lover instead. He gets home and your name almost falls from his lips, before he sees them sitting on his couch. Guilt eats him up inside, specially when they smile at him so bright and loving.

It takes his new lover leaving him, saying he keeps calling your name in his sleep and professing his love for you, for him to realize how much he truly misses you. How bad he really fucked up.

Iwaizumi finds himself alone again, the echo of the door shutting closed still ringing in his ears, and he can’t take it. He needs to see you again.

When the bell rings at 2 a.m., the last thing you expect to see is Iwaizumi. It’s been months, after all, almost a year. And yet there he is, eyes puffy and red and tired. There’s a pained expression in his face, but he still lights up when you open the door and face him.

It takes him one look to realize you’re wearing someone else’s shirt, and as soon as he does his mind starts running wild. Is it his? Did he forget it at your place? Does this mean you miss him? Does he still have a chance? A small, flickering flame of hope ignites inside of him.

Then a second voice talks from somewhere in your apartment, asking who’s at the door, and soon a man emerges behind you. Iwaizumi’s eyes go directly to his hand resting on your hip.

“Who is this, babe?” The question is like a raging wind, killing the little flame in his heart.

“No one,” you reply, eyes cold in his direction as you close the door on his face, and all of the memories that accompany him..

Iwaizumi spends the next few moments standing in front of your door, trying to process the pain in his heart. It’s over. It’s over, he knows it is, and yet he can’t help the urge to knock on your door again and beg for you to take him back.

But it’s over, and there’s nothing he can do to fix what he so carelessly broke.

OIKAWA T.

It’s easy for Oikawa to forget about what he lost while he’s all the way across the world. His new lover’s company proves to be a great distraction, one that consumes his nights and brightens his days. One that drowns the pain in his heart and makes it all disappear.

But then he finds himself back in his homeland, and he can’t do anything to prevent the surge of memories that hit him as soon as he sets foot in Japan. Everywhere he looks, everywhere he goes, the remnants of your love haunt him. Something as simple as an ad for that the brand of chocolate you loved has him wondering if you still like it as much as you used to. Does it still bring warmth to your heart when you’re feeling down? Should he buy some for you in case he sees you?

Except, he’s sure he won’t see you. Ever again. He repeats that over and over again, trying to resist the temptation to find you. In spite of the growing hope filling his heart, he’s still not prepared to see you again.

Oikawa spots you on the court, talking to someone his eyes don’t even register. He takes a step forward, like in a trance. Eyes locked on your smiling, laughing face. Fingers twitching with the need to touch you, hug you. Heart overflowing with all of the feelings he tried so hard to bury. He truly feels like his teenage self all over again, holding your favorite chocolate as he pours his heart out for you.

He’s a few steps away when you notice him. Your eyes widen in surprise before settling into a resentful kind of pain that makes his heart ache. Still, he puts on a smile, as wide and bright as he can muster, and puts on the whole “It’s been so long! I didn’t expect to see you here” act.

“Well, of course I am.” You say, looking as uncomfortable as he’s ever seen you. “My boyfriend’s in Japan’s team.” The words bring an end to Oikawa’s smile. Almost in slow motion, he sees you gesture to the person next to you, and only then does the man register in his visual camp. Begrudgingly, he shakes the hand the man offers him before making up an excuse to go back to his team.

His hand shoots up to his chest, right above his heart, and he can almost feel it break into a million pieces.

MATSUKAWA I.

Matsukawa thinks it’s odd, how much he seems to miss your company after you’re gone. He used to think familiarity was dull, boring; but now finds himself missing it whenever his new lover asks what he wants from the coffee shop, when you always knew his order by heart, or when they sleep on his side of the bed, or when they don’t even bat an eye at the same jokes you used to love.

Not even the fire of a new love can calm the restless feeling.

He first realizes how much he truly misses you when he sees you in that coffee shop he knows you love. He’d gone there under the pretense of it being the nearest one, secretly hoping to find you already sitting at one of the tables. Maybe he’d talk to you, ask how you’ve been and if you’d mind it if he joined you. Maybe you wouldn't mind, and you would smile at him as you gestured to the seat in front of you.

Maybe you would want to see him again afterwards.

By luck or fate, he does see you; and his heart starts racing after his eyes land on you. However, things don't the way he expects them to happen. There’s no spark in your eyes when they look his way, no warm smile greeting him, nothing. And it hurts to be met with such disregard, but what makes it worse, what marks the final stab to his heart, is the man sitting next to you. He has his arm resting on the back of your seat, thumb darting out to collect the crumbs clinging to your lips. And you’re laughing and smiling so much, a sweet and adoring spark in your eyes he recognizes immediately. It’s the same way you used to look at him before he broke your heart.

Then your eyes meet his, and there’s such indifference behind them. There’s not even hate or resentment in your expression, just plain indifference, and he knows he’s lost you for ever.

Matsukawa freezes. Can’t even move a finger as he watches the gentle exchange. The other man throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Your form presses snugly against his, a soft laugh escaping your lips. Only the barista’s calling of his name manages to snap him out of it, after several attempts.

He reaches for his coffee with a numb feeling spreading throughout his body. Leaves the shop without sparing you a second glance, too scared he’d start crying if he has to see you with him again, if he has to see how happy he makes you.

HANAMAKI T.

He stumbles upon you while he’s out at a club with Matsukawa. He’s been unreasonably irritable lately, upset, tired, agitated. His friend, as the caring man he is, decided to take him out for the night, thinking some stranger’s love might help improve his mood.

But Hanamaki isn’t interested. He isn’t interested in the pretty ones wearing next to nothing, nor the attractive ones sending him burning looks. He just isn’t interested, hasn’t been for months now, and he can’t figure out why.

He’s finally free, free of you and your nagging and the grip you had around him. Can finally go out and lose himself in alcohol and strangers’ love without a trace of guilt coming back to bite him.

He’s free, so why can’t he enjoy this newfound freedom?

The answer hits him when his eyes wander to the bar, landing on you like they’re being pulled in your direction. Hanamaki’s blood starts to boil as he sees the way you’re dressed, the way you shamelessly flirt with a man he’s never seen before. A man who’s too close to you, so much he doubts there’s any space left in between your bodies.

The man leans to press a kiss to your lips, and you seem to curl and melt around him with such ease. Hanamaki can’t bear to look any longer, can’t tear his eyes away either. Something seems to click in his head, and he’s taking the first step before he even realizes what he’s doing. But once he does, he can’t stop himself. His heart burns and stings and bleeds hurt.

Why does it hurt?

A hand falls on his shoulder when he’s nothing but a few meters away from you, fist ready to start a fight with that stranger that dared to touch you. When he looks back, Hanamaki’s furious eyes meet Matsukawa’s serious ones. “Haven’t you done enough?” The question is harsh and venomous, not a trace of friendliness in it. He looks back from your smiling face to his friend’s stern expression.

The heavy weight of realization finally hits him. He loves you. He loves you and fucked it all up because he couldn’t handle it. Tears begin to pool behind his eyes, a scream threatens to tear his throat apart. Matsukawa gives a relieved, sympathetic sigh before pulling him out of the club and into his car. Hanamaki sobs and cries and laments everything he ever did to you, and Matsukawa can’t do anything but listen to his friend drown in his own mistakes.

#iwaizumi angst #oikawa angst #matsukawa angst #hanamaki angst #iwaizumi headcanons #oikawa headcanons #matsukawa headcanons #hanamaki headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Thanks can you write something about one of the kids getting hate online from jealous people and how it affects them and what Harry and Y/N do

hello!! so this one is going to be about isabelle getting hate (😔), which you will find out why. i’m also changing the age gaps between them because it’s so hard to write with larger age gaps. so here isabelle is 16, felix is 19 and oli is 21!!

“Mum!”

You had been busy ironing the clothes downstairs, whilst watching ‘Call the Midwife’ on the TV, when you heard Felix shouting you from upstairs.

“What?” You shouted back, moving from the lounge to the bottom of the stairs to hear better.

“I think you should see this.”

When your children say things like this you either roll your eyes when you find out they wanted to show you a meme, or panic because some rumour has been spread all over the internet of them.

“Just hang on a minute!” Your attention diverted to the front door being opened harshly. Everyone else was already home but Belle, so it must’ve been her. It was a Wednesday today and Belle always had study group in the library after-school on a Wednesday, although today she was back a little earlier than normal.

You moved the latch off the porch door and opened it to welcome Belle home, watching as she threw off her high-top converse aggressively.

“Hiya love, you alr—” You didn’t get to finish before you saw that her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face like a cascading waterfall. Her mascara was smudged and made it look like she hadn’t slept for weeks. “Woah, hey, Belle?”

Belle didn’t listen to you though, instead she stormed past and ran up the stairs and a minute later you heard her bedroom door slam shut.

What the fuck was that about?

“Minute too late mum!” Felix shouted again, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. However, it did confirm that something had happened to Belle on social media or over the internet and you had to get Harry on top of this now.

You walked down the stairs, into your basement - which Harry had converted into a sound-proof studio - and saw him sat with a guitar on his lap and pencil between his teeth, playing around with chords on repeat.

“Babe?” You knocked on the door as you spoke, Harry looking up from where he was sat to you and smiling as bright as ever.

“You alright love?” He asked sweetly, taking the pencil out of his mouth first.

“I am yeah, but Belle’s just come home crying and shut herself in her room.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to work through everything that had happened and wondering whether you’d done something or not done something.

Harry instantly got to his feet, putting everything down so that he could come over to you. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kissed your lips once just because, “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it. Something’s probably happened at school. Let me go talk to her, okay?” You nodded in agreement and sighed in thanks.

Belle had always been more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, and that was okay. It just meant that she was more open to her feelings and her heart with her dad than you, not to say she never talked to you about things like that. Harry always filled you in on things, though, and would prompt you to talk to her if he thought extremely necessary. Belle liked to work things out by herself normally, not liking to be a burden to anyone - a lot like you actually.

Harry walked out of the room and climbed the stairs two at a time until he made it outside Belle’s room. He knocked before entering, but Belle made no sound for him to enter.

“Belles?” Harry asked softly, shutting the door and walking over to her bed which she was curled up on. She had obviously flopped on the bed and began crying, because there was no sign of effort to get under the covers or get comfortable.

“D-dad?” She mumbled roughly, her choked sobs holding her back.

“Yes sweetheart, i’m here.” Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and sat their patiently. He didn’t want to invade her space or make her feel claustrophobic, so he waited for her to come to him and that didn’t take long. She sprang up and hugged him with her head buried against her dad’s chest, sobbing so violently that Harry’s heart cracked in two. He hated to see his baby cry. It was his biggest weakness.

Belle made an attempt to speak but Harry couldn’t understand due to the shear heaviness of her cries.

“Belles, y’gotta calm down for me, my heart. Gotta breathe it out before you make yourself sick.” He smoothed his hand over the back of her hair, like he’d always done. Her breathing ever-so-slowly coming back down to a normal and healthy pace. “That’s it, thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly still.

“Dad?” She shakily started.

“Yes love.”

“Do y-you know?” She sat up so she could face her dad, bur Harry didn’t let his hands leave hers.

“Know what, sweetheart?”

Harry genuinely didn’t know and Belle could see that in his honest, kind, eyes.

“T-that…” Belle started tearing up again, her bottom lip wobbling like sailors legs.

“Hey, calm down. You’re okay. Breathe and then talk to me, okay?” Harry ordered her, not caring if this took all night. He was here for his baby girl whenever and wherever, no exceptions. If she didn’t ever tell him, that was okay as long as he helped her build up her happiness again. A few deep breaths later and she was feeling more comfortable.

“I..,” she paused momentarily to collect her words before letting them flow out beautifully, “i’m gay dad.”

Warmth spread through Harry’s heart as if he were torch that’d just been set alight. He could only put the way he felt into one word; proud. He was so proud that his daughter was turning into the loving and open and beautiful woman she was always born to be. He was also just so happy that she had the confidence in him to tell him something so important to her.

“I’m so proud of you, Belle.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised, which made Harry take a step back in confusion.

“Yes of course,” Harry squeezed her hand just a little tighter, “have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

“No.”

“Then where’s this doubt coming from hey?”

Belle began to cry again at his question.

“T-the media found out and i-it’s been published everywhere a-and I w-was worried I wouldn’t b-be able to tell you myself b-before they could. They’re being s-so rude too.” Her cries broke Harry all over again. As much as he was proud of her for coming out so bravely, he was incredibly pissed off that the media thought it was there business to pass around before Belle was even comfortable admitting it first. It’s Belle’s right to come out when she wants and how she wants and Harry could understand how frustrating and upsetting that must be to have it all taken away. He had to keep calm for Belle though, pulling her back into his chest to hold her safely.

“What are they saying?”

Anger bubbled through Harry’s veins as she began to speak.

“That i’m only gay to promote the values you stand for or that you’ll be disappointed that not all your children are straight.”

Harry’s fingers curled at her words, not understanding how much of a low-life you have to be to genuinely type and publish these things about a child, let alone his child. He was furious and he was going to burn - metaphorically - the people responsible for this abuse.

“How did they find out?”

Instead of her saying anything she pulled up a picture of the article online - released by ‘The Sun’ unsurprisingly as they were the worst for paparazzi stalking - and it all started to piece together.

The article headlined a picture of Belle and another girl, kissing outside of school. The study group mustn’t have been exclusively studying. Harry didn’t focus on the shitty article, he instead focused on how the smile on Belle’s face was the widest he’d ever seen.

“You look very happy.” Harry tried to make light of the situation for his daughter.

“I am. They make me very happy.” Belle blushed and Harry caught on.

“And they’re called?”

“Megan.”

“Megan,” Harry repeated the name, getting a feel for the way it sounded for future use, “well they seem lovely.”

“Dad you’ve only seen them through a picture of us kissing.” Belle rolled her eyes and Harry reached out to dab the tears away, not minding that his sleeve was becoming heavily damp.

“Shut up you,” he laughed causing a smile to leap onto Belles face too, “do we get to meet them?”

“Hopefully,” Belle smiles, before looking down to her lap with furrowed brows, “that is, if they still like me after this whole media shambles.” Belle let out a breathe of shaky air and Harry caught her anxiety before she could let herself run off with it.

“Let me take care of that, don’t worry yourself over it, okay?” Belle nodded.

“Do I have to make like a statement or anything?”

“You do whatever you want to, Belles, and i’ll love you no matter what.”

And with that Harry left the room, a smile on his face for feeling like the proudest most happiest parent on the planet. It only lasted a few minutes though, because now it was time to make some phone calls and sue a few people.

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