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I hope everyone is enjoying the story. I do appreciate all the feedback! Here is Chapter 8. I feel like this one is going to create more questions than answers. Next chapter in a few days.

This chapter and the next one will touch on some darker subjects so I highlighted the specific trigger warning in red. In the story it’s not really detailed or any thing but I still wanted to make it known just in case.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 3,608

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

You thought about going back in to speak with Yoongi but after what he did and what you said you decided it would be best to have some space for a while. After calming yourself down enough that you could finally breathe you headed over to Jimins. You sat on his couch clutching the photo album to your chest still sniffling every so often.

“Ahh I see he still gave you the gift.”, he said placing a bottle of water down in front of you.

“You knew about this?”, you asked wide eyed.

He took a seat next to you and began rubbing your back. “Yeah he came to me one day and asked if I had a way to contact anyone in your family. He’s been working on it for a couple months. When he finally got the book he was so excited. Seriously it was weird to see him like that. He was also so nervous to give it to you. He kept asking if I thought you’d like it or if you’d be mad or think it was weird that he did this. I don’t think he’s ever done something like this for anyone before.”

“Jimin he lied to me. He promised me he was changing and that he didn’t sleep with anyone and he slept with some woman named Suri last week.”, you said feeling the tears start up again.

“Did you hear his side of the story?”

“Seriously Jimin? He doesn’t exactly have the best history. I don’t have to hear his side of the story to know it happened.”

“Listen I’m not defending him and I can’t guarantee he didn’t do anything with her but I spend a lot of time with him and I’ve seen a big change in his ways. The way he thinks, the way he talks, the way he acts. I mean I caught the man watching a YouTube video on how to make homemade chocolate chip muffins. I just don’t think that he would do that to you any mo-.”

Before he could finish you stormed off to the spare room. The last thing you needed or wanted right now was for your best friend to try defending the man that intentionally hurt you.

The next morning you did apologize to Jimin for storming away like that. He was letting you live with him after all and you know he’s stuck in the middle between his two best friends so it puts him in a bad spot. Thankfully he was really understanding and didn’t take it to heart.

The weekend passed and Yoongi hadn’t tried to contact you once. Jimin took a couple days off from work the following week claiming to be sick but you figured Yoongi knew exactly why he did that. When Jimin did finally go to work and came home you asked if Yoongi had said anything.

“No he didn’t say anything at all. He’s acting completely normal.”, he said shaking his head.

“So he really didn’t mention anything about me or us or what happened?”

“He just asked if you were staying with me and I said yes. That was it.”

You could feel the tears start to well up again.

“Jimin, if he really did change and didn’t sleep with that woman and he loved me like he said he did, don’t you think he’d be fighting for me right now or doing anything to show me he didn’t do it?”

“Y/N, I think hes already accepted that he lost you and at this point he is just trying to get by. He’s never been the kind of person to chase after someone.” Jimin walked over and wrapped his arms around you.

You sniffled, “Jimin, the worst part of all is that I really started to believed him. I really thought he loved me and I loved him too.”

“I’m sorry Y/N. I know you don’t want to hear this but maybe you could try reaching out to him because I doubt he’ll ever come crawling back to you. But you guys do have to discuss this some time. You can’t just pretend nothing happened between the two of you.”

“I know. I’ll think about it. Thank you Jimin.”

Later that evening he knocked on your door carrying in a bowl of ramen. After you took a few bites he started to speak.

“So I hate to do this to you Y/N but I’ve just been informed that I have to go out of the country for a while. Maybe a couple weeks. Maybe a little longer. Depends on how it goes. I’m really sorry that I have to leave you like this.”

You shook your head, “No it’s okay. I understand. You have a job to do. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.”

“You are welcome to stay here as long as you need and I always have my phone on me.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

He gave you another hug before leaving you to finish off the rest of your dinner alone.

Jimin left the following morning and with him being gone now you were left to continue trying to heal alone. You saw the photo album sitting on the dresser and realized you never properly thanked Yoongi for the book. Even though things ended badly he could’ve kept the book and never told you he had it and threw it into a fire or something instead but he had the decency to give it to you. Maybe a tiny part of you also hoped it would force him to say something to you and the two of you could talk.

Throwing on some clothes you called for a car and traveled over to his office building. The receptionist greeted you with a smile, “Hello Mrs. Min. It’s been a while.”

“Yes it truly has. I hope you’re doing well.”She nodded and reached for the intercom, “Mr. Min you have a visitor.”A few moments later there was a beep, “Who is it Areum?”

You gave her a look that you hoped translated to please lie and don’t tell him it’s me or he’ll never let me in. Thankfully it seems she got the message as she reached for the intercom again, “One of your partners.” Not completely a lie on her part.

“Send them in.”

You nodded a thanks and walked down the hall to the large oak double doors. The room was surprisingly warm and inviting. Yoongi was sitting behind his desk reading over some paper work when you cleared your throat. He looked up at you before returning back to the papers.

“What do you want Y/N?”

Suddenly you felt nervous and you were starting to regret even going there.

“Umm I just wanted to come and thank you in person for the photo album. I do really appreciate it. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”

“You’re welcome. Anything else?” He didn’t even look at you.

You got a sudden rush of confidence and decided to just go for it since it was clear he wasn’t going to bring it up.

“I just thought maybe we could talk about everything that happened?”

Yoongi scoffed, “So now you want to talk about things? Now you want to hear what I have to say?”

“Yoongi you have to understand and see it from my perspective. I was furious and hurt. At the time I didn’t think there would be any possible explanation that you could give me but I’ve had some time to think and I would like to hear your side of the story and then decide. Maybe we could figure out how to move forward together.”

He stood up and walked over to stand in front of you, so close you could smell his cologne. The familiar scent of cinnamon and vanilla making your stomach churn.

“I did understand Y/N. I knew it looked bad and how much that message hurt you. My heart broke just at the thought of you having to see that. That’s why I begged and pleaded with you to stay and give me a chance to explain.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I was hurt and scared and angry, but I want us to discuss this now.”

“Why does is matter any more Y/N? You said your peace the other day. If you’re always going to just assume the worst of me no matter what I do then what’s the point? Why should I even try to be better? You said it yourself, I’m unlovable. I’m not going to force you to into the miserable life that I’ve created for myself. We’ll go to public events together and pretend to be a happy loving husband and wife and then we’ll go our separate ways until we’re forced to meet again. Maybe you’ll meet someone who will love you like you deserve behind closed doors instead of just for show.”

Before you could speak he reached for the intercom, “Areum please come see Y/N out.”

A few seconds later she opened up the door smiling and gesturing for you to exit. Yoongi leaned up against the front of his desk with his arms crossed. The unreadable expression on his face made you want to cry.

“Oh Y/N before I forget.”

You spun around so fast you were dizzy.

“There’s a charity event happening next Saturday. We’re expected to attend together. A car will pick you up.”

He turned and walked back to his chair taking a seat without sparing you another look.

You quietly followed his secretary feeling the familiar burning sensation in your eyes as tears began to form.

Areum gave you a small smile before again gesturing towards the elevator doors.

“Can I get you a coffee or a bottle of water for the road Mrs. Min?”

Shaking your head you gave a small smile and headed towards the elevator. Once inside with the metal doors blocking you from view you finally let go of the tears you’d been holding in. You’ve never had someone in your life that could make you feel the way he did. One day you hate his existence and the next you’re pinning for him in ways you never thought you would.

You and Yoongi didn’t speak the rest of the week other than the one text you got telling you the details of the event.

When Saturday came around you couldn’t have been less excited if you tried. The thought of being around Yoongi while he ignored you made you want to cry so you weren’t sure how you were going to get through the night with him.

You walked down through the lobby to the waiting car. The driver greeted you before opening the door and helping you in. You stumbled a little when you saw Yoongi sitting in the seat next to you. You fully expected him to arrive separately but there he was.

The ride to the event was silent. Several times you attempted to bring yourself to speak but the words would never come out. The car finally pulled up to the Seoul Museum of Art where the event was being held and you were relieved to be able to get out of the suffocating car.

Once outside the vehicle the familiar feeling of dread hit when you saw all the cameras and droves of people. You jumped a little when Yoongi placed a hand on your lower back. He didn’t say anything but started guiding you up the stairs to enter the building. It was hard to decipher if he was doing this out of genuine concern for you knowing how uneasy the attention made you feel or just as a show for the photographers which made you want to cry even more. Once inside you expected him to run off but he stayed by your side although not speaking to you except to ask if you’d like a drink.

His father came up to you giving you a kiss on the cheek, “I just have to borrow your husband for a little bit. Don’t worry. I’ll return him in one piece.” You smiled and watched as the two walked off and you were left standing alone. You really wished Jimin was there with you but unfortunately he was still away on business so you stood off to the side trying to go unnoticed.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man eyeing you. You didn’t recognize him at all and the way he looked at you made you uncomfortable. You were scanning the room hoping to get a sighting of Yoongi or anyone that you knew when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hi Y/N, how have you been?”

“Oh my god, hi Namjoon! Why am I not surprised to see you here?”

“Well this is one of my favorite events of the year.”

You laughed, “Fair enough. How’s the new job going?”

“It’s not bad. I like the work. Just wish I didn’t have to move so far out of the city. You still taking lessons?”

“Yeah here and there. My new teacher isn’t as good though.”

He chuckled, “Well I was one of the best if I do say so myself.”

Playfully you rolled your eyes, “Always so humble Namjoon.”

“Come on Y/N. Let’s go get a drink.”

Noticing the strange man still staring at you from across the room you quickly agreed to follow Namjoon.

A bell rang through the venue signaling the auction was about to begin. Various pieces of art were set to be auctioned off with the proceeds being split between the museum and the local children’s hospital. Even though you wished to stay with Namjoon you knew it would be best for show to sit with your husband. Luckily you were able to easily find him sitting next to his parents. When you walked over you gave a small smile and he removed his suit coat from the seat he was saving for you. A small gesture that made your heart swell.

You happened to look a few rows behind you and you gasped. The same man from earlier was sitting right there staring at you once again. You told yourself it was all a coincidence but something still felt off. Yoongi gave you a questioning look but you ignored it and sat down instead, secretly happy to have him by your side.

The auction was interesting to say the least. You’d never been to one before and you’d be okay if you never went again. You watched as rich people spent a disgusting amount of money on various works of art just because they could. At least it was going to a good cause you thought.

“If there’s anything you want just go ahead and bid. I’m sure Yoongi here won’t mind.”, your mother in law said leaning over her son to get your attention.

“I’ll keep an eye out.”, you said politely knowing that Yoongi would definitely mind.

Through the night nothing really caught your eye anyways. There were a few beautiful pieces here and there but nothing you’d be willing spend that kind of money on. Then the auctioneer announced a one of a kind piece by a young up and coming artist named Hyunjin. You’d seen his work before as most of it included various flowers and this was no exception. A gorgeous water color painting of a large bouquet of blue hydrangeas with just a touch of sparkle when it caught the light just right. Instantly you knew you were going to try and get this one. Before you could even bid though the price shot up to 12 billion KRW. Your mouth dropped open. Even though it was technically Yoongi’s money you couldn’t bring yourself to spend that much on a painting. It did look beautiful though. You hoped that whomever purchased it would treasure it as much as you would.

“Going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman in the fifth row.”, you heard the auctioneer announce.

Feeling movement next to you is when you noticed Yoongi stand and walk down to the front to grab the ticket that he would use to claim the beautiful painting. When he walked back over he handed you the ticket and took his seat next to you without saying a word. You looked down at the ticket and smiled. He had bought the painting for you.

It was amazing how long these events lasted. You felt liked you’d been there for hours and you still had to get through dinner. Yoongi had excused himself and went to sit over at another table where he began talking about numbers and things. You noticed the same man from earlier sitting a few tables over with his eyes still on you as he sipped from a glass of whiskey. Feeling uncomfortable and suffocated you grabbed your clutch deciding you needed some fresh air so you exited through the front door. The cool air felt great. It felt refreshing. You were standing off to the side watching the various people move about when you felt a presence next to you. Peeking over to your right your heart skipped a beat. That same man from earlier was now standing right next to you. “How are you Y/N? I know that you’ve been noticing me all night. Why didn’t you come say hello?”, he asked. His voice nasally making your skin crawl like you just heard nails on a chalk board.

“You’re very beautiful Y/N. Yoongi is a very lucky man.”, he continued. Looking around for an escape you realized that you’d have to walk right past him to get back to the front entrance that you came out of which seemed like a bad choice being that he could easily grab you that way. Instead you decided to try walking around the building because surely there had to be another entrance a long the way. As you made your way around and you got further away from the hustle and bustle of the front entrance, things got quieter. You heard your heels on the cement but you could also hear footsteps behind you. Looking back you confirmed your fears. The walk to the back of the building was significantly longer than you had anticipated and you were really regretting your choice of shoes. You did your best to power walk without breaking an ankle.

Feeling more and more nervous you began reaching into your clutch to find your phone. You were going to call Yoongi or Namjoon or even your in-laws. Anyone to help. The man saw that as a distraction on your part and an excuse to quicken his step running up next to you just before you could turn the corner. He grabbed your arm quickly pinning you up against the cold brick of the building.

He was much larger than you. His cologne was strong and not pleasant, kind of like a wet dog ran threw a perfume factory. He saw you still scrolling through your phone so he grabbed it tossing the device on the ground. “Come on Y/N, we’re not going to do that now.”

“Seriously who are you and how do you know so much about me?”, you asked.

“That’s not important right this moment. What is important is that you let me get what I want without a fight?”

You scoffed, “Someone will come looking for me. They probably already are.”

The man laughed, “You mean Yoongi? Do you really think he cares about you? If he did then he wouldn’t have been cheating on you most of your marriage. He wouldn’t have been hooking up with Suri a week before your anniversary and lying to you about it. He’s probably got one of the waitresses bent over in a bathroom stall right now as we speak. He doesn’t care about you Y/N. Never has and never will.”

You could feel tears begin to form. The man placed his hands on your hips leaning in like he was going for a kiss. Quickly you turned your face away from him. He pulled you a little closer.

“Maybe that Namjoon might care about you from what I’ve heard but I’m sure he knows better than to cross that boundary.”

You continue to try and wiggle free but he had a hard grip on you.

“Please just stop. Let me go.”

“I don’t think so sweetheart. I’ve wanted this for a long time and the fact that you are Yoongi’s is going to make this that much sweeter.”

The man kissed your cheek then your neck. You tried to push him away but he had moved his hands to grip your wrists.

You had your eyes screwed shut so you didn’t even see or feel anyone else come up to the two of you but you heard a loud deep voice speak which startled you,

“Get the fuck away from her.”

“Yeah or what?”

No words were spoken after that but you flinched when the man suddenly fell to the ground after taking a hard punch to the side of his face. You looked down at the unconscious man before turning your attention over to the person that threw the punch.

You stared at him your mouth open in shock, “What are you doing here?”

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tymika-rose · 9 months

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Aloha to everyone who comes across this post,

If you don’t know- Maui, Hawai’i has underwent the most devastating, traumatic tragedy thus far. The presence of Hurricane Dora has caused great winds to pick up rapidly, causing destruction & a mass wildfire to spread; completely engulfing the historic town- Lāhainā.

Homes were burnt to ashes, businesses, schools, churches EVERYTHING. The people of Lāhainā have experienced a burdening loss of their land & home, some have lost a pet, or/and a family member💔There are still ppl missing; bodies still being found (floating in the ocean, burnt in cars with their ohana or holding on to their other half )

It is truly like a scene out of a movie, but worse. An apocalyptic scene. A destructive heartbreak to all of Hawai’i. All in all, this is history in the making.

I am sharing this hoping it reaches those near & far so the word can spread. If you feel it in your heart to help in any way possible please read each photo thoroughly, repost, share, follow, donate, or simply just understand that right now Maui is not open for travel. Right now Maui residents are stranded; no running water, electricity, food, clothes, gasoline, cell service etc.

They need time to come back from this. WE need time to HELP them; right now all the people of Hawai’i have been coming together to help but tourism will only be getting in the way; will only be using up the valuable resources that the people of Lāhainā need more than ever right now.

If you reach this, Mahalo🤍🤙🏽

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@gem.in.eye

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mapileonxputellas · 1 year

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Spanish or Dating? (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Sorry for the long break but updates will be a lot more frequent now. In honour of the Leila and Ona photo from this weekend which had everyone freaking out even though Leila had someone else there. Note: translations are at the bottom (google translate before my Spanish wrong) Feel free to send in your requests. 3k words x

Spanish or dating? That age old question.

Sometimes it can be one or the other, sometimes it can be both. In this case your nationality was known, the both of you were Spanish and there was no hiding that. Your relationship on the other hand was something you’d never felt the need to make a statement about, not to mention how amusing it was to the both of you that no-one had figured it out yet. Family and close friends from back home knew but no-one else.

You weren’t exactly hiding it, you regularly posted photos of each other cuddling or quite close but your nationality stereotype meant no-one ever connected the dots. Not the fans or your teammates.

The both of you moved over to Manchester in 2020, however your alliances spread to different sides of the city. Ona moving to Manchester United from Levante and you making the move to City from Barcelona where you had been an up-and-coming prospect in need of game time after two years with the Spanish giants.

The two of you already knew each other from the national team however your times in Barcelona did not overlap. You started off as roommates, turned friends, turned best friends, turned girlfriends.

It was March 2020 when you both separated to go back and spend the pandemic with your families in Spain it became clear how much you really did mean to each other and when you both moved back to start the new season you made the first move. Nearly three years later you were stronger than ever.

Of course it helped that Deyna, Leila and Laia were also in Manchester now and it was no longer always just the two of you hanging out all the time but still very few rumours circled around you both.

“Where’s Y/N?” It felt like your flat was never empty, both of your teammates were regulars at your flat and this time it was the united players spread around your living room with Ona.

“She’s gone shopping after training.” Ona answered Ella’s question as the two of them along with Alessia and Millie spread out on the sofas after their own session. “She should be back soon.”

“Do you think she’d mind if we ordered pizza?”

“You know she would.” Whereas United had just come from a win at Old Trafford you had a late night training session preparing for your game against Arsenal tomorrow. Any other day you would be up for it but tonight you told the girls you would cook for them when you got back.

Out of the two of you, you were definitely the stricter one and whereas Ona was seen by fans as almost this ball of fluff, you were almost the complete opposite. Slightly intimidating when you needed, always tense on the pitch to be but around your friends you were just like Ona.

“Cariño estoy en casa” You shouted as you opened the door to your flat.

“The girls are already here, we’re in the lounge.” Ona replied.

“Hi Y/N.” Ella also shouted.

“Hi Ella. Hi girls.” You got a replies back from the rest of the group as you stuck your training gear in the corner and quickly nipped into your shared room to change into some sweats, otherwise known as Ona’s sweats.

The empty spare room, which people presumed was your room holding your summer clothes as the wardrobe you shared in your room was a free for all of both your winter clothes.

Before you then joined them in the living room, a smile on your face as you took in Ona in your clothes. “Good game?”

“A great game if you can beat Arsenal tomorrow.” Alessia answered.

“I mean we’ll try but not for you.” You said before moving to stand behind Ona, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek as your hands found cradled her chin. “Gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella”

“Gracias, ¿cómo estuvo tu día, querido?” She said pressing a kiss to your own cheek as she looked up at you.

“Buena, now who’s ready for some chicken pasta?” Even though you would consider yourself a good cook that was your signature dish, a creamy chicken pasta which everyone seemed to love and seemed appropriate both pre and post-match.

“You know Y/N if you don’t find someone soon I’ll marry you.” Alessia commented.

“Very funny,” Ona dry laughed before jumping out of her seat and wrapping her arms around your waist as you hugged her back, her lips again finding your cheek.. “She’s mine.”

“All yours, now come on.”

It was moments like this, moments that happened often, that for anyone else might spark rumours but no-one in the room batted an eyelid.

You were just Spanish.

……

“I didn’t know Ona was coming today.” Leila asked Y/N as they sat in the changing room the next afternoon at half time, having heard rumours of a certain Spaniard in the crowd.

“Yeah she mentioned she would come. Check out the composition.” You said tying your boots once again. “I think Ella was coming with her.”

“Did you see her before you left this morning?”

“I did.” I mean it would be hard not to when you woke up in her arms every morning. “She made me a coffee.”

“God you two are like a little old married couple.”

“Shut up.”

It wasn’t exactly uncommon either to attend matches other than your own and that’s how Ella and Ona found themselves at the Academy stadium the next morning watching City beating Arsenal in the second half. With a two goal cushion the game was fairly safe with only ten minutes left and with that Ella’s attention turned to the Spaniard.

“I heard someone in training today say they were going to ask you about Y/N…. see if she’s single.”

“Did you?” She kept a straight face going between the actual game and the game on her phone.

“Would you mind? See if she’s up for going on a date.”

“Ask her yourself.”

“You know I saw something interesting yesterday, I don’t snoop and I wasn’t like looking but Y/N said I could borrow her nail file and I went to go and get it but then I kind of saw the photo.”

“What photo?”

“The photo on your bedside table…. The one of you kissing.”

“Well I guess you did need a little help working it out” Ona knew you wouldn’t be angry about your secret unravelling and she wasn’t either. “Surprise.”

“What the fuck? You’re actually dating, like actually dating.”

“Like actually dating.” Ona imitated the confused English woman.

“For how long.”

“Nearly three years now.”

“Shut up, you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“So all that time, you weren’t just being overly friendly with her.”

“You’re so smart Ella, well done.”

“Shut up, I actually can’t believe this.”

One almost wished she had lied and made an excuse about the photo when Ella then wouldn’t stop asking questions about her relationship for the rest of the match. When the final whistle rang the two of them stayed up in the stands until the majority of the crowd had left and the two of them could make their way down to the city girls.

“Hey girls.” You came over all sweaty from playing the full ninety minutes in the midfield giving Ella a quick hug before wrapping your arms around Ona. You would have stayed there much longer had it not been for Laia and Leila coming over to greet their Spanish teammate before moving over to the rest of the lingering crowd. “Starting to worry about us?”

“No way.” Ona answered, wrapping her arms around you once again to whisper in your ear. “Ella knows.”

“Ella knows what?” You questioned the midfielder.

“That you two have been sneaking around, behind our backs.” She pouted. “I can’t believe I missed all the signs, it was so obvious.”

“You’re telling me, I mean the only thing you didn’t do is walk in on us.”

“I’m never walking into your flat unannounced again.”

“Yeah, don’t do that.” The smirk you and Ona shared reminded you of that moment less than a year ago when your secret was nearly unveiled.

“Ona! Y/N! I’ve brought donuts.”

That was the last thing you wanted to hear in that moment, Leila’s voice resounding around the flat. She made the move to Manchester less than a week ago and you were really here only friends in the city.

The problem was that yourself and Ona had been celebrating your second anniversary which fell in the midweek and one thing had led to another causing you both to be left naked in your bed at not even 8 o’clock.

“Where are you both?” That made you realise that not only was Leila in your flat you could hear her footsteps and it wouldn’t be too long before she reached your door.

“Don’t come in.” Ona shouted to her, scrambling out of the bed and tugging the nearest clothes on “We’re in here, I’m just getting changed and Y/N’s in the bathroom.”

“Why did you say that?” You whispered.

“I panicked, what was I meant to say ‘oh sorry we were in bed together’.”

“Why is she not in her own bathroom?” Leila’s voice came again.

“Erm, the shower broke. She had to borrow mine.” Thankfully Ona made that up on the spot but it still wasn’t convincing.

“Okay.” Leila didn’t sound convinced but let it go. “I’ll be in the living room, I’ve got donuts.”

“Thanks Leila.” Ona said, pulling you back into her. “I can’t believe she chose now to turn up.”

“Get some clothes on.” You ordered, pressing a kiss to her pouting lips. “I guess I better dampen my hair a bit.”

@Y/Nfan1: Saw Y/N and Ona at the match cuddling today after the match. We love our Spanish besties.

……

To Ella’s credit she never said a word about what she knew, well at least to your knowledge.

The first time the fans had even the slightest inkling that something more could be going on and clocked onto your previous moments together was at Leila’s birthday.

You couldn’t arrive with Leila as you promised Ellie and Alex you would get ready with them but that just meant you had the joy of watching her reaction as you arrived. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t clocked her immediately, your white suit that she had obviously borrowed took your breath away as her eyes trailed on your figure in just a black wrap dress.

“Hola.” You greeted Laia, Deyna and Leila who were also at her end of the table, a seat spare between Ona and Laia. “You all look stunning.”

“Not as stunning as you, mi hermosa.” Leila said, wrapping her arms around you as you sat down, Ona’s arm immediately coming to rest on the top of your chair, her fingertips lightly dragging over your exposed collarbone. “Maybe we can find you a girl tonight.”

You didn’t have to look at Ona to say she would be pissed off by that comment, a little scowl forming on her face but the indicator was the hand which came to grip your thigh underneath the silk material of your dress. “No way, tonight is all about you Miss Ouahabi.”

Thankfully someone else distracted you and that left you free to speak to the girl to your left.

“You look incredible tonight mi vida.” You whispered in her ear, noticing the glass of wine already in front of you. “Is this for me?”

“All for you, just like you’re mine later.” She whispered back discreetly, squeezing your thigh. “I can’t believe you’ve got me hanging out with the enemy.”

“We hang out with them all the time and I’m always with your teammates.”

“Yeah but not like the full time, we haven’t done that in a long time.”

“Well we’ll all be together next week.” Next week it was your birthday and you were having a little soiree, you wouldn’t call it a party as you didn’t want your flat to be trashed but teammates from both sides of Manchester were being invited.

One thing you love and hated about Leila was that girl knew how to party. Loved because she knew how to have a good time and therefore you were able to let loose for the night having beat Chelsea earlier in the day. Hated because that left you and Ona very tipsy and therefore boundaries you usually had were smashed into smithereens.

“Let me take a photo.” Leila said just as you were about to suggest maybe it was time to go home and stop drinking before you were at risk of throwing up. “My senoritas.”

You had to make room to all fit in the photo frame and that meant squashing up so you were half on Ona’s chair, almost on her lap as your arm wrapped around her waist. That move left yours and Ona’s lips barely inches away from each other and as you looked her in the eye all you could think about was just tipping your head forward and placing your lips on hers.

“Cheese girls.” Leila broke you out of your spell as you turned to look at Alanna taking the photo.

Alanna took the photo and Laia went to go and sit back down again but before you moved back you turned to Leila. “Can you take one of just Ona and I?”

“Of course.”

You would never have done this stone cold sober and neither would Ona but that would be tomorrow’s problem as you moved so you were sat on Ona’s knee sideways, facing the camera as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“You two are so cute.” Esme commented from further down the table. “Lauren would never take a photo like that with me.”

“Shut up.” You heard Lauren shout back to her former roomie but you focused back on the camera.

It was too good not to post the photo. Even with your blurry eyes you could see the love in both of your eyes in the multiple photos Leila had took, some of you looking at the camera but one really stood out for you. The both of you were looking at one another, your hands clasped together in your lap as you couldn’t help but laugh at whatever someone must have said.

Nothing could stop you posting it, tagging Ona and leaving the caption ‘mi vida’ with a love heart and as you woke up to a few comments the next morning suggesting you were maybe something more than just Spanish you couldn’t help but pull your girlfriend closer to you, prepared to let this unravel together.

…..

Birthdays with Ona were your favourite. You would have been happy with just spending the day with her but thankfully you had both played your games yesterday and so your wish and more could come true. She was the most thoughtful person you knew from breakfast in bed to a spa day together in a fancy hotel, something you had being wanting to do for a while, and then a fancy meal together.

Now you were stood in your kitchen, all your friends around you as you sipped on your favourite cocktail.

“Have you had a nice birthday?” Millie asked coming to wrap her arms around your shoulders. “Has our girl spoiled you?”

“I’ve had the best day. We went out today and she got me some concert tickets.” Not to mention the trainers and clutch bag you had been eyeing for months but that was maybe too much to not be suspicious.

“Ready!” You had no idea who shouted that but all of a sudden the lights went out, Ona appearing from the doorway with a cake full of candles in her hand. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Y/N. Happy birthday to you!”

This felt like the moment as you blew out the candles, everyone cheering and Ona set down the cake next to you to be able to wrap her arms around you. You had your girl, you had all your friends around you and more importantly you just felt content.

“Ready?” You whispered in Ona’s ear, she recognised the look on your face and knew what was coming as you cradled her chin, bringing your lips down onto her own.

“Oh my….” You heard someone shout as you pecked her lips again.

“I’m no expert but I don’t think Spanish people do that with everyone.” Lauren questioned. “Wait are you two dating?”

“We are.” Ona confirmed.

“How long has this been going on?”

“We got together nearly three years ago.” You answered Hayley’s question. “I can’t believe it took you this long to work it out and we basically did the work for you.”

“Did anyone know?” Chloe asked. “I can’t believe this has been right in front of our eyes and we didn’t connect the dots.”

“Who’s their favourite?” Ella stepped forward. “I am, I knew.”

“How did you know and I didn’t?” Laia asked.

“We didn’t exactly tell Ella, she found out.” You told everyone.

“In other words I found a picture of them kissing and they had to spill their little secret.” Ella teased you both. “Don’t get it out by the way, I had to bleach my eyes when I saw it.”

“Very funny.”

“Wait…” Leila’s spoke up. “You weren’t in the shower that time were you?”

You and Ona couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, your reaction a stark difference to everyone’s confused looks and Leila’s disgusted face.

“I’ll let you work that one out for yourself.”

This time you left no room for confusion. Alanna once again had been the perfect camerawoman, ready on call to snap a photo of the kiss. You cake in the background and your arms wrapped around her neck as hers went around your waist.

‘Spanish or dating?”

Estoy en casa – Honey, I’m home

gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella – great win my little superstar

Gracias, ¿Cómo estuvo tu día, querido? – Thank you, how was your day my dear?

Buena – good

#ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle oneshot #ona batlle x reader #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #man city women imagine #man city women #man united #manchester united #manchester united women #man united women #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #espwnt

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rubyroboticalt · 8 days

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QBLR QUARTERLY WEEK 2!

Minecrafters grab your pickaxes, and catch up on the QBLR QUATERLY! What's up guys, update just dropped! It sure is something to try and decipher, huh. We've got pages of new stuff to go over, so let's catch up on all the events and mishaps that happened on the server this week!

Desnay finishes his base, and Perrito has a concert!

A new emote touches the server, it's the purple guy stand emote. Surely, nothing can go wrong with that emote and so many creatures around.

Smashing last week's record, Cheez logs a total of just under four full 24-hour days on the server. It has been up for 9 days. Does this man sleep? Eat? Stretch maybe?

All this just in time for a special server event! The dark magician who clears dropped items every 15 minutes gathers up all the creatures running around the island, and distributes them to groups of carers! This goes about as well as you'd think for a server of people in the prime age to develop baby fever over a voxel egg.

And for folks who would rather remain childfree, no need for concern! Planned Parenthood opens a clinic on the server where both reproductive health and world hunger concerns can be addressed. Any unwilling parents can pick up an Abortion In A Bottle free of charge!

Of course, there are plenty of folks who have other ventures going on, including the theatre kids' first outpost on the server, and some autistic minecraft behaviors. No, I mean some really autistic minecraft behaviors. This is impressive.

The theme of this week's builds is farms! A lovely community farm where everyone on the server is coming together to create a seed vault and garden that anyone can take a seed from if they're missing a plant.

And of course, there are plenty of new seeds and plants found and collected by the several intrepid world border expeditions! All four borders were reached this week. The border is 30k x 30k in length and width.

If you thought there was only one server event this week, you'd be wrong! Due to timezones and lag reasons, a second creature event was planned and held a day after the original! This event came with complementary drugs!

With two creature events down, the creatures start settling into their new homes and bonding with their new carers. Some creatures are kept in utmost safety, and others partake in activities that perhaps a creature should not be partaking in. As of yet, there are no family vloggers on the server, so that's a win.

While Nightmare Stalkers are nightmarish as the name suggests for the first few nights of having such vulnerable creaturess around, they quickly become nothing more than a regular nuisance. As such, traps and poisons to dispatch them swiftly are set up around the server.

But wait, there's more! That's right it's a third creature event batch! The final group of creatures are assigned carers and begin to settle in.

With all these creatures now assigned, a creature task system begins to be implemented, and carers take photos of the tasks with their creatures to earn tokens. These tokens ARE valuable.

Otherwise, all the creatures begin to make their mark on the world, with players also building many important venues and farms for the server. This includes the server's XP farm, a mob farm designed for lag easing while still providing XP.

And, of course, there are shenanigans aplenty with creatures and residents alike, including picnics, pole dance classes, abyss exploration, and the birth of G-dzilla.

And the second week of the server is aborted peacefully.

#qblrsmp #qblr quarterly #ruby tv #we also had our first discourse but it was handled peacefully and maturely because reading comprehension is a rule on the server.

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gucciwins · 8 months

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guitarist y/n and harry update???? if possible

Mrs. Styles update: please forgive me 😭 life got so busy after the final show. here's a small blurb 🤍 1.7k ps: please go easy on me, do not speak Italian 🫣

After 168 shows tonight, Harry would be saying goodbye to go home and rest. He was tired but so happy. It was evident on his face whenever he talked to anyone who would listen. Y/N and Harry had said goodbye to tours before, but saying goodbye tonight to Love on Tour was hard. The tour was a love story, and Harry knew when looking back at all the videos and photos in the documentary being made, he would be able to see how his love grew for Y/N. She went from being his friend to girlfriend, fiance, and wife.

Y/N had been extra emotional during the last few shows. Harry knew she loved touring. It was her favorite thing to be on stage. It’s something they shared a similar love for. After she opened for him on his final night in Wembley, performing songs she wrote and vowed to never share, she came off stage buzzing, saying she couldn’t believe he did that every night. Harry had to remind her she did it, but she stated it was different. That final night had been his favorite because he had never seen his wife with that joy. It was something he wanted to see her experience again and again. He knows she’d never pursue a solo career, but she could play venue shows if she wanted. Y/N has a large fanbase that would go out to support her, and it’s not because of who she’s married to. Y/N won everyone’s heart long before they gave in to each other.

Tonight, no one could go longer than five minutes without crying. It was the end of the tour, and the love band would go to rest until Harry called everyone up to come back for the next world tour. Harry knew everyone needed to rest and reset because while everyone loved music and touring, there were times when everyone was feeling homesick. Many thought Harry and Y/N had it easy because they got to tour the world together, and while it was like that 99 percent of the time, the one percent sometimes won them over. It had them lying in bed, craving to return to the familiar four walls they called home instead of another hotel. Y/N missed when her sister would call and tell her about a project or how she was talking to this boy. Y/N got upset when Lila went to her first sleepover, and Y/N was not there to drop her off and pick her up. She heard all about it through Facetime, and while some would say it was good enough, it wasn’t for Y/N. Harry understood where his wife was coming from. His mother would call to update him on family events or who had invited her to dinner. Gemma would tell him about her podcast, dinner plans, and how she missed him. While Harry knew he had Y/N’s conditional love, it was easy to get lost in everything one might have missed. Although, at the end of the night, he always knew he was right where he was meant to be, in the arms of his wife.

Italy is special to Harry and Y/N. It’s a big reason Harry decided to have the final show be in Emilia Reggio. Italy is a place Y/N and Harry call home. It’s a city that has always treated them with love and privacy. Speaking Italian allowed them to blend in and become one with the community. For the final show, their family was coming out to support them. Harry had his mother, aunts, uncles, and cousins coming. He had friends he met early on in his career and his closest team members. Y/N’s mother and her thirteen-year-old sister were making the journey. Harry knew he’d have to share his wife for some time, but it was worth it to see that radiating smile. Her grandparents, Barbara and Trent, were also attending, and he looked forward to spotting them in the crowd. Y/N had her best friends joining. While she loved the band Harry and she had created, she held a special spot in her heart for the first friends she made when she picked up the guitar for the first time and decided to join a band. It changed her life for the better. It would be amazing to have everyone who loved and supported him through the years. It would be special because he had surprises that no one was prepared for, not even Y/N.

Y/N was nervous.

Harry had promised her 100k would not feel too much, but looking at the sea of people, she felt a wave of nausea. Something she wasn’t used to experiencing. Y/N was known for being calm and collected but currently was the opposite. Her hands couldn’t stop sweating, and she only managed to eat two spoonfuls of soup before she felt like throwing up.

It was the final show making her emotions go crazy, but she knew it wasn’t the only factor. She had been keeping a secret to herself, and it seemed that it would be coming out today because while Y/N wanted Harry to enjoy this special day, how she felt had left him on edge.

“Baby, I-I we can have the doctor check you out,” he offered as Y/N drank mineral water because it kept her feeling better.

Y/N knew now was the time to tell him the news. Instead of answering him, she walked over to her bag and reached into a small zipper, pulling out five pregnancy tests. She took five because she didn't believe it when she took the first two. Then, when the three others were straight positives, did she accept it. Y/N remembered how she felt finding out a few days ago and now would be sharing it with Harry. He followed behind her as she set them on the bathroom vanity. Harry looked at what she placed while Y/N looked at his face, hoping to memorize his reaction. She knows this story is one she will be excited to share with their kids one day.

Harry’s green eyes widened in surprise. He picks up one that reads “pregnant” on the digital screen. Two others say the same, and two show a deep pink line. He turns his head to meet Y/N’s eyes, and she can see the tears beginning to fall.

“You’re pregnant,” he breathes out. “You’re pregnant.” It’s clear he’s trying to wrap his head around the news. It’s something both of them have discussed openly. Harry and Y/N loving their siblings dearly and having the relationship they have with them is what allowed them to decide they did see themselves having children. Y/N knew she’d have more than one, but one was an excellent way to start.

“I’m pregnant,” she confirms in a soft voice. “I know it’s a big day already, and don’t want to overshadow it, but it’s why I’ve been feeling weird.”

Harry shakes his head as if to stop her. “No, no. You’ve only made it more special, petal.” Tears run down his face, “we’re growing our family.”

“This–it’s still early days. Got to visit a doctor soon, but,” Y/N placed a hand over her heart. “I know it’s true. We’re starting a family, my love.”

He connects his lips to hers, sharing in his touch everything he feels for her and forever will. Y/N pours all her love into the kiss, accepting that while she has always had Harry, they are now growing their family.

It’s a perfect day for Harry and Y/N. One filled with love and kisses.

Now it is time for Harry and the Love Band to take the stage one last time.

Y/N stepped forward, passing her guitar over to Mitch, who gave her an encouraging smile.

“Ciao bellezza,” Y/N greeted the crowd. “So che potresti non volermi sentire, ma c'è qualcosa che devo dire a nome dell'intera band.” I know you might not want to hear from me but there is something I need to say on behalf of the entire band.The audience cheered, and she knew she was cleared to continue. Harry looked at her curiously but did nothing to stop her. Y/N approached him cautiously until she stood next to him. He could see her hand shaking, and without a second thought, he slipped it into his, raising it to his lips for a moment. He nodded his head encouragingly. Y/N knew she’d be okay.

“Thank you for your endless support. We feel it every night. It’s what makes getting on stage so special each time. I know a final show means a lot, and I know you wanted to make it extra special for us all, but I can promise you each night is special to us all.” Y/N looks out at the crowd and spots her family quickly. Lila has her arms wrapped around her Mum, blowing kisses with her free hand. Jeff and Glenne are crying while Brad records the special moment for everyone. “I know I’ll never forget this tour. If this is the last tour I ever get the chance to play, know that I’m leaving with memories that will last a lifetime. Thank you, Harry. We love you. I love you.”

Harry lets his tears run free, hugging her close to his chest. “You’re the worst, making me cry twice today.” Y/N giggles, kissing his cheek and letting him return to his show. The night moved on perfectly, the fans loving every second, and before they knew it, Harry’s team was rolling out a piano for the final song of the night.

The love band watched on as Harry played the final song he wrote for tonight. Y/N, the only person to step closer, was leaning on the piano, admiring Harry as she let her tears run down. Life would only improve, and she was excited to share that with Harry.

As Harry walked off stage with Y/N’s hand in his, he knew he left a part of his heart out on the stage, but the other bits were safe in Y/N’s hands. It always would be. Harry was going home to rest to be with his wife. His wife was carrying their child, a baby made out of love. The best gift to come out of “Love on Tour.” This secret would be theirs for a while, and when the time was right, they would share it with his amazing fans.

For now, he was heading home with his wife to rest.

#harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry fluff #harry styles x guitarist y/n #love on tour #love on tour reggio emilia

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bangtanhoneys · 4 months

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The Grammy Awards - Part Three.

Part 2

It was amazing how quickly the South Korean government could move when it needed to. The news had arrived on the President’s desk the moment the Grammy’s had ended in Los Angeles, 17 hours behind them. It was all over other various media sites as Seoul and the rest of the nation were waking up to the news that BTS had secured two Grammy wins with their female member, Grace Chu.

She had won 7 Rings - Record of the Year and In My Head - Album of the Year, with Bang-PD & PDogg also receiving their own Grammy’s as producers of the album. It was a huge accomplishment considering BTS had been up for similar awards so many times and had walked home empty handed every time. The fact that they had been even nominated was a huge accomplishment but now they could hold their heads up high and say their female member had won it for them.

The military had given Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi & Namjoon an extra day of leave after the news had arrived so they could be part of Grace’s welcome home party. The government had been quick to act - a hero’s welcome home for opening the door to the rest of the world of idols and K-Pop that a Grammy could be won.

Of course, some said it was because her song was in English and that she was British had a hand in it. Her citizenship was always a bone of contention amongst some Koreans that she had never given up her British identity, preferring to be dual. And there were the anti-fans who thought their groups deserved it more than she did, that she hadn’t done any hard work, hadn’t done any of the lyrics (although Grace had her name on every song credit) and it just continued as the news was pumped around.

No one cared though.

It came down to one simple thing: Grace Chu had won two Grammys in a single night, for an album she had worked her bum off for with two of the men that had always been number one supporters of her solo career.

HYBE were already making plans to open a special display for the awards, her costumes, and her dress and hype it up even more.

For Grace, it had been a blur. From the moment her name had been called for the first award, then the second, and then backstage where everyone had congratulated her and there were sooo many celebrities clambering to get a photo with her, and the boys were on the phone sending their congratulations and by the time they got back to the hotel with a police escort, Grace had simply asked: “What the hell has just happened?”

There was champagne, expensive bottles of it, being popped and her father had drunk at least one bottle on his own. Her mother had been calling Korea, telling their friends and family about the night and Sejin had been updating HYBE, Big Hit and the boys with what was going on.

Grace sat down next to Bang-PD and he reached over, putting his hand on her knee to pat it. “Hell of a night?” he asked, laughing.

“You could say that again,” she gently laughed and ran a hand over her face. She was more than ready to get the makeup off, get the dress off and have a long shower then crawl into bed. All the stress of the night had melted away the moment the hotel door opened.

“I’m proud of you though, Hea. You work exceedingly hard, double that of the boys and yet you never wanted anything at the end of the day. You simply go with the flow and if it happens, it happens. But look at what happened tonight - your performance and two awards in your name.”

“Our name,” Grace corrected with a grin. “Our name, PD-nim. You, me and PDogg. We each get our own in three months.”

“Three months?” he asked, looking horrified. “Hang on, I need to make some calls.”

She guessed he hadn’t heard that part when they had gone backstage to do photos and they had taken the awards off them, explaining that these were simply props and they would receive the actual ones in the post in three months.

Sejin sat down next to her and let out a large breath, running a hand over his face, through his hair and slipped his glasses off. “Wonder if they're doing room service right now?” he asked, wiping the corner of his eye.

“I could do with a big greasy burger with extra pickles and a cola,” Grace sighed. If there was going to be a cheat day, now would be it.

Bang-PD came back just as room service was bringing in trays of burgers and fries and cola, complimentary from the hotel for what she had won tonight. “Perfect timing,” he said as he swiped his own burger and took a seat next to his artist and her manager.

“So, want to hear some good news?”

Grace and Sejin turned to look at him, eyebrows raised with matching expressions as their mouths were taking a bite out of their burgers. It made Bang-PD laugh and he waved a hand, letting them carry on eating.

“I spoke to the Grammys, we can pick up the awards on the way to the airport. They are going to rush-order them as it were. Took a bit of talking but we did it and the President has been on the phone.”

“President of South Korea?” both Grace and Sejin asked.

“That one. He’s got the information of our flight tomorrow and we’re landing in Incheon around 5:30pm so he’s going to roll out the red carpet as it were. It’s going to be a big hero’s welcome - press, photos, a little bit of a speech, and the boys are going to be there. They're off but they’ve been asked to come in their military dress for the day.”

“Jin is going to hate that,” Grace laughed as she threw the extra pickles in her mouth. “So is Yoongi.”

“From what I’ve heard, they're planning their own celebration dinner for you, us, and their families. So be warned,” Bang-PD said as he reached over to wipe some sauce from her chin.

“You always look after me,” Grace grinned as she took a napkin and wiped at her chin anyway.

“You are his favourite after all,” Sejin mentioned.

Their flight was leaving Los Angeles at 10:50am so everyone said their goodnights and went to bed. The next morning, it was a bit of a hurry to get the crew moving though Grace’s parents had opted to stay an extra day to avoid the chaos that would be awaiting them when they got home.

The airport was chaotic anyway and they had managed to get to the first class lounge without much issue even though there were plenty of people with cameras and phones out. The Grammy Awards, which had arrived three hours ago as promised, were locked in a large briefcase which went on with Bang-PD and a bodyguard and had to have special clearance.

For Grace, it was still a bit of a blur. She hadn’t fully processed what had happened and she hadn’t fully realised the magnitude of winning such an award was going to bring to her, the boys, the company and the country.

BTS had always talked about how the goal was a Grammy and though they didn’t need one to know their success, it would have been nice to point at it and say ‘We won that.’ No one had ever talked about what winning one would actually mean in the grander sense of things - it opened the doors for other artists out of South Korea to put forward for an award. That anything was now possible thanks to Grace opening up that opportunity.

When she settled in her seat and they had taken off, she had sent a message to the group chat with the boys, unsure if any of them would be awake or active with the time difference.

‘On the flight home - it’s a 14-hour flight so I’ll see you at whatever time that is.’

Unsurprisingly, it was Yoongi who answered.

‘We have to wear our military dress uniforms. I hate you so much.’

Grace grinned and took a screenshot of the moment when her name flashed up on the screen when she had won her first Grammy and sent it over with the message: ‘Not my fault I won.’

He sent back a grumpy looking selfie but Grace knew underneath all that he was happy and excited and proud.

They were an hour away from landing when Sejin came over to her seat.

“So this is roughly how it’s going to happen - everyone is going off the plane first and us last. And then we’re going through like we normally do but they’ve laid out a red carpet and they're going to have military personnel lining the carpet. When we get to the doors, it’s the usual cameras, photos, bow and wave. There’s going to be a small stage with Bang-PD and we’ll have one Grammy out so they can take photos, answer a few questions and then finish.”

“All this because of the Grammys,” Grace groaned and rubbed her eyes. “They're making it sound like I won every championship in every sport for South Korea. Rather than it just being a music award.”

“They did this when Son Heung-min won his Golden Boot and they did this when the Parasite director, Bong Jun Ho came home after winning an Emmy,” Sejin reminded her.

“God help them when someone wins an award worth winning then,” Grace yawned as she stretched up her arms and started getting herself ready.

Her make up artist did a quick job of covering any eye bags and making her presentable, brushing out her long hair that had been tied up in a messy bun for the flight. It felt too much for something so little.

But then Grace had always been good at downplaying anything.

Even something as big as this.

She felt the nerves twist when the last passenger was off as was the rest of the team, leaving only Sejin, Bang-PD and three bodyguards left on the plane with Grace. The pilot bowed at her when she passed and thanked her for her contributions, to which she bowed back and thanked him for keeping her safe.

As predicted, there was a red carpet from where she stepped off the plane to the long hallway which would take her to arrivals. Her bags were already collected by the team that had got off before her.

Letting out a deep breath, Grace glanced towards Bang-PD who winked at her and gave her a gentle push forward so she would be the first one out of the doors with two bodyguards flanking her.

She bowed in thanks to those military personnel who lined the hallway for her and she could hear the noise the closer she got towards the doors though they had been closed and blocked off by military and police.

The moment they parted and the doors opened, the noise became overwhelming. Screams from fans, from the general public to ARMY, to the press as they all tried to get a picture as she stood there, bowing in thanks.

A hand on her back from Sejin gently pushed her towards a stand that was put up with a podium with a microphone on it, the backdrop a mix of big names like HYBE, Big Hit Entertainment, the Blue House, Korea Air and the Grammys. There Bang-PD pulled out one of the Grammys and handed it to her and for the first time, she could feel the proper weight of it.

The prop had been lighter, for obvious reasons, but this felt heavy with its full metal and she could see her name engraved on the plaque at the bottom - both in Korean and English.

Then the questions started.

Was she happy to be back home? 100%.

What did she think of her performance? She was very happy with it and happy it went to plan, there were no hiccups.

Did she wish the boys had been with her? Of course.

What did she think of the Grammys now she had won it?

The question made her pause and out of the corner of her eye, she could see her boys lined up at the side but at the back so they weren’t in the crowd. They were all watching but waved the moment she looked over.

“It’s a grand prize for a lot of hard work that myself, Bang-PD and PDogg have put into this. But I still think I’m undeserving of this when I know for a fact that Bangtan Sonyeondan is more deserving of it as a group rather than me as a solo artist. However, I’m proud and I’m proud that I’ve opened the door for others and that this brings honour to my family and to my country that I’ve called home since I was a child.”

It seemed the appropriate response as the crowd cheered and she stepped back, handing the award to Bang-PD so he could answer his questions.

She kept her eyes on the boys though.

One lot of people pleasing to get through with photos and then she could be out of here, back at HYBE with her people and onto the next thing.

She was out in record time with a police escort driving her from the airport to the company building, the Grammy briefcase now with her rather than Bang-PD who had gone to see the President of Korea himself.

“Noona!”

That’s all she needed to hear.

Her arms were trapped to her side as Jungkook rushed over, now in a t-shirt and shorts, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. Jimin and Taehyung soon followed, Hobi followed straight after that with excited yells and finally, they were joined by Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin.

“Thank god,” she sighed and leaned all her weight on her muscle bunny who happily accepted it. It felt good to be home, it felt good to be with her boys again. There was no need for more words even as the seven talked around her, mentioning the press conference.

“Hang on,” Grace laughed as she pulled away. “Let me go and wash my face and wake up. That was a long flight and I don’t even know what time it is.”

They pulled away enough for her to grab the briefcase and hand it over to Namjoon, who blinked rapidly at her. “You can deal with that,” she said and headed off to the bathroom, with Seokjin following.

“This is going to look really weird if someone comes in,” Grace grinned as she watched him glance at the door as it closed behind him. She splashed cold water on her face and scrubbed at the make-up, splashing more water on her face.

Seokjin handed over a towel and leaned against the radiator, shrugging. “I’m sure the boys are betting on what we’re actually doing but I just wanted to say hello and I’m proud of you.”

The make up was off which made her skin felt a hundred times better and it felt like she could breathe for once as she used the towel to dry away the droplets. When it was all done, she walked over to her boyfriend and rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I wished you had been with me,” she sighed.

“I know but your parents had a blast from the sounds of it and the night was meant to be about you and you only. Not me, not the rest of the guys, though wait till you hear the stories from when they were at mine - you’ll laugh your socks off,” he laughed and gave her a good squeeze, taking hold of her hand. “I’m very proud of you though.”

“Our time will come,” Grace nodded and smiled at the forehead kiss. “All eight of us.”

Her boyfriend dragged her back to the room where the rest of the boys were looking at the Grammy award, Namjoon holding one and Jimin holding the other.

“It doesn’t look like much, does it?” Taehyung mentioned. “All the prep, stress and everything else for something so small.”

“So what’s going to happen when they introduce us now? Is it going to be BTS with two time Grammy awarded singer, Grace Chu?” Yoongi asked, grinning over at his sister who glared at him and then gave him a good push on the other shoulder.

“Shut up. It doesn’t change anything, not for me anyway,” Grace sat down and shrugged. “If anything it’s more work because they’ll expect another album from me.”

“I’m going to say this now,” Namjoon started as he placed the award on the table. “We’re all very proud of you and we were watching with big smiles on our faces, though the outfit and dance moves need to be talked about. But regardless, she’s BTS. If anything, she’s become more important than me because everyone will want to see her more than us.”

Namjoon got a disgruntled look from his female member and he grinned in return. “Sorry noona, it’s time for you to step up to the plate now. I’ve done my job.”

“What job? I trained you, don’t forget,” Grace pointed out then pointed at each boy in return, especially Seokjin. “Don’t start getting all lackadaisical now. ARMY is waiting for us and you’ve all got months to go before some of you are back.”

“Yeah we need SK1,” Jungkook pointed out.

“Exactly,” Grace agreed.

“Anyway,” Hobi clapped his hands as he stood, distracting Seokjin from trying to strangle the youngest. “Let’s go and celebrate! Noona deserves to be wined and dined. And then sleepover?”

“Yeah Jin-hyung has plenty of space,” Jimin agreed as he helped lock up the Grammy award.

“I do?” the man in question asked just as Jungkook said, “Yeah he does. We can all sleep on the couch.”

Big Hit would later upload two photos from the boys to Grace - one with all of them together at the dinner, the Grammy Awards in the centre of the table and the second photo from Jungkook, taking a selfie with all of them fast asleep in the background.

The perfect welcome home for the two-time award winning singer, Grace Chu.

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #bts fic #bts fanfiction

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call-memissbrightside · 2 years

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Savior

Part One | Taglist: @shortstoriesbyher , @distinguishedlight, @eijiandkatspebble, @atsushiki

TW: Mentions of suicide attempt, depression, guilt, NSFW themes, please don't read if these topics are triggering for you.

“Pro-hero Dynamight has donated over a quarter million dollars towards mental health services in the city, with other heroes like Deku and Shoto matching those donations in a new campaign to shed light on how important —”

The news station droned in the background of Bakugou's office, neither Bakugou or Midoriya paying it any mind.

“How are you today?” Izuku Midoriya was worried.

He made it a point to check in with his friend multiple times a day after Katsuki crashed at his place when (Y/N) was admitted to the hospital and the doctor's kicked him out. Midoriya had never seen Bakugou so disheveled before, he stayed up all night and just let Katsuki cry out his fears. It'd been four weeks since (Y/N)'s suicide attempt, and Katsuki returned to work but not without causing some concern for Izuku.

"Fine." One worded answers were all Izuku was going to receive, but he continued to push. "Have you heard any new updates about (Y/N)?"

Dating for five years and living with one another for two of those years meant nothing to the hospital, Bakugou wasn't (Y/N)'s legal spouse and wouldn't release any details on her recovery. Her family would check in every once in a while, telling him only what he needed to know: she was healing and now in a treatment facility. Yet, Katsuki knew what they were thinking. How could he let her do this? Why didn't he call them when things got bad? What did he say to (Y/N) that drove her to the edge?

Regret was a constant with the hero, and he felt it weigh him down when he had a moment to himself. Irritation could be read on his face but Katsuki knew that Izuku was just trying to check in. The fucking nerd wouldn't have hurt (Y/N), he thinks. After the incident, Izuku forced Katsuki go to therapy, and the shrink talked about how he also was a victim and that guilt would be something he'd experience as he got through this.

"No." Bakugou's eyes glimpsed at the framed photo he had of (Y/N) on his desk, heart cracking more.

Clearing his throat, Katsuki tried not to cry but the tears were hot and blinding. Moving quickly, Izuku hugged his friend as Katsuki clunged to him tightly. Midoriya rubbed his back, biting back his own emotions.

"I'm sorry," Katsuki whispers, his red eyes seeking forgiveness in your photographed smile.

"You need to break up with him."

Your parents didn't like Bakugou before, but after your accident, they really didn't like him.

"I don't want to think about that right now." You couldn't look at your bandaged wrists, so instead you looked out the window to the courtyard of the hospital. The hospital was nice, the nurses and doctors were patient and understanding. You felt like you were in a white bubble of calmness, but your body and mind felt such a heavy fatigue after waking up in the hospital. It was the antidepressants they put you on, the doctors explained that it'd replace the bad thoughts with better ones. Yet, all you felt was exhaustion.

"But honey, he did this." Your mother couldn't say the word suicide out loud, she couldn't accept that you hurt yourself. So, instead Bakugou was the scapegoat, the reason as to why you were in the hospital.

You shook your head. "No, mom I did this. I put myself here and I'm sorry."

Your father tried to reason with you. "You can come home with us."

Again, you declined. "No, I think I'll stay here for a bit."

"In the hospital?" Your parents were worried, everyone was worried. Leaving meant facing what you did and dealing with the consequences and that made you anxious.

"No, I want to look at the birds for a bit longer," You mumble, eyeing a pair of doves playing in a birdbath.

You crack a smile. "They're a good omen, did you know that?" You ask no one in particular.

After a month in the hospital, Bakugou picked you up to take you home. Your parents weren't happy about the decision, but an agreement that Bakugou and you would go to couples therapy eased their concern.

You noticed immediately that he was dressed up, in a button down and nice jeans with a bouquet of flowers in his shaky hands.

"Thank you." Taking the flowers, you think it's sweet that he got you your favorite ones.

"Let me get your bag." Katsuki opened the door for you, something he normally didn't do.

You gave him a teasing smile. "What's gotten into you?"

Bakugou didn't take the joke, instead he looked hurt almost. "I missed you, missed doing things for you."

You were taken back by his vulnerability, your mood dropping because not even ten minutes out and already you were fucking everything up. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Helping you in the car, Katsuki cupped your face in his palms, giving you a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I want to show you that I deserve you," He whispered.

You were at a loss for words. The car ride was quiet, both souls feeling an unspoken sense of awkwardness.

You did this, you slouch in your seat at the thought.

Too soon, Bakugou parks in front of the house that you called home with him.

"Katsuki." Your voice cracks, and you clear your throat. He waits for you to continue, eyes staring at the front door while you take in how rigid his posture is. The flowers you were still carrying makes your nose tickle at how sickly sweet they smell.

"You don't need to be here, I don't want you to feel like you have to stay," You whisper lowly but the way his grip on the steering wheel tightens gives you reason that he heard you.

"I'm giving you an out," You continue. "I'll understand if my issues are too much for you to handle and you want to cut ties."

The idea of losing him makes tears gather, but you push on because since waking up in the hospital you've felt that now, he was truly being suffocated by you.

You jump from shock and slight pain, Bakugou's hand leaving just as quickly as he flicked your forehead.

"What are you going on about woman? I love you, and we'll get through this together." He's smiling, and you didn't realize how much you missed that until then.

You mirror his expression, and the little voice in your head whispers one last dark thought- I hope this is enough.

Things went back to a mockery of 'normal' for the two of you.

You were off work for another week, and were healing up your wounds even though you still refused to look at the stitches, and instead chose to wear long sleeve shirts. Bakugou took a few days off after your release, wanting to help you settle back in and take care of you.

You weren't used to all the attention.

Before, Bakugou and you coexist alongside one another, each doing their own thing and having moments through dinner or a TV show to check in with one another. Now, Katsuki was hesitant to leave you alone for too long, and would ask you constantly how you felt. You let him take you to the grocery store even if you were tired, or chatted with his friends in a public outing he forced you to attend with him, ignoring all the questioning looks as to why you were so quiet now.

Because you felt that you owed him.

One of the hardest truths to swallow after doing what you did was that you scared him. You let yourself drown, and left Bakugou to pick up the pieces. You didn't really want to die, you realized. It wasn't his fault, even if his words struck a cord and made the bad thoughts worse. You were the one to hurt yourself, and that was hard for you to wrap your head around. Not only that, but you hurt your best friend and you felt guilty.

"I don't want him to feel that he has to handle me like I'm on the verge of hurting myself again," You recount in couples therapy.

The therapist jots down your concern, before turning to hear Katsuki's response. He sits besides you on the couch, his knee brushing against your leg before he pulled away, sitting up and clearing his throat.

"I-I wasn't meaning to do that," Bakugou stuttered. You squeezed his hand reassuringly, letting the your joined hands rest in his lap.

Bakugou tries again. "I just know that I fucked up before, about not hearing her opinions and I want to make sure she knows that I'm here for her."

The therapist looks up from her notes, eyebrow arched. "What makes you think (Y/N) doesn't know that?"

You catch him glancing at your sleeve, hiding your bandage. Anger or maybe shame makes you blush and you want to pull away from him if only you knew it wouldn't hurt his feelings.

"So you think being mister nice guy will make me never want to kill myself again?" The bite in your voice makes him clench his jaw.

"Well isn't that why you did it in the first place, because of what I told you?" Bakugou challenged back.

The therapist calms down the situation, pulling you and Bakugou back.

"Bakugou, we expressed our apologizes for what occurred the night of (Y/N)'s attempt a few weeks ago. Why do you think you can't let that conversation go?"

"Because I hurt her. I blew up and I made her cry." Emotions made him choke, but he continued on. "I let my frusterations and anger get the best of me, and I didn't try to fix it before it was too late." The therapist nodded, "What do you mean by fixing it?"

Bakugou shrugged. You couldn't look away from him, shocked by the rawness of his feelings displayed before you. Of all the years dating, Katsuki was never the type to just word vomit like this.

"I didn't say sorry." Bakugou's hand was getting sweaty, you could feel the sweat forming against the skin of your palm.

"I have trouble admitting that, even if I am. I should've apologized," He sniffles, his free hand wiping harshly at his eyes to prevent him from crying.

"But Katsuki," The therapist gave him a reasurring smile. "You did apologize, remember? (Y/N) and you discussed what happened and the both of you said your apologizes for doing what you did to one another."

He shook his head, bottom lip quivering. "No doc, you don't understand. I-I almost lost her."

You rub his arm for comfort, squeezing his hand as Bakugou openly cried.

"I felt so bad about what I said to you (Y/N), and I was too much of a coward to be there for you when you needed me." Katsuki couldn't look at you as he confessed his deepest fear.

"I found you, bleeding on that floor and all I could do was beg for you to forgive me because I thought you were going to die and you'd leave me thinking those horrible things I said to you!" His chest heaves as he sobs, head down in shame.

"I didn't mean any of that, I love you (Y/N)." You begin to cry, throat tightening.

"Katsuki, I know that." You carefully wipe away his tears from his face, the young man leaning into your touch.

"What I did was horrible, and I did internalized a lot of what you told me," You try to explain, Bakugou grimacing at your words.

You pushed on. "I'm so sorry I put you through that, you didn't deserve that. You were there for me, you tried to get me help but I didn't want it."

Your mind goes back to that dark place, remembering how you felt and you desperately try to explain what that was like.

"You were there for me the best you could have been, but I realize now that it wasn't healthy just to rely on you." You trace his knuckles, noticing the new scars and cuts on them.

"You're a hero," You whisper, sniffling. "You save people for a living, you save the day and keep everyone safe. I never asked you how you felt, what you were going through. I put so much on you, and that's not fair."

The therapist interjects. "This is good, how open you are now with one another. My question is, how can you both move past this?"

Bakugou lets go of your hand to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his body. Kissing your temple, Bakugou closed his eyes and basked in your warmth. You're here, you're alive and well and with him, he reassured himself.

"We just keep swimming," You joke.

The tension in his body breaks, Katsuki's deep laugh making you believe that you were getting better.

The weeks blur, and the relationship between Katsuki and you was slowly healing. He's more quiet, more touchy. Yet, it was you that needed to be the one to push things to become more physical.

You were on top, Katsuki carefully peeling off your shirt over your head to relieve you of your clothing as he was already naked.

Your bandages crinkle, and you feel shy all of the sudden. It'd take months until your self-inflicted wounds were fully healed and no longer needed to be covered.

"Hey." Bakugou's voice snaps you out of your head, and you take in how breathless he looks.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He pushes a strand of hair behind your face, fingers lingering to trace to your jaw so carefully it tickles.

"I know," You answer, your hands trailing down his wide chest. Years of scars have gathered on his skin, and a question pops in your head.

"How do you see your scars?"

Bakugou holds onto your hips, slightly grinding against you. Clenching his jaw, he stays focused on the conversation.

"They're proof that I won against my enemies," He said.

You trace a particularly large scar that trails from his right shoulder to the middle of his chest.

"The doctor said my wounds will leave scars, ya'know," You mumble, your stomach feeling sick at the idea.

Carefully gathering your wrists in his hands, Bakugou looks up at you as he gently kisses them.

"You don't need to be ashamed (Y/N)," He reassures you. "These scars can be a reminder that you survived, that you won against your own enemies."

Emotions run high, soft moans and sloppy kisses overwhelm you as Bakugou makes love to you. Usually, sex with the hero was rough and fast, but now his hands trace down your body and mumbles how beautiful you were as you made him unravel.

You collapsed next to Katsuki after coming, breathing heavily as he pulled you to lay on his chest. Kissing the skin there, you nuzzled into his warmth. He continued leaving soft pecks on your forehead, sighing loudly. You were cocooned in a state of happiness so sweet you could cry, body tired from an intense orgasm and not because of depression for once. You wanted to stay in bed, naked with Katsuki forever. To bask in the small victories of choosing to live, of surviving.

"Let's get married."

You sit up, looking at his face to see if he was joking. Katsuki looked carefree, the skin of his cheeks and chest red. Your stomach dropped when you realized he was completely serious.

"Katsuki-," He cuts you off.

"Let's get married (Y/N)," Katsuki says is so sweetly, a soft smile on his swollen lips.

"We're still going through therapy, and we've never talked about marriage before," You try to reason.

Katsuki shook off your excuses, giddy all of the sudden.

"Who fucking cares, I want you to be my wife. Isn't that what you want?" He arches an eyebrow, daring you to say otherwise.

The wave of anxiety makes your heart flutter, and the tips of your fingers feel numb.

"Things are just getting back to normal, why do you want to push it?" You ask, the idea of making a huge life changing decision absolutely terrifying.

"This," He points to your wrists, "just proves that we can handle anything together. Why not just make it official?"

Bakugou was too blinded by his excitement that he didn't notice how your expression morphed into one of anguish.

"I didn't try to fucking die to get a proposal out of you." You said through gritted teeth.

Just like that, the bubble popped and reality set in.

Part three

#bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #bakugou angst

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lamprophonia · 8 months

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》 [ yandere!Musician. ] 《

yan!musician x gn!reader: introduction. 1038 words. reader referred to as 'you'. cw for stalking, general yandere behavior. DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE.

amir saba, or just amir on stage, was the latest up and coming sensation.

his first single stayed on top of the indie charts for weeks on end. his (by then, long awaited) debut album went platinum. he was skyrocketed into stardom practically overnight.

he met you by chance, through a friend that worked as part of his road crew. you weren't really supposed to be backstage — but the moment he saw you, amir couldn't take his eyes off you. how could he get mad or even mildly upset when your friend sneaking you backstage allowed him to witness perfection in human form?

he immediately had to learn everything about you, naturally. your first conversation was more of an interrogation, but he honestly just couldn't help himself. he asked every question in the book and the appropriate follow ups, and asked for your social media practically immediately.

he spent that next night stalking your entire online presence. every photo you posted, every tweet, everything and anything he could find. he went through your entire following list, as well as your followers, taking note of friends, family, acquaintances.

with every second amir spent researching you, he was falling deeper.

he didn't question the feelings you were stirring up in him. isn't this what everyone wants, after all? love at first sight, immediate, intense, and unconditional. he didn't need to think too hard about it to convince himself that the two of you were soulmates.

he was, ironically, glad he was on tour at the time. it made tempering himself much easier — he wasn't sure how he would have been able to stop himself from stalking you. instead, he settled for quietly working his way into your circle.

he remembered something you mentioned during that initial conversation-slash-interrogation you two shared, and he just saw something that reminded him of it while on tour! of course he took some time out of his busy schedule to text you about it. isn't that thoughtful?

how could he not be when you occupy 99% of his thoughts at this point?

it wasn't long before he was finding excuses to text you more and more frequently. once, twice a week, every other day, every day... he made his way into your life so naturally, so easily, it only confirmed what he already felt: you're meant to be together. plain and simple.

by the time he got back from tour, he was more than head over heels. he made plans to see you as soon as possible and slowly but surely continued to make himself from an acquaintance into a constant presence in your routine.

texts he sends you every day at 6 as he's sipping his morning coffee, sometimes updating you on something interesting, and sometimes just to wish you a good day. telling you what funny thing just happened in the studio when he's on his lunch break. asking your opinion on song snippets when he gets home, starting a conversation before you go to sleep just to have an excuse to end his day by saying good night to you.

and, of course, whenever he's in town, he's already making plans to see you. no matter the season, he'll find some way for the two of you to spend time together. music festival he's been waiting for for months and just so happens to have an extra ticket to. art exhibition his friend has been raving on and on about. he's been so stressed, he needs a break, and hey — a new restaurant just opened up downtown, so how about brunch?

the first few times you initiate hanging out with him, or even just text him first, he's sure he's going to have a heart attack then and there.

when amir's not monopolizing every ounce of your free time, you're monopolizing his — you wouldn't really know that, though. he just happened to run into you right as you're leaving your workplace. wait, you live in this area? crazy, he was just visiting a friend who lives right around here.

those are the times you do run into him, anyway. being on tour really was the only thing that kept him from stalking you.

he takes up more and more of your schedule as you get more comfortable around him. he does his best to pace himself and not become overbearing, but it's ridiculously difficult sometimes. why would you want to spend time with anyone else when you have him?

it's not even a surprise when he asks you out. you've practically been acting like a couple for a while before you actually put a label on it, and he's been making barely even diguised puppy dog eyes at you since you've met him.

his behavior only gets more intense from that point on. texting you practically nonstop, or at least as often as his schedule allows, dragging you out of the house or coming over every day; hell, he doesn't even need to make up excuses for why he's in your neighborhood or by your workplace so often. he just wanted to surprise you.

is that so bad? you're his partner and his muse, after all.

amir's shameless in how much he adores you. the muse thing is so much more than a nickname; he seriously has never felt more inspired in his life. he's been writing songs about you and how you make him feel since the day he met you, but once you're officially together, he starts showing you the best ones.

he definitely has to control himself a lot. he doesn't want you to realize he's written enough music for four different albums, all dedicated to you. after all, you've only been together for a few weeks. he wouldn't want you to freak out... but he'll gladly put forth the idea of releasing a single for you early in the relationship. how quickly he'll actually do it (because there's no doubt he will, sooner or later) depends on your reaction.

amir's obsession with you is nowhere near a slowburn. he just has to force himself to not go too fast, to cautiously make his way into your life for good.

and once he has you? he's not letting go.

#🎤 // a. saba #writing #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc

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ax-y10 · 4 months

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hiya everyone!

i've come on here to say something real quick.

i've had a big long talk with a good friend of mine and i feel the need to clear some things up.

lots of writing underneath the cut

the wilbur situation.

with this wilbur situation, i haven't seen anything about it until this morning around 7 am (4 hours ago) so i am not very educated on this topic yet.

he has stated and people have seen that he has a problem with alcohol, and it is his choice whether or not he gets help for it. if he chooses not to, that's fine. if it wrecks his life, that's his fault, and it is not our job to try and change that.

he has also stated in streams, recently or not, that his mental health is y'know, not very good. again, he chooses whether or not he gets help for it, and he has said he does therapy. good for him! but i am not going to go on and on about how he can fix himself.

mammalian sighing reflex.

people have been speculating that mammalian sighing reflex is or was about shubble.

now, i don't care if they dated or not. that is not for me to pry into.

but looking at the lyrics, clearly wilbur was a shit person in this relationship (if there was one), and it clearly did not end very well. he's portrayed himself as a bad person in these relationships, and it's not something i would like to associate my writing with.

this brings us to my next topic.

my writing.

as mentioned previously, he doesn't have the best mental health as of now. and yes, it has made me sort of think about how i'm going to write for his character and still keep alcoholism and mental health out of the picture, just to respect him. but if i do slip up and there are those hints, don't use that against me. i'm young, dumb, and stupid, but that is not any excuse to throw shit at me.

why i write for wilbur.

this is also one i've had a good think about.

i talk about wilbur on here and in a groupchat with a few of my online friends, and that is the extent of it. wilbur is not included in my personal life. yes, i listen to his and lovejoy's music, and yes, i watch his videos, but i do not talk about him in any other way except for updates with lovejoy or photos of him. i do not talk about him with my family or anyone outside of tumblr and the groupchat.

i disconnect wilbur's actual self when i'm writing. i am not thinking of wilbur's actual personal life when i write. i am thinking of what i see. the streamer, the musician. not the 'i get coffee every morning' ' i get home from rehearsal at whenever o'clock'. i disconnect wilbur's personal life when i write because i know nothing about him.

i write either because i'm bored or to fill a void inside of me that must be doing something, and i've chosen wilbur's character to write with.

i never associate william with wilbur, okay, if that makes sense. i do not see william gold, as wilbur soot. i use wilbur soot in my writing, not william gold.

why i made this post/summary.

yes, i understand that maybe wilbur was depicting himself as an asshole in ycgma and msr, and yes, maybe he has a problem with alcohol and his mental health. and yed, i have explained my writing in the most detailed way possible.

but whenever i am writing, there is always a thought in the back of my mind.

'maybe wilbur isn't this sweet, caring guy that everyone writes him to be. maybe he is an alcoholic, asshole boyfriend. maybe what people portray him as isn't who he is'

this isn't to say i hate everyone who writes for him, i'm just saying that i try to contain my thoughts in some way. i have lovely mutuals on this app that support what i do, and i have lovely conversations with them, but my god.

please, if you are going to do anything, do not put hate or negativity on wilbur's shoulders, on any writer's shoulders or on my shoulders.

wilbur will choose whether or not he wants to discuss what's going on and clear it up.

thankyou for coming to my ted talk

#wilbur soot #ax blabbers #mutuals #mammalian sighing reflex #writing #writers on tumblr #do not throw shade at anyone on here #no one deserves it #and never assume something if they haven't talked about it

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butcherlarry · 6 months

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Weekly Fic Rec 42

Not as many fic recs this week :( Work was super busy for me. There are only three people in my lab and two were out on PTO, so for three days it was only ME there! And my boss threw a last minute project for me to work on (omg SAUSAGE). This resulted in long days, and not a lot of reading :( I'm very happy my coworkers are coming back tomorrow, lol.

Most of these recs are updates that made me do a little happy dance when I saw the notification emails in my inbox. The last fic I'm not finished reading yet. It's a long fic that I'm working my way through. It's been really fun to read!

Mission: seducing Superman by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. More of Battinson trying to seduce Superman. He has also acquired a child :)

a sea of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbatlex (is that a ship name? idk), wip. An AU of an AU. What if Clark, Bruce, and Lex were in a poly relationship in the a sky of honey universe. Featuring a sleeby Jason.

10 Things Every Brucie Fan Needs in Their Life by pomeloquat - Superbat & Bruce/everyone, wip. Bruce markets himself as the nation's boyfriend and sells A Lot of merchandise from it. Everyone loves him 💖

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! The family keeps growing!

a sky of honey by The Resurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the omegaverse fic! Jason is brought home to the nest! But there are some complications!

Repeat Your Favorited Mistakes And Love Them All Again by watchingthestars13 - Superbat & Batfam, complete. The bat boys get magicked into their kid selves. Lots of fluff and domestic shenanigans with Bruce and Clark. This has been a lovely fic for me to read this week, especially after some of my long days :)

Happy Reading!

ngl, I feel kinda bad about the short list this week, so enjoy this photo of a pair of cedar waxwings I took last week:

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bigricc · 2 years

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A Good Man | DR

2k of a bit of self loathing and a lot of mutual pining. This was semi rushed and I don’t love the ending but I hope you like :)

If Daniel was a good man, he would have turned his car around before you had time to notice his headlights glaring into your front windows. If he was a good man, he would have stopped himself from knocking on your door so loudly. Perhaps, if he had been quieter, you wouldn’t have been so quick to open the door, and he would have time to shuffle back to his car and pretend he didn’t feel as bad as he did. But, he was selfish by nature. He needed you, more than he could ever bring himself to admit. So no, Daniel was not a good man.

“Dan? What- what are you doing here?”

Fuck. Of course, regardless of all of the shit he had put you through, you could never be angry enough at him to call him by his full name. His internal dialogue is so loud he doesn’t notice you take a step closer to him until suddenly, you’re staring up at him with a look on your face that wasn’t familiar to him. He had spent the better part of twenty years memorising each and every twitch of your face and how you expressed yourself, but suddenly he felt lost.

“Sorry. I know it’s late, but uh, I just landed and I don’t really want to go home yet. I don’t know. Is that weird?” He’s rambling, he knows he is. He feels so deeply uncomfortable having to show up to your house just before midnight because he’s lonely.

•

He’s standing in your living room, staring at a photo of the two of you at sixteen, along with Jackson and Ben. You almost feel embarrassed about it, given that there are countless other photos of your friends that are far more recent, and probably less cringe inducing. But there’s something about this particular photo that you feel attached to. Maybe it’s the innocence written across each of your faces. Sixteen and untainted by adulthood. The way you’re sandwiched between the lanky teenage boys, smiling so hard you have to squint at whoever is behind the camera. Maybe it was Kate. It didn’t matter anymore.

He’s been looking at it for so long, you have to assume he’s waiting for you to say something.

“How was the race?” You knew exactly how it was. You had stayed awake until the early hours watching it.

“P14. I’m a fucking joke.” He choked out a stiff laugh.

“You’re not a joke Dan, don’t say that.” He was still staring at that fucking photo. “Look at me.”

He takes his time turning around. You’ve wedged yourself into the corner of the couch, clearly your favourite spot given the way the cushion dips in the middle. He remembers the way you used to fight everyone for that spot, just so you could stretch your legs out across the laps of whoever was sat next to you.

“Are you doing okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” Two months had gone by since your last phone call. Most of your updates on his life came via his parents or sister.

“Just been trying to figure some things out. I’m sorry.” He was mumbling, a far cry from his usually boisterous self. He takes a pause, and then out of nowhere, “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“What are- why would I think that?” You almost want to cry. You’re so tired, and his sudden appearance has set your brain alight.

“I just feel like every time I come home, and I- and I’ve got a good thing going with everyone. You, my friends, even my own fucking family.” His eyebrows are pulled tight towards the centre of his face, mouth slanted down in a frown. “I finally feel back on track, and then I leave again, and it’s all fucked.”

You’ve known this man for most of your life, and only a handful of times have you seen him so distraught. Usually, his face is graced with a grin that takes over the room. But now, he resembles a lost little boy.

“What- back on track? What does that mean?” Your scrambling to find words, anything to say just to fill the silence.

“I think- I was so naive when I was younger, thinking that I would just get to come back whenever I felt like it as if the entirety of fucking Perth would just press play as soon as I stepped foot into the country. As if I wasn’t missing out on everything,” He’s speaking so fast, you almost can’t keep up. “I’m missing out on everything. And it makes me feel so fucking lonely.”

His confession makes you feel sick. A man who has friends scattered across the globe is lonely. But really, you know that none of those people are important. His friends and family here, at home, are the only people he craves when it’s late at night and the parties have died down. As flushed as it makes you feel, you know you’re included in that.

“Dan I- you’re not missing out. We’re not exactly doing anything exciting over here.” It’s a poor attempt at a joke, you know that. Because it’s not about that, it’s the comfort of home that he craves.

“I’ve missed out on so fucking much! Jack’s wedding, I still haven’t met Sarah’s baby, by the way- who’s almost two. Two!” He’s frantic now. “What kind of friend does that make me? And you and I are still- I feel like an idiot every time I come here, because I never know what’s going on.”

Suddenly, it’s quiet again. If it weren’t for the low hum of the fridge, you were sure he would be able to hear your heart beating.

“What do you mean, you and I?” You can feel sweat forming at the nape of your neck, uncomfortable in his presence for the first time.

“I mean, we were something. Weren’t we?” He can’t look at you, not wanting to see the rejection before he has to hear it.

He’s right, in a way. If you count a short few months of fumbling around each other when you were seventeen. It was before he left for Europe, before you were forced to move forward without his constant presence. You had never thought too hard about that time, not wanting to face the truth about your feelings. You knew it was likely that to him, rushed kisses and exploratory sex were nothing but a farewell to his upbringing, preparation for the new life ahead of him.

“I didn’t- I didn’t know that was something to you,” You didn’t want to offend him, deduce him to simply a hookup. “We never talked about it like that.”

“I thought you knew! I just- you had a boyfriend when I came back so I just assumed the answer was no.”

He was right. He had come home and you’d been glued to some kid you met at uni. Your first grown up relationship, and it wasn’t with him. The worst part about it was that you hadn’t even told him. He spoke to you on the phone countless times, willing you to bring it up in conversation, practicing having to pretend his mother hadn’t already told him.

You’re standing now, frantic and confused. He stays put, arms now crossed defensively over his chest.

“You never said anything! Dan, what did you expect me to do?” Strangely, you’ve always liked the way he looks down at you when he talks. But now, the eye contact makes you feel sick.

“You never said anything either,”

“I kissed you at the airport! Like an idiot, in front of your family. I kissed you, that said more that you ever did.” You cut him off before he can continue.

He’s still looking at you, but you’ve cast your eyes to the centre of his chest, attention planted on the vague outline of a necklace beneath his t shirt. He takes a step closer towards you, and before you can react, he’s grabbing you by the back of your head to pull you into a hug.

You’re frozen for a second, fearful that any minute now, you would wake up from a horrible dream, and Daniel wouldn’t be standing in your living room. It’s the smell of his cologne, the same one you recommended to him, that pulls you back in and forces you to slide your arms around his waist. He moves his head slightly, and you swear you can hear his heart beat just that little bit faster when he pressed a timid kiss to your temple. You squeeze your arms around him tighter in attempt to spur him on, urging him to please, kiss me again. And he does, slowly becoming more confident with each press of his mouth to your forehead.

“No, I don’t think you’re a bad person.” It’s you who breaks the silence, only now you’re speaking into his neck rather than the air around you. “You’re probably the best person I know, Dan.”

“That can’t be true, have you met our mothers?” It’s lighthearted, a nice change from the tension that has surrounded you for the last hour or so. It has you giggling into him, dragging your hands up and down his back. The longer you stand there, the more he can feel your body sag into him.

“Tired?” You let out an affirmative hum, but make no effort to pull away from him. “You should go to bed.”

“I can’t go to sleep yet.” You say.

“Why’s that?” He laughs.

“Because, you haven’t kissed me yet.” He’s nervous again. When he got in his car, he hadn’t thought about what the outcome of your conversation would be. He imagined that he would mope around a bit, and you would offer a glass of wine and a hug before sending him on his way. Never did he think he would be standing here hearing you ask him to kiss you.

You both pull your heads back at the same time, his hands moving up to grasp your cheeks. There’s a faint smile at the corners of your mouth, and he wishes he could photograph your face in this exact moment and hang it in every room of his house. When the moment arrives, the kiss isn’t what he imagined. When he fantasised about this reunion, he imagined it would be rushed and passionate. Instead, it’s slow and smooth, and he can feel the years of patience seeping through it. He’s the first to pull away, his boyish excitement interrupting the moment.

“I feel like a teenager again.” He’s somewhat embarrassed to admit it, but no kiss he has ever shared with anyone has compared to yours.

“Hopefully, you’ve improved in areas since then.” There’s a teasing smirk on your face, a nod to your past escapades.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve learnt a lot since then.” He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you in a way that is just so him, and if you were slightly younger and perhaps a bit insecure, you imagine the idea of him learning with other women would make you uncomfortable.

You know him and yourself well enough to understand that if this visit had come any earlier in your lives, the outcome could be much different. Now however, you allow yourself to bask in this moment, and in him, without question.

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changingplumbob · 3 months

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Woods Household: Chapter 1, Part 7

In this final part of the chapter Samir gets a visit from his adoptive mother and brother, reminding all of us that Reece is the only one able to get more than one word or sentence from him. Samir gets ready for another shift where he tries to keep hold of his humanity.

Low level content warning: Some sim spice and mentions of death

*knocking*

Kawikani: Maybe he’s not home

Yesenia: Of course he’ll be home

Samir: Visitors?

Yesenia: Better not be calling us that or you’ll disappear in two seconds flat. Come here honey, are you doing okay? You eating properly

Samir: Suppose

Kawikani: Still a man of few words huh bro

Yesenia: Now where is that boyfriend of yours? It really is high time I meet the boy my son is living with

Samir: Fishing

Having seen guests approaching the house Reece packs up his gear and jogs back from the lake.

Yesenia: Oh look at these photos, very nice dude (she's a bro sim btw)

Samir: *smiles* Reece looks nice

Yesenia: Don’t be modest honey, you’re up here to

Samir: Suppose

Yesenia: I’m so proud of you for being brave enough to claim your home back, you know that right

Samir: *nods* Hmm

Kawikani: Reece, dude! Nice threads

Reece: Thanks

Yesenia: Is that my boys boyfriend?

Reece: Hi Ms Mireles, I’m Reece

Yesenia: Gosh, you’re a lot… younger than I expected *looks at Samir with concern*

Kawikani: Scoring a younger partner, nice one

Samir: *blushes* Yeah. We fit together *blows kiss*

Reece: Aww, thanks

Yesenia continues to look worried and at a loss for words. Samir's brother however sees nothing wrong.

Kawikani: two sentences at once bro? This day is full of surprises

Yesenia: Now Kawikani, you know your brother doesn’t like to talk, don’t make fun

Kawikani: Any updates on your parents case

Samir: Yes… werewolves?

Yesenia: I beg your pardon

Samir looks pleadingly at Reece who promptly takes over sharing what they’ve found. Samir figures Reece is better with words anyway, that's one reason why he loves to hear him talk. When Reece gets to the part about Samir turning into a werewolf Reece can feel Samir tense up, waiting on a response from his family.

Yesenia: Hopefully this will help you find some answers then. No matter what, I'll be your mother. But I know you need to know what happened to your birth parents

Samir: You don’t… mind?

Kawikani: Course we don’t bro, come here

Kawikani pulls his brother into a hug and Samir feels his chest lighten just a bit.

Kawikani: Besides, when have we ever been a typical family unit? Why not add werewolf to the mix. I seriously hope you find the bastard who killed your folks, I know you’ve always wanted a why

Kawikani and Yesenia get talking and Reece pulls Samir aside.

Reece: You need to go for a run right? You're getting restless

Samir: But blondie I get the feeling mum...

Reece: Thinks I'm immature? Yeah, me to. But hey the best way to change that is for me to talk to her right

Samir: Just know I love you, no matter what she thinks

Reece: I know. I love you to, regardless of others approval or disapproval

Samir heads out for a run while Reece tries to win over Yesenia. She’s in a tense mood so Reece attempts to calm her emotions. She’s much happier after that and Reece hopes it’s a step in the right direction.

Samir: They gone

Reece: Yep, the house is ours

Samir: Good because I need to mark again

Reece: *smiles* I have to admit, I find the claiming territory thing attractive as hell, even though puddles are included. You letting the other thousands of werewolves know this house is in your territory

Samir: You’re my territory blondie *howls* everyone out there should know *howls*

Reece: *blushes* but seriously, do you think there are others out there? Apart from whoever bit you

Samir: *shrugs* Maybe. There are... a lot of smells in those woods

Reece: Do you want to like-

Samir: Cozy up and make a werewolf bff pack, nope. You know I don’t do crowds

Samir: I see you got books, good boy

Reece: And a bookshelf to put them in boss

Samir: Wait... why are half of them romance

Reece: *chuckles* You really wonder why I'd like to read about woohooing werewolves

Samir: Well... yeah. Why read when I can show you whenever your needy self wants?

Reece: *laughs* Not that I could ever say no to you but these books could help. Myths, legends and folklore have to come from somewhere right?

Samir: I mean that sound like the excuse of a- wait... I feel like there’s something in the margins here. Do you see?

Reece: I can't see what you're seeing

Samir: I can’t see it properly enough to read it… but it’s there

Reece: Maybe your eyes are still changing, give it time

Reece: One sausage and peppers for me, one raw steak for you

Samir: *eating* thanks, it’s all I really feel like

Reece: Maybe I was wrong, if you catch all the food you eat then grocery cost shouldn’t be a challenge

Samir: Plus, the plate disappears, no dishes

Reece: Guess I’ll clean up my single dish before we head outside then, hey!

Samir: *eating* what

Reece: I thought you didn’t want to eat the meal

Samir: *chewing* I can’t resist food in front of me though

Reece: You’ll get an angry moodlet

Samir: *swallowing* worth it. Always worth it

Samir: Okay, one planter box. How hard can that be really

Reece: Just remember to keep it all square

Samir: What’s a square again

Reece: *sarcastically* Wow, you’re hilarious

Samir: I’m glad you see- ouch

Reece: What happened

Samir: I got distracted by the plant evolving lights and hit my head

Reece: Blame the watcher, I normally do

Reece: You ready for bed

Samir: Yeah. I just… it feels like I could turn tomorrow

Reece: If you do, you do. We’ll handle it

Samir: Any genius ideas of how

Reece: You take the house, I’ll take the outdoors?

Samir: *laughs* Fine, you get outside, this time. I suppose that makes sense if I’m not wanting to scare people. Now, you mentioned something about bed… woohoo and cuddles? But only cuddles after if you’re good

Reece: *giggles* such a task master

Samir: Come on. You show me what you think those books have taught you, and I'll show you some stuff I've read up on that involves your birthday gift

In the morning Samir feels his internal rage nearing its peak and marks his territory out of habit before going to find Reece.

Samir: Hey gorgeous I don’t know how long I’ll be rampaging

Reece: I should have done scouts, then we could have used smoke signals

Samir: I mean... phones exist

Reece: Have it your way, but I'll still be listening out for when the howling stops

Following breakfast Reece heads outside and makes sure the external doors are locked. More than just wanting Samir to be safe inside, he doesn’t want any nosy sims trying to check out the howling. Especially not Sheriff Captain. The dew collector has broken, again, so he fixes it before foraging for wild berries.

Samir has some leftover meat for breakfast. Not the freshest but still fresh enough. He wants to go hunting but doesn’t trust himself around others when he’s not in control of the fury within. He figures if he’s stuck inside, he may as well stress clean. He’s just finished in the bedroom when he feels the rage boil over and his body starts to shift.

Reece spends the morning fishing, or trying to fish while listening to the semi regular howls. He could always catch something in Sulani, even if he’s nowhere near as skilled as his dad. In Moonwood Mill however the fish are having fun alluding him. After a very unproductive hour at the lake he decides to switch to the river that runs through town. While he gets a change of scenery he doesn’t have any luck catching more than seaweed.

We need to mark what’s ours! No, no, we already did that. We need to do it again! Howl so Reece knows it’s not safe yet. No, howl so whoever that killer is they know not to mess with us.

Poor Samir deals with the battling voices in his head for an hour, marking his territory repeatedly and howling so much that he shoots up to being a prime werewolf! With more power seems to come more control and with a series of collecting breaths Samir is able to calm himself down, returning to his human form and unlocking transformation mastery.

Adjusting back to his human form, Samir realises he’s standing amidst an abundance of puddles. He looks around, hoping he broke the sink. Nope, sink is fine, they have to be from him. Rather than feel ashamed at the mess Samir feels something resembling… pride? (his latest temperament is prideful) Of course he managed to pee more than could actually fit in his bladder, he’s clearly going to be a wolf not to be messed with. With a smug smile he sets about starting to mop up, the marking will stay but he doesn’t need the puddles damaging the already dodgy floor.

Reece: *knocks* Can I come back in now

Samir: Sure blondie just… watch your step

Reece: I see you went to town with marking

Samir: And howling, my throat is killing me. But… I managed to turn back by myself!

Reece: That’s great! So it means you're getting some control over it, right?

Samir: It feels like it

Reece: Although that probably means whoever killed your parents…

Samir: Chose to do it in wolf form. Yeah. Hey, I need to get out of here. Come on a date with me?

The couple head back to the park in Cooperdale where they had their first not date of skipping prom together.

The two take a seat and as per normal begin flirting up a storm with each other. It helps that the rain has kept most people away from the park, as Samir really doesn’t do crowds. When Reece pulls out some mistletoe for a special kiss however, Samir realises he does really do romance, cementing his identity as a romantic sim!

Samir: So tell me blondie, are you truly okay with all that’s happened to us since we moved in together

Reece: I mean, it’s been a lot… *chuckles* wilder than I was anticipating, but yes. I’m better than okay, I’m with the guy I love. I’m happy

Samir: I love you to. Now you are still going to apply to university right

Reece: If you insist

Samir: I do. I don’t want trying to find out who killed my parents stop you from flourishing into the genius you are. Plus, there’s many ways we can study biology together

Reece: Have some ideas for that do you

Samir: *smiles wickedly* always

Reece: I mean there is a public bathroom over there if you felt like getting a head start on the curriculum

Samir: *kisses* clearly we still need to work on your patience. Let's go home

Separate dinners eaten together, some wild and playful woohoo, and Reece and Samir fall asleep happy, if on the wrong sides of the bed. This is the end of their first chapter living together, but they’ve got many more stories ahead.

Previous ... Next (Knightstone)

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #WoodsHousehold #ReeceFoster #SamirHadji #simblr #R0806

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islerouxsims · 11 months

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Hello,

I'm eagerly awaiting your update of the save file v6. My Sim family is ready to be transferred to your new world <3 Will you give us some new information about when the time will come?

You're just the best ;)

Hello!

Thanks so much for this message and thank you for waiting so patiently. So good news guys, I have finally completed the building side of San Sequoia and here is how it looks below.

You can actually find some of my creations on the gallery already. Well, I think you can. The gallery is so messed up right now!

Now, I just need to fit in the characters, build up their relationships and club dynamics and take family photos.

I have decided to place the blame of the gentrification of San Sequoia on...Cassandra Goth. Haha! I've always loved her.

So, in Dizzy Isy, she will be all grown-up with a family of her own. She is an ex-member of SanMyshuno's glitterati, who decided to leave the city for peaceful San S when she had her twins. Cassandra immediately saw an opportunity to reinvigorate the town and therefore bought the most prestigious lot & built a home that would not only offer style, modernity and comfort, but also incorporate period features and fine antiques. Just like she remembers her childhood home. Slowly, the town is becoming more glossy and refined because of the Goth money and influence. As we know, it is not to everyone's taste.

Here are some little snipets.

I had so much fun making Cassandra's closet by the way!

So...to answer your question about the timeline: When can I finally get this out to you guys? I hope this month? I only have 3 hours on a Wednesday to sim. How sad is that? Building is not my forte, and I get lost in the details pretty quickly, so that took forever.

I'm hoping this part will be a bit quicker. I want you to all have it for the summer.

Thanks to everyone who supports the save and sends me kind words about it. It really encourages me to keep going when some days I think, wait maybe I should just catch up with laundry instead.

Isy x

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smkkbert · 6 months

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Time for a story - City of heroes

After however long she had been staring at the ruins of their house, she realized what made it so hard for her to accept the loss she had just faced. It didn’t look like their house anymore, so how could she believe that she had lost it as well as Hawk?

Losses always felt unreal. Denial was one of the famous stages of grief after all. The brain couldn’t understand that something wasn’t there. If you tried not to think about something, it didn’t work. It was always on your mind. So how could the brain truly understand that something was gone and taken from you? Never mind the heart.

What was lost of the home they had lived in were ruins. It was burnt out, a black, smoldered wreckage. There was nothing to live in anymore and as far as Felicity could see, there wasn’t anything to rebuild either. It was too destroyed for that. It had to be rebuilt from scratch, and that would mean that it wouldn’t be the home it had used to be.

Felicity wasn’t sure how much more her heart could take. It was in pieces already, and every new blow that it needed to face just shattered the pieces into even tinier pieces. It wouldn’t take much longer before there wouldn’t be anything left.

Lowering her gaze to her shaking hands in her laps, Felicity’s gaze fell on her engagement ring and her wedding band. How was she going to tell Oliver that the house he had built for their family had been set on fire – at least that was what she had overheard some people of the fire department say to each other – and destroyed?

It would hurt him as much as it hurt her, and they wouldn’t be able to comfort each other. For the first time in what felt like forever, they both needed to live with their pain and grief separately. They couldn’t lean on each other and endure it together. They-

Another noise of cameras clicking behind her, made Felicity close her eyes and take in a deep breath. She had heard the reporters from time to time. They were lurking close, trying to take the perfect picture of devastation. Someone – John or Bruce or some firefighter – had always chased them away quickly though.

“Have some decency guys,” she heard Bruce’s low voice just a moment later, “and stop taking photos.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Way-“

Whatever protest the reporter had planned on voicing, he didn’t. Either Bruce had offered him a lot of money, or he had just shot him one of those ice cold looks that made everyone shut up instantly. Bruce was powerful. Nobody with a sane mind would pick a fight with him. It was good to have a friend like him here. He would block everyone from approaching her because he knew that she wasn’t in any state to talk to anyone.

Felicity glanced at her watch briefly. She had lost all sense for time. It could have been seconds or hours since she had kneeled down at the side of the driveway where she wouldn’t be bothering anyone and just started staring. She felt utterly lost in time, space and everything else really.

She couldn’t stay here forever. The kids were in some hotel, distracted by Raisa and Alfred for sure, but certainly in need of their mother to show up and tell them that everything was going to be alright. Emmy might have already caught wind of what had happened to their house. She did know how to stay updated on the news, and she also had friends that might have heard about it and would text her.

There was a part of her that didn’t wat to leave though. Leaving felt like accepting that all of this was true, and Felicity wasn’t sure if she was ready for that yet.

“Felicity?”

John’s voice was gentle. She could feel him right behind her.

“I’m not ready to leave yet,” she whispered, still looking at the ruins of he home, “not yet.”

“There is someone who wants to see you.”

Felicity frowned, still not looking back. “I don’t want to see anyone.”

“I disagree,” John said.

When Felicity turned around to protest, John had already turned his back on her and was walking away. She frowned, wondering what exactly that conversation had been, and was already about to turn back to the house when she noticed the little standing a couple of feet away. The girl – maybe four years of age – looked a little shy. She was holding a stuffed unicorn clutched to her chest and looked at Felicity with her big, hazel eyes.

Despite the emptiness Felicity was feeling in her chest, she cocked her head at the little girl and flashed her a smile. She was rewarded with a smile in response.

“Hi,” Felicity said and quickly cleared her throat when she heard how much it croaked, “did you want to talk to me?”

The girl nodded her head. She looked Felicity up and down hesitantly before she took some cautious steps into her direction.

Looking at her, Felicity cocked her head a little more and narrowed her eyes at her slightly. She had seen the girl before. Although there were a thousand different possibilities where and how she had met her since Felicity had her own children and was often in places for children because of that, Felicity knew exactly where she had met her.

Somewhere in chaos that she had faced when she had arrived at

“I saw you at Rainbow Bridge-House, right?”

The girl nodded her head. She angled her head back for a moment and looked at the sky. She smiled cautiously and mouthed some words. Felicity’s heart ached at the sight, knowing that the little girl’s brother or sister must have died.

Despite all her rage and all the hopelessness, Felicity also felt warmth spreading in her chest. This little girl had come to see her. Despite the pain she had to be feeling, she had come here. It was admirable.

“I’m Felicity.” She held out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Nayeli.”

She shook Felicity’s hand, releasing a long breath. She seemed a little nervous.

“That is a beautiful name.” Felicity shot her a smile and did her best to hide her own pain. “I am not sure that this is the right place for you. The firefighters said new fires could start. It’s dangerous.”

“I want to give you this.” The girl held out her stuffed unicorn for Felicity. “Maybe you need it comfort you.”

Felicity looked at the unicorn. It was white with a mane and tail in all colors of the rainbow. Just looking at it had something comforting to it because of its bright colors. Felicity knew that her kids would love the unicorn.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to keep it?” Felicity asked. “I am sure you need some comfort from time to time too.”

“You helped when Avila died.” She took a step closer and urged Felicity to take the unicorn. “Now I want to help you.”

When someone wanted to help, especially at this young age, Felicity felt like you shouldn’t reject the help. Empathy and willingness to help were rare in adults because they had learned as kids that those competences weren’t appreciated. Felicity didn’t want to be responsible that this happened to Nayeli.

She took the unicorn, lifted it to her face and breathed in its scent. There was some smell of hospital left in the fabric. The toy had certainly been disinfected thoroughly. There was something else though, its own smell or the smell of the children it had comforted. It stuck to the fabric as well as the disinfectant did.

“That is very kind of you.” Felicity clutched the unicorn to her chest like Nayeli had done before. “I am indeed in some need for comfort.”

Nayeli smiled and looked back over her shoulder. A woman – not the one Felicity had seen her with at Rainbow Bridge-House, but some other adult woman – was standing a couple of feet away, shooting Nayeli a proud smile.

“A friend of yours?” Felicity asked.

“My aunt.” Nayeli turned back to Felicity once more. “I need to go now.”

Felicity smiled at her. “Thank you for coming here and giving this to me. I will cherish it.”

Nayeli, unsure what more she could say, just smiled once more before she turned around and ran over to her aunt. The young woman smiled at Felicity before she took her niece’s hand and took her away.

If Nayeli was so strong that she could stand here just days after her sister had died, maybe there was still hope that Felicity’s kids would be able to get through the losses that they had to face. At least Felicity knew that she herself needed to be strong through it. If Nayeli could be strong, so could she.

Shooting one last look to the ruins of her home, Felicity released a long breath. She clutched the unicorn even closer to her chest and got up onto her feet slowly. Her legs were trembling slightly since she had been sitting on the for so very long. Standing still for a moment, she felt the sensation returning to them though.

Although it felt so incredibly hard, Felicity turned around and took the first steps away. Just as she had taken two steps, a car stopped at the edge of the driveway. Lyla got out from the driver’s side, followed by Roy at the passenger’s side and Thea from the back of the car. Thea’s face was almost white. Tears welled in her eyes and she shook her head in disbelief.

John, Bruce and Tommy all joined the three. Felicity approached them too.

As soon as she was close enough, Thea crossed the rest of the distance to her and hugged her tightly. Felicity wrapped her arms around Thea just as strongly and closed her eyes for a moment.

There had been a time when they had been very close. As sisters-in-laws they still were of course, but things had changed through the years. When Felicity had first gotten together with Oliver, Thea had been very close with the two of them. That had only increased when Emmy had been born. Thea had taken her job as a godmother very seriously. Of course she had gotten married then and had had her two sons, so her focus had, understandably of course, shifted to her own little family.

Holding Thea in her arms now, Felicity realized how hard all of this had to be for Thea too. Just like Felicity, Thea had lost Oliver before too. He was the one part of the family that she had grown up with that had been left. When he wasn’t around, a lot of memories they had created together in their childhood weren’t present for her either.

When they released each other from the tight hug, they were still holding onto each other’s hands. Their gazes locked for a moment, sharing a moment of pain and comfort at the same time. They let go of each other completely soon though.

“We need to do something,” Felicity said, her voice as firm as she managed it to be, “because all of this has gone too far. Blood Rose needs to be stopped, and the city needs to be reminded that Starling City is at its best when everyone is united.”

“That is certainly true,” Bruce replied, looking at her intently, “but you need to sleep first.”

Felicity shook her head. “There are more urgent issues. I can deal with a couples of sleepless hours. We need to stop this craziness before people get hurt even more. Starling-“

“-needs to be you second priority,” John said softly.

“They are right, Felicity.” Lyla took Felicity’s hand and squeezed it gently. “You need to be at your best form to face this, so you need some rest. And I am sure your kids would like to see you too before you face the struggle of the city.”

Releasing a long breath, Felicity nodded her head. When Lyla thought this was right, it had to be. She was a crime-fighting working mother too, so she knew what she was talking about.

“Fine.” She tightened her hold on the unicorn and rubbed a hand over her tired face. “I will go to the hotel, see the kids and sleep for three hours. Then we will work on putting an end to this.”

“Five hours,” Bruce replied, “but agreed on.”

Since Felicity knew that there was no reason in arguing with Bruce, especially given how tired she was, she nodded her head. She probably wouldn’t sleep at all, but five hours of rest might help her.

“I will get you to the hotel,” Lyla suggested.

“And I will drive you two home,” Bruce said to Thea and Roy.

“I will stay here.” Tommy shot a look towards the house. “Just in case there’s another emergency."

Felicity nodded and followed his gaze once more. It still felt unreal, but the thought of reality started so sink in slowly. Her home was no more, but it was time to look to the future. If she wanted a safe home for her family then, she needed to do something about it.

“Alright. Let’s say we will meet at the bunker at nine.”

“Are we sure the bunker is safe?” Thea asked.

“I will talk to McKenna and check on that,” Tommy offered.

They parted ways. Bruce, Thea and Roy went to his car down on the street. Tommy and John went to talk to some firefighters. Lyla nodded towards her car. She and Felicity went towards it, and Felicity had already grabbed the doorhandle when she heard a noise that she couldn’t really say what it was yet.

She turned her head back over her shoulder, trying to find out where that noise came from. There was nothing that caught her attention though.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Felicity turned back and looked at Raisa over the roof of the car. “I just thought that I heard-“

Again, Felicity heard that noise, and this time she knew exactly what it was. She turned around fully, scanning her environment for what she was sure she was hearing. It only took her a couple of seconds to find the source of the noise.

Hawk came running towards her between the trees that surrounded the estate. He was barking and waggling his tail in excitement. Felicity had never seen him like this before. He was shaking from nervous excitement.

“Come here, Buddy!”

Felicity let herself fall on her knees just when Hawk come to an abrupt stop only to jump up and put his front paws on her shoulders and lick her face. He was whining while he was doing so, and his entire body was still shaking.

Petting him and hugging him, Felicity laughed with relief and excitement. She didn’t know if Raisa and Alfred had left the door unlocked and Hawk had just opened the door for himself and escaped when the fire had been set or if, whoever had set the fire, had let him go first. It didn’t matter anyway. Hawk was back with her and the family. She didn’t have to tell the kids that they had lost their home and their dog. They would never know what sorrow Felicity had felt, thinking that Hawk had been lost in the fire.

Hawk was back and that was probably the best news that Felicity had received in a while.

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The moment Laurel stepped into the small room Oliver knew something had happened. Despite the smile that she flashed the guard that had opened the door for her, Oliver could see the tension on her face. He felt his muscles growing tense in response.

As soon as the guard had closed the door from outside, Oliver looked at Laurel intently.

“What is it?”

Laurel didn’t seem surprised that he knew something was up. She placed her briefcase on the table, sat down on the chair at the opposite side of the table and released a long sigh.

“Before I tell you, you should know that everyone is safe.”

Oliver clenched his hands to tight fists, trying to swallow the wave of rage that swashed through him. Laurel wasn’t to blame for whatever had happened. She was just the messenger. Given how much she had been willing to give up to get him through this situation he had gotten himself in, she was one of the last people that deserved to be at the receiving end of his anger.

“What happened?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Someone set your house on fire.”

The words felt like a punch into the stomach. He didn’t know what he had expected. Maybe what he had expected had been worse. Maybe it had just been different. Either way, he felt terrible at the thought that the house he had built for his family had been damaged.

“Nobody got hurt?”

“Nobody,” Laurel assured him, sitting down, “I promise. Raisa, Alfred and the kids were already at the hotel. Felicity wasn’t at home. It looked like Hawk was in there, but apparently he got out soon enough. He is unhurt and with Felicity now.”

Oliver nodded his head slowly. Nobody had been hurt. That was what really mattered. He let his face sink into his hands and groaned.

“How bad is the damage at the house?”

The long silence that followed from Laurel made Oliver’s heart sink even more. He lifted his head, his shoulders sinking.

“Is there anything left?”

“Nothing that can be lived in.” Laurel shot him an empathetic glance. “Sorry.”

Oliver nodded his head once more, not saying a word. It wasn’t even the worst message that he had received in the last days, but it was bad even within all the others bad news. He had built that house, not with his own hands, but in his head. It had been built with his ideas because he had wanted to have a real influence on how the house that his kids would grow up in would be.

Once he had Felicity had gotten together, it had all happened so very fast. He had proposed to her in the early stage of their relationship when there had still been so many insecurities and so many unanswered questions. They had gotten married a year into their relationship, and they had had Emmy eleven months into their marriage. Presenting that home to Felicity had been his way of taking the next step. He had wanted to give his family what he had never had – a true home rather than a giant house you lived in incidentally.

Everything he had tried to give to his family – love, safety and privacy – seemed to be gone.

Well, the love wasn’t gone, but he felt like he couldn’t give it to his family the way that he had used to and the way he had always intended to do. As long as he was here, he couldn’t.

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut for a moment a released a long breath. If this happened so early while he was imprisoned, who knew what else would happen. He had never planned for something like this to happen. He had tried to do everything to not make it happen. Now it was time to discuss other options.

“I need to talk to Felicity,” Oliver said, “and Lyla.”

Laurel looked at him intently. “Felicity won’t agree to that.”

“She has to for her own safety and the one of our children.” Oliver dipped his head down slightly. “Can you arrange that.”

“Yes.” Laurel sighed. “It will take some time, but it shouldn’t be too long. Felicity will be focused otherwise, anyway.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows. “Which means?”

“Lyla convinced her to go to the hotel and catch some rest, but Felicity is determined to take down Blood Rose as soon as possible. She wants to put an end to the madness. Understandably.”

“In that case,” Oliver said, “you should be there too. The team needs all hands on deck. The fight for the safety of the city is more important than the fight for my personal freedom is right now.”

Laurel cocked her head slightly, looking at Oliver with slight disagreement. She didn’t seem to be willing to start a fight though because she didn’t say anything.

“You need to go,” Oliver insisted once more.

Although Laurel didn’t look like she agreed, she shook her head and leaned back in her chair. She was giving in to what he wanted because she knew that she didn’t really have a choice anyway. If he wanted her to leave, she would have to leave, or he would be the one leaving.

“Just let me tell you this,” Laurel said, getting up and grabbing her briefcase, “it’s not looking too well. Perrez was on your side. He doesn’t dislike the Green Arrow per se. He is worried what this case will do to his career though. He feels like he needs to take a stand, especially since you aren’t willing to name who you are working with.”

“I will never tell who I am working with.”

“I know.” Laurel shot him a smile. “People you love are well-protected. You wouldn’t give them away for anything.”

“I started this,” Oliver explained, “so everyone else just joined in because they wanted to support me or the mission itself. I won’t give away their identities to save myself.”

Laurel nodded her head slowly. “Like I said, I know these people are well-protected. I am sorry that you are losing so much because of that though.”

Oliver lowered his eyes. He was losing more than anyone would ever be able to truly understand. With the way he had been brought up and after these five years away had shaped him, he was losing more than he could ever put into words.

“I’ll go now,” Laurel said quietly and went to the door where she turned around to him once more, “but I will make sure that Felicity and Lyla will come to visit you and that you stay somewhat updated in here.”

“Thank you, Laurel,” Oliver said, smiling sadly. “I appreciate it.”

“I wish I could do more.”

Oliver shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone is doing what they can. As long as Felicity and the kids and all of you are safe, I can take whatever will happen.”

He needed to believe that. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if he could take it all.

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Felicity arrived at the bunker, accompanied by Bruce, she was happy and relieved that the entire team had already gathered in the bunker. Roy and Thea, Tommy and Laurel, Curtis, John and Lyla – they had all come because she had asked them to.

When all of this hard started, it had been Oliver’s mission. Then it had turned into a voluntary service for the city. Eventually, it had become a calling for all of them. Somewhere in that process they had grown from strangers to friends, and now they were a family.

As soon as Felicity had joined the others in her working area, she opened her mouth to speak as everyone was looking at her to say something anyway. She wasn’t sure how to start though. She had considered thanking them for coming, but she knew that it wasn’t necessary to do so.

They just needed to jump straight to action.

“We need to stop Blood Rose,” she said, “now.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Thea mumbled, massaging the back of her neck, “but how?”

“Did the bug in Rose Obold’s office do any good?” Felicity asked, turning to Curtis.

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’, “because the bug is defective.”

“The bug was produced by Wayne Enterprise.”

Bruce’s voice was low and dark. Although he had simply stated that Wayne Enterprise had produced the bug, he could have as well just insisted that products by Wayne Enterprise never showed any defects. Admittingly, Felicity too found it hard to believe that Wayne Enterprise had failed producing a bug.

“Still, it does not work as it should,” Curtis said even more quickly than he usually did, sitting down in front of the computers, “because most of the times, there are glitches. The sounds are blanketed by noises. You can hear it yourself.”

“I will.”

Bruce shooed Curtis away from the computers with a gesture of his hand. Curtis lifted his hands in defeat and made room for Bruce to take over. He hurried to play some of the recordings that the bug had made. His facial expression darkened when he realized that Curtis had actually been right.

“That shouldn’t be possible,” Bruce mumbled through gritted teeth, shaking his head, “so why does this happen?”

“She probably noticed that we are intercepting and uses a jammer on us, don’t you think?” John asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest and stepping behind Bruce’s chair.

Lyla shook her head, stepping next to him. “The bugs Wayne Enterprises developed are almost impossible to jam. We used some prototypes at A.R.G.U.S., and only the strongest of jammers achieved anything and nothing like this.”

“So a malfunction.” Roy shrugged his shoulders. “Happens. We need to find another way and-“

“It is not a malfunction,” Bruce insisted. “It has to be something else. Something is jamming it, but I wouldn’t know how Rose Obold could have produced a jammer that would be strong enough to create a disturbance like that. Even if she was Mida’s girlfriend.”

“Well, Midas was a good and skilled inventor,” Felicity said, “otherwise we probably wouldn’t have needed to take him down in the first place and-“

The words died on Felicity’s lips. One of the monitors showed the recording of the press conference Rose Obold had given. Something – something so small that Felicity wasn’t sure that she had really seen it – had caught her attention. She narrowed her eyes, taking a step closer towards the monitors.

“She didn’t say anything interesting,” Laurel explained, shaking her head, “I watched the entire press conference on their website. A lot of empty phrases mostly. She plans on making an anti-vigilante law. It’s been discussed ever since and-“

“It’s not that,” Felicity interrupted her, and beckoned Bruce to get up from the chair which he did, “it’s something else.”

She called up the video on the central monitor and wound it back for a couple of seconds. Moving her face even closer to the monitor, she fixed her gaze on the spot where Obold’s jaw joint her neck. She narrowed her eyes, forcing herself not to blink, so she wouldn’t miss the moment when-

There it was. A glitch. It was barely there, and it only lasted the blink of a second. For Felicity, who might have known – even if only subconsciously – what she was dealing with, hadn’t missed it though.

She turned her head back over her shoulder to look at the others, who were frowning at either her or the screen.

“Did you see it?” she asked them, unnecessarily though as she could read their answers in their faces. “Look closely.”

She wound the video back a couple of seconds once more and zoomed in on the spot that she had watched so intently before. She even slowed down the video then. At a little more than five minutes, the glitch showed again. Something on her skin opened like a hatch, revealing small wires and some blinking button. Obold lifted her hand quickly, pushed the hatch back into place and tightened her scarf around her neck. This time it was visible for everyone.

“Is that-?” Tommy started without ending the question.

“And does that mean that she is-?” Thea leaned forward and stared at Obold. “That’s not possible, right?”

In some way, it felt like a lot of puzzle pieces suddenly fell into place. Felicity didn’t know if she just felt that way because it seemed to her like there was real proof that Rose Obold and Blood Rose were the same person or because she felt like she was finally back in her element. Everything that had happened lately had felt uncontrollable to her. Now this was different. This was something she could, at least in parts, take control of.

Felicity turned in her chair, so she could face the team. She looked at them one by one and nodded her head, confirming all of their suspicions.

“Back when we went after Midas the first time, he was experimenting with robots. He had started with helping, human-like robots that could be used in different professions like housekeeping and at reception desks. His latest experiment back then were solider robots. He needed to be stopped.”

“But his ideas had made him a loner,” Bruce added, nodding his head, “so he used his skills to create the perfect partner for himself – someone he was attracted to and who could be useful to him.”

John angled his head and looked at them incredulously. “You want to tell me that Rose Obold isn’t only Rose Blood but a robot, too?”

Felicity nodded her head slowly. “That is exactly what it is.”

“But that means that she has someone she is working with now, right?” Roy asked. “I mean she couldn’t have planned all of this by herself if she is a robot.”

“Why not?” Felicity cocked her head at him. “Robots today are smart and programmed for problem solving in their field. Midas was good at what he was doing.”

“But I shook her hands numerous times and she felt like a human,” John said.

“Midas was that good,” Bruce said, shrugging his shoulders, “so good that I might have hired him if he hadn’t been so grimly determined. Something was off about him.” “Which is why neither of us hired him.” Felicity got up. “But forget about that. Let’s just assume that we are right and Obold is Rose Blood like we assumed and she is indeed a robot. Everything she is doing is determined by algorithms, and she has weaknesses like every computer system. We need to examine the robots Midas invented and check out their weaknesses. If we find them, we will know Blood Rose’s weaknesses. Then we can finally take her down.”

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