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avatarl0v3r · 1 year

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Pink + White | Part Two

warnings/notes: strong language, italics with "quotes" =your video log of your time studying the fauna and flora of pandora, bold = song lyrics

side notes: each phase will be associated with a song, phase ones song is Pink + White by frank ocean

pink + white master list.

part one. part three

taglist: @itscheybaby @brookesbizzareadvendture @jakesully-sbabygirl @myheartfollower @inlovewithpandora

Its been a month since jake come into your lab looking for his kids, after that day they started visiting you more and more, they were glued to your hip anytime jake would want to train neteyam he would run into your lab asking you to hide him which you did.

your studies on the flora and fuana went well but training with jake was also take up much of your time and kicking your ass.

"as much as i love this place it can sometimes be overwelming," you sat at your desk logging your studies "but i dont regret a single moment, i love these kids like my own at this point, they tell me everything, come to me for help, when someone got hurt, if they have a argument... i wouldnt change it for the world," you turn around hearing voices of little kids "this is y/n l/n signing off."

you turn around once you hear the footsteps outside the door the kids come inside with large smiles "we wanna show you this plant we found when walking home from playing in the forest all day" you smiled walking over to them.

Nod my head, don't close my eyes

Halfway on a slow move

It's the same way you showed me

If you could fly then you'd feel south

Up north's getting cold soon

you bent down hugging the kids "i love you guys" they all giggled "we love you too" neteyam said speaking for all of them when you let them go.

tuk walked to you her hands outstreched wanting to be picked up "c'mon tuk tuk," you picked her up sitting her on your hip "its eclipse id better get you home lets go" you say grabbing a mask and putting it on your face and heading out you lead the way to their hut.

jake emerged from the hut looking down at you with a questioning look "i brought the kids home" you put tuk down on her feet "ill see you all tomorrow after i finish training with your dad okay" "okay" they said with smiles you stood up turning around after saying goodnight to all of them.

the next day norm woke you up "time for training your links ready too" you groaned wiping sleep out of your eyes "this is such bullshit, making me wake up at the brink of goddamn dawn" you said standing up and walking to your link.

you walking to your link bed and laid in it "you ready" norm said from the controls next to the bed "sure" you said giving him a fake smile "good" and with that you closed your link bed and your eyes.

you opened your eyes now in the tent where the avatars stayed you grabbed your bow putting it around your shoulder and walking to your usually meeting place.

after what seemed like forever jake walked up to you "sorry about that, lets head out" you nod following him to the vines that fell to the ground you both grabbed on and went out into the forest to train for god knows how long.

you missed majority of the targets "c'mon y/n wheres your head at" you looked at jake with a blank face "thinking about my goddamn head" he cracked a smile "okay then smartass we'll stay out here until you hit every target" you let out a annoyed groan at his words.

soon you hit every target and you dropped the bow and laid on your back with a content sigh your peace was interrupted by a voice “i know you aren’t that tired from just that” you glared at him with a faked annoyed face “oh no surely i’m not only sore arms and legs for standing for a few fuckin hours, no wonder neteyam tries to get outta training” you said laughing jake rolled his eyes “your almost ready you know” you nodded.

“let’s head back the kids are waiting to see you” jake noticed the change in your attitude when he mentioned the kids “god if i didn’t know any better i would think you liked the kids more then me” you smiled at him “of course i do they’re less annoying unlike their father who very annoying.”

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when you arrived back at high camp you were greeted my the kids all running to you and grabbing your legs almost making you fall over at the contact “ we missed you” the said hugging your legs tighter “i missed you too” you laughed.

they let you go not even glancing at their dad “we made you something come with us” they said as they pulled you away from jake you laughed following them waving goodbye to jake, who watched his kids drag you away with a smile on his face.

The way it is, we're on land

So I'm someone to hold true

Keep you cool when it's still alive

Won't let you down when it's all ruin

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the kids handed you two woven necklaces you looked confused for a moment for kiri spoke “one’s for your avatar and the others for you so you can always wear it” lo’ak cut it “yea, your pretty much our mom now so we thought to make you a necklace” smiled at them taking the necklace for your avatar and putting it on and sliding the on for you in your pocket.

you bend down hugging them “this makes me so happy thank you” they all hugged you back “oh yea there’s a bead from each of us,” neteyam said smiling “you like it right?” neteyam asked the smile on his face gone and a nervous look on his face “i love it.”

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a few months later

within the four months of being on pandora you got used to the kids calling you mother, mom, mama, mommy but only tuk calls you that, they know your not their real mom, but you don’t mind it.

you and jake grew closer, you never noticed whenever you would talk about plants to jake he would look at you with so much love in his eyes, and how you looked at him with love amanté was the first to notice it.

how you would help jake when he got hurt when he was out at the war party you were subtle with you feelings knowing he wouldn’t feel like same, but he loved when you’d take care of him he wouldn’t admit it though.

Just the same way you showed me, showed me

You showed me love

how his mood would change when you’d come around, how his eyes were filled with love when you talked about anything you loved.

Glory from above

Regard my dear

jake thought about it but never thought he could love another person after neytiri so he denied all of it to himself.

It's all downhill from here.

this is a shorter one, and one i hate it, and kinda rushed i wanted this to be a slow burn but i’m terrible at slow burns so that’s why there’s times skips but the next parts should be longer 🫶🏽

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wongyuuu · 7 months

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seventeen as songs from 1989 (ts)

a/n: for this, i'll be giving songs and lyrics to each of the members, as well as small plots based on those lyrics. i don't plan to write all of these, but they are still my ideas (as basic as some of them might be). so if you are interested in writing one of them, you can message me about it. if you want to read one of them you can send in a request and i'll write for you

• Seungcheol ➝ New Romantics It's poker, he can't see it in my face But I'm about to play my Ace, ah ↳ in the smoky casino, your eyes met Seungcheol’s and soon you found out that you were playing for more than just money and chips.

• Jeonghan - Blank Space 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream ↳ Jeonghan looks like an angel but that couldn’t be further from the truth

• Joshua ➝ Wildest Dreams Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe ↳ since the moment you saw him, you knew that your relationship with Joshua had an expiration date, however, you want him to remember you forever

• Jun ➝ All You Had To Do Was Stay Had me in the palm of your hand, then Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in? ↳ it was a dramatic kind of relationship, immediate chemistry, like you were meant to be

• Hoshi ➝ Wonderland You searched the world for somethin' else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad ↳ soonyoung did his best, but he never managed to fill the void in his heart after you left him.

• Wonwoo - Suburban Legends I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it ↳ you always felt as if you were just floating around Wonwoo, waiting for him to finally take notice of you.

• Jihoon - Is It Over Now? At least I had the decency To keep my nights out of sight ↳ you and Jihoon always had a complicated relationship, you were together, but sometimes not, almost like a friends with benefits kind of situationship, never exclusive.

• Minghao ➝ Now That We Don't Talk You grew your hair long You got new icons And from the outside It looks like you're tryin' lives on ↳ Minghao changed so much over the years, yet you hoped there were parts of him that remained the same.

• Mingyu ➝ Style He says, "What you heard is true, but I Can't stop thinking 'bout you and I" I said, "I've been there too a few times" ↳ it doesn’t matter how many times you tried to stay away, somehow you always find your way back to Mingyu

• Seokmin ➝ You Are In Love And you understand now Why they lost their minds and fight the wars ↳ there's no line, limit, or border you wouldn't cross for Seokmin.

• Vernon ➝ This Love These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me, oh-oh, ↳ Vernon always regretted that he let you go, but now that you're back in his life he will do everything in his power not to lose this new opportunity

• Seungkwan ➝ Clean The water filled my lungs I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing ↳ you were drawing, falling deeper and deeper until someone reached for your hand, it belonged to the person you least expected help from, Seungkwan

• Chan ➝ Out Of The Woods The night we couldn't quite forget When we decided, we decided To move the furniture so we could dance Baby, like we stood a chance ↳ it was a relationship that was doomed from the start but even so, Chan wanted to see just how you could go

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mosylufanfic · 2 years

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You Gotta Get Going (if you're gonna make a showing)

Because Bix was in such a bad state in the last story, I wanted to write something where she'd started to put herself back together a little.

Title from the Peggy Lee song, "It's a Good Day," which is an old-timey bop. Although I always substitute "don't forget your pills" when I sing along.

You Gotta Get Going (if you're gonna make a showing)

Bix checked the back door. Locked. Of course it was. Brasso always checked all the doors before he left in the morning, because when he left she was generally still asleep, and their rented house wasn't in the best part of Gangi port.

And this wasn't Ferrix, where people looked after each other. Or stuck their nose in. Often both. If someone tried to break into this house, their neighbors would all look away.

So. Doors all locked, windows all sealed, before Brasso left.

It made her feel more in control to check them, though, even knowing Brasso would have. It was responsible. Forward-thinking. The kind of thing a person who wasn't a human wreck would do, checking the doors before she left.

"Bee," she said, pulling down her coat. "I'm going out."

"Wh-where?"

She really had to find some resources on a MO model's voice box, she thought for the fifth or sixth time just that week. Everything she'd ever read over the years said it was due to glitches in the programming, but there had to be something mechanical she could tweak.

"Just out. Just an errand."

"H-how long will y-you be?"

She stopped in the middle of pulling on her gloves and went to crouch in front of him.

"Beebee," she said gently. "I'm okay. Today's a good day. I didn't dream last night. I promise I'm not going out looking for - " Drink. Drugs. Sex. A fight. Any or all of the above. "I'm just running up to the secondhand shop to sell back some of my repairs."

Something in the angle of Bee's top casing looked skeptical.

"If I'm more than an hour, you can call Brasso. I won't be mad."

At her lowest, she'd shouted at Bee for doing exactly that, and caught herself mid-scream. Bee, who was as scared and lonely as any of them, without Maarva, without -

It had made her crawl into her bed and huddle in a pile of self-loathing for a day, which hadn't felt any better than the screaming.

"O-k-kay," he said, almost sternly. "One hour."

She smiled at him and picked up her bag. The parts she'd been working on all morning clunked against each other inside.

Hair brushed and braided. Socks on, shoes on. Mood tab swallowed, out of the bottle Brasso couldn't afford on his dock worker's salary, but bought anyway. Coat zipped up against the cutting wind off the sea. Scarf wrapped around her head. Front door, locked behind her.

She checked them off in her head like a list of how to be a person.

The window next to the door - one last double-check, from outside. just like Brasso did - was the same window that was over her bed. She'd stared out that window for hours, numb and blank, when they'd first gotten here, haunted by what the Imperials had done to her.

Focus on the birds when it’s bad, Bixy, Jezzi had murmured, fingers tender in her hair. Watch them soar.

Jezzi was gone, back to Ferrix, but Bix still watched the birds on her worst days. Lying there, she would think, who even am I anymore?

She remembered the Bix Caleen she used to be once. Strong, tough, centered. Supremely confident in her place. Striding through her little world and knowing where her feet would land. A Ferrix girl, a business owner, someone trying to fight against the Empire in her own way.

But it was like thinking about someone she used to know, a long time ago. The center had been pulled out of her in a dingy hotel room, scattered to the winds on the screams of dying children.

She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and pressed her hands to the nearest wall. "Good day," she muttered, focusing on the rough, cold stone under her palms. "It is a good day. It is going to be a good day."

When she could, she walked on, listening to the birds.

Gangi Port people passed her by, some of them giving her sidelong looks, some looking past her. It never would have been like that back home. This six-block journey would have taken an hour because she had to stop and say hello, how are the kids, sorry to hear about your granddad. Oh me? Shop's good, Paak's good, Timm's good, of course, I'll tell 'em you say hello.

Well, you're not there anymore. You're here.

The secondhand shop was supposed to be open all day. But the clerk was locking up, a package under his arm.

"Where are you going?" she demanded. The sound of her own voice threw her. Loud. Confident.

He whipped around, bone-white, then gasped and leaned back against the door. "It's just you."

"Yeah, just me, here to sell you some stock. Where are you going?"

"Out."

It sounded so much like her own words to Bee that she narrowed her eyes. He looked away.

"I've got an errand," he said. "Delivery."

She kept silent.

"I - the - it's got to go out. Today. Someone was supposed to pick it up. But he - they - the lunch hour got cut because they - and - I have to. Delivery."

Wow. He was a mess. And she could say that as a certified hot mess herself.

"You're going to lose a lot of business closing up like this," she said. "Everyone shops on their lunch hour. Your boss know?"

His eyes darted to the side.

"He doesn't know," she said. "How's about I tell him?"

"Please," he said. "Please, I - this is important. This - this package. It's important."

She looked at the package. It was a square box wrapped in brown paper, unlabeled except for a light pencil sketch of a bird in one corner.

She knew in her bones it was going to the Rebels. Somehow, some way, it was destined to fight the Empire.

She should stay out of this. Wasn't this how she'd ended up in that hotel room?

"Listen," he said again, the tones of a man with a brilliant idea. "Why don't we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?"

"I'll buy all those off you, sight unseen, if you take this down to the docks for me and don't tell anyone, ever. Then I won't have to close."

"You'll buy all my stuff anyway, so your deal's shit. Throw in twenty-five credits extra and I'll do it."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Twenty extra, but only when I get confirmation it's on its way."

Okay. He wasn't as dumb as he looked.

"Done," she said. "Where am I taking it?"

"The docks."

The docks. Damn. Walking there, finding whoever was waiting for this package, and walking back would put her well over the hour she'd promised Bee.

But the docks was where Brasso was, so she would find him and -

Well. She'd catch his eye from afar. Show him she was there. Wave that she was going home.

They were awkward lately, since she'd tried to kiss him in the middle of an argument, while she was drunk off her ass, and he'd just stood there like a stone pillar. They hadn't spoken about it since. Hadn't spoken about much. She'd known Brasso since she was born and sometimes lately it felt like living with a stranger.

She rustled in her bag and brought out the pieces she'd repaired to the clerk, who traded them for his package. She opened her bag and tucked it in, and the shoulder strap immediately cut harder into her shoulder. Heavy. And the way it rattled felt like - hmmm. Maybe a carbonti sensor array?

No wonder he needed it delivered so bad. Those could fetch enough for four bottles of mood tabs. She should have held out for more.

"Who am I meeting?"

"Don't know."

"Don't know? You sure this is legal?" she said, just to tweak him. His eyes darted again.

Seriously? Someone needed to teach him about how to play it cool.

"He'll be wearing a scarf."

Saying nothing, she lifted the ends of her own raggedy scarf. It was cold enough to freeze a tauntaun's tits out here. Everyone was wearing a scarf.

"Orange. White stripes. You need to go. Their lunch hour got shorted today. That's why I had to deliver it."

"Fine," she said. "Going. White with orange stripes."

"Orange! With white stripes!"

She waved over her shoulder as she twirled on her heel to head down the sidewalk. The sea birds shrieked joyfully overhead.

The walk to the docks was a mile and a half. Her legs started to get tired. She rarely walked this much anymore. Her mood, so buoyant, began to sag. The screeches of the birds began to grate.

Was she out of her head? Well, yes, she was. But playing courier for Rebels? Again?

But what would it get her if she didn't? She'd still be poor broken Bixy, shattered into pieces, whether she did this or not. So why not? Why not hit back if she could?

Maybe it was a mosquito bite of a strike, but she'd've done it.

What could a mosquito bite do?

Fucking well annoy them, and she'd take that.

Swinging wildly from up to down, she still kept walking, one foot in front of the other. Her thighs ached, and her shoulder burned from the unaccustomed weight of her bag. When a patrol marched by at the end of a street she was walking down, she froze, and couldn't move for at least five minutes.

When her knees unlocked, she almost turned and went back. Keep your twenty credits, here's your package.

But she was closer to the docks now than she was to the shop. And the patrol was gone. They wouldn't come around again, not in the time she had.

Keep walking, Bixy.

The smell reached her first, fish and salt, and then the sounds of water ships, the slap of water and the shouts of the sailors. A bell clanged, tang, tang, tang, tang, small and tinny to someone who'd grown up with the resonant clang of the anvil in the tower. The workers started flooding off the dock, some heading for a beach shack, some pulling food from their pockets, some meeting a person waiting for them with a pail and a kiss. She scanned them all for an orange scarf, and also for Brasso's big form.

"Heyyyy, Bixy."

Ahhhhh, kriff.

Norlis was obnoxious in two ways - one, he'd once heard Brasso calling her Bixy, which was how she'd been known to most of Ferrix from birth to fifteen, and thought it was cute - or more accurately, thought he was cute when he said it. And also, she'd screwed him. Twice, which meant he thought it could be an ongoing thing.

Okay, she'd been drunk both times, but still, she didn't know what she'd been thinking.

Please let him not be wearing an orange scarf.

She looked over her shoulder. Stone and sky, there was mercy in the universe. His scarf was black. "What do you want?"

He grinned at her. "Think it's more about what you want. You came to see me? That's so cute. Did you bring lunch?"

"Kriff off. I'm not here for you."

"Aren't you, though?"

"No, I'm not. Leave me alone."

He put his hand on her arm, and she yanked away. He reached for her again and she grabbed his arm, twisting his wrist until he went to his knees, cursing.

"Leave," she snarled. "Me. Alone."

He called her a filthy name. She twisted harder. He glared, then nodded yes. Then she dropped his arm and turned to walk away.

Brasso stood just behind her, huge arms folded over his huger chest.

Well, now she knew why Norlis had given in so quickly.

"I took care of it," she said, striding past him.

"I know," he said. "What's wrong?"

"I just said - "

"Not him. What's wrong? Why are you here? What do you need?"

"Nothing's wrong." She looked around, searching out an orange scarf with white stripes. "I don't need anything."

"You just took a walk?" he said, voice overloaded with skepticism.

"I'm running an errand." It had been orange and white, right? Yes, she'd repeated it, messing with the clerk on purpose. Orange and white. Orange and white. Orange and -

"What kind of errand?"

Kriff it!

She spun around and saw what she'd missed before - the scarf wrapped around Brasso's neck. Faded orange with dingy white stripes.

She stared at it, mind whirling.

Brasso. Brasso had - Brasso was -

"Bix," he said.

"I - I came to bring you this," she said, lifting the bag off her shoulder.

He frowned at her, then looked in the bag. His eyes shot back to hers. "You know what this is?"

"Yeah," she said. "Do you?"

He looped it over his shoulder. "Thanks, Bixy," he said a little too loudly. She was surrounded by people she could fleece blind in sabacc. "Let's walk this way, eh?"

He laid his big, warm hand on her shoulder and steered her off to one side. He stepped confidently down a set of jumbled boulders at the edge of the water, clearly knowing the way to a favored spot. When he turned to offer his hand, she ignored it and picked her own more precarious way down.

He dropped to a large, flat boulder with a sigh and pulled a protein bar out of jacket. He bit off a corner and chewed meditatively for a moment. “Who gave you this?” he said.

She settled down next to him, the stone bitter cold against her butt. She tugged her coat around herself and wished she'd thought to put some food in her own pocket. “Clerk at the secondhand shop. I was going in to sell some of my pieces. He was locking up. What are you going to do with it?”

“My job. I’m going to put it in a cargo hold.”

“You can’t tell me that’s on a manifest.”

“Didn’t say that.” He broke the bar in half and offered her the side he hadn't bit into.

She pushed it away. If that was his whole lunch, she wasn't taking any of it. She took enough from him. “You know where that’s going. Or who it’s going to.”

He laid the half-bar on his knee. “Of course I do.” He looked out over the sea as if he could spot the spaceport on the other side, the ship that would fly away with this package, the Rebel fleet that was waiting for it.

“And you’re still - ?”

“Fighting,” he said. “Like Maarva said in her eulogy.” He grimaced. “You didn’t hear that. She - “

“I heard it,” she said quietly. “From the - from the hotel window. Before - Cassian came.”

He stared down at her. She turned her head and looked out at the sea.

It was the closest they'd ever come to talking about . . . what happened.

There's a wound at the center of the galaxy, Maarva had said, and there was a wound at the center of Bix Caleen. Whenever it threatened to devour her whole, she would recite Maarva's words to herself: I want you to go on.

"Bixy," Brasso said softly, and she looked back at him involuntarily. "You shouldn't've done it. This package."

"Why not?" she said, abruptly annoyed. "Why shouldn't I fight as well?"

He lowered his voice. "You're a wanted woman! Fugitive from Imperial custody, remember?"

"Hard to forget. But what about you? Inciting a riot? Can't imagine the Empire's pleased with that, either."

"I didn't incite," he said.

"You smashed an Imperial in the head with Maarva's funeral brick."

He cracked a grin at that. "S'what she would've wanted."

She found herself smiling too. "Wasn't it just." But she poked him in the arm. "What did you think would happen? They'd shrug and say 'boys will be boys'?"

"I'm fine. None of the patrols pay me any mind. I'm just a big dumb dock worker running an errand. Nothing for them to see."

"You're not dumb," she said. "Don't say that. How did you get pulled in, anyway?"

He shrugged. "About a month ago, deckhand broke his leg on the passage. I was going into town anyway, over my lunch break. He asked me to pick something up for him. Told me the alley, next to the secondhand shop, marked like this one." He gestured at her bag. "Just pick it up and walk away. I did it. Next week, another deckhand on a completely different ship asked me the same thing."

"You knew what it was from the start?"

"I'm not dumb," he said.

“That's a long walk," she said. "Must take the whole time you have for lunch."

He shrugged. “Usually does.”

“Every day?”

“Nah. He puts a flag on the main road. I see it when I'm walking to work. I call from the public comms when I've picked it up."

"Someone's going to notice," she said.

"People see me," he said. "Hard to miss me. But they don't notice me."

It stung. "They should."

He shook his head.

"They should," she repeated, more forcefully. "And someone will. A dock worker running into town all the time? Tell me the other lads do it. Go on."

He twisted his mouth. "They all know I've got - " He glanced at her. "Obligations."

Obligations. He meant her.

She swallowed the bitterness in her mouth. It was only the truth, after all. "Here's what we're going to do, Brass."

"We?"

"I'm going to start bringing you your lunch."

"I can bring my lunch."

She rolled her eyes to the heavens. The sea birds screeched with laughter. "Lunch is not the point. Look, the doctor said it, right? I need to get exercise. Get out in the fresh air." Her thighs twinged a reminder of the walk she'd taken, and the walk she had ahead of her. "So I'll bring you your lunch every day."

He opened his mouth.

"And if some days, I happen to swing by that secondhand store and happen to pick up a package, well, that's just something that'll happen."

"I don't know."

"You get to have your whole lunch hour to yourself, I get a walk, and nobody notices you running errand after errand into town."

"And you?"

"What about me? That crazy Bix girl getting some fresh air every day. Good for her. Nobody'll notice after the first few days." She nodded. "It makes perfect sense. We'll start tomorrow."

He held up his hands. "All right. I'm beat." He smiled at her. "It's good to see you like this, Bix."

"Upright? Sober?"

"With a spark in your eyes again." He reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Her chest felt like he'd clamped that big hand around it, tenderly crushing all the air out, forcing her heart into her throat. It thumped, thumped, thumped while she looked up into his dark eyes.

She'd known him since she was born, a sturdy background figure a whole life stage ahead of her, maybe two. But Cassian had pulled them together - Bix madly in love with him, Brasso looking after him like a little brother - and even when that passionate teenage relationship had fallen to pieces, the one with Brasso had held strong. She would see him around Ferrix town and feel a surge of pure fondness - ah, there he is, our Brasso.

People see me but they don't notice me, he'd said, and she hadn't noticed him. Not really. Not for years.

Well, she was noticing now.

He dropped his hand and cleared his throat, looking away. Probably afraid she'd try to kiss him again. Not after he'd made his disinterest so thunderously clear. "What'll happen," he said, eyes fixed on the horizon, "if you have a bad day?"

She bit her lip. But it was true. Good days were becoming less rare, but bad days still happened. "If the flag's out and I'm not here by the lunch bell, go into town like you used to."

"I'll say it's to check up on you."

"Don't really check up on me. The walk's too long."

"Mmm," he said, a vague noise that might have been taken for agreement if she didn't know better.

The bell from earlier clanged loudly over the water again, and up on the dock, all the workers started getting to their feet.

"It's over already?" she said. "That's all you get?"

"Two minute warning," he said indistinctly, shoving the remainder of the protein bar into his mouth. "Short today." He waved a hand at all the ships waiting and chewed ferociously.

She picked up the wrapper and put it in her pocket. "Listen," she said. "How much are they paying you for this - errand?"

He held up a finger, chewed a few more times, swallowed, and shook his head. "I wouldn't ask for paying."

"Brass!" She clutched her head. "You can't do this for free."

He opened his mouth and she shook her finger at him. "I've seen your paystub. That house is expensive. Food, heat, clothes, those are all expensive. My mood tabs are really expensive. And we both know - “ She stopped and swallowed. “We know I'm in no shape to hold down any kind of job."

His eyes went sad, but he nodded slowly.

"So, we charge. Believe me, that clerk is getting his." She rubbed her fingers together. "He's gotten free deliveries off you for a month now, but that ends. I'm getting twenty today, but that was an emergency. I think I can make it ten per delivery, maybe fifteen, I don't know. See how much I scare him."

A smile crept over his face, just as she'd hoped. "You're a shark, Bix Caleen."

Because her heart had thumped again, she wrapped her scarf tightly around her ears. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

He offered her his arm so they could pick their way back up the rocks. "Only you."

FINIS

#Bix Caleen #Brasso #Brixo #I like that for a ship name #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #PTSD #depression #she's doing better this time around!#really!#andor #star wars

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switchycatgirlfriend · 2 years

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Porcupine Tree @ Mexico City 2022 🇲🇽 🇬🇧

My. Fucking. God.

Where do I even begin to explain the absolute bliss I felt during the 3 hour long show????

Being Porcupine Tree my absolute favorite band ever and being a big Steven Wilson fangirl, in no way I was gonna miss this show. The whole day was an adventure, though. Sadly, my girlfriend had an accident around 5 am that day and was unable to go to the concert. I went to take care of her the whole afternoon and she told me to give her ticket to someone else. By the evening, her brothers were taking care of her and knowing she was safe, resting and feeling a little better but not enough to leave home, after talking about the situation, I left to the concert. (She's even better by the time of this post, thankfully.)

Arriving somewhere but not here at the venue, I waited for some friends that I told to reunite with me at the entrance, and I met at least ten other friends that I didn't expect to see there, from classmates to teachers and fellow musicians. It felt nice to know more people appreciate this band as much as I do (almost).

I entered the venue a little late, mostly because I was waiting for my friends before going into the Pepsi Center auditorium together, so I wasn't in place to enjoy properly one of my favorite songs from them: Blackest Eyes. I was listening to it as I was walking to my table in the VIP Lounge section, almost at the very front. (I'll never be able to thank my godfather enough for that). Said table was next to a metal railing spliting the general section from this one, where I spent the whole concert in monke mode shaking it, shouting and waving at my favorite ensemble.

After Blackest Eyes ended, Steven took the microphone to formally introduce the show and mentioned they'd play the whole Closure/Continuation album just before Harridan began sounding. That song to me is already destined to be a classic of the band. Such a fucking brilliant comeback, my gaaaaaaaaaawd 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I'm not gonna describe the events song by song, though. You should know, however, that there is a tradition here in Mexico that involves throwing a plushie of the mascot from a popular national pharmacy franchise called "Dr. Simi" into the stage. At a certain point of the concert, one of those flew right into the tour's bassist Nate Navarro, so, after that song ended, Steven asked for more plushies to be thrown at them. Only one more Simi, a porcupine and a mexican flag made it there, to which Steven showed a little comical disappointment.

In general we all noticed Steven somewhat quirky and in a very good mood. The whole band was, in fact. Even Barbieri's cheeks rose one millimeter at one point of the night. Steven joked about having to make an intermission because of them being old. Also, at some other point, he asked the crowd to shout "Happy Birthday Yali" while recording it into his cellphone to show the video afterwards to his adoptive daughter. What a sweet, heartwarming detail 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The songs they played outside of C/C were Even Less, Drown With Me and Last Chance To Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled (not in that order). Love those songs, but when the feels really started to kick in was when Fear Of A Blank Planet began. That album saved my life from eternal mysery of a poor career choice. It felt very intimate.

When I really lost it was with Anesthetize. As soon as I began hearing the guitar intro I couldn't contain myself and I started crying a fucking river. Ugly face, runny nose, shouting the lyrics with no mistakes and headbanging as hard as I fucking could. That song means the absolute world to me. One of my friends had to hug my from how aggressively I was sobbing. I remember that moment and I want to start crying as hard again. I even shouted from the top of my lungs "TE AMO STEVEN" like a K-pop stan. I'm a big dummy for him, I swear.

They ended the show after "playing adult peek-a-boo" with Collapse The Light and Trains, and as if it had been only 30 minutes, the concert was over. Made some impulsive t-shirt purchasing after that and I got an In Absentia one and a FOABP that doesn't fucking fit me because I couldn't fucking read the tag attached to it.

So, yeah. It was a lifetime experience that I am extremely thankful to have lived and shared with my friends, and a memory I'll carry dearly until the day I die. I want to cry again. Hug me, please.

#porcupine tree #adopt me steven pls #steven wilson #gavin harrison #kevin harrison #richard barbieri #nate navarro #randy mcstine #pepsi center #mexico city #2022 #concert #live #spoilers #mexico #CDMX #Te amo Steven 😭😭😭

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perriewinklenerdie · 3 years

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Married (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: Parts of Ines’s wedding told from Ethan’s perspective feat. E&C dancing, staring at each other during the wedding, basically being a married couple and everyone calling them out for it. OH3 Chapter 11 added content.

Warnings: None, it’s fluff town all the way

A/N: I feel scammed by PB. All the golden opportunities - wasted. So I fixed it.

His shoes sank a bit in the sand as he began walking towards the venue. More and more people were beginning to arrive, sounds of conversation and laughter increasing by the minute. He recognized his coworkers with ease and approached them. The first to notice him is Tobias, his eyebrow arching slightly at the sight of him.

“You came alone? Where’s Herondale?” he asked, looking over Ethan’s shoulder to search for the blonde resident.

“She helped me fix my tie, then kicked me out of our room. And refused to let me see the dress.” He explained, shrugging with a helpless laugh. Harper laughed along with him, clapping her hands gently.

“That’s wife behavior. Are you sure you two aren’t married?”

“Dude, if you two eloped, I’m not going to be working out with you anymore.” Bryce chimed in, acting as though he was offended, a serious look overtaking his face.

“Where would you- why would you- “ Ethan started stumbling over his words, realizing only after a moment that everyone was smirking at him teasingly. He huffed, fighting a blush that creeped onto his cheeks anyway. “I see. You all think you’re funny.”

“You make it too easy, Ethan.” Harper giggled, shaking her head.

“And we know we’re funny, Ethan.” His mentor put his hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“Hilarious, even.” Baz added.

A small sound of an incoming message caused everyone to stop talking. Sienna unlocked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Claire just texted me a photo of her in a dress.”

Immediately, everyone jumped to her side, long before Ethan could even move his finger. Once he woke up from the daze, he took a step towards the young doctor that he considered his friend. Zaid stopped him in his tracks with a hand pressed to his shoulder.

“She said to not let you see the photo.”

“Why?”

Her voice rang from behind him. “I wanted to see your reaction myself.”

Ethan turned around and, at once, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze dropped to her shoes and dragged up her body slowly. The gentle flow of her skirt, pink silk that he knew for sure would almost spill through his fingers. The bodice, snug against her chest, accentuating her curves and making his male brain run wild. Careful to not linger on her chest too long – he would not get crap from their friends for this – he finally looked at her face. She was grinning smugly with a bit of a nervous spark.

He stepped up to her, resting his hand on the dip of her waist, tracing the floral patterns under his touch. With his other hand, he grasped hers in a gentle manner, raising it to press a warm kiss to her fingers.

“You’re taking my breath away.” he muttered, staring at her intensely.

“Hypoxia is dangerous, maybe I should go.” Claire teased, leaning away a fraction of an inch. He immediately pushed on her back to stop her, their personal spaces merging.

“Not having you by my side is fatal.” He dropped his voice to a low rumble, her grin melting into the soft smile. Their lips met in a slow kiss, no heat to it, just pure emotions.

They remained like that for a prolonged moment, his hands carefully pressing her to his chest. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making their bodies move in a swaying motion.

Jackie burst their bubble. “You, lovebirds, the brides are about to arrive, cut it out.”

Ethan pressed his lips to Claire’s one last time, then leaned away. Their noses brushed against one another as their eyes met. He whispered gently. “I’ll come find you after the ceremony.”

She pecked his cheek sweetly. “Can’t wait.”

He wasn’t particularly a fan of weddings. He wasn’t invited to a lot of them, either. If combined with his dislike for big social gatherings, one would come to the conclusion that Ethan Ramsey was miserable right in that moment.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

As Ines and Angie exchange vows and talk about their love for each other, his eyes find Claire. Sitting in her chair across the aisle, she’s holding Sienna’s hand and passing her a tissue. She’s all anyone could ever ask for, and the mere sight of her makes him fall down into the void of memories.

How far he’s come as a person. A cynic that dreaded what a new year would bring along with a new batch of interns. A man that had only two people in his life that he could call friends. A man that went to the bar every night to forget the day behind him, only to go back to his empty apartment. All of that was so long ago that he barely recognized that version of himself anymore. He was so different now.

He smiled more. Laughed, even, and found that he didn’t find stupid jokes Lahela made all the time half as annoying as he once did. He didn’t spend every waking moment at work. Instead, he enjoyed his time off. Still at a bar, but not to drink away his worries. Not alone – not anymore.

Now, he had someone to come home to.

Claire shook her head as she laughed at what Zaid said and Ethan’s heartbeat quickened. They grew together as people too, and along with that, their relationship evolved.

From the night they spent together in the NICU, when her head slowly fell onto his shoulder and he couldn’t find a single cell in his body to tell him to lean away. Because he wanted her to be close. It was the first moment in which he thought that maybe this brilliant woman was meant to be more to him than just an intern – and right after that, he squashed the idea back down.

Every hold of her hand, every silent sign of support, he cherished it all. Unknowingly falling deeper for the woman that would become the center of his universe before he realized what was happening.

Their kiss in Miami would be at the forefront of his mind in his every living second until he kissed her again. Growing stronger with each time his resolve broke and their lips met, softly or with wild abandonment.

The first time he could call her his – the first time he had her to himself. He knew in that moment that he was ruined for everyone else. No one would ever make him feel that way, ever again. He knew it damn well – and yet, he still fought against it.

Absence makes heart grow fonder. He now knew it was true. Months he spent away from her, keeping her at arm’s length, taught him as much. How could he deny those words when the moment he pulled her closer to him outside his apartment and their lips touched, he felt his mind go blank and his heart stop. He vowed to never let her leave again. To never lose her.

And then he almost did.

The thought alone made his muscles spasm, and he was a millisecond away from running to her side, just to feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat. Leaving her side now, even if only for a moment, even to do their job, caused a silent voice to go off in his head. A wave of panic usually followed, staying with him until he saw her again.

Thankfully, nowadays, she was within his reach most of the time. She never asked why he sometimes needed to pull her close and just hold onto her – she knew.

He felt the corners of his lips rise on their own accord. She was radiant in every second of every day. In that moment, she was the most beautiful person there. The idea that it was him that she continuously chose to be with, day after day, only made him smile wider.

This was it for him. He found his one and only, as cliché as that sounded – he knew it for sure. Guess weddings really did make people reflect on love after all.

Ethan was very much aware of how lovestruck he must have been looking in that moment. With his eyes on Claire, he was a picture of a man in love – and he was finally ready to admit that he was. He loved her.

Almost as though she could hear his thoughts, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. His lips moved as he mouthed the words, her smile becoming gentler.

“I’m yours.”

She mouthed it right back to him.

Music wasn’t as obnoxious as he anticipated it to be. That didn’t, of course, mean that he condoned every dance move he saw the guests do. He decided to not complain, though – it was a day to be happy, he wouldn’t bring anyone down with his opinion on their questionable choices of moves.

Currently, he was seated by the table, nursing his whiskey. Mirani twins, Tobias and Naveen sat beside him, all five men watching their colleagues party with wine glasses in their hands.

“How long, do you think, will it take for one of them to break a glass?” Baz asked, leaning out of his seat to see his friends better. Zaid grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Any second now. And my bet is on Varma.”

“Why?” Tobias’s face twisted in confusion as he turned towards him, intrigued. Zaid shrugged.

“Because she can.”

Ethan tuned their conversation out, choosing instead to look at his girlfriend. She danced with Sienna, laughing as they sang along to the song. Her dress moved with her, flowing through the air elegantly. He felt the urge to stand up and walk up to her.

“Ramsey, you do know you can just walk up to her instead of sitting here and pining for her, right?” Tobias snickered, punching Ethan’s shoulder playfully. He scoffed, leaning away with a hint of a burn in his cheeks.

“I’m not pining for her.”

“You are.” All four of his companions replied.

He was so distracted by their words that he failed to notice an approaching form. Her hand landed on his shoulder softly, the tips of her nails scratching the back of his neck. Knowing who it was, he leaned into her touch, breathing out deeply.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m stealing him.” she mused happily, dragging her hand down his arm until her fingers tangled with his. Ethan let her pull her up, looping his arm around her waist.

“Stealing is bad, Herondale.” Tobias shot back, moving his eyebrows suggestively at the couple. Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Ethan beat her to the punch.

“She can’t steal something that’s already hers.” He grinned at them, then turned towards her. Claire’s jaw dropped in surprise at his boldness, her posture softening enough for him to pull her away from the table, smirking. Faintly, he heard Tobias’s words.

“Married. For sure.”

Ethan’s arms wrapped around her, fingers hooked onto her hipbones. She threw her arms around his neck, staring up at him with a soft smile. A slow song began playing and one look at where the DJ was situated told them who was behind this change. Ines grinned at them, giving them thumbs up and a cheeky wink.

“Is it just me, or is everyone trying to tell us something?” Claire giggled, nuzzling her nose against his jaw. He kissed her nose gently.

“So, you noticed it too?”

“Kinda hard not to. Girls said we’re acting like a married couple at least twice today.” she traced the lapel of his jacket, laughing quietly at the recognition in his eyes.

“Guys did it too.” Ethan muttered, tightening his hold on her. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“And how does that make you feel?”

He was silent for a long while. They swayed to the song, tuning out everything else. To her surprise, he didn’t tense up – nothing about his posture spelled out the doubts he once told her he had.

“Not as terrified as it did before.”

Claire leaned back to look at him. Their eyes met, tender understanding in them. Ethan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, perfectly soft and not nearly deep enough. She clutched his lapel in her fist, creasing the fabric with how strong her pull was. His fingers dug into her back, skipping past the coarser material of her bodice and gripping the soft silk of her skirt. A voice in the back of his head told him to loosen up the hold or he’ll mark the fabric, but the overwhelming need he felt for her overshadowed everything else and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

The song ended and with it, their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, they caught their breath, standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Blissfully unaware of how much attention they gathered with their tender moment.

Ethan opened his eyes and finally allowed his mind to register the music again. Some sort of a fast tune that made people around them go mad. His girlfriend stared at him with an unspoken question, and he got the meaning perfectly well.

With a definite move, he dipped her onto the floor. She giggled, the sound breaking through the loud music to reach his ears. Ethan smirked, throwing her back into his arms. With his lips against her ear, he mused hotly.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Her leg wrapped around his thigh, pushing their bodies closer. His voice broke off and his breath shuddered at the way their bodies clashed and the suggestive smirk she sent his way. His hand fell to her ass, all inhibitions gone.

“Ethan!” she exclaimed, laughing at the carefree smile he gave her. He moved his hand a bit, albeit begrudgingly.

“Can you blame me? You’re irresistible.” He muttered, kissing the shell of her ear. Claire hummed, then twirled out of his hold and back into it, jumping into his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. Ethan groaned deeply in his throat, making her smirk.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.”

Notes

This is a part 2 to the Mile High Club fic. As I said, PB could have made the chapter so good with all the wedding themes that I’d lose my wig. Writers apparently don’t know how to do basic research into fiction themes, but that’s okay (kinda). It just means I have more material to work with.

Round two smut is coming soon.

Thank you for reading! <3

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#ethan ramsey #open heart #playchoices

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 20 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.6 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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His

The moment you open the front door, you know something's off. It's night already, and you're sure, by how dark it is, that every single light is turned off. Keanu was supposed to stay with Liam as you went to your appointment with the psychologist. Another one, someone who will give you a different perspective. So you don't get why the house seems to be empty. He doesn't take Liam out without telling you, and you do the same, always letting the other know where you'll be.

“Keanu?” You call, throwing your purse on the couch and taking your heels off.

Fear starts creeping over your skin when you see something weird on the floor, some feet away. Walking there, you bend over to take it, and at the same moment you realize what it is, you see another, and another, and one more after, forming a trail that leads to the back of the house. Furrowing your eyebrows, you wonder why are there so many red rose petals on the floor.

“Keanu?” You call again, making your way to the backyard, an unusual yellowish light getting your attention. “What–” The words get caught on your throat when you notice more and more the petals, and as you follow and then, raising your head, your eyes go wide at the sight of the backyard, completely lit up by candles.

There's a table set in the middle and roses all over the place. Keanu stands by the table, in a damn suit, which makes him look even more handsome. Mouth half open, you take a look at everything, perfectly set, before starting at Keanu once again.

“Ke... What...” He moves his hand a little and a slow, soft song starts playing. You gasp, biting your lip.

“Can I have this dance?” He asks, and you nod, making your way over him and taking his hand on yours.

Keanu guides your arms around his neck, his big, warm hands resting on your hip, and it burns right through the delicate fabric of the green dress you're wearing. And then, you start moving, from side to side, following the rhythm.

“What's this about, Ke?” You have to ask. It's been a while since you decided to start dating. It does sound silly, given everything that happened, but you both thought it would be a good start. You also promised not to let out what happened between you two, since people wouldn't understand and you don't want to affect his career. You forgave him, wholeheartedly, and you know he did what he did to keep you safe.

“Just thought we needed a romantic dinner.” He simply says, taking your hand and pushing you away, so gently, before pulling you back into his arms. “And don't worry. Liam is with Mrs. Jackson.”

“Alright...” Raising an eyebrow, you look up at him. “Is it a special occasion? Like my birthday or something?” The day you were born was mentioned, but you didn't really pay attention.

“Not for a couple of months.”

“You're oddly mysterious tonight, Ke.” Tiptoeing, you place a kiss on his lips.

“What's wrong with a little bit of mystery?” When the song ends, he takes your hand, guiding you to the table.

“There's nothing wrong with it.” Shrugging your shoulders, you smile at him, taking your seat.

“I'll serve dinner. Give me a minute.” You nod as he walks back inside, taking the time to look around again.

The yard was never so beautiful, the candles casting soft, warm lights. There are red petals, scattered around the place, and roses on the centerpiece. Reaching out your hand, you take one, bringing it to your nose and breathing in the amazing scent.

“(Y/N),” Keanu calls when he's near you, and when you turn around, you don't find anything on his hands. “I was going to wait so we could have dinner first, but...” Taking your hand in his, Keanu pulls you up, and you furrow your eyebrows at him.

He takes a deep breath before searching for something on the inside of his suit, and you feel your blood running cold when he gets down on one knee.

Keanu reveals a small, dark box, and when he opens it, there's the most beautiful ring you've ever seen in it. It shines, lit up by the candles, and you see three stones, the one in the middle a little bigger than the others.

“(Y/N), I know it's only been some months since we started... Dating.” He begins, and you feel your hands shaking. “But everything happened to us in quite an unusual way and I'm completely in love with you.” You're already crying, a hand covering your mouth. “I thought I knew what love was, but I was so wrong. This is love, and it's... Undescribable. The way I feel when you walk in the room is... You own my heart, it's yours.”

Biting back a sob, you let him take your hand in his.

“So I couldn't wait anymore, beautiful. I want what we had while stuck on that lie to be real. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Forever. So... (Y/N)... Do you want to be my wife?”

“Yes,” you mutter, a little too fast, but since you're not sure if he could hear it, you nod, watching as he slides the ring on your finger.

There are no words to describe this moment. As Keanu stands up again, welcoming you into his arms and lifting you up, and you know this is right. Maybe everything meant to lead you to this moment. You know there are important people you left behind, like Daniel, your first husband, but you can only count on what you remember. And maybe just maybe, this was meant to be since the beginning. And you're happy, beyond happy, to have found the love of your life.

So it doesn't take much until the preparations start. Actually, they start on the very next day. For the general public, you'll be just a wedding vow renewal, since you don't remember the first. But it doesn't matter what they think, only what you know.

Laura is overjoyed, and she takes it into her hands to help you with everything. The date is set for only two months after the proposal, so it gives you little time to put everything together. And Laura is as indecisive as you are about the wedding dress. You do want to know Keanu's opinion, but you really want it to be a surprise, so you manage to chose it without asking him.

Things start getting hectic as the day approaches, but thanks to Laura, and to some people Keanu hired to organize everything, stuff is getting done just in time. When the day comes, there's not a single thing that isn't perfect.

There weren't allowed any journalists, just a single photographer, who's friends with Keanu. You know the pictures will find their way online, and you're well aware of some paparazzi hiding away. But nothing else matters. When you say ‘I do’, dressed in white, eyes on the most handsome man on Earth, nothing else matters.

And when you kiss, sealing your love before all the guests, you finally understand the true meaning of happiness. And as you walk down the aisle, hand in hand with Keanu as he holds Liam in his free arm, you smile at the camera, barely able to believe your eyes.

Sometime later, you're watching Liam playing in Mrs. Jackson's arms as you're seated on Keanu's lap. It was just for some photos, but you decided to stay.

“I have some news. But only if you agree.” Keanu says, low voice on your ear.

“Let's hear it.”

“I thought about a week in the Caribean as a honeymoon. But in November, so Liam is a little older. And if you think he'd be alright without us for this period.” As he speaks, Keanu pulls your hair away, placing a kiss on your neck.

“If we can hire Laura as a babysitter, I think it'll be alright.” Biting your lip, you look down at him. “And you should at least try to control yourself, Mr. Reeves. There are still some hours before we can be alone.” Lowering your voice, you smirk, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Because you're so good on self-control, Mrs. Reeves.”

“Oh, I love my new name.” Kissing him again, you only pull away when a song starts playing. “Ok, we have to dance.” Jumping to your feet, you start moving already, holding his hand as you walk to the dance floor. The song is fast, so you get this chance to be all over Keanu the best you can without letting anyone else notice the teasing.

“Do you really think it's a good idea to tease your husband before the wedding night?” He asks, his huge hands coming to encircle your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“It's the best idea I ever had.” Winking, you turn around, moving along with the rhythm, rasing an eyebrow to see Laura dancing with Robert. That took some time, but you finally see something happening.

The rest of the party goes on wonderfully well, and when it's over, you go back home. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson offered to stay with Liam tonight, so you and your husband have the house to yourselves. You're not entirely surprised to find your bedroom all decorated with candles and roses. You love it, but before actually getting into bed, you completely fail on the self-control thing, joining Keanu in the shower.

But of course, it doesn't stop there, and in no time, the amazingly decorated bed is messed up, once again claimed as yours. And even though you're tired of the party and the ceremony, you can't stop. You can't have enough of Keanu, you can't have enough of finally being his.

@multific @inumorph @aestheticallywinchester @bvbwestfall @liviiii98 @allie1804-fan @gian-giannina @playboygeniusphilanthropist @partypoison00 @mariafetamina @fortheloveoffanfic @trin303 @june-harris

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toutallyahoe · 3 years

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Everybody Talks ~ Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu) pt 1

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a/n: i forgot to post this here, lmao whoops

but anyways, had to split this because tumblr cant support 7000+ words asdfghjkll

this is my longest one shot so far, please enjoy it. em begging thee

part one | part two | part three

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"Hey baby won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction,"

There it goes again, the annoying song that he was already very familiarized with as it was the very same song that his soulmate had been listening non-stop for the past few days. Iwaizumi Hajime doesn't know if his soulmate had a different time zone than his (thirteen hours difference to be exact) or just a psychopath listening to the loud song for the whole night that the dark haired male could barely sleep. And it had been almost a week already!

"Hey baby what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction,"

Hajime doesn't even understood the song that much despite it's catchy tune. It was in, on what he assumed, was english. Yes, it was very catchy song at first as the beat was very enjoyable and the singer had a nice voice— but listening to the song for almost one week straight? It can drive anyone insane. And Iwaizumi Hajime had to deal with listening to the song over and over again in non-stop repeat because of his (probably) psychopath soulmate listen to it in full volume.

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time,"

The dark haired male was rather a bit thankful that the volume of the song he was hearing was a bit bearable as whatever song anyone's soulmate was listening too, it was projected to the other about only eighty percent the noise. Still, the song was loud and Hajime wonders if his soulmate would go deaf with how loud the song was playing on their end. Well, if they weren't going deaf already.

"I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

It started with a whisper!"

Sighing, Hajime stared at the ceiling of his room, a small frown on his lips. God, his soulmate was lowkey an asshole for making him listen to the same song over and over again for the past few days. If he ever finds his soulmate, the dark haired male was sure to beat them up— or at least, be angry at them for making him listen to a song that he could barely sleep.

"And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

Looking at the alarm clock on top of his nightstand beside his bed, the dark haired male let out another annoyed grunt as he saw the time. It was already midnight and he still had school to attend to tomorrow. Not to mention volleyball practice early in the morning aswell.

God, for a moment, Hajime hated the soulmate bond so, so much.

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

But Iwaizumi Hajime also remembered that his soulmate rather had a nice taste in music that even made him listen to his soulmates favorite bands— or at least he assumes they were their favorite bands.

Hajime was stuck with the soulmate bond that let's him hear the song what his soulmate was listening too, and it reminded the dark haired male that his soulmate was somehow sharing a part of themselves to him.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Sighing again, Hajime wished he would just smack his soulmate right now.

"Hey honey you could be my drug?

You could be my new prescription,"

Hajime let out an annoyed grunt as he just finished serving and stood outside the court. It was unfortunately out of bounds as he put too much pressure on hitting the ball, but Hajime could barely care about it right now.

"Too much could be an overdose!

All this trash talk make me itchin'!"

Jesus fucking Christ, it was practically by the end of the day, but his soulmate was still listening to the song? The dark haired male now fully believed his soulmate was a psychopath. Period.

"Oh my, my,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

Everybody talks, too much..."

"Woah, losing your edge there ace!" Hajime turned his head to whoever had said those words and saw it was a fellow third year and (unfortunately) friend of his, Hanamaki Takahiro. The light brown (pink-ish?) haired male had an eyebrow raised towards him but an amused smirk on his lips with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You okay there? Or are you getting old already?" Takahiro snickered as Hajime rolled his eyes at the wing spiker. The light brown (salmon???) haired player was always a bit of a tease along with another third year, Matsukawa Issei. Speaking of the middle blocker, it seemed like the black haired middle blocker also decided to come and join on annoying the dark haired ace.

"You've been also more annoyed than usual," Issei pointed out as he stood next to his light brown (pastel pink???) haired friend with his arms crossed on his chest aswell. "Love the eye bags, by the way," Issei continued as he grinned while Takahiro snickered more at his comment.

"Oh, shut up," Hajime had grunted as he rubbed the temple on his head. The dark haired ace was already tired from the lack of sleep and practicing volleyball even if he do love the sport. He can't deal with his teams bullshit right now.

"Iwa-chan can't sleep because of his soulmate!" Yelled the volleyball captain of the males volleyball club of Aoba Johsai, Oikawa Tōru, who was unfortunately the dark haired male's best friend since childhood from across the court. How did he know what the three were talking about? No one would ever know other than knowing the captain enjoyed gossip and doesn't care if he even gets caught listening to conversations that doesn't include him. Oikawa Tōru had no shame.

Sighing again, Hajime was so fucking done. Of course the chocolate brown haired male would know about his soulmate problem even if he doesn't say anything about it. For some odd reason, Tōru had a sixth sense with him and his soulmate. How annoying.

"Because of your soulmate...?" Takahiro asked, confused. The confusion on his face was immediately then replaced with an amused look as a shit eating grin was replaced the smirk on his lips. Hajime already felt the headache coming.

"That's pretty kinky, not gonna lie," Takahiro said with no shame whatsoever. Obviously his imaginations running wild from the chocolate brown haired male's shout about Hajime and his soulmate. Issei could only chuckle at his friend's words as they both look at the dark haired ace who was slowly losing his sanity and patience.

"But seriously, Iwaizumi. What's the deal with your soulmate?" Issei asked. Finally something Hajime could actually answer and not be teased by the assholes that he calls his teammates and friends. Unfortunately.

"The dumbass hasn't stopped listening to this one song for almost a week now," Hajime grunted as he could still hear the said song in his mind.

"It started with a whisper!

And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

"Really?" Takahiro said, a bit surprised that a measly song would annoy the dark haired ace. Sure, Iwaizumi Hajime was a bit of a hot headed person but he was a hot headed person who can control his temper— unless it's with Oikawa Tōru, then Hajime would not hesitate to beat the shit outta the chocolate haired captain.

"What's so bad with the song?" And it seemed like the black haired middle blocker agreed aswell as Issei asked that question. The taller male didn't know if he should congratulate their ace's soulmate for making the dark haired male so annoyed and irritated for the past few days or feel bad for Hajime.

"The song isn't the problem," Hajime huffed as he saw both Takahiro and Issei look at him with raised brows. Clearly wanting him to elaborate more since they were confused. Sighing, the dark haired male decided to just come out with it. "They just have been playing the song non-stop and it's driving me insane."

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

"What's the song?" The light brown (peach?!?) haired male had asked. Curious on what Hajime's soulmate was listening to. Can you blame him though? Their ace seemed to be a bit secretive with his soulmate, even if they had been teammates and friends for years. Iwaizumi Hajime didn't seemed to like talking about his soulmate, either it be him not liking them or just likes his privacy. It was probably the latter but who knows?

Sighing again, Hajime gestured the two to follow him to the changing room. The practice was almost over anyways and both Takahiro and Issei had finished their serves earlier ago aswell. The dark haired ace was going to let the two third years hear the song he had been listening to for the past few days with his phone. Hajime, after all, downloaded the song his soulmate had been listening to non-stop.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Arriving at the changing room with the two males tagging along, Hajime wasted no time going to his assigned locker and opened it up. Taking out his phone and unlocking it, Hajime immediately then went to his music app and searched the song his soulmate had forced him to listen to for almost a week.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day,

When everybody's words got in the way!"

Finding the song, the dark haired ace turned to both his friend and gave them a blank expression as he hit play on the song.

The familiar intro of the song played loud on the device's speaker and it didn't take long for the singer started singing the song that Hajime was song he could sing along perfectly from how much he had heard the song already. The dark haired male had practically memorized the lyrics of the song already and he wasn't even kidding.

"Woah," Issei whistled as he look at the song that was playing in Hajime's phone more closely. "Damn ace, you're soulmate has taste!" The black haired male said. Rather surprised and impressed to the song Hajime's soulmate taste in music.

"It's in english too," Takahiro pointed out. He then turned to look at Issei who looked at him aswell. The two seemed to be communicating without even saying anything, but seeing the furrowed eyebrows and small frown on their lips, Hajime knew what they were thinking.

"Your soulmate is probably in a foreign country..." Takahiro said as he looked back at the dark haired ace. A bit worried but the wing spiker seemed to force a grin on his lips. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky to get a foreign soulmate ace," Issei said. "Imagine getting help with english!" The black haired male chuckled. The two friends continued on listing the positives of having a soulmate who can talk in english and joking about it.

The dark haired ace didn't seemed to listen to the two though.

Hajime knew that there was a huge possibility that his soulmate was in another country than where he was. Soulmates were rarely even in the same cities most of the time, so Hajime fully knows about him maybe not meeting his soulmate. Still, it still hurts to think that his soulmate was far away from him and probably would not meet.

Iwaizumi Hajime didn't considered himself as a hopeless romantic, but it had always been his dream to meet the other person who he had sharing music to since he was seven years old.

There were two reasons why Hajime hated sharing about his soulmates music taste. First was that it hurts to be reminded that Hajime would only hear the song his soulmate was listening to and most of the time those songs were in english and were too loud for his liking. Sure, his soulmate listened to some mellow song aswell like lo-fi and even taking note on songs he listened too aswell, but his soulmate seemed to enjoy the upbeat and loud ones a lot.

Second was that Hajime felt like the music he listened from his soulmate were sacred. It was a silly thing to think but for the dark haired ace, the music and songs his soulmate was listening too, it was only for him to listen to and only him alone.

God, perhaps Iwaizumi Hajime was a hopeless romantic. Or at least, a little bit of a hopeless romantic with how he thinks about some dumb songs his soulmate was listening too.

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pinkpastels113 · 3 years

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Barking Morning

Rating: G/K+

Word Count: 1,741

Pairing: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell

Summary: In which Chloe is livid, Beca is defensive, and a beagle is happily barking away.

B/C. One-shot. Fluff. Neighbors AU.

Excerpt:

Her fingers pull at the gate at the corner of the sidewalk, and she swings it open, striding right in, “Hey!”

A woman about her age looks up from her crouch at the inside of her sliding glass door, her hands halting in their gesture at beckoning her pet forward, and Chloe’s feet falters at the sight of startled blue eyes meeting her gaze.

The beagle that had been making its happy way back towards its owner perks up at the sound and turns its head, its tail wagging like crazy as another bark permeates the air at the sight of its distraction.

“Yeah?” Her neighbor’s voice is skeptical and wary and just at the beginnings of being defensive as her eyes lose its spark of surprise and roves over her livid figure.

Chloe’s heart pounds at the gesture and then her feet are resuming its vehement traipse forwards because as if adding insult to injury, her neighbor is attractive and if she wasn’t so freaking mad, she would’ve smiled and flirted and tried to make her acquaintance, and surely someone that attractive would’ve at least had the decency to consider the insensitivity of her actions, “Next time let your dog out after the early hours of the day, will you? Some people have to sleep and get up in the morning to go to school.”

On ao3 or ff.net or here... (cuz it’s short)

Chloe had never been so livid over something so stupid.

She is generally a relaxed and pretty laid back individual, always have been and hopefully still will be (after this one incident of course), and have always allowed things to slide off her shoulders and not be taken personally, have always smiled away an “it’s fine” and continued on her merry way.

So this proves to be a highly unusual case of her losing her mind, and combined with the fact that it had been over something so stupid, she is now positively vibrating with rage by the time she’s done trying to suppress and ignore the strong but rare emotion.

Like, who the hell allows their stupid dog outside at freaking six in the morning and then not say or do anything when he/she/it starts and then continues barking it’s freaking head off non-stop at something that’s probably completely unjustifiable and not even consider the fact that it might be a high inconvenience and annoyance to the neighbor next door?

She is a freaking med student darn it, and she has a big potentially life changing exam in just a couple hours and she has had enough with the inconsideration and the barking and the suppression of her rare lividity at the expense of herself trying to be a good and reasonable human being.

Which is saying something else, because her neighbor—whomever he or she may be—is certainly not receiving the memo or even trying to reciprocate the gesture as well.

Tightening the knot of the bathrobe at her waist and trying to not growl like the dog just outside her bedroom window, Chloe stomps to her front door and throws it open, and doesn't bother to close it as she continues on her way into her neighbor’s backyard. She knows that her hair’s mussed and her feet’s bare and she’s practically naked under her robe and that her mom would probably freak if she went to greet some stranger in her current state of undress, but she could really not care less as she storms down the walkway at the side of the house that she had recently inherited from her deceased grandparents, her feet landing on cool paved stone and then soft green grass as she reaches the half wall separating her backyard from her neighbor’s.

“Come on, buddy, time to come inside!”

Oh great, now her neighbor decides to do something, when the damage was already well and done and she was already awake and on her way to give her neighbor a piece of her mind.

Her fingers pull at the gate at the corner of the sidewalk, and she swings it open, striding right in, “Hey!”

“Yeah?” Her neighbor’s voice is skeptical and wary and just at the beginnings of being defensive as her eyes lose its spark of surprise and roves over her livid figure.

An eyebrow rises into chocolate brown hair and Chloe briefly notes that her neighbor is adorably a couple inches shorter even though she is still standing behind the threshold, “I hadn’t realized that six in the morning is considered early,” she says, crossing her arms.

Her beagle bounds up to her stop in front of the frowning brunette and barks at her feet, and Chloe tries not to eye at the soft coat of its fur and marvel at the small patch of black on its otherwise white and tan body, “It’s early enough for me to get pissed off when your dog won’t stop barking at whatever it was that it had been barking at and ruin any chance for me to go back to sleep.”

“Well, I’m sorry if it’s such an inconvenience for you that this is the only time that I can let him out before I go to work, and that you hate dogs enough to storm into my backyard in your robe and yell at me for letting him have some air before locking him up for hours on end,” she replies, shifting her weight onto one foot and leaning against the side of her sliding glass door.

Chloe sputters at the assumption and audacity of the short brunette to turn this on to her, “I don’t hate dogs; I was a vet student before I dropped out in favor of medicine!”

“I can’t imagine why.” Her tone is dry and sarcastic as her gaze travels over her robe clad figure once more, and Chloe is certain that her skin had by now turned into a shade of red rivaling that of her hair, for reasons not particular to her burning antagonism.

Before she could open her mouth for her next words however, the beagle at her feet rubs its head on her calves and twirls between her legs, tongue sticking out to lick at her shins in excitement and happiness, tail wagging enough to shake its entire rear end, and Chloe is delightedly distracted. Immediately, a laugh bubbles its way out of her chest and she shuffles her feet, trying to relieve herself of the tickling sensation and momentarily losing her hold onto her irritation.

“Guetta, stop.”

At the two word request, Chloe snaps her head up from the enthusiastic beagle and raises her brows in shock, “Guetta? You named your dog after an artist?”

A flash of interest crosses her neighbor’s face before it dissipates, her expression schooling back into neutral blankness, “Yeah, so what? Is that a problem for you as well?”

The thing about being usually laid back and rarely mad enough to lose her crap in front of a complete stranger is that it only lasts for a split second, and that once it was all done and settled and dealt with, she is back to being her usual serene self, curious about this woman who works at six in the morning and who is sarcastic in the most inopportune of times and who owns an overly energetic beagle and who names it after one of her all time favorite artists in the entire world. So she now bites her lip and steps forward, her fingers fiddling with the clasps of her robe, “Are you kidding? I love David Guetta; his song Titanium is my jam. My lady jam.”

She looks stunned at the sudden change of demeanor and subject and Chloe grins as she watches her arm uncross to run through chocolate curls, steely gaze darting away, “Oh. That’s...nice.”

“Yeah.” They make eye contact yet again, this time with none of the earlier animosity and mockery between them, and Chloe finally lets herself appreciate the angle of her cheekbones, the tattoo on her shoulder, the subtle curve of her nose, the pink glossiness of her lips. Her grin widens into a full on smile when her neighbor’s blank slate of a face cracks into an expression of tentative amusement, and she takes another step forward, toes curling in the grass, about to make another comment about her precise fondness for the song when a jubilant yip rises from her feet.

She had almost forgotten about the dog, about the subject of their less than pleasant meeting and now the subject of their more than promising connection, and she amends it by getting onto her knees and rubbing its face, patting his head and scratching his ears, and she giggles as Guetta barks happily and licks her cheek.

“I’m Chloe, by the way,” she says, pushing her hair out of her face so she can properly look at her, because it'd been only about five minutes since she had known this woman and she can already tell that she is hooked.

“Beca,” the brunette offers, rolling her eyes in fake exasperation as she watches her dog lavish Chloe with attention, not even bothering with calling him off anymore because they both knew that it would be fruitless.

“Awes,” the smile on her face seemed like a permanent fixture, and her serious lack of sleep and previous apprehension about her upcoming medical exam is the last thing on her mind, “Nice to meet you, Beca, and I’m really sorry about yelling at you for waking me up.”

Beca waves away her apology and gives one of her own, “I’m the one who should be sorry about being an inconsiderate jerk who didn’t do anything when this one here,” she nodded to Guetta who blinked innocently up at them, “Won’t stop barking at the mist in the air.”

Chloe coos at the beagle now kissing her neck about being silly before turning back to the short brunette, her appreciation for the reparation mixing with a sudden hope for a chance to make up, “It’s fine, I got over it. Let’s start over?”

Because this time she’s not a sputtering, storm-up-to-her-total-stranger-of-a-neighbor-uncaringly-half-naked mess—well, the storming part at least, the half nakedness is still glaringly obvious and the uncaring is still stubbornly in place—and her neighbor’s really attractive and not a completely insensitive jerkface, and she would now like to make her acquaintance, and then possibly, optimistically, something more, and a redo of their respective first impressions are a necessity of a step for her—them—to reach that goal...

Chloe really wishes that Beca would say yes.

Beca grins and and steps away from the threshold, beckoning for her to go in, “Yeah, lets. Join me for a cup of coffee?”

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kimistorm · 3 years

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You and Stray Kids go through Airport Security

Pairings: Platonic! ot8 x reader

Word count: 2.2 k

Warnings: Slight panic from the reader

You struggled to keep the giddy leap out of your step as you rolled out your suitcase to meet the rest of the band and the managers. Everyone was dressed in comfortable, yet fashionable (okay Jisung was pushing it) clothes for the airport, and you were waiting for just a couple more people to come down and meet you. Seungmin was quick to notice you nearly vibrating with excitement, and gave you a cheeky shove on the shoulder, “excited?” You nodded with a big grin on your face. You had never been to an airport before, and you were ecstatic for the new experience and adventure.

You had made friends with Chris when you were still trainees, but when your contract was up, you decided that idol life in the spotlight wasn’t right for you. All of the flashing lights, the screaming fans, the constant life in the public overwhelmed you. That didn’t mean you completely left JYP Entertainment behind though, as you stuck around and helped 3Racha produce songs, and gave general moral support for the team of Stray Kids. You were always quick to help Han whenever he got overwhelmed, and the managers loved you as you had some uncanny ability to calm and control the members. But even though you were always around Stray Kids, you were never allowed to go with them on tour, since you technically weren’t a manager, until today.

“Okay, let’s head out!” you heard the manager’s voice and you quickly did a head count, as a small reassurance to you that everyone who was supposed to be there, was there, and followed Seungmin into one of the vans that was taking you to the airport. You and Felix climbed into the back seat, followed by Seungmin and Hyunjin, while Chris sat in the front seat next to the driver.

The drive was filled with banter and laughter, along with you, Felix, and Hyunjin screeching out lyrics to Disney movies. “Into the unknooooooown!” Hyunjin was the first one, quickly followed by you and Felix while Seungmin was facepalming and Chris was visibly cringing in the front seat.

“We’ve done this before,” Seungmin couldn’t help but groan at your antics, “are we done with it yet?”

The three of you froze what you were doing and stared at him. He gave you a quirked look at your sudden silence, before in true ‘single brain cell shared amongst the three of you’ fashion, synchronously began screech-singing again.

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“Okay, laptop out of my backpack. Phone, wallet, passport, boarding pass, and keys in the bucket. Shoes off. Jacket off.” You nodded determinedly as you tried to remember everything you’d need to do through security.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that scary,” you could see Jeongin’s eyes smiling behind the mask. The group was huddled together, waiting for the managers to find which security checkpoint would be the easiest to go through to get to your gate, while hoping no one would notice you. The commotion outside definitely knew that Stray Kids was in the airport, and the screams and camera flashes that bombarded you when you exited the van made you glad that you weren’t an idol. You forced yourself to walk with the other managers so you wouldn’t accidentally latch onto one of the members for support, with the amount of people around, the motion wouldn’t go unnoticed and you definitely didn’t want gossip around the group right before the tour.

“We’re heading that way,” the nine of you looked up at the manager and saw him pointing in the direction of one of the halls, and your group quickly followed him like little ducklings. Your eyes were wide open as you took in the airport. The high ceiling was adorned with minimalistic decorations that seemed to resemble waves and clouds. It was brightly lit with lights that matched the decorations perfectly and wide open windows and skylights let even more light in. There was a constant drone of people talking and wheels rolling on the smooth floor, and the walls had large advertisements placed far enough that it wouldn’t seem cluttered, but close enough that there was hardly a blank space in the wall.

Your group joined the express line to join security, passing by the long, winding line most of the other people had to go through. “You’ll need your passport and boarding pass to get past,” Chris told you as he dug around for his own. In a slight panic, you fumbled with your bag to get out said items. The group halted as one of the managers went up to the desk first. It was a quick process before Changbin went up, and quickly the rest of the band went through. You couldn’t help but clutch at the passport in your hand in fear, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Don’t worry about it, okay?” Chris gave you a reassuring smile as he snapped you out of your fear. “We’re all here.” You nodded almost absentmindedly and watched the people going through.

You couldn’t help but look at the metal detector with fear. It wasn’t that it looked scary, it looked like just a doorway, but your mind was racing with what would happen if you accidentally set it off. How much trouble would you get in? Would they stop you from boarding the plane? Would they arrest you?

“Next!” your reverie was shattered again when you heard the voice of the agent call for who was next. You glanced at Chris and he gave you a nudge and a smile, allowing you to go first. Nervously, you went up to the counter and presented your passport with your boarding pass tucked into it. “How are you?” the agent asked with a smile as she opened your passport and scanned your boarding pass.

“Good, and you?” the words spilled from your mouth automatically.

“Good, thank you.” She tucked the pass back into your passport and handed it back to you, “have a good flight.” You muttered a thanks as you took it and joined the line behind Felix. A faint voice was wondering if she saw how nervous you were, or if she was just really friendly.

Felix grinned as he saw you come into line behind him as he tugged off his shoes and put them in one of the rectangular bins. His backpack was already on the table with his laptop in another bin and his pockets emptied. “You doing okay?” he asked as he helped pick up an empty bin from the stack and placed it on the table of rollers.

“Yeah,” your voice came out more as a squeak and Felix’s brows furrowed immediately, it was obvious that you weren’t. The rush of people, the fast moving pace, the amount of objects moving around, you were terrified of forgetting something or doing something wrong.

“I’ll take care of your laptop,” Felix offered as you put your bag on the rollers and he took it to unzip it and take out said object. “Grab another bin, and put your phone and things in there.” He pointed to the cream colored object and you nearly slammed it on the table as your motions were starting to get jerky. You noticed how the conveyor belt took Felix’s stuff into the x-ray machine, leaving an empty space on the line as you were still trying to figure things out.

“Your stuff!” you pointed out as it disappeared to the other side.

“It’s okay,” Felix reassured you, “the others are over there. They’ll make sure it doesn’t get stolen.” You were more worried that you were holding up the line, but okay. “Your shoes too,” he pointed to the sneakers that were still on your feet and you quickly slipped them off, putting them into the bin that held your phone, wallet, and other miscellaneous things from your pockets.

“I’ll help push your things through,” you looked up to see Chris on the other side of you, piling his items onto the table. “You two go ahead.” As if to help prove his point, Chris started to push your stuff from the metal rollers to the conveyor belt, the mechanics making a light clinking sound as the items banged into each other.

“Roger that,” too nervous to protest, you followed Felix to the metal detector.

“Can you wait a second?” an agent called out and you jumped before realizing you were about to go into the detector with Felix.

“Ah, sorry!” you frantically apologized as you took a step back to the tape line a few feet from the detector. Felix walked through without any issue, and the agent waved for you to go through as well. You tensed as you walked forward. You were pretty sure you didn’t have anything on you, but what if you did? What if it made a loud beep? What if you caused a whole commotion? Would it hurt?

Thankfully, you went through without a hitch and nearly ran to Felix to gather your stuff. You hastily unzipped your backpack and shoved your laptop in, throwing your phone, passport, and other personal items from the bin in as well. You’d struggle to find it later, but you just wanted to get away. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and grabbed at your shoes. Hopping frantically on one foot to try and shove it back onto your foot. Your backpack was throwing you off balance and you felt yourself falling backwards. Panicking, you flailed your arms to try and regain your balance, and fell into someone’s arms.

“You’re okay,” you heard Jisung murmur as he helped you to your feet. “Do you have everything?” he asked as he went over to Chris who was collecting his items (Felix had left to who knows where). You trailed behind him with both of your shoes in your hand to check that you indeed had all of your stuff. He helped check to make sure the bins were empty and stacked them with the rest of the empty bins before gently taking your wrist and leading you to some metal benches where people were sitting and putting their shoes back on.

You felt your face flush as you sat down next to Felix to successfully put your shoes on your feet. How did you not see this earlier? Now you had just made a fool of yourself hopping around and causing a scene. Jisung sat down on the other side of you as he gave you a nudge and a grin, “I did that too the first time we went through security. I collided with one of the agents.”

You let out a gasp of horror as Felix snickered next to you, “that is true.” You finished tying your shoes and covered your face from the second hand embarrassment.

Jisung tapped at your backpack, “do you want to find your phone and passport? We can wait,” you nodded thankfully and pulled it off your shoulder to set in your lap. You opened it up to find all of the loose items you had thrown into your bag whilst in your frenzy. You took out your phone and tucked it into your pocket, and put your passport and boarding pass into a smaller pocket for easier access. It was then that you noticed Jisung was rubbing at your back reassuringly, and you smiled into it as you leaned over to cuddle into him more.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” Chris’s worried face appeared in front of you, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me.” You replied sheepishly, “sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem!” Felix was eager to reassure you, while Jisung and Chris nodded. “Security is scary. I’m pretty sure combined we’ve done nearly everything wrong at security.”

“Like that time they caught scissors in Minho’s bag?” Jisung suggested and Chris let out a joyful cackle.

“Or when Jeongin almost fell trying to take off his shoes, but ended up slamming his hand on the table and causing everyone in a ten foot radius to jump?” Felix added, which caused another chorus of giggles and laughter.

“Are we good here?” the four of you looked up to your manager looking at you in concern. He was the last one to go through security, so judging by how he was ready to go, the group was ready to head towards the next destination.

You nodded, “everything’s fine.”

He smiled before waving for everyone else to start moving. Since you were past security, you were feeling less panicked, but still latched onto Chris’ arm for support. “Is something wrong?” he asked in concern.

“I think I’m still nervous from the whole security encounter.” You confessed quietly as you felt your fingertips still feeling tingly.

He pulled his arm away from your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders, “better?”

You smiled at the comfort, “thank you, but I’m sure it’s not easy for you to walk like this.”

He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by, “I want a Chan hug!” Changbin cried out from the other side of Chris and pulled his arm to wrap around him like Chris was doing to you.

“Group hug!” Hyunjin cried out as he attempted to leap onto Chris’ backpack. Chris let out an ‘oof’ and staggered, causing the four of you to trip over each other and almost crash onto the ground. You felt yourself laughing and the nerves went away as the band continued to cause chaos with each other, the managers watching you with tired expressions, though you saw a crack of a smile there. You smiled as you looked at the eight around you, you were so glad that they were your family.

Masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #stray kids reader insert #skz #skz x reader #x reader #reader insert #kpop imagine #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #stray kids x you #my work #kimi's writing

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bella-donna418 · 3 years

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Livestreaming on YouTube w/ Mikasa

A/N: An HC I need to write rn bcs I might forget it later.

More modern AU vlogs bcs why not.

AND this is somewhat livestreaming 👀👀

~~~

So the house has like this recording studio/room for Mikasa because a few people (Sasha, Connie, Zeke (surprise he knows), Armin and Annie) know she's VERY good at singing)

And since they couldn't think of what to do with an extra room in the house because like, the house is huge asf and you'll need to fill EVERYTHING up.

So let's get to the point.

Sasha usually forces Mikasa to try at least livestreaming on YouTube because she BARELY has any videos.

Mikasa's like, "Sasha, no."

And Sasha would do all desperate pleading sh!t which annoys Mikasa to the point she sighs and says, "Fine. Just once. But DON'T tell anyone."

And Sasha was so happy.

Then ends up doing the opposite (the irony ik)

She's like, "She'll livestream later. Y'all gotta watch it."

And they're like, "Why?"

And Sasha looks at her fellow comrades from the "we know she can sing so good" club and they're like "oHHH—"

And the others who don't know are like '???' and just shrugged.

So here it is.

Sasha is with Mikasa in the recording studio/room and everyone is like somewhere else but they're watching ON someone’s phones and waiting for the countdown to end.

Sasha is there for like reading some stuff/song requests for Mikasa while she's singing so they don't miss anything—also for operating things.

So the livestreaming countdown ended and finally!!

(I'm the one writing this but why do I feel excited LMFAOO)

Ok, so Mikasa went to the regular greetings of like, "Hello, everyone." (Sasha still busy setting things up)

And then... the others were like watching and they're freaking hyped.

Sasha then read the first request (from Twitter) "So, first song is Dangerous Woman."

Mikasa's like, "Seriously?"

Sahsa looking at her while eating some doughnuts be like, "Request is request."

Mikasa rolls her eyes and the music starts.

Ok let's go to the "watching in secret" crew because they're like "Holy sh!t, holy sh!t!" (Ymir the one saying that, gets smacked by Historia)

Y'all let's skip to the high notes, shall we? 👀👀

So when she LITERALLY hit that note Jean almost dropped the phone and everyone bonked him on the head (I mean who in the right mind would drop such expensive iPhone 12 pro?! They rich and all, but thrift is key and it’s something Erwin and Levi implemented)

Everyone went full blown kung fu beating up and screaming of admiration

The vets somehow hearing this then Levi and Erwin went inside the room where the noise was coming from to see the commotion.

Levi's like, "What the f%!k is this?"

Everyone snapping out and looking at him—fear now lingering.

Then Hanji passed by and decided to stop there (she’s like that parent who walks by and sees you then ends up saving your a$*)

And she's like, "YOU'RE WATCHING TOO?!"

And the people who are scared shitless nodded slowly.

Hanji was like, *le gasp* "OMG SAME!!!! SHE'S SO GOOD AT SINGING, RIGHT?! SHE DIDN'T EVEN TELL!!"

Levi and Erwin giving her weird looks—gets ignored though.

Hanji be running to them to join the fun making Levi groan and Erwin sigh as they went back to what work they were doing earlier.

Mikasa seems to be having fun, so she just continues while Sasha is recording on her own and literally laughing to herself because she's looking at her phone and their comments were being buried.

Until she saw the snowman request which was Armin's.

And she was now glaring at Sasha while she laughs it off.

Ignores it and sings it anyway (it's f!#$ing ✨i m m a c u l a t e✨)

So let's list down the songs Mikasa sang

- Dangerous Woman - Take me home (the Bebe Rexha one) - Lover (Taylor Swift duhh) - Willow (I can't help but think of T.S songs lol) - Play Date (Melanie!!!!) - Kings and Queens - Hallucinate - God is a woman - Positions - Driver's License - Snowman (Armin requested this!) - 34 + 35 - Imagine - Love story - Me! - Stuck with u - Blank Space - Can we kiss forever? - In the name of love - Ready for it - Break up with your girlfriend - 7 rings - Dancing with a stranger (sam smith omfg) - Without me - Wildest dreams (Most of the songs are literally Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande lmaooo)

Moment of truth: Everyone was staring at Eren like: 👀 who seem to be let's say... impressed (or something more than that but you get the point)

So when the livestream was over everyone (who didn’t know) was like 😳😳 "She could sing—I didn't know that...

When Mikasa ended her live, they both got out of the recording studio and went inside the room where everyone was, she was now getting lots of shocked looks which made her go like 😳 "Y-you guys—"

And Hanji (no I didn't forget she was with them) beamed at her and was like, "Mhm! You didn't tell us you could sing!"

Mikasa was then blushing like mad and looked at Sasha who smiled sheepishly and went on her way to the kitchen.

Jean was trying to keep his inner peace and not go all like, "AKNCJDSNJNABSJ" (ofc he fails and he left the place)

The people who knew, are just stiffling their laughters right now because (manisfesting EreMika) Eren is literally looking at her with a 'how come I do not know about this?' look and glanced at Armin.

Armin just grinned and shrugged.

Mikasa then left the room to go to the kitchen—maybe to scold Sasha or something—because SHE clearly didn't expect this.

She only has an idea that Armin, Connie, Zeke, Annie and Sasha knew about her ✨talent✨ in singing.

She went to the kitchen for some iced tea and glared at Sasha who grinned while eating her favorite chips, PRINGLESSSS (can I have some too?)

She just sighed and continued.

To be honest she had fun with it and decided she should do more of these when she's free of work (because everyone now knows so there's no turning back now)

In the future, she'll probably do more of those live singing or cover song vids. (She clearly loves singing and it relieves herself when stressed— and so she won't get bored and stop all her videos about how she's so bored asf lmaoo)

~~~

A/N: And that's the headcanon!

Another disappoint one I believe.

I was like, why not make her do a livestream on YT where she sings for like an hour or smth

*adds a subtle EreMika bcs it's my OTP*

She now has an addition to her channel which is cover songs lol (assistant/manager is Sasha duh)

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hp-imagines-07 · 4 years

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I can't believe I did it again

Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Universe: Harry Potter; Marauders era

Type: fluffy, sad and angst

Summary: [y/n] is in love with Sirius and just her best friend, Remus, knows. Until, the day that they saw Sirius kissing another girl...

Request: YES|no - "Hi! Can i have an imagine with sirius black with 14,22,43,36? Thanks bb" @kerouacbridge

Prompts:

14- "Why are you awake ?" "I could ask you the same."

22- "It's nothing, I swear." "Yeah. sure, you're just bleeding to death."

36- "It's cold here..." "Come here, I'll keep you warm."

43- "SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!"

Warnings: swearing

Song: xxx

Word Count: 1.8K

Posted: 22nd of April 2020

A/N: that's my first time doing a request with prompts, i really hope you like it - and [y/h] means 'your house'

My Others Accounts: @imagines-07 (Principal Account) | @stit-imagines-07 (Stranger Things & IT) | @obx-imagines-07 (Outer Banks) | @cm-imagines-07 (Criminal Minds) | @mcu-imagines-07 (Marvel Comics Universe)

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Sirius Black...

Well he's a hell of a guy.

The one that all the girls want, the only bad boy at Hogwarts that is really worthy and the best friend of my best friend.

My best friend is Remus Lupin, one of the Marauders, just as Sirius Black, the boy I fell over heals for.

It's not easy being around him so frequently and try to hide my feelings, but looks like I'm not good at this hole thing of hiding feelings.

Moony already knows that, right now and it's been getting harder, because he keeps saying that I should tell for Sirius about my real feelings.

But I always say that I can't, 'cause he's never going to like me back, that's obvious.

But Remus just saw that, when me, James and him saw Black almost fucking a girl in the middle of a corridor.

I could fell the hot tears starting to come, but I couldn't let anyone else know about my secret love for Sirius, so I tried my best to hold my tears back and gave an excuse to the boys, running to my dorm, where I could cry until I didn't had any more tears.

That was the plain, until Lily, Marlene and Alice saw me running, and there wasn't a worse moment to let one single tear to fall.

So they stoped me and, as the girls asked what was wrong and started walking with me to the common room, everything that I did to hold back my tears was totally on the past.

The first tear came and, before I even knew, we were at their dorm, me crying my ass off and the girls trying to understand what I was saying.

"Wait, so you are telling us that you are in love with Sirius and you found him almost fucking a girl at a corridor?" Marlene asked, finally understanding what I was trying to say for the past 20 minutes.

"Oh merlin..." Alice said and hugged me.

Lily sat at the other side of me and dried the tears from my cheeks with her thumbs.

"Girls, did you saw----" Remus said opening the door and seeing us four at Lily's bed, the girls hugging me and my face all red.

He came to us, toke Marlene out of his way and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my best friend's embrace.

He hugged me tight and my sobs come back.

He knew the reason that I was like that, and that's what broke his heart with mine.

Both of us knew that he couldn't do anything to change Sirius feelings about me.

Neither I could.

When I calmed down, I took a bath at the girls dorm and waited until there wasn't anyone - that would stop me and ask why I was crying earlier - at the common room so I could go to my dorm.

The girls were already sleeping when I went downstairs, seeing the Gryffindor common room without a single person.

Thank god.

I sat at the couch in front of the fireplace and tried to organize myself before I would go to my common room.

I know that will be a few people there, probably talking about the match against Gryffindor, they probably are players of the team and, for my lucky, they would be a few of my friends.

Yeah, I'm a lucky girl.

But then, all my thoughts stoped as I heard the last voice that I was expecting and the last that i wanted to hear right now.

"Why are you awake?" Sirius asked to me, coming to where I was.

"I could ask you the same." I had to answer it, I didn't wanted to actually tell him the reason.

"You caught me..." He chucked and sat next to me at the couch, while I kept looking at the fire without a single expression, so he couldn't try to read what I was feeling.

We both sat in silence.

That wasn't weird, after a moment I could just hear his breath.

*Flashback - Sirius' POV*

I got to my dorm and saw just James and Peter, where is Moony ?

"If you are asking yourself where Moony is..." Wormtail said and caught my attention. Did he just read my mind????? "He heard that [y/n] was crying and went to the girls dorm, because she's probably there."

"But why was she crying?" I asked and sat beside Prongs at his bed.

"We don't know..." He answered me, but it was obvious that James was lying. He knew why [y/n] was crying but he didn't wanted to tell me.

Even before I could open my mouth and complain about my brother lying to me, Remus opened the door and everyone looked at him.

"Bro, you're good?" I asked and he looked at me, then I saw his wet shirt - probably by [y/n] tears - and his angry face at me.

Maybe I should run...

"YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Moony screamed and pointed at me, coming in my direction.

Ok, I'm a dead man.

James and Peter held him to come any more closer to me, while I got out of the bed I was sat.

"Woah, I know that my mom is a bitch but, what did I did?" I asked confused.

"YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID?" He asked/screamed and I was still confused about the situation. "SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!"

*Back to common room - [y/n]'s POV*

I think that already passed 20 minutes, maybe?

That moment I thought that I wouldn't die if I just gave a little look at him, and before I could stop myself I was looking at Sirius.

But he was already looking at me, and I kinda got scared so I just looked away, my cheeks becoming the same color as my eyes were.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you that..." The boy beside me says and caught my attention. "But I think that you should know that, that the girl you saw with me, she was just a distraction. I was trying to forget you..."

Wait... What is he talking about?

"Look, I know that it might sound kinda crazy, but I've been in love with you since last year."

W H A T T H E F U C K ?????????????

"You should stop screaming, someone would think that I'm killing you!"

Did I just said that out loud?

"Yeah, you did."

Sirius started laughing at my scared face but then stoped when he felt my breath hitting his face.

"When did we get so close?" I whispered, with our noses touching and my lips too closer to his.

"I don't know, but I'm liking it." He smirked at me and I just couldn't control myself anymore.

I pressed my lips against his and he took like 3 seconds to hold my waist and try to bring me the closest we could.

A few seconds after, he tried to deepen the kiss but I pulled away, still trying to process everything that happened on the last minutes.

"Just let me understand what happened." Sirius started and hugged my waist with both of his arms. "Does that kiss means that you fell the same about me or..."

"Are you actually asking me this? Like, a few hours ago I was crying because I saw you kissing a girl that wasn't me. You know the answer." I said and he smiled, with his perfect teeth.

"Thank you."

I can't believe I just did it again...

"Don't worry, I wont tell anyone that you think about something but you accidentally say it out loud." I smiled as an answer to him. "Will be our little secret."

The next day...

I was at the match, cheering for the team that made the points.

I wasn't really hopping that an exclusive team to won.

One of them is my own house and the other one is the house from my best friends.

I'm gonna win at both ways.

But I just stop caring about the team that would win when I saw, actually pretty close, one of the players from [y/h] pass next to Sirius, but I couldn't see what happened, all I saw was blood coming out of Black's body.

I ran down the stand to the pitch, founding Prongs helping Padfoot to get out of his broom. I went to where they were and helped Sirius too.

"Guys, chill." Black said to us, while me and James grabbed his arms around our shoulders and helped him to get out of the pitch. "It's nothing, I swear."

"Yeah, sure, you're just bleeding to death!" I answered him and he tried to laugh, but the pain stopped him.

I don't know if the game stoped or if they went on without Potter and Black, all I cared was about was Sirius.

We took him to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey took care of him.

James and Remus were talking - more arguing - about who would stay with him at night, while I looked at Sirius sleepy face.

He's so cute sleeping.

"[y/n/n]." The boys called me together and I went to the bed they were talking, looking at them.

"You said you could stay with him, right ?" James asked and I nodded, remembering the moment they first started talking about it.

"So, the problem is that we all have the same classes as him tomorrow and we should note the stuff to him..." Moony started but before he could finish, I stoped him.

"Don't worry about it, I can sleep here with him." I said to them and the boys thanked me, already going to their dorms, but bringing a pillow and a blanked for me.

I adjusted myself at the armchair beside his bed and after a minute, I was already sleeping.

It was a long day.

At 3 AM...

"[y/n/n] ?" I woke up with Sirius voice.

"Yeah, Padfoot. Do you need something?" I asked getting up and going to his bed, looking at him.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you were here with me." Black said and I smiled at him.

"And now that you know that, I'll be back to my sleep." I got back at the uncomfortable armchair.

But that night was just so cold, just the blanket the boys gave me wasn't enough...

"It's cold here..." I whispered, thinking that he wouldn't listen to me, but he did.

"Come here, I'll keep you warm." Sirius suggested and I thanked god it was dark so he couldn't see my cheeks getting red as Lily's hair.

"No, your healing. I don't wanna hurt you."

"But you will hurt me if you don't come here." He used that little voice of him, that I just couldn't say no.

And why am I trying to pretend that I don't want it?

So I just got out of the armchair and Sirius opened space for me at the bed.

As I lied at the bed, Sirius wrapped his arms at my waist and I, trying to not hurt him, putted my head at his chest.

And it actually worked, he's so warm.

"I know."

I can't believe I did it again.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black #sirius black imagine #james & peter & remus & sirius #marauders era #the marauders #james potter x reader #james potter #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #peter pettigrew x reader #peter pettigrew #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine

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lunasealy · 3 years

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MafuMizu at hot springs

Fandom: Project Sekai Colorful Stage!

Ship: MafuMizu - Asahina Mafuyu x Akiyama Mizuki

Characters: Asahina Mafuyu, Akiyama Mizuki, Shinonome Ena, Yoisaki Kanade

Language: English

Words: 993

Niigo members went on a trip to find more inspiration for songs and since it was holiday from school even Mafuyu found a good excuse to convince her parents to let her go. It was a fun day in the nature, even though they had to walk for many hours they also took many photos, found inspiration and relaxed from the normal routine.

Usually they were very nocturnal but after all that work they were all pretty tired, Kanade was the first to fall asleep and Ena was sleepy but wanted to post selfies on Instagram for the likes.

“Enanan, you look super tired, why don’t you do to sleep?” asked Mizuki entering the room after taking a bath.

“Mh? I’m not that tired! And I need to finish some business.” she replied still looking at her phone.

“Where’s Yuki?”

“Dunno, she said something about getting water?”

“I understand… Then I’ll go to look for her. And go to sleep or you’ll get wrinkles!”

“Wrinkles?!” Ena put a hand on her own mouth because she almost shouted, fortunately Kanade was still sleeping as a rock “Tomorrow I’m gonna throw a pillow at you, go get water and leave my face alone!”

Mizuki couldn’t help but laugh while closing the door and then they went on the first floor to the vending machines but Mafuyu wasn’t there.

“Excuse me ma’am… Did you see the young girl that is in my room? She has long purple hair.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw her. She went for a stroll in the garden, she needed some air after the hot spring bath.”

“Thank you so much. Have a great night.”

It wasn’t difficult to find her, Mafuyu was at the centre of the garden near the pond, sitting on a bench.

“Hey, Yuki! Are you okay? The lady at the reception told me you went for a stroll.” without waiting for a reply they sit beside her.

“Hey. Yes, I’m fine. I just went to take water but then I noticed the sky…” she glanced over them “The moon and the stars are really pretty, aren’t they?”

“Yes… Here in the middle of the nature the sky is clear. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m happy… That I got to come here.” despite what she said Mafuyu wasn’t smiling, she had the same blank face as always.

“What do you mean? It’s not like we can’t come here again. It’s just the first step of our journey.” Mizuki tried to make the atmosphere less tense but they could feel something was coming up.

“I don’t know… Maybe? Next year I will have to study hard to go on a good university and being a doctor is not easy, I don’t think I’ll have time to go on trips like this…”

“You still want to do a doctor?”

“That’s what I’m supposed to do.”

“…”

Mizuki was sure that Mafuyu didn’t actually want to be a doctor but what others wanted still seemed to be more important for Mafuyu than what she actually wanted to do.

“What’s wrong?” Mafuyu looked back at them since she felt their gaze.

“Nothing it’s just… I really wish you could do what you wanted, Yuki.”

“What I want?”

“Yes. You may not have noticed it but… I feel that the Yuki I met on internet… The Yuki I met the first time after we went on the Sekai… And the Yuki I have here with me right now are all different. You changed. In a good way, of course, and I hope that whatever you will decide to do with your future I will be able to see it with my own eyes as I do right now.”

Their smile was really sweet and Mafuyu felt a bit confused when she felt her chest tighten a bit “Changed? I don’t know… I feel pretty much the same. I still really don’t know what I like or what I want.”

“And that’s okay. You can’t change so suddenly but I notice that you’re trying.”

“Trying… Amia, sometimes I wonder what you see that I can’t see.” Mafuyu lowered her head a bit, looking at her fingers running on the fabric of the yukata.

“I see Yuki, That’s what I see. And you know…” they put their right hand on her head, caressing her hair “I’m proud of you.”

The gentle and reassuring gesture made Mafuyu look at them again, a bit surprised by what they said but somehow she felt as if a warm wave started from her hair and arrived at her heart.

“...Thank you.” she didn’t know what to say, but it was more awkward to stay silent.

“You’re welcome. And now what about to go to sleep? Tomorrow we have another adventure and you need to be active, I will not excuse you for being tired.”

“Yes, maybe it’s better. Are the others already asleep?”

“K is sleeping like a rock, Enanan was posting something on Instagram but she was super sleepy so I don’t think we’ll find her awake.”

“I understand…”

They came back on their rooms and after a ‘Good night’ they both went to sleep on their futons trying to not wake up the others.

Mafuyu couldn’t fall asleep though.

“I’m proud of you.”

Why? Why was Amia proud? Mafuyu really couldn’t understand what they meant but somehow she felt so warm. She rolled on her side to look at the other side of the room where Amia was sleeping, she put a hand on her head and she still could feel their hand and see the warm and kind smile.

In times like this Mizuki felt like the small flame of a candle: the world inside Mafuyu was empty, sometimes a bit too dark and cold, but when Amia was with her it was as if a small light appeared in the middle of nothing, bringing in warmth as if it was a big bonfire and not just a candle.

Notes

This idea came to my mind after I saw a quote from a yume account on Twitter: “Imagine your comfort character(s) gently kissing your forehead or patting your head and telling you they’re proud of you” and I decided it was perfect for MafuMizu so I tried to write a small scene with them.

#mafumizu #asahina mafuyu #akiyama mizuki #project sekai colorful stage #mafuyu asahina #mizuki akiyama #mafumizu_lunasealy #prsk_lunasealy

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cvriolanus · 4 years

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terrible thing | caliban imagine

a/n: hiii !! i’m finally posting part two of ‘pretty thing’, if you haven’t read pretty thing yet, you can find it here—although, they could technically be read separately. thank you all so so much for the support and being so incredibly kind and patient with me. i really wanted to make this as good as possible, and i’m a sucker for details lmao. anyways, i hope you enjoy and happy reading! <3 as always, your feedback is deeply appreciated and motivates me to continue writing.

plot: caliban visits you in your bedroom, promising you a night that you definitely won’t forget.

warnings: based on the song ‘terrible thing’ by AG. smut!!!!! fem!reader, cocky caliban, soft caliban??

˚✧₊♡⁎⁺˳.•

“Are you sure you can’t stay? My aunties won’t mind, they love having you here,” Sabrina commented, walking you to the door. You smiled, shaking your head fondly. “No, I’m sorry... my parents need me home, they want to talk to me about something important,” you lied. “I promise to come over tomorrow after school if you want?”

Sabrina beamed, giving you a hug before opening the door for you, leaning against it. “Sounds great. Just be careful getting home, it is pretty late.” You nodded, promising your best friend that you would be careful, blowing her a kiss as you walked down the steps of her home.

You walked home in silence, the cool evening air nipping at the bare skin on your legs, since the only thing you were wearing was a black skirt with lacy stockings underneath and a cropped, pink sweater. Luckily for you, your house was only ten minutes away from Sabrina’s, making it easy for you to travel.

Once you got to your house, you noticed that the lights were turned off, signaling that your parents were still away on their business trip. It was almost midnight, indicating that you were about to have a special visitor soon. Your body trembled with excitement, just thinking back to earlier in the day, with the Prince of Hell having you pinned against an entire bookshelf, almost completely ravishing you.

You didn’t know how he would show up, you didn’t even know how he knew where you lived. If you were being honest with yourself, no matter how beautiful he was—it was a bit creepy knowing that he knew your address. With a tired sigh, you walked into your house, locking the door behind you before going upstairs to your bedroom.

You let a silent yawn escape you, opening the door to your bedroom, a frown making its way on your face as you noticed your bedside lamp was on. You swiftly shut the door, leaning your back against it, scanning your bedroom carefully. “Hello?” you whispered, feeling your pulse begin to increase.

With a shaky breath, you took a step forward, biting down on your lower lip. “C-Caliban?” you asked, wondering if he was just messing around. You honestly hoped that it was him, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do if it wasn’t. You made a noise of frustration when nobody answered, walking towards your bed and falling down on it dramatically. You looked at the clock, seeing that there was only a minute left before midnight, your mind racing with thoughts about the handsome demonic Prince.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, you laid sprawled out, thinking of Caliban’s lips on your own. Without thinking, you trailed a hand down your chest, going further down until you started playing with the short hem of your shirt. Biting your lip, you cautiously moved your hand underneath your skirt, rubbing along your panties.

You could already feel heat pooling in your belly, the thought of Caliban fresh in your mind and the events that transpired today. No matter how wrong it was—you wanted him. You started rubbing your clit through your panties, pressing harder at times and then going softer, teasing yourself.

“Starting without me?”

You gasped, eyes shooting open and mouth slightly parted in disbelief, sitting up. He actually came. “W-What...?” you asked, feigning innocence. Caliban chuckled, standing at the end of your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black, loose pants. ”Acting coy, hmm?”

Your cheeks heated up, his eyes watching your face burn in embarrassment. “Don’t stop on my account, darling,” Caliban said, waving a hand at you casually, signaling for you to continue. “Please, continue your little show. I was enjoying it very much.”

Your breathing seemed to stop at his words, your hands beginning to grow clammy. You searched his eyes for confirmation, watching a smirk spread across his perfectly shaped lips. “You’d do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?” he cooed, coming around the bed and sitting down so that you were now breathing the same air. “Go on,” he whispered, one of his hands closest to you curling around your own, before going back underneath your skirt, landing right on your cunt.

Your eyes remained locked with his as you hesitatingly cupped your cunt, swallowing nervously. Caliban continued to watch your face, trailing his hand to the inner of your thigh, tracing random patterns with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to rise across your legs. You started rubbing yourself again, your stomach swarming with butterflies. A tiny moan escaped you once you started circling your clit once more, picking up speed by the second. “Ooh,” you sigh, feeling Caliban’s large hand wrap around your thigh, kneading the flesh.

Your eyes grew heavy, but you didn’t once look away. Caliban’s face remained blank, watching you with eyes full of lust. “K-Kiss me?” you asked, praying that he wouldn’t make fun of you for asking for such a silly request. Without answering, Caliban used his free hand to cup your cheek gently, running his thumb over your jaw while examining you thoughtfully. “Beautiful.”

Caliban leaned down slightly to meet your lips, making your world grow smaller and smaller, the only people now existing were him and you. You kissed him eagerly, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip begging him for something, for anything. Caliban sucked on your tongue, making you whimper against his mouth. Your teeth clashed and your tongues slid against each other sensually and everything was perfect.

“Let me fuck you,” Caliban begged, his voice sounding strained, his hand that was gripping your thigh now batting your hand away, before immediately resuming to touching your heated cunt. Your juices soaked through your panties, the pleasure now suffocating and Caliban had barely even touched you properly.

“Yes,” you cried. “Please, fuck me—Caliban.” Caliban resumed kissing you as if his life depended on it, rubbing your clit through your thin, satin panties. Caliban didn’t hesitate, simply pulling away for a second and moving to remove your cropped sweater, before bending down to press heated kisses along your collarbones, his free hand moving to cup your breast, making you release tiny moans as your head tipped back. Caliban pulled his hand away from your cunt, making you whine at the loss.

Caliban wasn’t finished, he simply removed your bra with deft fingers, before throwing the bra behind him carelessly. Your breathing was picking up, everything happening so fast. Caliban admired your breasts, making you flush. “Lie down.”

You instantly laid back down, looking up at the Prince with big, doe eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you murmured, feeling no shame. The Prince of Hell smiled, showing of his perfectly white teeth. Caliban immediately went to work on unzipping his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off, before standing in front of you, proudly naked. Caliban stroked his half hard cock, his eyes locked with yours, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily.

“Tell me what you want.”

You stared up at him for a second, biting your lip. “You Caliban—I just want you. Please.”

Caliban’s head tilted to the side, his hair falling so that it was covering half of his face. “Pretty thing, I’ll give you everything you want, you need just ask.” Caliban crawled on the bed, shifting his weight to not crush you, before sitting between your legs. Caliban trailed a hand up your thigh, pushing up your skirt and looking down at your heat, noticing the large patch of arousal soaking your panties.

“Is all this because of me?” Caliban wondered aloud, a small smirk playing at his lips. You whimpered lowly in your throat, spreading your legs wider without knowledge. Caliban made a cooing noise, before reaching down to move aside your panties, pushing two long, slender fingers inside of you without warning, pumping easily from how soaked you were. “Oh!” you gasped. “Please please please,” you babbled, “More.”

Caliban raised a curious eyebrow, “You want more? Are you sure you’re deserving of more? You did intentionally push me away this afternoon,” Caliban scowled you, obviously annoyed at you cockblocking him, your memories playing freshly back to your time together in Hell’s library. Tears prickled your eyes, your hand reaching down to grab ahold of his free hand, the one resting on your thigh. You intertwined your fingers with his, a pout on your raw lips from constantly biting them.

“Please, Caliban—I’ll do anything.”

Caliban paused his movements, his fingers resting inside of you, his face blank. A pause. And then, “Now where have I heard that before...” Caliban drawled, his eyes darkening angrily. Caliban started pumping his two fingers into you again punishingly, a cry escaping your lips. The dark Prince quickly added a third, scissoring your cunt open. “You want my cock? Look at you, you’re practically gushing for me,” he hissed, his thumb moving up to start rubbing your clit. You nodded dumbly, “Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

Caliban’s voice startled you, your mouth gaping. “What?” you asked, clearly confused.

“You heard me, sweetheart. Beg. For. It.”

“Caliban I—I don’t...”

Caliban made a agitated noise low in his throat, before he grabbed you by the hips, spinning you over so that you landed on your hands and knees. You let out a yelp, not expecting the changing of positions, Caliban grabbed the hem of your skirt and panties, yanking them down your thighs, leaving you bare and throbbing for his touch.

“Caliban!” you squealed, rubbing your thighs together as you tried to get more friction. “What do you want?” he asked teasingly, now leaning over so that his chest was pressed against your back. “Tell me,” he whispered in your ear, leaving kisses along the back of your shoulders. “I want... I want you to fuck me—hard.”

Caliban purred lowly in his throat, feeling pleased. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” Caliban guided the head of his cock towards your tiny hole, nudging the head inside and just waiting. His ears perked up at the breathy moans escaping you, your head hanging down in defeat, “More.”

Caliban instantly pushed further inside, feeling your velvety walls clench and spasm around his cock, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest. “Feels so good,” he said. You whined, rolling your head to the side, feeling his breath hit your neck as he nuzzled it, trailing his lips over the soft skin underneath your ear.

He pushed the rest of the way until you were fully seated on his aching cock, pausing to let you adjust to his length. You were fairly certain that there was air somewhere in your bedroom, but for some reason, you could barely breathe. Caliban was long and thick, you were surely going to bleed, no doubt.

“Are you alright?” Caliban whispered into your ear, waiting for confirmation from you that he could move. “Yes,” you told him, shyly. “You can move.”

Caliban didn’t waste any time, before retracting his hips until only the head of his cock rested between your folds, then thrusting back inside. You shouted, feeling Caliban’s hands take ahold of your hips, digging his fingers into your sides. “You’re mine,” he hissed, fucking into you urgently. “Say it,” he demanded, impatient.

“I’m yours,” you sobbed, feeling Caliban push your head down to press your face against the bed, letting out muffled moans.

Caliban fucked you at a fast pace, his thighs flexing as he dug his blunt fingernails into your hips, the head of his cock hitting something inside of you that had you seeing stars. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped, your hands curling into your bedsheets, needing to hold on to something for leverage. Caliban continued to fuck you, hitting the spot inside you that caused your body to tremble, making the band in your belly tighten, close to coming.

“Oh, please—make me come,” you begged, tears brimming in your eyes, feeling your insides tear as Caliban fucked you merciless, your knees shaking. You were going to be sore in the morning, that’s for damn sure.

Caliban let out a loud moan suddenly, feeling your walls squeeze his cock, signaling your oncoming orgasm. The demon Prince reached down with one hand, still holding on to your hip to steady himself from pounding your insides, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing furiously.

“Oh God,” you cried, feeling your walls tighten around Caliban, causing his nostrils to flare, feeling his own orgasm making its way closer and closer. “Come for me,” Caliban growled, pinching your clit and rolling the tiny bud between his skilled fingers.

Caliban thrusted two more times, before a high pitched scream escaped you, tears falling down your flushed cheeks. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the band in your belly snapping and pleasurable waves washed over you, hitting all your nerves as you came on Caliban’s cock, milking him. Not a second later, as your body twitched through your orgasm, Caliban came to a stop inside you, his mouth dropping open in a silent moan, coming inside of you in spurts, staining your insides.

Caliban collapsed on top of you, nearly crushing you except he landed on his forearms, laying the side of his face against your damp back, trying to catch his breath. “Marry me,” Caliban asked. In your delusional, fucked-out state, you giggled, replying a soft, “Okay.”

Caliban let out a shaky laugh, “Okay.”

Caliban kissed your back, before rolling over next to you, letting you finally lay down comfortably, curling up into his side. Caliban wrapped a possessive arm around you, pulling you so that you could rest your head on his chest.

“Will you stay?” you asked quietly, the moonlight shining through your white curtains. “Do you want me to?” Caliban asked, rubbing his fingers softly down your arm, tickling you.

You were exhausted, your insides quivering with aftershocks. “Yes,” you spoke, honestly.

Caliban hummed, turning on his side so he could watch your sleepy face, eyes fluttering and trying to stay awake. “Mine,” Caliban whispered into the night, pressing a delicate kiss against your forehead.

You spoke no more.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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ASKS

Hello again, asks are compiled under the cut. Please block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks# If you’d prefer not to see these types of posts from me. If I haven’t answered your ask, it’s because I’m saving it for a thirst, drabble, or fic.

I don’t ignore asks, but sometimes getting around to them overwhelms me lol. pls accept my apologies lol k here we go

I am very glad, I legit was so scared that it was too long and that it’d be disappointing bc the smut wasn’t super IN YOUR FACE yknow? But man am I glad to hear that.

I’m looking directly @ you

Someone noticed omg!!! A lot of times I just put whatever song I played on repeat while writing that fit, but I have a *yandere* playlist that I listen to and it gets me going. Ty for noticing!!!

I’ve considered opening them permanently but I just... idek. I’d have to start deleting or ignoring the requests I don’t vibe with and Idk how to handle that lol. But thanks for the well wishes, hope your next few months treat you well friend!

Watermelon sugar why

Srsly you’re sweet but just wait until I start to really get going with all my nasty kinks okay, then you’ll be rethinking this strategy hunty lol!

I literally stalk @.vermiliren and @.kazooli and @.seita lol. Maybe when I get my blog more cleaned up, I’ll create a list of creators that I enjoy, along with fic recs. For now, here’s a link to my AO3 bookmarks which I read one like almost every single night bc I’m a horny gremlin.

I am the shark king. Sharks are my thing bro u don’t even know. I love them so much, they're dumb and big and beautiful and yeah I wish I was a mermaid who got to swim with them. Also I changed it bc I’m trying to make my blog more *professional* and all that so I can start being taken seriously askjakjdf

Compliments suck, if I'm being down and out honest. This does not bother me at all, I’m just unsure how to respond. I think I would prefer no comments, but I’m trying really really hard to just say “thank you!” and move on before I get uncomfortable. Having to fight with someone about how I perceive my self worth is exhausting, and especially so for the poor person that was just trying to say something nice and be nice to me.

They do make me quite uncomfortable my dear lad/lassie/lasso. Say what you wish in the tags tho ! I don’t really reply to those, so there’s no pressure on me to have to say something back. I do however, see all the tags ppl use and some of them make me laugh so hard cause they’re so spot on, and it makes my day. like “Mark me down as scared AND horny” and “Bakugou better be able to bench 165 cause imma throw my fatass in his mf lap” and it kills me.

I SCEREAMED AKDHGSYDGASJSD this is the only format I'll be taking asks in now, no compliments just a yes/no answer to if my works help u cum god bless

you used the /gen!!!!! IDK what these are called but the /S and /gen and /J save my life!!!!

Frick you’ve figured me out, I do try to put like a nail-in-the-coffin sentence at the end. A lot of times it never works right, but I cannot for the life of my figure out how to end a single post ever. If anyone knows hmu pls ty

(Also ps I checked out ur blog cause yans are my jam and it is very much Not garbage!!)

That’s very kind of you, but pls don’t stay up past midnight it’s bad for ur Brian you’ll make bad decisions bro trust me all of my stuff is written after midnight

You will lafff..... but I will tell anyways..... I was prescribed a “life coach” after I got out of the hospital, which was really just a poorly disguised softcore “make sure u don’t yeet urself” type of thing. He had me write down things I liked about myself, and when I returned the sheet of paper still blank, he wrote stuff down for me. Like five sentences of “My hair and skin are unique and special” “I like animals and enjoy being kind to them” “I am worthy of respect” etc etc. and I had to look in a mirror twice a day and say those sentences to help “boost my self worth”. It sucked so bad dude, and I like got upset about it every time it came up, until finally my therapist was like “... this aint doin this sad bitch no good” and my parents got designated for yeet watch instead.

I know, logically, that (the majority of) people are not purposefully taking time out of their day to make me feel bad. They're trying to be encouraging and loving, and I appreciate it so much. But like... what do I say? If I say thanks, it’s almost like acknowledging what they're saying as true, and I can’t live with myself thinking I’m more than I am. I’m sorry you’ve had experiences that make compliments difficult for you also, I understand bro and I hope that your future holds healing and peace for you.

Hopefully I won’t vent as much anymore lol, I’ll try to do that on my sideblog where I reblog really trigger-y memes akjdafhkjf. But thank you for your kind words bro, they’re appreciated and put in a nice lil jar.

Ah dw! This doesn’t sound like a jab. I think all of us r so sad n depressed and feel unworthy of love, so the fantasy of a Yan coming and forcing it on us and not leaving even when we lash out is just..... so attractive my heads gonna explode

me, thinking about kiri at any given moment like:

I have the next Hybrid! Kiri fic like lined up, but I’m so demotivated be I was SO CLOSE to finishing, and then wiped my computer like an IDITO

Waso, I’m taking horseback riding lessons bc my mom went:

and my grandpa told me that one of his horses was named Awaso and I immediately thot of u fun fact. But you’re so very kind, and I enjoy seeing you in my inbox. I’m never tired of u homie. You are loved and important, and it’s not an illusion. Even random strangers on the internet can feel soft towards you bro, and dats me, I’m the random stranger that likes u.

So I took Russian for a year, my dear friend, because I wanted to see if the language myth of “Russian is the hardest, Korean is the easiest” was true. I would say yes. So instead of like translating this and typing out a coherent response, I’ve resorted to google translate I’m so sorry but Виктор мог плюнуть мне в глаз, и я бы поблагодарил его. Also, the way Vitya is written in cryllic makes my heart swell it looks so cozy idek what I mean by that but it does? I treasure you man, hope to see you around in the new year and maybe??? we be good friends

Can any year be good when Kirishima Eijirou doesn’t exist?

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I just imagine anyone who comes across my stuff, sitting at their computer shocked and slightly horrified, maybe turned on like

Daddy Aizawa makes me

Wait!! I have something to aid your troubles!!

ur welcome now u can be horny whenever you’d like

pls every time we talk about Kirishima I have to act surprised like

LISTEN BBYGORL I have had therapist Suga in the works since *checks notes* November. I am excited for it yeahhhhhh but sadly, I don’t think I will be continuing piano teacher Suga. The story is petered out in my mind, idk where it would go. Therapist sugarbird tho? We have some thots about this. Coming soon to theaters near you

#shorkbrian answers a lot of asks #pls block that tag if you don't want to see these kinds of posts #inbox was getting fulll #tysvm for continuing to support me

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mimssides · 3 years

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One Spade for five Hearts: Chapter 3

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Short heads up: The dates that are written down follow the format day.month.year. Also the months all are 30 days long and have different names.

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With a sigh Logan walked up to the front door of his home and opened it. It was almost 18:30, he couldn’t dillydally any longer.

“Mother! I’m home!” Logan called and walked inside, taking his satchel off and setting it to the floor as he took off his shoes.

He heard harsh steps coming his way and looked to see his mother walking up to him with a stern look in her eyes. When Logan straightened up and, he noticed a little tremble in her look and watched her furrow her eyes.

“What on earth happened?” she asked and Logan felt his shoulders sink.

Maybe he should tell her. Maybe he should just straight out say that he had met his soulmates and get over with it. But should she know before them? And what even explain now?

“I am sorry for being late,” Logan said instead with a little waver in his voice. “I had to help Remus, who was in a predicament. It won’t happen again.”

His mother didn’t say anything for a minute. Then she stepped closer, looking at the grass and dirt stains on his shirt and looking him in the eyes with a deep frown.

“What happened Logan? Did you get hurt? Why are you so dirty?” she asked again in a tone that left no option to leave her questions unanswered.

Logan gulped and felt very small, despite being a few inches taller than his mother. Which wasn’t that unusual considering her steely gaze and the general air of authority she had about herself.

So, Logan tried to not gulp too obviously and answered: “We – I’m not hurt. No one is. I fell in the park in front of the K building. I helped kæm with some exercises we had in fencing class and we forgot the time. I should have paid more attention to the time passing. It won’t happen again, mother.”

Logan wasn’t a good liar by any means, which was mostly because he rather told the truth and had all the facts on the table just as they were instead of morphing them into something they were not. It never had made a lot of sense to him, why people insisted on lying until this very moment and he hoped that he had been convincing enough for his mother to believe him. As she continued looking at him with a frown, though, he got the impression that he had most likely failed to sound convincing enough, and mentally prepared himself to be scolded for lying to his mother.

“I hope it won’t happen again. If it happens nevertheless, please inform me as early as you notice that you will be late. Now, will you be able to do your homework for tomorrow in time?” his mother said sternly.

Logan nodded, inwardly relieved that this had somehow worked out: “Yes, I have finished everything for tomorrow. It won’t be a problem.”

“Very well.”

“May I take a shower before I join you at the table? I didn’t have the chance to-” Logan asked gingerly and his mother interrupted abruptly.

“Of course. We’ll wait for you. Just go and say hello to your father first. He was getting worried.”

“Understood,” Logan said and walked to the kitchen to greet his father.

As he stepped into the dining room, he saw him sitting at the top of the table, Avery to his left and Alessia on their left. Grey glimpsed towards him from the living room on the other side of the room and Logan felt his heart sink. His father looked over to him and his three siblings did so as well, badly masking the surprise from his unruly appearance. Naturally, he had chosen the worst day to come late. Everyone was here and now they would have to wait for him even longer.

“Good evening, father. I apologize for being late. I’ll be right back after showering,” Logan said and barely waited for his father to respond.

In a rush Logan got up to the second floor, got fresh clothes from his room and then went on to the bathroom to take his shower. He wished he could have taken a long one, one where he could just stare at the blurry tiles at the wall and musing over the sounds he had heard from the others. Maybe analyse his feelings for each one of them.

Instead, he made it quick, hastily got out of the shower, put on his clothes and went back down. He eyed the time on his watch and it had only been ten minutes. Of course, his hair was still wet, not terribly so, but at least he hadn’t made then wait much longer. With a bowed head he sat down at his usual place, on the right of his mother and thanked them all for waiting for him.

“It is alright, Logan. Now let’s eat,” him mother said and started filling all their plates with the goulash she had prepared.

They began eating and his father asked Grey how the training exam had turned out and Grey recounted how it had gone. Logan wasn’t surprised to hear that Grey had done outstandingly, even though he claimed he should have done better. Even so, Grey was a great apprentice in the protection section of the City Guard. Just like Avery was stellar doing the last year of their apprenticeship in the administrative section and Alessia was ingenious in her apprenticeship in the bookkeeping section of the City Guard.

Yes, his siblings were great at what they were doing and Logan was once more reminded of how high the standards were, he had to live up to.

“Logan?”

Logan looked up from his plate over to his father, who had called on him. With a short nod he showed that he was listening and his father continued: “Your mother said that you were helping out Remus after school. I can’t quite place him. Would you please elaborate?”

Of course not, you’re barely at home so I can’t tell you about my friends, Logan thought but didn’t say any of it.

Instead, he answered dutifully: “Kæ is a Club and due to kæs grades, kæ goes into some of the advanced classes I go to. Kæ’s in my Math course, Chemistry, PE and Fencing Training. And while kæ has still yet to beat me in a fencing match, kæ has managed to outdo me in the other classes.”

Remus was brilliant. In the most unusual way, sure, but it was intriguing and innovative. And apparently also attractive to Logan.

Logan shifted his look from his father over to Alessia, who sat vis-à-vis of him, and asked her: “You had Smith too in Math, right?”

As Alessia nodded with a curious look and Logan continued, after taking a little bite: “He scored a 100 in the last calculus exam in his class.”

“No!” Alessia exclaimed with her mouth wide open as Logan taking another spoon full of goulash. “No one ever gets a 100 in his classes. Like – How? You are lying!”

“I’m not. Kæ’s just that brilliant,” Logan answered with not a single ounce of sarcasm in his voice.

Alessia kept insisting that he was wrong until he got out his phone to and showed her a picture of the test together with Remus holding it up smugly. With that he had ended the debate easily and continued with his dinner. His father asked a few more questions about Remus, this time also using the correct pronouns, and Logan answered obediently.

He had almost finished his meal and was about to get up and put his plate and cutlery into the dishwasher, when his father asked one more question: “So, kæ has been a friend of yours for some time now, correct? I don’t recall you ever inviting kæm over. Kæ is welcome to visit.”

Logan felt his cheeks flush. The thought of Remus here in his house, making jokes and teasing Grey just because he could, was weird and – made him feel warm and excited and somehow embarrassed.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll tell him,” Logan stammered and put his cutlery into his plate before he stood up. “The goulash was delicious, mother. If you excuse me, I’ll go up and finish some homework for Friday.”

He already stood but waited for his mother to excuse him and rushed out of the room as soon as he had her allowance. Hurriedly, Logan picked up his satchel which he had forgotten to take up to his room before and went upstairs. Quietly, he got into his room and sat down on his bed, where he unpacked his homework. Bitterly, he looked at the notes he had taken form the text he had read for his and Virgil’s history project.

Their study session was supposed to be tomorrow after lunch. He could never just sit down next to Virgil while the Phu was humming next to him. There was no way that he could concentrate like that.

Logan sighed and put his head in his hands. This could not be happening to him. Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe he had misheard in the adrenaline rush from before?

Quickly he grabbed his phone and looked for the music app on his phone. He had never bothered uninstalling it, as it didn’t take much space on his memory card and didn’t clutter on his home screen. At once he saw the app symbol and opened it quickly.

And then he blanked. He didn’t know any song titles. He swallowed and tried to remember about which song Virgil had talked about yesterday at lunch. He had mentioned the title, Logan was sure of it.

Victorious.

Rapidly, Logan typed the word and a few results popped up. He looked over the covers and decided to go for a black one with a blue spot in the middle with a red car sinking into it. And then it started playing. A beat started playing and a choir of women started chanting. Logan stopped the music.

So, it wasn’t a mistake. He definitely was able to hear music now and his five friends, his only real friends, were his soulmates.

He gulped. Maybe they weren’t romantic soulmates but platonic? Yet, as far as he was aware of the family curse was specifically for romantic soulmates. Even though it has been generations since someone had fulfilled the curse, it had been said to be romantic.

And still, it didn’t make sense to Logan that he would be in lo- have romantic feelings for all of them. It couldn’t be the case, Logan thought and got up from his bed and sat down at his desk. Quickly, he started his computer and opened his note app. Quickly, he listed his friends, one after the other in order of how long he knew them from shortest to longest. And then he listed points of what he liked about them, so he could see for himself that he was in fact not romantically attracted to them.

N Lucas Date of first meeting: 09.03.2432 – Study session with Patton ● Smart, charismatic, pragmatic ● Very eloquent way of speaking (rather enthralling) ● Able to stop Roman or Remus from doing dangerous activities ● Great discussions about history ● (endearing laugh, sounds “cute”) ● Confident in their abilities ● Doesn’t use sarcasm with me as often since they learnt that I don’t understand it well ● Immediately takes over the talking when they notice something is uncomfortable to talk ● Caring in a very weird way

Roman Butkus Date of first meeting: 09.03.2432 – Study session with Patton (27.09.2431 – unofficial meeting when he brought Remus his backpack they had accidentally swapped at home) ● Brave, energetic, adaptive ● Incredibly creative ● Never backs away from a challenge (sometimes even to a fault) ● (Gives nice hugs) ● Strong and quick ● Strong sense of justice ● Unconventional reasoning lines ● Sees matters far more practical and thus is able to give new perspectives ● (The way he looks at N every time when he thinks they aren’t looking)

Patton Gygax Date of first meeting: 24.02.2432 – First lunch after Remus got together with them ● Empathetic, tactful, responsible ● Optimistic outlook without dismissing real problems ● Is able to distract and support Virgil when he is spiralling into anxiety ● Great at magical theory and philosophy ● (They make Remus very happy) ● (How they explain their puns to people when they don’t laugh at them) ● Quick learner ● How they try to cheer everyone up

Remus Butkus Date of first meeting: 02.01.2431 – First fencing lesson with Remus ● Brilliant, bold, unyielding ● A little crazy ● Curious about everything and unafraid to talk about taboo topics ● Likes murder mysteries ● Fencing with kæm is always a challenge and fun ● Always explains the jokes to me I don’t get ● Has never been condescending to anyone ● (Attractive back) ● Strong ● Surprisingly gentle when is with Patton ● Very caring of kæs twin

Virgil Caron Date of first meeting: 03.01.2421 – First day of kindergarten ● Best friend ● Witty, snarky, night owl, grouchy in the mornings ● Quick ● Bobs his head when he listens to music ● Knows everything about me (sometimes annoying) ● (Knows how to console me best) ● The way he dresses now and how happy it makes him ● Was wary of our new friend because he was afraid, they were only hanging around us because they wanted to use me in a way (which was irrational) ● His birthday gifts ● Always tries to explain music to me ● Always stands behind me (figuratively and literally) ● Feels like home

Logan stopped typing. He didn’t need to reread what he had written down. Just thinking about the last point, he had jotted down, made him realize that had been in love with Virgil for a solid decade.

He felt like he had been slapped in the face. His chest hurt and his eyes burnt. They were all so dear to him and he didn’t know what to do. It had never been in his plans that his curse would be activated. That he would have to deal with all those feelings and the difficulties that committed relationships could bring with them.

Did he even want to be in a committed relationship? He didn’t have to. A soulmate curse didn’t require for him to be with his soulmates. He could let them know and not be in a relationship with them.

That thought somehow made Logan’s stomach turn even more.

A single knock on the door made him jump in his seat. Frantically, he looked up towards the door and said: “Yeah?”

“Can I come in for a sec, Starfish?”

Logan sighed at the nickname but told Avery: “Sure.”

With that Avery came inside, as Logan minimalized the note app on his screen. They didn’t need to see that. Quietly, Avery closed the door behind them and walked towards the bed where they sat down. Logan turned himself around in his swivel chair and looked towards his oldest sibling with a weird knot in his tummy.

“So,” Avery said and gave him this look that said I-just-want-the-best-for-you and Logan had to supress a groan, “Starfish, tonight’s dinner was a little tense, wasn’t it?”

“You can just say that you think I behaved weird, you know,” Logan pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Avery sighed and gave him a come-on look.

“That is not what I would have said, but I got the impression that something was bothering you. Is it about father? I know you would like him to be home more-”

“It’s fine! He’s the head of the City Guard. He has responsibilities outside of the family and I understand that that is time consuming. I’m not a child anymore.”

That was always a good thing to say to make him look more mature; interrupting those who were speaking and insisting that he was not a child. A great move Logan, really.

“No, you’re not,” Avery agreed softly and Logan gave them a guilty look. “And I am sure you understand. You are smart after all. But I want you to know that it is okay if you miss him sometimes. It’s okay.”

Logan nodded slightly rolled back and forth on the chair. Avery remained sitting still on the bed and watched him closely for a few more moments.

“Aaand if you’re worried about Remus, I’m always there for advice,” they said and wiggled their eyebrows suggestively.

That was quite enough for Logan and he jumped up from his chair and decidedly pointed towards the door demanding: “Leave. Now.”

Avery snickered and got up from his bed. At least they when it was enough teasing, Logan thought to himself and watched as they closed the door and left him on his own. Tensely, he turned back to his computer and opened the list again. For a few minutes he looked over it and then decided that he couldn’t change anything tonight. He was emotionally compromised as much as he hated to admit it and would deal with it tomorrow.

So, he closed the list and looked over the homework he had. For an hour he managed to distract himself with his work and then got ready for bed. He also answered to a text from Virgil, reassuring his panicked friend that he was alright and that his mother hadn’t been too upset with him for being late for dinner.

And so, Logan went to bed. He hoped to get some sleep and being able to clear all of this up in the morning.

He did not expect his dreams to be about his friends. About Roman holding his hand, Patton kissing his cheek. N smiling at him as they smiled at Roman. Roman complimenting his fighting style. Virgil just holding him.

The rushing beat of his heart woke him up and at five in the morning Logan got up to write a plan on how to avoid the others for the next few days, so he could get himself under control.

That would surely work out well.

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