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dunnoifits42 · 1 year

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life of cat 7

done with the vet, and hoped, and feared. lots of pictures from this time in my head haunting me. cat was weak, but her eyes were awake and interested as always.

the following weeks were kind of a rollercoaster, but maybe with more ups than downs. she was still eating very little though and i kept offering her food like every two or three hours. and, although not hungry, she would accept a few bites. on friday, march 10, she did not eat anything and never ate again. maybe a gastric ulcer, she had always had trouble with her stomach. another issue the vets were never able to solve. but she behaved reasonably well and i had hope to convince her to eat again.

she had not totally lost her curiosity though. even on sunday, march 12, she got up and came to me to check out what i was doing. she was walking slower than usually, but her eyes and her expression were as always. she got some head scritches and went to sleep again. on sunday evening she jumped or rather pulled herself up to the couch to lay on my legs, but only for a few moments. it was too warm, she settled on the cool floor again. at night i felt her next to me, but only briefly, then she went to sleep on the cool floor. in the morning i picked her up to show her some birds outside the bathroom window, but she was uncomfortable, so i set her down again.

before leaving for work i offered her some treats as i always did, but she did not care and just let her head fall into my hand. this was odd, so i stayed at home, just in case.

she went to sleep again, later drank a little water.

at about 11 o’clock cat wanted to go to the litterbox and didn't make it. she collapsed in the hallway, i turned around, saw her lying on the tiles and the pee was just flowing out of her. we looked at each other and we both realized this was serious. this was it. not maybe someday, but now.

so she panicked and tried to run away. didn't make it, collapsed again and started to scream. tried again, collapsed again, screamed again. did not try to run again.

i managed to calm her down, put her on a blanket and placed her next to me so she could feel me. i turned the blanket so she could see the birds outside if she wanted to. i wanted her to die peacefully at home.

after some time she fell asleep and started to breathe more slowly and steadily.

at about two in the afternoon she woke up and wanted to go.... i don't know were, but she couldn't. she panicked again, so i picked her up and carried her - to the door? to the water? she started to scream again, obviously in pain from being picked up so i laid her down on a rug she often used to sleep on during the day. then she got an asthma attack because three days no food also means three days no steroids and the panic triggered the attack. i could not calm her down again and seeing and feeling that helpless bundle of fur and bones, unable to move and barely able to breathe and screaming in panic, broke me. i did not want her to suffocate for hours. i called the mobile vet, she couldn't come. i called the house of pain - the vet clinic - and they said they would squeeze us in. so i picked her up and placed her carefully into her carrier and we went onto our final road trip.

I drove deliberately slowly on our way to the house of pain, letting everyone pass, holding cat inside her carrier, she was breathing steadily again, but there was no way back now.

they knew who we were and we did not have to wait for long. a friendly young vet came, examined cat and asked, what if we tried everything possible? ok, first you'd have to stabilize her, if that's possible, cat's temperature was at 32 degrees, there was very little pulse left. then you’d have to find and repair the reason for her rapid decline, maybe an ulcer or a vessel ruptured. next you'd have to probe her lungs and find an antibiotic that works - which doesn't exist, we already know that from the last lab report. and you’d have to keep her sedated all of the time, else she would rip your faces off. and if every treatment were to be successful, cat would still weigh only 2.4 kg, would still not eat, would still have asthma, and in that state, would get the next pneumonia in a matter of weeks.

so the vet gave cat her first sedation and left me alone with her and i watched how her eyes got bigger and bigger. but cat was still there, during the second and third injections she hissed and growled at the vet.

after it was over one injection into the heart, just to be sure. they left me alone and i texted mom and daughter what to do with the rapidly cooling dead cat. we agreed to bury her at my parents’ house, i paid and took her home. mom came over to say goodbye, say goodbye to our furry child. i wrapped cat in one of her super fluffy blankets, gave her two of her toy mice, a few treats and a zip tie. daughter and i went to my parents to bury cat between dog and rabbit in a corner of the garden that somehow over the years had become a pet cemetery.

and so the lives of cat have come to an end. her napping spots are empty and i keep wondering several times a day where’s cat, i have to check what she’s doing before realizing she is no more.

in many ways cat was like me, we thought and reacted similarly most of the time. and cat loved me. right until her final days. that’s why her death is so devastating for me.

did i disappoint her? yes, i did. was it inevitable? also yes.

maybe, with a bit of luck, there might have been a chance to make it a few more months or at least to have a peaceful death.

but sometimes a story does not have a happy ending, sometimes it just ends.

#fussel #caturday #catlife

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saintobio · 3 years

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love, always. (12)

↳ oikawa tooru x f!reader

description: 3 years since the accident and you’ve regained most of your memories back, but there’s still one missing puzzle piece that only your boyfriend’s best friend can complete. the question is, will you let him?

genre: angst, past lovers, amnesia

warnings: alcohol/intoxication, implied depression, suicidal thoughts

a/n: sincerest thanks to everyone who read the series! this was very fun to write and i hope u guys enjoyed it <3

Sun 1:03PM

To: You

From: Tooru

Hey, angel. It’s been 2 months since you left this world and it feels like you’ve been gone longer than that. I wonder how you’re doing right now? As for me, I’m still a mess. I haven’t been able to go out that much for weeks and Iwa-chan occasionally comes around to look after me. Just the other day, he almost punched me in the face telling me why I’m not taking care of myself and asking me to get it together. He said you’d get mad if you were here right now seeing me like this. Between Iwa-chan and I, he’s always been the stronger one emotionally but maybe someday, I’ll learn how to cope like him, too.

Anyway, you’re probably curious—why is Tooru texting me? You obviously won’t be able to read them, but my doctor said that it’ll help if I can write down my feelings so I’m not bottling them up. Don’t worry, I just consulted the doctor because I’ve had trouble falling asleep. I was given necessary medications to help me. So you can expect more messages coming from me soon. I hope that’s okay.

I miss you.

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Wed 11:27AM

To: You

From: Tooru

Today I left Japan.

I wish I could tell you exactly how devastated I felt when I came to Argentina and you weren’t with me. All I keep thinking were the plans we had for the future, but didn’t get to fulfill. I broke down when I came back to my apartment wishing that you were here with me, as my wife.

That night I didn’t get to sleep again knowing that I’d only wake up to an empty bed and a broken heart.

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Mon 9:54PM

To: You

From: Tooru

Baby, did you know that Iwa-chan flew all the way from Japan to Argentina just to visit me? I didn’t expect it either, but he told me that he was getting worried because they haven’t been able to get in touch with me for the past month. My bad, I guess. I cut off everyone because I didn’t have the energy to reach out to people. But now, Iwa’s here to stay for a few weeks to give me some company (although I think he’s just scared that I might’ve killed myself!)

‘You don’t have to go through this alone.’ That’s what he keeps telling me every time I’m falling back to my old routine. Sadly, the only thing that could temporarily give me numbness I need is through alcohol.

I know, I know you hate drunkards but I don’t really have a lot of options right now. I promise I’ll figure out a way to get this habit out of my system soon.

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Thu 2:45AM

To: You

From: Tooru

i msisd youdn cmoe bcak to mdd psleadn

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Thu 6:01AM

To: You

From: Tooru

Hey, it’s Hajime... I have Oikawa’s phone right now because he got drunk again and he’s asking me to text you and say that he’ll come home soon.

I barely see that guy sober and when he does, he’s often passed out.

Just like him, we all miss you. I miss you, so so much, but your husband just hit rock bottom compared to all of us. It’s getting harder and harder to handle him each day.

But then again I remembered how he didn’t give up on me before, so why should I give up on him now?

Don’t worry. I promise I’ll be here for him no matter what happens.

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Mon 3:32PM

To: You

From: Tooru

Aah, I just woke up. I didn’t realize Iwa-chan had my phone when I passed out.

I’m sorry for the drunk text, baby. I know you’re disappointed. I’ll try to stay sober for the next coming days. That’s a promise.

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Tue 1:21AM

To: You

From: Tooru

I miss you so fucking much.

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Sat 8:30AM

To: You

From: Tooru

I was diagnosed with major depression.

It took them 6 months to figure that out (haha). I don’t really wanna go through all of these counseling stuff because they don’t really help, so they increased my medication and I was asked to limit my alcohol intake, if none at all. I was also adviced to try and go back into my normal routine.

I think they meant physical activities because I didn’t participate with the team for the last tournament. Now I still have a month to prepare before training starts again and I’m still thinking if I should continue playing volleyball at all.

I don’t have an answer yet. Give me a sign?

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Fri 7:22PM

To: You

From: Tooru

I’m sorry I didn’t get to text you for the past few weeks. I hope you know that I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day you left.

The reason why I haven’t been in touch was because I did continue playing volleyball. Remember how I asked you for a sign if I should still play? You appeared in my dream two days after that wearing my uniform.

It looks so good on you, baby. So good.

Although I wish I didn’t wake up from that dream, because you have no single idea how much I wanted to hug you, and kiss you, and never let you go.

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Wed 9:32PM

To: You

From: Tooru

It’s your death anniversary.

I flew back to Japan to stay for a week and visit you. I saw your family there and you’d be surpised at how different they treat me now. Your dad became nicer for some reason and I don’t know what kind of realization he had to act that way but I’m not complaining. On the other hand, your nephew Kioshi grew an inch taller. The little boy seems like he’s going to be a volleyball player when he gets older—even Karina thinks so. Well, just like Takeru, I’d be happy to teach him here and there.

As for your mom, she said she’s so thankful that I still haven’t let you go and that I still love you just as much as I did when you were alive. I did promise you that, right? You weren’t easy to let go and I never planned to, anyway. Even when your mom told me that it’s okay for me to find someone new to love and allow my heart to heal.

She wants me to find another girl I can love for my own happiness.

But I told her, my happiness is you.

I don’t need anyone else.

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Fri 5:55PM

To: You

From: Tooru

It’s been 2 months since I last texted you, hasn’t it?

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t forget about you. I never would. I’ve just been preoccupied with volleyball for the upcoming olympics and it’s so crazy to me that I’ll play for the national team for the second time.

I’m also pumped to face the Japan National Team again. They didn’t win against us last time, but I’ll make sure they still won’t win this time (Ha!). I’ll make you proud.

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Wed 6:18PM

To: You

From: Tooru

I met a girl today.

She looks so much like you—same eyes, same face structure, same smile. I actually thought I was hallucinating again (probably because I stopped taking my meds) but no, she’s real. She’s a different person and she’s not you.

But looking at her makes my heart feel weird. I hope you don’t mind if I try to get to know her a little bit.

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Fri 1:24AM

To: You

From: Tooru

I slept with her.

Must be because of the alcohol but most likely because I miss you and she’s the closest thing I could have.

I’m such a fucking asshole ‘cause it’s not fair for her, but she told me she wants us to keep going. She wants us to take it further and really be in this ‘relationship’.

I don’t really know if I’m ready...

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Mon 8:00AM

To: You

From: Tooru

It’s game day. Wish me luck!

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Wed 3:42PM

To: You

From: Tooru

My teammates asked me why I always kiss my wedding ring before our games. I told them it’s a habit of mine so I can remind myself that you’re watching.

They told me I’m very dedicated and loyal, and I told them they’ll understand how it feels when they find their own soulmates.

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Sun 12:01AM

To: You

From: Tooru

Bad news, we didn’t win.

Good news? We’re still second overall so I now have 1 silver and 1 Olympic gold medals. I did my best but the other team just really fought harder for it.

I hope I still made you proud, though.

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Thu 7:27PM

To: You

From: Tooru

Remember the girl that looked like you? Well, I cut her off. I just realized that she’s actually far different from you in terms of personality.

That only means that you’re one of a kind, baby. No one else in this universe can replace you. It wasn’t like I replaced you either way. I just tried to look for someone who can fill this void in my heart, but no one really can.

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Sun 10:32AM

To: You

From: Tooru

Iwa-chan got engaged today and I’m extremely happy for him.

He found his one true love and he’s going to spend the rest of his life with her. I wish you met his fiancé because she’s perfect for him and you’ll understand why if you met her.

Don’t get jealous, though! Iwa-chan told me that you’ll always have a place in his heart.

Me? You have all of my heart. Always.

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Tue 4:42AM

To: You

From: Tooru

I’m so lonely without you. I’m sorry. I really thought I was okay now. I thought I could move forward with my life even if you’re no longer beside me but it’s been 2 years now and I still...

I fucking hate myself. I don’t deserve to live and be happy without you. It’s.. It’s not fair. This is all my fault. It’s my fault that you’re gone. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry...

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Fri 12:01AM

To: You

From: Tooru

Wait for me, I’ll see you soon...

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#tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa angst #oikawa fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fic #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi angst #haikyuu

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king-star · 3 years

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When the Party’s Over

Warning: Homophobia, transphobia, death, bile, guts, broken limb, crying, pet neglection, driving while slightly tipsy, fire (lmk if i need to add more. This is all around pretty dark and sad, proceed with caution)

Match: Yelena Belova x enby!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Angst, Angst, and more Angst

A/N: This is the first chapter in a series. Idk how long it’ll be. the plan is bi weekly updates. im reallyyyyy proud of this one so let’s hope it doesn’t flop. ENJOY!

Word Count: ~3,000

Summary: You have a horrible nightmare, leaving you with anxiety for Yelena. Yelena assures you that everything is fine and leaves on a mission.

Your tongue rubs the roof of your mouth in an attempt to rid itself of the sickly sweet drink you’d been sipping. A hundred intoxicated humans swirl around you. Fabric, skin, and feathers blend together, the orchestra the only thing holding off the headache behind your eyes.

You didn’t want to be here. Sure ballroom charity balls could be fun. If you had your best friends there, you could chat only with them, and dance to your heart's content. Unfortunately for you, everyone you could stand to be around was busy. Leaving you human-shieldless from your mothers many socialite friends.

The “oh my goodness Y/N I haven’t seen you since you were in highschool. How are you?” got old quick. Retelling your life story over and over was a pain especially with your mother gripping your hand making sure you didn’t slip up. Share any information that didn’t quite fit the Y/L/N dynasty image. Mostly she didn’t want you sharing about the love of your life, your girlfriend, your Yelena.

When the two of you first got together you waited nearly 5 months before telling your mother. The first time you dated a girl she had hated it. She tried to act like she was supportive, claiming “I will always love you no matter what.” But in the end she always shielded this fact from the public eye. She was supportive of all the LGBT+ movements from a political standpoint. Never her own child.

You never told Yelena about this. You claimed the reason you didn’t want to share her with your mother was because you wanted your relationship to not have paparazzi after you two. She bought it for a while but you could only keep the love of your life away from the woman who gave you life for so long. It didn’t take a master spy to understand the emotions behind the look your mother gave you when you brought Yelena to dinner. Yelena never brought it up but it was an unspoken understanding. Your mother didn’t accept you no matter how hard she tried to fake it.

Now you just wanted the event to be over so you could go home to Yelena. You flipped your wrist, checking the ridiculously expensive watch you had on.

11:31

She was definitely asleep by now. Yelena never stayed up past 10:30. Frowning, you set down your glass and turned to your mother, waiting for her conversation to end. When she finally stopped speaking she turned to you and cocked an eyebrow,

“Y/N. Are you leaving? so soon?” she pouted but enough years in her home taught you her looks. This was faked sadness.

“Unfortunately yes mother. Lena is probably asleep by now and I have work early. She probably forgot to feed our dog,” you enunciated the words that might clue in your mothers friend on how you and this woman were related. A last “fuck you mother” before you left. She smiled warningly and nodded.

“Well… you must get home to your friend. I will see you soon daughter,” she kissed your hand and you stood there frozen. Of course, she would invalidate your gender and your relationship in one comment. Your nostrils flared and you turned quickly, letting your hand smack your unfinished drink into her lap and treading off quickly.

“Fuck you mother. How someone could be so hateful to their own child I will never understand,” you muttered to yourself. You handed your ticket to the valet and stood with your arms crossed, waiting. You made sure to tip the valet an absurd amount, and drove off quickly. The only thing that would keep you from doing something stupid in retaliation was Yelena’s arms around you.

Nearly thirty minutes later you pulled the car into the garage. It shouldn’t have taken you that long to get home but you couldn’t help but drive with the top down for a bit. Anger and maybe a bit of fear had bubbles underneath your skin and you didn’t want to bother Yelena. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Fanny met you at the door. She was obviously excited, tail wagging as she raced back to her food bowl

“ok ok girl. I’ve got you,” you rubbed her head and dumped a scoop of food into her bowl. Loosening your tie you dragged yourself to the bedroom. You smiled as the light poured in and illuminated the silhouette of a sleeping Yelena.

“Deep asleep. I’ll join you in a second,” you pulled the rest of your suit off. Picking up a discarded shirt you put it on, and leaned your head against the mirror.

“That was misery. And mother’s comment. I shouldn’t care about what that bitch thinks or says. But I can't help it,” you let out a sigh and picked up your toothbrush. Maybe someday she will accept you. But at that point would she ever be able to make up for how she treated you?

Ready for bed you slid in beside Yelena, careful not to wake her. Fanny, finished with her food, jumped into bed with you and snuggled up with a lick to your face. You smiled and kissed her head then kissed Yelena.

“night my love. See you in the morning,” your heavy lids drooped and you relaxed, setting a hand on Yelena and falling into dreamland.

Your thighs hurt. Fire and smoke burn your throat and eyes. You search for something. What exactly you aren’t sure. Tears stream down your face as anxiety floods your chest. If you don’t find the thing soon your world will be crushed.

A broken door, barely on its hinges, is at your right and you know that’s it. A hard turn and you smack your arm into the frame. You grasp at your wrist as more tears prick your eyes.

“Fuck!” A familiar level of pain flares and you know it’s broken. Your eyes dart around the room, still looking for that unknown thing. A pile of smoking wood sits in front of you and your feet carry you to it. This was it.

You try hard to pull through the heavy, hot wood with your one arm. A cry comes from below, an anxiety flaring familiar cry. You pull harder and uncover and dirty and bloody Yelena.

“LENA!” you shout and help her out. Her hands held her stomach. She smiles sickly and then curls in pain.

“Y/N. You found me. I hoped you would. Quick kiss me. I don’t have long,” Your eyes widen and you move her hands. The sight of her stomach makes you sick. Turning to the side you retch and vile spills from your mouth. You wipe your mouth and shake your head, tears fall hard now.

“Lena no no. You’re fine. We can fix you. Please,” you slide your arm under her and try to pick her up but she screams and goes limp in your arms.

“FUCK Y/N! stop. There's no hope. Please just kiss me. I don’t want to die without that.” you shake your head more and set her down. You refused to accept her death.

“No Yelena you are not going to die here. You can’t die. You are too well trained. a-and… I can't live without you. it’ll be fine,” She tries to raise her head but then it falls and she spasms. Your eyes widen and you do your best to hold her still but your broken wrist shoots in pain.

“No no no NO!” you kiss her over and over. Fear pulses through you and when she relaxes completely you sob. Your head aches from the pressure of your sobs and your broken wrist protests. Maybe hours pass and you sit there with her dead body pressed to your chest, her blood and guts smearing all over you.

Then guilt overtakes the sadness. She asked you for one thing. One single kiss before she died and you didn’t fulfill that. You couldn’t give her everything she deserved in life or even in her final moments.

You wake up shaking and screaming. Yelena is awake next to you, crying and shaking your shoulder violently.

“Please Y/N,” she sobs, snot and tears mix and fall forgotten. You sit up barely able to hold yourself up. She is alive.

“Fuck Yelena what’s wrong?” Your dream haunts you. You search her stomach and her whole body for major wounds. She is obviously unsure what you are doing and grabs your face forcing you to look at her.

“Y-you were shaking and screaming and crying and I didn’t know what was wrong. If you were having a seizure or what.” You shake your head and take deep breaths.

“No, I'm good. Not seizure. R-Really…” your words falter and you stare off, caught up in the memory of the dream. Yelena snaps in front of you and hugs your arm. “Ah sorry. Bad dream. really, really bad dream.” you stare at her head unsure if this was the dream or if Yelena really was alive.

“D-do you want to tell me about it?” Her arms slide under yours and she holds you from the side. You shake your head and lay it on her shoulder. “Ok but if you do tell me. I’ll hold you until you fall asleep again.”

The thought of being asleep again makes you tense up. Yelena feels it and rubs your side softly. She kisses you in every way she knows you like and pets your head.

“I’m not going to sleep. I can’t live through that again. It made me think I was going to be alone. Please don’t leave me Lena. please. I don’t wanna die alone.” She frowns and hugs you tight.

“I’m never going to leave you. I’m here baby. I’m here.” She kisses your jaw softly and you nod. Relaxing again, you wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her shoulders.

“Y-you died. There was a fire and I broke my wrist and it was smokey and you got impaled and you died. You asked me to kiss you and I couldn’t accept the fact you were dying so I didn’t kiss you. I couldn’t give you what you deserve.” She frowns and kisses you.

“No Y/N. Don’t you dare. It was just a nightmare, that’s all. I’m NEVER leaving you. ok?” She holds your face and kisses you softly. The kiss lasts a while and you melt into your touch. Fears still paralyse you every couple hours but she holds you until the sun comes up. She knows exactly what you love and how to make you feel safe. She really wasn’t ever going to leave.

Weeks pass. You are sure you have gotten past the nightmare. You go to work everyday and Yelena stays home going through paperwork. When you come home the two of you snuggle and bliss fills you. Your mother doesn’t ask you to come to any more charity events and you think maybe, just maybe things are good.

Then Yelena gets called on the mission. When she tells you she will be gone for a week your mind reels. You can barely see straight as the dream vividly flashes through your brain. Yelena gets worried, grabbing your hand and you back away searching her body for any sign of blood.

“No. Lena please. What if you get hurt? I-I can’t. You promised you’d never leave.” Her eyes look at you apologetically.

“Don’t worry. I’m a professional. It’s just a small info gathering job. Absolutely no danger,” she smiles at you and sets a hand on your shoulder. You back away from her hand and lean your head back to force the tears back.

“Yelena… ok. Please. Don’t get hurt,” She nods and kisses your cheek grabbing her bag.

You spend the entire week at home. Anxiety grips you so hard that you can’t stand to go to work. A fever strikes and you throw up every evening at almost exactly 10:30. Work tells you to stay at home and probably go to the doctor. Honestly you’d rather go to work so you have less time to think about her.

Most of Yelena's missions don’t allow for her to contact you and the stress of it all has your brain thinking of her the entire time she’s gone. By the time Yelena is on her way back you have dropped 12 pounds. You hadn’t eaten, only bothering to get up to feed Fanny. A cold sweat coats your skin and you hold your arms to you. Blankets were too hot, but it was too cold without them.

The alarm on your phone signalling it’s time to feed Fanny goes off. You throw the blankets off and wipe dried tears. The tv screen flashes a “keep watching screen.” You aren’t really sure when it came up but your mind hadn’t registered the tv in a couple days.

When the door clicks unlocked you scream. Silence had filled the apartment for so long and the sound was louder than anything you’d ever heard. Fanny starts barking, running to the door, then coming back and sitting at your feet.

You fall to the ground clasping the food scoop. Fanny licks your face as tears fall. Every fear that had plagued you came to the forefront of your mind. What if it wasn’t Yelena? What if it was Hill telling you to come in? No, they would call you for that. But if Yelena was dead…

Arms wrap around and pick you up, setting you on the couch. You whip your head back and forth trying to catch a glance of who it is. In the back of your mind you know it's her, but for some reason you’d been convinced over the past week that she’s dead.

A warm towel wipes away dried tears and snot, and a soft hand holds yours. Tears blur your vision but you steady your breaths. The anxiety in your chest dissipates. You lean your head back forcing the tears in and look back to catch a look at the woman you love. But, instead of long blonde hair and soft round face, you see long red hair, falling in waves.

“Lena? Did you have to dye your hair for the mission?” She frowns and shakes her head, setting down the towel.

“Fuck Y/N. I know you can’t remember but I hate having to keep telling you this,” The voice is not Yelena’s. It’s your friends. Wanda’s. Your eyes look her all over and you tense up confused.

“Tell me what Wanda? What’s wrong with Lena?” She grabs both your hands and looks at you with the softest expression she can muster.

“The fire Y/N. Do you remember? The fire where Lena…. She bled out,” The anxiety of the dream. No memory. The smoke, your raw throat, and the hours of sobbing.

You shake your head and quick breaths fill your lungs. Wanda tries to get you to calm down. Your vision spots while your brain searches for oxygen your hyperventilating can’t provide.

“Y/N please calm down. Please. FUCK! I promised to never use it without permission but between the two of you…” Red magic flows from her hands and wraps around your head. Your breathing slows down and your vision comes back. Wanda cradles your head and hums.

You reach up and see the tear streaks on her face. Her eyes look bloodshot and dark circles are prominent under her eyes. You pout and try to hug her back. All the fears that had consumed you for weeks were now gone. Even if it was only by Wanda’s magic. You curled into her side and fell asleep. Finally able to find some peace.

It was the night of the charity gala. You drove home but had taken the long way around to cool off from your mothers subtle aggression. Plans on how to ignore her future advances build in your mind as you pull into the parking garage. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Sirens sound from the road in front of your complex and you growl. The loud noise and lights make your head pound. You shake your keys and walk towards the stairwell. Coughing into your arm and you open the door to your floor. You throw your hand back with a scream at the hot door handle.

“the fuck…? NO!” forgetting your pain you throw open the door and run into the building. Smoke flows from under doors and fire licks at the walls. The sound of the siren gets louder from some open window. You run through the halls trying your best to not breathe in smoke. Yelena would be asleep. She wouldn’t know what’s happening.

Your apartment door is on the right and you stand back and kick the handle. Your foot hurts as it contacts the rough wooden door but it cracks. You kick again and the door falls in. Running through the door you smack your arm into the frame and cry out in pain.

Fanny barks from one of the rooms and you follow the noise letting her run free into the hallway. You hope dearly that the dog finds her way out.

The entirety of your home is consumed in flames. Beams that held up the apartment above you are on the floor. The poor old couple who was always so nice. Hopefully they had gotten out before it collapsed. Running to your bedroom you try to open the door. It gives quickly but before you can get to Yelena a strong arm grabs at your back.

“What the? HEY!” you squirm trying to slip out of the grip. You have no luck and result to punching. Nothing makes the arms let you go as they pull you from the building. Along the way down you consider it may be a firefighter saving your life.

“Please. My girlfriend, she’s still in there. Please, she was asleep. Save her. I can get out,” you plead with your “saviour”. The person doesn’t acknowledge any words or attempts of movement. They just carry you out of the building back into the parking garage. At some point you began crying, fearing for your girlfriends and your neighbours lives.

You are carried to a car and roughly thrown in. Your broken wrist, now remembered, aches and you curl into a ball. The driver doesn’t speak to you and the person who carried you doesn’t get into the car with you. You didn’t register the person in the back seat with you until they cough. Or rather She coughs.

“Oh Y/N I’m glad we got you out ok. I was so scared we wouldn’t be able to get you out before the fire got you too,” Your eyes widen at the familiar voice and you sit up looking into her eyes. The pieces fall into place in your mind. No you’d never thought she’d be this cruel. Yet here you were, Yelena and Fanny. They were in there.

“You didn’t. no no you didn’t. You are cruel and hateful but not murderous,” you pull away as a hand strokes your cheek. Hate flashes behind your eyes.

“Oh honey. You will forgive me when you realise it was for the sake of the family. Like they always say; ‘Mother knows best.’”

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goldensstateofgrace · 3 years

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Day and Night.

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Prompts: 2) "You're so cute when you're sleepy." 11) ."Just lie with me for a while. I'm not ready to get up." (also this wasn’t requested I just felt inspired)

Summary: Y/n appreciates the Day and Night part of the job.

Warnings: fluff, nothing else I think (if there is send me a ask and I’ll add it no question!! <3)

Word count: 1K+

Hope you enjoy!! Happy reading!! <33 - G

One would think, spending all day with someone and then going home and spending even more time with them would eventually cause a rift in the relationship, but no.

When you’re in a relationship with someone, who is also your coworker, they understand that when you are on the job or not at home, that you both need to act professional.

That’s why it’s so easy with Spencer. He knows what needs to be done when you are not at home, he knows he needs to get the job done safely and professionally, so that you both can go home together at night.

That’s also why you take advantage when you both have the, very rare, days off. Just cuddling and being in each other’s presence.

It’s honestly, very rare, that you get to do this.

So when you wake up in the morning and feel eyes on you, it doesn’t surprise you that Spence is just watching you sleep, “bub, it’s too early,” you groan, snuggling deeper into his warmth as his arms tighten around your waist.

He chuckles softly, moving some sparse hairs off of your forehead and placing a gentle, sweet kiss upon it.

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he whispered into the top of your head. He runs his hands through the back of your hair, his other holding you tightly to his chest from your waist.

“Mhm,” you hum, your eyes closed as you soak in the warmth of his body being so close to yours.

You feel the shake of his chest as he chuckles at your reply, “baby, you gotta get up soon. We promised to go to JJ’s to watch Henry and Michael for them,” he reminds you.

You silently curse in your thoughts, all you wanna do is stay in his arms.

"Just lie with me for a while. I'm not ready to get up," you mumbled into his chest. If it was even possible, you cuddled further into him. Your face was buried in his neck as your left arm was wrapped around his back.

You both hadn’t realized, but you both fell back to sleep. Only waking up when a phone started to ring loudly through the relativity small room.

You woke up to Spencer's cheek leaning down on top of your head, his neck bent is what has to be an uncomfortable position.

When the ringing stopped, you were still half asleep so you started to fall back asleep, that was until it started up again.

Groaning, you pushed up and leaned across Spence’s still asleep body to reach for your phone.

“Hello?” you answer groggily, your voice filled with sleep.

“Y/n? Hey, are you and Spence still coming to watch the boys?” JJ’s voice filters through the phone speaker.

Your eyes widen at her words, pulling the phone from your ear you check the time, which read 11:24 am, you didn’t realize you fell asleep for so long. Or at all for that matter.

“Yes!” you tell her, starting to shake Spencer awake.

You didn’t have to shake Spencer too much, he woke up quickly looking at you with sleep filled, crusty eyes. He woke up more, and flung himself out of bed quickly to start getting dressed when you pointed to the phone that was still against your ear and mouthed ‘JJ’.

“JJ, I’m so sorry, we must have fallen back to sleep. We’ll be there soon,” you tell her, quickly getting out of bed and rooting around in your dresser for clothes.

“Ok, don’t rush, and drive safe. See you when you guys get here,” she told you before you both said bye and hung up the phone.

You quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a t- shirt before making your way to the bathroom. Spencer came out as you went in, dressed in a pair of black pants with a dress shirt tucked into them, and cardigan over top.

He looked good, really good.

But you can’t think of that right now, so you busy yourself with brushing your teeth and hair before you just decide to pull it back into a ponytail.

After you do everything you need to do in the bathroom, you make your way to the kitchen where Spencer has made you a to go coffee and some toast.

“You're the best, bub,” you tell him, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. He smiles into the kiss, pecking you a few times before pulling back.

“Come on, we gotta go,” he tells you, grabbing his messenger bag and the car keys before holding the apartment door open for you.

“Ah, thank you kind, sir. Such a gentleman,” you tease, walking out the door after grabbing your own bag.

He shakes his head in amusement, “you’re such a goof,” he chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You smile up at him, “but I’m your goof.”

The ride to JJ’s house isn’t long, and surprisingly there wasn’t much traffic for a saturday at noon.

You had just knocked on the door when it quickly jerked open and a small voice shouted “Uncle Spencer!” before your boyfriend was attacked in a tight hug by his godson.

You chuckle at Spencer’s surprised face, walking into the house of your coworker and best friend. You find her in the kitchen, cleaning Michaels face of remnants of his messy breakfast.

“Aunt Y/n!” his small voice calls when he sees you walk in.

“Hi, little man! Are you ready for a fun day?” you ask, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

“Hey, how are you?” JJ asks, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m good! are you ready for your day away?” you ask, hugging her back. Her and Will don’t get much time by themselves, so on the rare occasion that the whole team has a day or two off they try to take a few hours for themselves.

Normally they’d have a babysitter, but their normal girl had a shift at her other job so they called you and Spence, who were happy to spend time with your nephews.

“Very, we're probably just gonna get lunch then shop for henry’s birthday present,” her voice turns into a whisper as you both notice Spencer and Henry walk into the kitchen.

You nod at her words, “sounds good, take you guys’ time. I’m gonna enjoy some cuddles from my favorite little men,” you say picking Michael up and tickling his small tummy. Which pulled tiny giggles from him.

You and Spencer spent all day with the boys, watching movies and playing with lego’s, Spencer even read with Henry for a little while before you put Michael down for a nap. Henry even fell asleep for a while when watching a movie.

It was so cute, his head was leaning on Spence’s arm, his cheek was squished up and he looked so cute.

Now it’s past 9pm and you both are getting ready for bed. JJ and Will came home around 7pm with dinner so you stayed and ate with them before heading home.

Getting into bed after being in the bathroom, Spencer is reading a book as he leans against the headboard. You kiss his cheek before laying down and getting comfortable.

He puts his book down on the side table, and turns your way as he lays down too,”today was good, I love spending time with them,” he tells you. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer.

You nod,”I do too, I can’t wait for that someday.”

He smiles softly as your hand cups his cheek, your thumb stroking softly, “are you telling me you want kids?” he teases, nudging his nose with yours.

You giggle, “no, well, someday. Not right now though, I don’t want to share you just yet,” you tell him.

You had been together for almost two years now, and you couldn’t be more in love with him. But something in you, even if it’s a selfish part of you, doesn’t want to share him just yet. You want him to yourself for a little longer.

You're ok with being an aunt for right now.

Of course you had talked about kids before, but it was just if you wanted them. Which you do, you both do.

“I don’t want to share you yet either,” he tells you. He pecks your lips softly before resting his forehead on yours.

“I love you, bub,” you whisper, tangling your legs with his to get impossibly closer.

“I love you, Y/n. so much,” he mumbles, leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

Spending all day and night with someone would cause a rift for anyone else. But not for you and Spencer.

Getting to wake up, and fall asleep in his arms. It makes you appreciate him even more, you could lose him at any time in your line of work. Yet when you're in his arms, and you can hear and feel his heartbeat,it feels like time stops and you and him are the only people in the world.

Being in his arms makes you appreciate life so much more than you could ever imagine. Knowing you could lose him at a snap of a finger, that anything could happen and you’d never be able to see him again.

Well that’s why, Day and Night, is the best part of your day.

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fortisfiliae · 3 years

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Promised Part 15 - Tom Riddle x reader

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

A/n: This chapter is written from Tom’s pov. Reader will be addressed in third person.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 2k

Part 15 - A Dagger for a Devotee

Now that all of the ingredients for the antidote were gathered and added, the potion was as good as finished. It just had to simmer on for a while. If the instructions were correct, it would be finished on June 29th, which was the last day of school. Graduation day. One day before the wedding.

The wedding. Tom thought about it a lot. It would happen. That, he knew. The plan was to give Elsie the antidote on their wedding day so that she would be completely healed and they could still keep a low profile towards Marvolo and Morfin. Their wish would be fulfilled then, and even if the Gaunts were going to ask for more, they wouldn’t know that Elsie wasn’t under their might anymore. Tom was sure they were going to try to pressure him by threatening to hurt Elsie someday, even when he was married. That was just in their nature. They would never be satisfied.

He wondered how long it would take them to figure out that she had been healed. Weeks, months, years? And how they would react then. Were they going to take out their anger on him? The more he thought about it, the less he cared. He had even fantasised about it if he was honest. That Marvolo would lose his temper and would attack him. Tom had waited so long for an excuse to pay his Grandfather back, his fingers were itching just thinking about it. Oh, the things he would like to do to him were unspeakable and the grin on his face only widened the longer he envisioned them. He would welcome the opportunity with open arms.

Some nights, when he lay awake and couldn’t just fall asleep yet, Tom wondered if his life would have been different, if he would have turned out to be another person, had he not been brought up by the Gaunts. He didn’t wish for it, like his fiancée had mentioned so often, no, but he still couldn’t help but wonder. Was there a possibility for a different Tom Riddle to exist? One that would live with parents, one that wasn’t as cold and narrow-minded, one that could crack a real good joke to his friends? A funny, warm, kind version of him? His stomach squirmed at the thought. Disgusting.

He could have turned out like Benjamin Hilt. Merlin’s sake, what a nightmare that would be. To act like him, so loud and bothersome. Head in the clouds, mouth always open and never thinking about any consequences. Hilt had it so easy. But nevertheless, Ben’s attitude was intriguing. Annoying yes, but intriguing. Tom wouldn’t have thought Hilt would be able to keep his muggleborn mouth shut and keep the pact a secret, but he hadn’t told anyone about it yet, as far as Tom was aware. And he didn’t seem to keep his word out of fear, but rather out of belief. Ben wasn’t the type to have deep thoughts, by the looks of it at least, but he had his priorities set. And for that Tom respected him. Everything Ben did seemed to come so easily from within, not wasting one too many thoughts. It was something so deeply ingrained that it must have come naturally.

He was so different compared to Tom’s friends. Or whatever word one would use for people like Avery, Lestrange and the others. They were nothing more than followers, blind and mindless. They wouldn’t just offer their help to be a good person. They always wanted something in return, even if it was just Tom’s recognition. And he knew, if someone else were to take his place, they would drop him in an instant. Their loyalty was superficial and egoistic. Just as his own. He would drop them too if someone more useful were to show up and solicit themselves.

That was how it always had been. How he had thought friendships were meant to be. A mutual agreement, quite similar to business. Be polite, make use of a person as much as you can, make sure they’re intimidated enough to keep their knowledge to themselves and wish them well on their way out. Simple, beneficial and most importantly efficient.

But what his fiancée, Ben and Camille had was so different. He had waited for Camille and Ben to ask for something in return. Weeks had gone by, where he had anticipated for them to come up and ask for a favour. A note from the head boy to get out of detention, or something else. But they hadn’t. They had helped to steal the Banshee tears and were still tending to the potion in the Come and Go Room every day. For nothing? He couldn’t fathom it at first, and only when he thought about it again, it came to his mind that this could be what real friendship was like.

He didn’t like how much it churned him, how much consideration it had taken to come to this conclusion, when apparently for other people, that was the most natural thing in the world.

Tom obtained a much greater deal of wit than Ben, without a doubt, but yet, Hilt possessed so much more emotional intelligence than Tom could ever dream of. And he was jealous of him. That Ben could just walk through life, listen to his gut and trust that whatever it would tell him would be with good intent. Tom could have made real friends too then. He could have developed that trust to his gut too, if he hadn’t been fed those vicious thoughts by the Gaunts his whole life. He could have even gotten to know a muggle for all he knew, if he hadn’t been told, day after day, how worthless and irrelevant they were. That’s what they had always said. But the Gaunts had lied so often, maybe they had lied about that too. He had believed them for so long that he couldn’t even tell which opinion was his own and which one had been planted in his head by someone else.

And then came three people who acted against all his values, showing him a glimpse of what life could be like. Everything he knew, his view of the world, as well as his belief, had collapsed in a matter of months. He had learned so many new things, he wasn’t even sure if he knew himself anymore.

Had he changed? He must have, somehow at least. It was ironic, how the Gaunts’ plan to marry him off to a pureblood witch, who they thought would bring their family safety and respect, turned out to result in the complete opposite. Nothing, not even Marvolo’s paranoia and obsession for being a step ahead had come of use. They all had turned against them in the end, and for what? The faint idea of power and reputation? What worth did those things even have when everyone who bowed down to you only did so out of fear? They would take the first chance they got to stab you in the back with the very dagger you had given them. If you can’t trust your devotees, why bother?

Trust was something he thought of a lot, too. Did someone truly trust him? His fiancée for instance. She had put her faith in his hands several times in the past, yes. But would she trust him with her life? Had he done enough to earn her deepest trust yet? Or would she let him fall too when the opportunity arrived? When the deal was sealed, her sister was free and the Gaunts were powerless. Would she leave him, or would she stay? It kept him up at night when he thought about being alone again. Not because he depended on someone to be there, he was fine on his own. But he couldn’t change the fact that he wanted her to stay. And only her. No one else would do.

No one else had ever awoken that part of him before. That part that wasn’t as selfish, as calculating and cautious. And he knew no one else could. There was something about her, that slight brush of a hand when she touched him, or that unintentional notion of a smile she wore so often that broke out a whirlwind of emotion inside of him again and again. And he still didn’t even know what it was that he felt. It was nerve-racking, this mixture of nervousness, excitement and joy. If he had been able to, he would have buried those feelings long ago, deep down somewhere where they could have never disturbed him again. But he hadn’t. And he was glad about that. No matter how irritating it was, he craved it now.

He craved to see her as often as possible, the sound of her voice, the touch of her fingers on him. Her mind, her body and everything in between had him longing, thirsting for even more proximity. He ached for that bond so much, it had become a hassle and he needed to suppress it to prevent himself from shying her away.

But it was hard to feign composure when all he wanted was right there before him and she was so willing to accept his bid. It took all his might not to do what he most wanted and lock her up in a golden cage, where she would remain for him alone. His secret, his very own jewel. But most importantly his.

He couldn’t do that to her, he knew, she wouldn’t allow it. And he wouldn’t dare. He would never dare to add imbalance to the fragile structure they had built over the last year. She had come back to him eventually, day by day. He just needed to remind himself of that. Wait and improve his patience. Trust that she desired him as much as he did her. And by all accounts, she must have. Why else would she treat him the way she did? The idealist in him feasted on the way she acted towards him. How fearless and comfortable she was. How her mood could swing from gentle to feisty in a second, never dreading his reaction. Her honesty, which was the easiest, as well as the hardest thing to give someone, was what he most cherished her for.

Never before had he experienced something so close to perfection. The purity of emotion, so vibrant and raw it nearly hurt. But its absence was even worse, like a bottomless hole that sucked him in and ate him up from the inside. He had become addicted to the feeling and he would do anything to keep it.

He would marry her, yes, and willingly so. He would do anything she asked from him. But if she was to leave him then, if she would take that dagger and push it into his heart, he knew it would destroy him.

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Hamefura LN11 Moments: AlanxKatarina

While reading Hamefura Light Novel Volume 11, I wrote some summary / quick translations of some moments.

Here is the AlanxKatarina moment in the book.

Context:

Katarina had met the King the day before. She told Geordo and Alan she doesn’t think of them differently even after hearing what their relatives did

Katarina has decided to study love so that she can face her feelings, Geordo’s and Keith’s

Katarina is now more proactive regarding the measures against her doom

Katarina has decided to go to the castle’s library during her day off, hoping she will find another memo containing hints regarding FL2 in a book

Katarina’s POV

Katarina meets Alan at the library.

Katarina: "Ah, Prince Alan!"

Alan: "Oh, it's you, Katarina. So you came to the castle today, huh. What did you come for?"

Katarina: "I am off from work today, so I have come to the library to do some research."

Alan: "You've come to the library during your day off to do some research? You?!"

Alan is making a mocking face.

Katarina: "How rude, Prince Alan! Even I can come during a day off to do some research (starting today)!

Katarina pouts, inflating her cheeks. Alan is not making a mocking face anymore.

Alan: "Oh well, do your best and try not to fall asleep, okay?"

Katarina is thinking to herself that Alan may look like a grown adult, but inside he's still the same as when they were kids.

Katarina: "Mean Bossy Brat."

Katarina mutters to herself. Alan heard her.

Alan: "What did you say?"

Katarina: "It's not like it was hard to understand."

Alan: "You were insulting me, weren't you?"

Katarina: "If you know, then don't ask!"

Alan: "What's with you, stupid duke's daughter?"

Katarina: "And now you're insulting me?"

Alan: "Weren't you the one who started it?"

Katarina: "YOU started it by making fun of me!"

Alan: "I was just telling the truth!"

Katarina: "What did you say?"

They argue back and forth for a while and then Alan bursts out laughing.

Katarina : "?"

Katarina is blank.

Alan: "No, it's just that it has been a while since we had that kind of exchange, so I thought it was funny."

Hearing Alan say this with an innocent smile, Katarina was taken aback and thought it was indeed funny, and then laughed with Alan.

Katarina: "That's right. When we were little, we would often butt heads like this."

Alan: "Ah~ Yeah, kinda. For all kinds of things."

//TN: starting here, I switched the narration to Katarina’s POV

Alan looked embarrassed saying this. At first, when I met him, Alan had a strong inferiority complex towards Geordo, and was stormy. He has completely calmed now. This fight just now feels so nostalgic. As I was remembering the past,

Alan: "I am sorry for all I did in the past. Butting heads with you for whatever.".

He said.

Katarina: "Eh?! After all this time?!"

I opened my eyes wide from getting apologies more than 10 years later.

Alan: "Yeah, it is late but it's just that I remembered I never apologized, that's all."

He said this, looking embarrassed, and continued with

Alan: "I am sorry, and thank you."

As I got confused again from being thanked this time, he laughed at me again and I couldn't ask him why. Alan is laughing a lot today. Ah, that's right. I guess I'll ask Alan.

Katarina: "Prince Alan, do you know about love?"

Sora told me that even if I asked people about love, I won't fall in love myself, but... If I ask various kinds of things, maybe when I have this kind of feeling I'll be able to realize it more quickly. So there isn't anything to lose. However, Alan and Mary are only engaged for political reasons and they don't give off a lovey-dovey air. Besides, Alan is especially childish so even if I ask, I don't think he would know. He is probably like me, a fellow member of the "I don't know what love is" club, but

Alan: "Wh- What are you saying suddenly?"

Alan was bright red and shaking.

Katarina: "Eh?! No way! You know?!"

I raised my voice in surprise as I thought he would say "I don't really know". While I saw them as a boss and her underling, there was love developing between the two of them.

Alan: "What do you mean 'No way?!'? I have been an adult for several years already... So of course I would know that much..."

Alan said with a red face.

Alan: "What about you? Do you?"

He asked me in return.

Katarina: "Eh, Me?! Well.. I..."

If I told him I didn't, he would probably make fun of me, and since I couldn't reply right away...

Alan: "I bet a kid like you wouldn't, right?"

I knew he would make fun of me. I got so upset I felt like matching his words.

Katarina: "Of course I know that much."

I replied in a somewhat pretentious way. As I did, Alan's eyes grew wide, and

Alan: "...So you do, huh? And who is the one you love?"

Alan had an unusually serious face.

Katarina: "Eh?! Well, he is..."

I didn't think that far, and since I couldn't answer...

Alan: "Could it be Geordo? So in the end, you..."

Because Alan continued the conversation with a serious tone, I couldn't keep up with it, so I immediately threw away my pretense.

Katarina: "I'm sorry. I lied when I said I knew. I was just putting on airs. Actually, I don't know anything about it."

As I replied honestly, Alan felt somewhat relieved. Eh? Could it be that Alan was also putting on airs when he said he knew? As I thought, could he be a fellow member of the "I don't know what love is" club?

Alan: "Oh, I see! So you still don't know!"

As he said this, Alan vigorously ruffled my hair. It feels like I am being treated like a kid.

Alan: "Oh well, I guess you wouldn't. Makes sense."

Alan is nodding to himself. It feels like he is making fun of me again. And he also looks extremely happy for some reason. I thought I would ask him if he really is a fellow member of the "I don't know what love is" club, but Alan who was now in high spirits said

Alan: "Well then, I have some official business to attend, so I'll see you later. Good luck with your studies at the library!"

As he said, he stroked my head again before going off happily. Jeez, it's not studying, it's research. In the end, I couldn't hear from Alan anything useful about love.

Alan's POV:

I, Alan Stuart, am on my way to attend an official business, in a very good mood. Earlier, my mood sank to the very depth for a moment, but after I realized it was a misunderstanding, my mood then reached new heights. Just thinking I could see her 2 days in a row makes me happy. Yesterday, when I heard from Father that he would talk to Katarina and Maria about the unsightly past of the royal family, I felt dizzy. It's because I felt anxious thinking that after hearing the story, Katarina might look at us with eyes full of contempt. The time during which Father was talking to them felt incredibly long and just imagining Katarina telling us "I don't want to see you ever again" was the worst feeling ever. But when we asked her directly she told us while staring right into our eyes "The royals who took part in this struggle are different people to begin with. My opinion of the two of you cannot possibly change after hearing this story. Besides I know very well each of your personalities.". Looking at her dignified appearance, I fell for her all over again. However, when I looked at my side, Geordo was looking at her so lovingly. I averted my eyes right away. That's right. Katarina is Geordo's fiancée. And afterwards, when I saw her being escorted by Geordo, I suppressed my feelings somehow. Why did I have to fall for my older brother's fiancée, a woman I absolutely must never fall for? And when I think of looking elsewhere, there is no other woman like Katarina, and as a result I can't stop my feelings for her. Mary, my fiancée who, like me, has fallen for someone who won't return her feelings told me "Even so, I can't simply give up". But I can't do the same. Geordo and Katarina will get married eventually. I know I have to give up. But it's just that, while it is a well-known fact that Geordo loves Katarina, I know that Katarina herself does not have such feelings for him. No matter how much time passes, childish Katarina won't have such feelings. So just like that, I have been feeling at ease. So when Katarina asked me "Do you have someone you love?", I ended up shaking fiercely. But then, when I realized my misunderstanding, learning that Katarina was actually still not in love, I felt incredibly happy. I know someday I will have no choice but to give up. But I can't help wishing I could stay like this just a little longer. I kissed the hand where the sensation of her soft hair remained, and continued on my way with light steps.

#hamefura #my next life as a villainess: all routes leads to doom #bakarina #katarina claes #alan stuart

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casuallyimagining · 3 years

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So Much Love

Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: After being forced to cancel a few dates, Yoongi begins to doubt your relationship. Genre: hurt/comfort Notes: Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

You’d been hearing nothing but apologies all week.

He’d had to cancel your date. It wasn’t supposed to be much, you were just going to order takeout and start watching the new season of the sci-fi/fantasy show the two of you were into. But he’d ended up having to stay late at the studio to finish up some production stuff, so you stayed home and watched the news instead.

He hadn’t been able to come over like he normally would. At least twice in a normal week, he would use the key you gave him to let himself into your apartment. He would come over just to fall asleep in your bed and hang out for breakfast before you went to work. But he’d had early morning practice all week, and it was easier just to sleep at the dorms.

And then he’d forgotten to pick you up from work when your car was in for repairs. It wasn’t a huge deal--you were able to grab a ride from a coworker--but it had been torrentially raining, and you hadn’t been able to get in touch with him since his phone had died while he was in back-to-back meetings.

So you weren’t in the greatest of moods when he texted you to cancel yet again. You had spent all afternoon cooking a new recipe you’d found and you were just about to start packing it up to take to the studio for him when he’d told you that he needed to focus on meeting his deadlines. Admittedly, your response had been a little harsher than you’d intended.

When you heard your front door open that night, you were surprised. You hadn’t really been expecting him to come over at all, especially not after he cancelled, and even then, it was only a little past 11:30--early for Min Yoongi. You listened as he shuffled around in the hallway, taking off his shoes and his coat and throwing his keys on top of yours in the dish by the door. You heard the soft padding of his socked feet as he moved further into your apartment, but frowned when he bypassed the living room entirely and walked into the kitchen instead.

You got up and made your way into the kitchen to join him, humming happily when you saw him rummaging around in your refrigerator. “Thought I heard you come in,” you said softly, rubbing his back as you passed him to get to the pantry. “You get your song finished?”

Yoongi straightened and shut the door to the fridge, a bottle of water in his hand. Immediately, you knew something was wrong. His face may have been entirely neutral, but you could see it in his eyes. What ‘it’ was, you couldn’t quite tell, but it made you feel a little uneasy. His eyes didn’t have their usual life to them, and the small smile he flashed you didn’t go beyond his lips.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head and took a drink, avoiding you with his eyes. “Nothing, why?”

“Yoon.” You watched as he leaned against the counter casually. “It’s cool if you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here to listen if you do.” You reached out and squeezed his hand in what you hoped was a reassuring way.

He sighed and stared at the ground but otherwise didn’t move. “I’m sorry about having to cancel today. I wanted to see you, I did. I just… needed some time to myself.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that. I’m sorry I got mad at you.” He hummed, and you could tell just from looking at him that it was still bothering him. “Seriously, Yoongi. It’s okay. You got busy. Shit happens.”

“Shit’s been happening a lot lately.”

“Well, yeah, but it’ll calm down soon enough.”

“Don’t you get it?” Something flashed in Yoongi’s eyes. “There’s no such thing as calm. Things like tours and comebacks come and go, but this is what it is. The busy time doesn’t end.”

“That’s not what I-”

“If that’s a problem, then maybe we should stop kidding ourselves.”

You froze, your eyes wide. “Pardon?”

“I warned you that it would be like this. I gave you an out.”

“I know. I remember. I didn’t want it then. I don’t want it now.” Yoongi was staring at one of the cabinets just over your shoulder. You moved slightly to be in his field of vision and you watched his eyes dart elsewhere. “If you think I give a shit about a few missed dates, you’re crazy. Sure, it hurts in the moment, but I’m rational--I just need a moment to process sometimes. Where is this coming from, Yoongi?”

He swallowed thickly and roughly ran a hand through his hair. Judging by the state of it, he had been doing that all night. “I’m sorry. I’m… shit.”

His dark eyes met yours before flickering away, but in that brief moment, you had seen it. Hurt. Sadness. Heartbreak. Anxiety. You hadn’t been able to read it before, but suddenly, it was all clearer to you.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tried to keep your voice soothing and level as you reached out to him. “We’re okay.”

As soon as your hand touched the sleeve of his hoodie, he was crumbling to the tile floor. His hand gripped your arm, almost as if he was trying to catch himself but he wasn’t strong enough to keep himself standing. You steadied his fall, grabbing his other arm and slowly easing yourself onto the floor with him, making sure he didn’t hurt himself on the way down.

He pulled away from you almost immediately, shrinking into himself and drawing his knees into his chest. You watched quietly as his shoulders began to shake. You didn’t know what to do. He clearly didn’t want your comfort at the moment, so you scooted yourself so that you were sitting beside him, close enough that you hoped it was comforting but far enough away that he had his space.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a few moments, his voice thick and shaky. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Yoon, honestly it’s-”

“No, I-” He sniffled, wiping his tears away with his sleeves. “You deserve someone who can actually take you out and show you off. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and more. You deserve more than me.”

“Oh, honey boy.” You wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, but you saw him peek up at you from under his hair, and you didn’t dare. “Don’t you think I should have a say in what I deserve?”

“Of course, but-”

“No, hey.” You sighed. “Do you want to know what I want most in the world, right this second?” His eyes met yours, then, and you could see the curiosity mixed with the sadness. A silent tear rolled its way down his blotchy cheeks. “You. I would pick you a hundred times. A hundred hundred times if I had to.”

“Why?” His voice was so small, you almost didn’t hear him.

“I love you.” You shrugged. “I know you don’t believe you deserve it, but I do. And you do--you deserve so much love, Min Yoongi.”

He was quiet, but his eyes never left yours. Carefully, you reached out to brush some of the hair out of his eyes. He shrank away from your hand, and you dropped it into your lap sadly. After a moment, he pouted slightly. Slowly, and ever so gently, he reached out and grasped your hand. He squeezed it tightly before lifting it and placing it gently on his head. You smiled and carded your fingers through his hair, brushing it back and off his forehead. Yoongi leaned into your touch.

“I don’t care that we can’t go out on dates. I’d rather stay home and watch that stupid sci-fi show, anyway.” You reached for his hand, entwining your fingers together gently. With your other hand, you continued to smooth his hair down, alternating between playing with the soft, dark strands at the base of his neck and massaging his scalp. “And if there’s something I want that you can’t give me, then it isn’t worth having.”

Yoongi smiled, small and soft, and you could tell that he didn’t believe you, not yet anyway. You hoped that one day, he would. “Do you want to go watch it now?” He squeezed your hand. “I know we didn’t get to watch it earlier.”

“There’s nothing I would rather do.”

He stood, pulling you up with him and grabbing his forgotten water bottle from the counter before leading you into your living room. You curled into his side on the couch, your hand once again finding his as he pulled up the show on your TV. Once the season recap was playing, he looked down to you and flashed a small, flat smile. You leaned up and kissed him tenderly, and when you pulled away, you noticed a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. Smiling, you squeezed his hand before turning your attention to the show. His head fell against yours as he got comfortable.

Your heart ached for Yoongi, but you hoped to be around long enough for him to know in his bones how much love you had for him. You didn’t care how long it took--a year, five years, fifty, it didn’t matter. Someday, he would figure it out. And though you knew you couldn’t cure his anxiety or depression through love alone, you knew you could get through it together.

This fic is part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

#yoongi x reader #suga x reader #yoongi #suga #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts yoongi x reader #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts suga x reader

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preciseprose · 3 years

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From Nightmares to Dreams (Part 1/3)

Fandom: The Owl House

Chapter synopsis: Luz has a horrible morning which Amity helps remedy.

Author’s note: This fic is the first long-form work of fiction I have written in five years and would not have been possible without the encouragement and support of @sterling-jay. This fic was inspired, however, by @notbirdofprey who asked me: “How do you think Luz and Amity will get together?” Please be aware that my answer to this question involves a lot of angst on both Luz’s and Amity’s part; and, as a result, this fic is relatively angsty. I hope you enjoy it.

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Luz jolted awake, feeling dizzy and uncomfortably warm. She threw her blanket off her and sat up to rub her face. It was slick with some sort of wetness. “Oh,” she groaned. She must have been crying in her sleep. Again.

Suddenly aware of herself, she looked down at her feet. King wasn’t there and her door was closed. He must had left at some point during the night. She laid back down. “At least he didn’t see me this time,” she said quietly.

She prodded around her cot for her phone, finding it after a few moments. She sniffled and wiped her eyes again before powering the phone up. The right-top corner of her lock screen stated the obvious: “No Service.” After hesitating for a few seconds, she opened her messages.

She spent a few minutes reading through old conversations with her mom. It didn’t make her feel better. If anything, it made her feel guilty. Her mother’s messages were caring and warm. She asked if she was having a good evening, if she liked that day’s camp activities, if she was enjoying the food, if she was looking forwards to tomorrow, and so on. In contrast, Luz’s replies were generally short and impersonal. A lot of yeahs, yeps, and nopes. An occasional emoji. Few genuine responses.

She put her phone down and looked up to the ceiling. Even with the moonlight streaming in from her window, it was hard to make the beams out. After a few minutes of holding back, she let herself cry.

“I’m sorry, Mami. I’m sorry I can’t tell you that I’m okay. I’m sorry I can’t tell you that I’m safe. That I’m not missing. That I didn’t run away.” Her tears grew heavier. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry I’m making you worry. I’m sorry for being a bad daughter. You’ve always tried to be a good mom and you don’t deserve this.”

Luz cried until her eyes burned. When she destroyed the teleporter door, she had thought Eda might be able to send her home using magic or by taking her to some special place on the isles. But several weeks ago, Eda had sat down with her on the roof of the Owl House and explained the gravity of her situation: that the door was the only way she knew of to travel between the human realm and the demon realm, and that without the ability to cast spells she wasn’t sure if she would be able to send her home.

She had only barely stopped herself from breaking down. It helped that Eda had taken her hands and, looking directly into her eyes, promised that she would do everything in her power to try to return her home someday. And she had kept that promise so far, spending several hours every other day pouring over books with Lilith.

She wished Eda’s promise was enough to keep her fears under control, but it just wasn't. She kept a decent face up when around Eda and her friends. But when she was by herself, she couldn’t keep the act up. The idea that she might never see her mother again was overwhelming and terrifying. But even worse was the possibility that her mother might think that she disappeared on purpose.

Eventually, her eyes ran dry. Dawn broke soon after.

“I guess I should get up,” she thought. After a few minutes of sniffling and wiping her eyes, she rose from her cot, activated a few light glyphs, and dressed herself. Once done, a realization hit her: “My eyes! Crying makes your eyes puffy, right?”

The closest mirror was in the bathroom down the hall, but she couldn’t risk running into Lilith or King. If she ran into either of them, they would ask questions, and Eda would find out and start worrying about her again, and she didn’t want that. “What do I do? What do I do?” Luz repeated to herself.

She activated another light glyph to help her think. The light reflected off a small object lying nestled in the blanket on her cot. Her phone. “My phone!” she exclaimed in a hushed voice. She walked over to her cot, snatched her phone, and unlocked it with a swipe.

“Okay, how bad could it be?” She opened the front-facing camera. Her stomach clenched.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like someone had filed the skin under her eyes with abomination goo. “No, no, no, no, no. This is bad, this is so bad.” She pulled and pushed at the fleshy mounds trying to get them to recede. Her attempts did nothing.

The morning sun was already starting to brighten. She needed to act fast. She would need to leave for Hexside within the hour and there was no way she could avoid everyone on her way out. “What do I do? What do I do!”

Luz had no idea how to do anything involving her face. She had never been very interested in make-up and even she had been she didn’t think she could just slap some concealer on her face (not that she had any) and call it a day. She needed help, fast.

“Okay, okay.” She looked to the phone in her hand. “No that’s not going to help, I don’t have service here.” She tossed the phone on her cot and started pacing around the room. Muffled sounds began to emanate through her bedroom walls. The other residents of the Owl House were out of their rooms.

“Oh, I know!” Luz ran over to her school bag and dredged out the small scroll Eda had given her for her birthday. “Penstagram!” She tapped on the scroll and it bounced out of her hand and into the air, unfurled and glowing faintly purple. She grabbed it, thinking about her next move.

“I can’t ask Gus or Willow for help,” Luz thought, grimacing. They were already worried about her enough. Just yesterday, Willow had pressed her about why she had been especially quiet lately. It took their entire walk home to convince her that she was just stressed about homework and helping Eda learn glyph magic.

She didn’t think she could ask Viney or Skara for help either. She had gotten to know each girl better through classes at Hexside, but she didn’t really know either of them that well. And this was a bit too personal to spring on either of them.

That left Amity.

Luz blinked and took a long breath. She had been spending more and more time with Amity lately. On one of her better days last week, she had convinced Eda to let her, Amity, Gus, and Willow to have a “Azura Movie Night Sleepover Extravaganza!” at the Owl House after Eda found a DVD player in a trash worm. She and Amity had ended up cuddling on the couch under a blanket. And it felt so nice.

Amity was warm, and soft, and her hair smelt like wildflowers and sea salt, and Luz had been terrified that her heart was going to jab through her chest and explode on Amity’s back. But eventually, somehow, she managed to fall asleep with her in her arms. But when she woke up, Amity had already dressed in her day clothes and was eating breakfast with Eda. Every time she had tried to talk to her since then Amity had kept the conversation short or turned her head away and said she had something she needed to do or gave some other reason to leave quickly. Luz didn’t know what to think of it.

But that was then, and this was now. Luz had no one else to turn too, and out of all her friends she figured Amity would be the most likely to know how to deal with her situation. She pulled up Amity’s profile and sent a DM.

@glyphwitch (07:03:51): Amity I need your help!!! IT’S URGENT!!!!

@witchchick128 (07:04:27): Luz, what is it? Are you okay?

@glyphwitch (07:05:11): I don’t have time to explain but I need to get rid of these HUGE bags I have under my eyes (don’t ask please) and I have no idea how to deal with them but I need eda to not find out about them and I don’t know what to do and I thought you might and I just don’t want to worry eda about me so please help me

Luz snaped a picture of her face to Amity and dropped herself onto her cot. One minute passed. Luz heard Eda and Lilith having some sort of argument in the kitchen. They were constantly arguing about one thing or another these days. Another minute passed. The argument was now a three-way shouting match between Eda, Lilith, and Hooty. Based solely on volume, Hooty was winning.

Suddenly, the scroll vibrated against her leg. She snatched it up and tapped it. Again, it sprang to life.

@witchchick128 (07:08:34): I’m so sorry, Luz. Mother pulled me away for a tuft of my hair...

@witchchick128 (07:09:13): So, are they like that because of a magical or non-magical cause?

@witchchick128 (07:09:32): You eyes, I mean. Sorry, I wasn’t clear.

@witchchick128 (07:09:43): Your*

Luz laughed despite her situation.

@glyphwitch (07:10:12): non-magical

@glyphwitch (07:10:39): I was, uhhh. crying. a lot… but I’m okay now! really

@witchchick128 (07:11:16): Okay. Do you have any abrasion ointment from the Healing Coven?

@glyphwitch (07:11:42): no. I can’t leave my room or the others might see me

@witchchick128 (07:12:15): Alright. Let me think.

@witchchick128 (07:12:58): You haven’t discovered any glyphs that cast any illusion spells yet, right?

@glyphwitch (07:13:09): no, not yet

@witchchick128 (07:13:41): Okay, so you can’t conceal your eyes with magic. But I’ve seen you summon columns of ice before. Can you use your glyphs to make a bunch of small ice cubes?

@glyphwitch (07:13:53): yeah, I think so

@witchchick128 (07:14:38): Okay, do that. Then get two of your shirts and use them to make two cold compresses. Hold them under your eyes for five minutes. It should make the swelling disappear. If anyone asks you why your eyes are red, just tell them you were up late reading and only got a few hours of sleep.

@glyphwitch (07:14:56): oh my god, thank you Amity!!!

@glyphwitch (07:15:09): you're the best!

Luz shoved the scroll in her bag, then pulled out a pencil and piece of paper and got to work. After a few-second’s thought, she drew a moderately-sized plant glyph surrounded by three inter-connected tiny ice glyphs. She activated the ice glyphs first, creating three tall but slender pillars of ice. Then, concentrating her intent into her hand, she activated the plant glyph. A thick vine with several stems emerged from the paper and wrapped its tendrils around each ice pillar, crushing them into small pieces.

“Yes, it worked!” she said joyfully, impressed with herself. “What next? Oh right, the shirts.” She dashed over to her dirty clothes pile, grabbed the two least objectionable shirts visible, then dashed back over to her cot. Working quickly, she made two compresses using the ice littering the floor, lied back on her cot, and pressed the compresses onto her eyes.

A minute passed without interruption. Then Luz heard her door handle jiggle, followed by a quiet thud. She heard it a second time, and then a third. The fourth time she understood. King was trying to open the door. Before she could call out, she heard a solid impact with the door, followed by a metallic click and a final small thud.

The door began to open. “Luz, get up! It’s almost time for…”

Acting on pure instinct she streaked out of bed and flew against the door, slamming it shut and screaming, “King, don’t come in! I’m naked!” As she spoke, she heard something hard impact the wall across the hall.

“Ow! Jeez, I get it! Gross! How was I supposed to know!?” King shouted through the door. “I get that you wanted to protect me from a potentially scarring experience, but did you have to slam the door so hard? I can feel my brain spinning around inside of my skull! All I wanted to tell you was that breakfast is almost ready! Sheesh!”

“Sorry, King! I’m uh, just. Really self-conscious! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She paused and looked behind her. In her panic, she had strewn ice everywhere. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and looked back to the door. “I woke up a little late, okay? I still need to get ready. I’ll be down in like ten minutes.”

“Ten whole minutes! Really!?”

“Yes, really! And if you keep talking to me it’s going to take me even longer!”

“Ugh, fine. Whatever, just hurry up, will you? I’m starving and Lilith cooked today so breakfast actually looks good for once!”

She heard his little footsteps trod away. When she was certain he was gone she locked the door and got to work reassembling the cold compresses.

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #toh king #my fic #from nightmares to dreams #long post

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basicallywhiterice · 3 years

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across the world (lucas wong, dong sicheng/winwin)

pairing: lucas x reader, sicheng/winwin x reader

genre: angst, fluff, flangst. friends to lovers, college!au, dancer!sicheng, relationships and heartbreak

summary: You always thought a piece of your heart would belong to Sicheng, your first love, who ended things when he moved overseas. In the end, though, there’s nothing across the world except for a boy you used to know.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: cussing

a/n: see y’all next month for the last part, feel free to yell at me so i finish writing it sooner (p.s. peep the hamilton reference)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

this can be read as a standalone, but is part 2 in the on top of the world series. crossposted on ao3 here!

CHARLOTTE, NC

Charlotte Douglas International Airport, 1:42 p.m.

“Is this goodbye?” Sicheng murmurs, hugging you tighter. You strain to hear him amidst the hustle and bustle of the airport.

“I guess it is.” He’s leaving for Korea, pursuing his ambitious dance dreams. You’re staying in the states and starting college soon. There’s no time for an international relationship in either of your lives.

It’s cruel, you think, that the heartbreak from your first love will have been so worth it, that you’d have to live through the “right person, wrong time” so soon.

You nod, once. “Ah. Well. Bye.”

“We’re really over? We’re—officially breaking up?”

The words cut like a knife, but you try to stay strong for Sicheng’s sake. “Yeah,” is all you can manage without breaking down. “I guess we are.”

“Okay.”

So this is how it ends, you think. “Go and conquer the dance world.”

“I will. I—I really love you. I’m gonna miss you.”

“I love you too, Sicheng. You should go.”

“Ok.” He hoists up his backpack and raises his suitcase handle. “I—goodbye.”

“Bye.”

He starts toward the security line after some initial hesitation, flanked by his parents on either side. Trailing behind right before stopping, he turns back one last time, waving a final farewell.

After he’s gone, Lucas pats you on the back, Giselle hugs you tighter, and Ningning lets you cry into her shoulder. It helps, and it just barely holds you together as your world falls apart.

Home, 11:49 a.m.

You feel hollow.

Exactly six weeks before you leave for college, Sicheng does a routine call in the sliver of free time he has, sandwiched between his classes for the day. You’re still struggling through your acceptance of the change that was bound to happen, spending your days with your friends while you still have time. Though you’ve thrown yourself into living without him, seeing his face feels like a punch in the gut.

Even though he’s across the world, you let yourself forget for a moment, but you can’t pretend any longer when he hangs up.

Today was supposed to be your three month anniversary.

You turn down Yangyang’s invitation to skateboard and cry into your pillow.

Today was supposed to be your three month anniversary, but all you’re left with is a broken heart that Sicheng still holds.

ATLANTA, GA, FRESHMAN YEAR

Turman Hall, 11 a.m.

“Hey. How’d you like your first week?”

You spit out your toothpaste, holding up a finger and motioning for him to wait as you rinse.

“It was okay,” you say. “I haven’t really made new friends yet. I’ve, uh, hung out with a few people though, and Lucas and Giselle are in some of my classes.” Some water droplets spray out from a splash of water, and you wince a little at how low the dorm’s sinks are.

“Have you talked to the people on your floor?”

“Yeah, they’re cool. I’m pretty happy here, I think I just need more time to get to know people better,” you shrug. “Anyways. How are you?”

“It’s going pretty well. Someone from New York joined earlier this week, so she’s kind of in the same boat as me, except she’s Korean.” He’s about to continue when he yawns, words growing incomprehensible.

“You should sleep soon. When are you getting up tomorrow?”

“Late enough. I probably should, though.”

“Then why’d you call? Go to sleep, Sicheng.”

“I wanted to see you, is that really a crime?” He yawns again. “Well then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You know you’ll only get hurt in the long run, but that doesn’t stop you from texting him to set up another time to call once you know he’s asleep.

Turman Hall, 12:15 p.m.

Sicheng cancels a Facetime he scheduled earlier in the week, too tired to call after a grueling practice. It’s the first time he’s done so, and you knew he was going to get too busy for you eventually, but it still breaks your heart.

You’re staring at your laptop when a tidal wave of loneliness pulls you under. You miss Sicheng, but you also miss the rest of your high school friends, your parents, and the simplicity of life before college.

Just as you’re about to text him, Lucas calls you.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Yooo,” he greets. “Are you still coming to the student center?”

“Yeah, I was about to head out. Why’d you call?”

“You weren’t responding.”

You pause, a wave of tears suddenly welling up. “Thank you, Lucas,” you say, voice steady enough to avoid suspicion. “I’ll be there in 10.”

“Yeah, see you then.”

The loneliness doesn’t fade, but it doesn’t weigh as heavily anymore.

Turman Hall, 7:14 p.m.

You’re pulling on your shoes, about to head out to meet with Winter at a nearby restaurant, when Sicheng calls you. After a bit of hesitation, you reason it won’t take long and pick up.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Sicheng says, hair sweaty and face shining. “I’m on break right now. How are you?”

“I’m doing alright. Why’d you call?” you ask. He almost never calls during his breaks. “Isn’t it busy there?”

“I felt lonely,” he says, and you’re not sure why it hurts to hear that was the only reason. “Is anything interesting happening?”

“Uh.” It’s been a while since he last called, and you forget what you’ve told him already. “Well, Karina’s been encouraging me to rush next semester. I’m not sure if I want to do it, though.”

“That sounds really fun. You could meet some new people there.”

“Yeah, but it seems really time consuming, and I’ve made friends already. I just—”

“If you want to try it, I don’t see why not.”

“Yes, I just don’t know if I can handle it on top of my classes.”

“You need to decide what you want,” he says, and you blink, startled by his sudden outburst. Your first instinct is to apologize, but you have nothing to be sorry for, and you wonder if something major or stressful happened recently.

“I have been,” you mumble, trying not to sound defensive. “I declared my major last week, the joint bachelor’s and master’s thing here. I talked to my advisor about it and I’m trying to graduate in four years. I have a plan.”

“Oh.” He pauses, head tilting. “You didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted to tell you over call.”

“Ah. You should’ve said something.”

You just shrug, wanting to move on. “I’m excited. How are you, though? Why are you feeling lonely?” You know it’s pointless to ask when he only has a few minutes of free time, but you still want to give him an option to answer.

“I’m alright, getting busier now but—”

The door opens behind him, a dancer clad in black clothing walking on screen. They speak a string of Korean to which Sicheng nods, standing up and stretching his legs.

“Sorry, break’s up,” he says, face coming back into the frame as he bends down to pick up his phone. “Text you later?”

You’ve gotten used to it by now. “Okay. Good luck. Bye.”

His face is replaced first with your text history, and next with a black screen. You stare at it, wondering if he even loved you in the first place.

You don’t decide on an answer during the 15 minute walk to dinner, but when you meet Winter there, you find that there are better ways to fill your time.

Turman Hall, 11:15 p.m.

Your hands shake as you press the FaceTime button under Sicheng’s contact. As your phone rings, you set it down to wipe your palms on your pants.

After tonight, you’ve decided to cut Sicheng out of your life. The timing is less than ideal, but with exams just completed and an abundance of time to reflect, it’s the best you can do. All you want is one final call with him, and you’ll rip off the bandaid.

Sicheng answers quickly. He’s sitting at his desk, a pillow propped up between him and his chair. “Hey,” he says, waving. An easy smile hangs from his face, and he looks the most relaxed he’s been in months.

“Hey,” you breathe. “How are you?”

He eats lunch as you talk, almost making you regret your decision to distance yourself. Your resolve never crumbles like you thought it would, though, and you think your conviction signals the point of no return.

Tonight, you hang up first. It feels like you can breathe again when you press the ‘end call’ button, but your heart crushes under the weight of your lungs.

Turman Hall, 11:57 p.m.

“I’m moving on,” you say, resting your elbows on the windowsill and looking up toward the looming night sky. The moon hangs high above, its gentle glow drawing out everything you’ve been bottling up.

“I can’t wait for him to come back when he’s happy without me,” you tell the moon. “I need to live my life without him. Otherwise, it’s not fair to me, or him, or anyone who cares about me.”

A tear traces its way down your face, plopping down onto the ledge. “I used to love him. I don’t know if it’ll ever go away, but I know that someday, I’ll be able to look back at it as something in the past.”

The stars wink back at you, silently, and you wonder if the moon ever gets tired of orbiting the Earth.

CHARLOTTE, NC

Home, 7:09 p.m.

Sicheng texts you every day during the first week of winter break. Each time, you ignore him for hours before responding, and it feels horrible, but there’s no other way around it.

Today’s texts come when you’re sitting in your room with Giselle and Kun, waiting for the sugar cookie dough to chill in the fridge. He asks how you are, if you want to call in the pocket of free time he has right now and tell him more about your future plans. You stare at the messages on your lockscreen, waiting for your phone to turn off before limply tossing it on your bed.

“What’s going on?” Giselle asks eventually, pulling you out of your reverie.

“What?”

“Y/n,” she says, scooting closer. You look up from the miniature Christmas tree nestled in your lap, having fiddled with its flimsy branches to distract yourself from replying. “What’s wrong? Talk to us, we’re here for you.”

You glance over at Kun. “I can tell the rest of them not to come because Giselle and I got food poisoning or something, if you need to vent to us.” He pulls his phone out, ready to text Yangyang, Lucas, and Ningning at a moment’s notice.

You wonder how long they’ve known, even when you kept quiet and tried to shoulder your pain alone. Your phone’s ringing saves you from answering immediately, lighting up with an incoming Facetime from Sicheng, and it hurts not to pick up, but it would hurt even more if you did.

“He said he has 20 minutes to call,” you relay to Kun and Giselle dully, your cover blown. They share a sideways glance, but neither of them say anything. “Should I? I don’t even know if I want to talk to him, but y’all probably haven’t called him in a while.”

“Don’t think of us, think of what you want,” Giselle urges.

You nod, reaching for the phone again. It’s still ringing when you silence it, throwing it back on the bed.

“Yeah. That’s what I want.” And then you fall over onto Giselle’s lap, desperately wishing for the pain to end, and she holds you as you sob for the first time in a week. “He’s—it’s—different now, and—s’okay, b-but it’s…” you choke out before you start hiccuping.

The room is quiet as you cry, only the sounds of sniffling and gentle consoling present, as you shed a semester’s worth of tears. You start talking once you’re coherent enough, putting your heart on full display, and it’s cathartic. It’s cathartic to ugly cry, to retell your love story to two friends who love you deeply, to release of all the hurt and longing you’ve been holding onto just to remember how you and Sicheng were.

And when you’re done, letting go gives more room for hope to come in.

ATLANTA, GA

Waffle House, 1:01 a.m.

“What do you mean, of course you were gonna get a bid, you idiot,” you exclaim around a bite of waffles. “I can’t believe you’re a frat boy now.”

“I was worried! I thought that one dude hated me, remember?” Lucas grins. “And don’t worry, I’m not an official frat boy yet.”

“Don’t fucking get hazed when you pledge.”

He raises his hands, still holding a syrup-covered pancake piece speared onto his fork. “I won’t. Don’t fall into the whole ‘frat boys are dumb’ thing on me, now, I know how to look after myself.”

“I’m not, I’m just worried,” you sigh. “Just—stay safe, y’know?”

“Aw, you do care after all.”

“Shut up before I make you pay for your pancakes.”

He doesn’t shut up. “Anyways, enough about me. You don’t have to, uh, say anything, but are you—are you doing okay?”

You can’t tell if he’s talking about Sicheng or life in general, but you offer an honest answer to both. You’ll find out which one he’s referring to soon enough. “I’m doing better.”

“I can tell.”

You stare at him for a second too long, the harsh fluorescent lights glaring down, and you think that maybe Sicheng came into your life at exactly the right time.

Three truths arise at the exact same time: You don’t love Sicheng anymore. You’re happier without him. And you see the light at the end of the tunnel, the day quickly approaching when you are perfectly satisfied with what was, and have no grieving for what could have been.

Clairmont Road, 6:08 p.m.

When it arrives, it’s any other spring day. You’re sitting at a bus stop, scrolling through social media, helping Winter finalize the Airbnb booking for your upcoming spring break trip, and discussing your summer internship applications with Ten at the same time, when Giselle scrolls back up your feed.

“Isn’t that… Sicheng? He went viral?”

“Hm?” You glance down at a dance trend, the dancer vibing onscreen alongside a popular filter. Then your eyes land on the several hundred thousand likes beneath the video. “That’s him?” you finally realize. You haven’t kept up with his dance account in a few months, and it seems like you’ve missed out on a lot.

“Oh my god, he made it, didn’t he?”

“Holy shit. All because of a TikTok dance? That’s insane.”

You call Lucas over, and the three of you rewatch the video.

As you watch, you wait for your expression to fall again, for your heart to drop and your stomach to twist when you think about him, but nothing happens. And as you feel nothing but happiness for his success, the last scratch on your heart heals itself, and you smile.

Then the epiphany hits you: you and Sicheng may never talk, meet, or be okay with each other again, but it doesn’t matter. It hasn’t mattered for a while, not when your heart is bursting with love for your own life and stays silent for a boy who was once in it.

He’s in his own world—leaving you happier now that you’re done learning what you needed to from him, wiser and more content—and you’re in your own, taking over the world with only those you choose to share it with.

It’s solitary on top of the world, but it will never be lonely, not when you fight for everything you want and hold the people you love close to your heart.

You let go of Sicheng a long time ago.

ATLANTA, GA, SOPHOMORE YEAR

The Quad, 7:30 p.m.

The day Lucas asks you out is the day the flowers outside your window start to bloom.

“I really like you,” he says, his beaming expression matching yours, “and I was wondering if you’d like to go out? On a date with me?”

He’s awkward, but carries himself with confidence. His fidgeting hands give away the nervousness he tries to hide, but his grin catches your attention. There’s a lot of things you like about him, but you think his smile might be one of your favorites.

“I would love to.”

Main Street, 8:15 p.m.

By the time your three month anniversary with Lucas rolls around, you’ve started bringing down your heart’s defenses already. There’s no reason to keep them up: he doesn’t make you cry when you worry about the future, is never gone for long enough to make your heart ache. He’s safe, and you want to stop keeping him at arm’s distance.

And you’ll be okay. You’ve lived through one heartbreak already and emerged stronger than ever. And if your vulnerability with Lucas means it will heighten your next heartbreak, then it’ll be worth it a million times over.

You hand parts of your heart for him to hold, dropping your defenses day by day. This is the point of no return, and you choose to walk past it with Lucas by your side.

ATLANTA, GA, JUNIOR YEAR

The Quad, 10:22 p.m.

“I’m in love with you,” Lucas confesses. Grinning from ear to ear, he swings your clasped hands together, practically restraining himself from skipping down the park path. Your hand slips an inch before he catches it, oblivious to the sweat coating your palms inside your gloves.

The right words never come, and slowly, the smile melts off his face. “Baby?”

Your throat constricts as you swallow hard around your dry tongue.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it before you were comfortable, I…”

“Lucas.” Pausing, you bring a shaky fist up to your mouth, covering the lower half of your face as you stall for time. “I… don’t know.”

Your hand slips out of his. “Oh.”

“Lucas, I love you very much. But there’s a difference. I… don’t know if I’m in love with you.” He stares at you, expression tight, and your stomach turns. “This doesn’t mean no. I really don’t know, but I do know that you make me happy. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“I thought I had been clear in how I felt.”

You wince, slightly. “I’m—”

“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” He swallows. “Can we please go back to the dorms? I’m not mad, and I don’t want you to feel bad, but I really need to be alone right now.”

“Can we work this out first?” you ask, panic settling into your voice.

“I don’t know if we can do that right now.” “Have—have you been open with me? About how you feel these past few months?”

“Can we at least try? I—” Your voice breaks, and you clench your jaw to ground yourself before continuing. “Of course I’ve been open. I made the choice to communicate everything I felt, I overcame my fear of heartbreak. Just because I’m not sure if I’m in love with you yet doesn’t mean I haven’t tried and cared.”

“I don’t—can we please go back? I need some time alone.”

“You can’t just walk away like that,” you say, voice shaking. “You—you’re not trying to solve this together.”

“I don’t know,” he says, and it hurts to hear when it’s all he says, but not as much as it hurt you to say.

“Lucas,” you say, and it feels horrible pleading for him to listen. “Please work this out with me. Show me that you’re choosing me, too.”

He stares at you, motionless. Your worry compounds when he stays there, heart ripping apart at the seams as you resign yourself to the fact that this is the beginning of the end. Jaw clenching, you let your tears trickle down your face, the frigid wind sending pricks of coldness down your face.

Then he steps closer, blurry silhouette growing bigger. You furiously wipe away your tears, wool gloves scratching at your cheeks, to get a good look at his expression, when he hesitantly reaches up for your hands.

“I’m sorry,” he says, slowly lowering your joined hands. “I know you’re hurt. I need you to trust me when I need some time to process this, and I know you want to work on this together, but I need to be alone first. Would you be okay with going back to your dorm, but staying in different rooms for a while so that I can still be close to you?”

It’s not okay—not if he’s giving up on solving it together. “You get the bathroom.”

“Deal.”

You don’t get the chance to tell him that night, for you fall asleep before he talks to you again.

His absence speaks for itself, and you think this might be the point of no return.

Woodruff Hall, 12:12 a.m.

Lucas gives up over winter break, and you want to blame him, but you’re too busy blaming yourself for breaking up with him to be angry.

“Why?” he demands, gaze cold. You look away.

“You knew this was coming,”

“You were the one who talked about choosing each other and working on our relationship.”

And you were the one who gave up first, you think, but you’re too tired to be bitter. “Lucas, I don’t think you can change my mind at this point.”

“Are you—is it because I’m in love with you?”

“Lucas, please, just go.”

“Did you ever love me?” You hate that you can’t comfort him the first time he cries in front of you.

“We can talk about this later, but please, I need to be alone right now.”

You start sobbing the moment he walks out the door.

The Quad, 11:32 p.m.

Were you in love with him?

Woodruff Hall, 1:57 a.m.

You were not in love with him.

Woodruff Hall, 11:29 a.m.

When Sicheng Facetimes you for the second time this year, you’re not expecting it. You certainly aren’t expecting the news he drops.

“You’re dating someone?” you ask as he blushes.

For a horrible moment, all you can think is what if what if what if before you blink, and then your guilt over your past evaporates.

“That’s awesome. What are they like?”

“She’s really cool. She joined the studio a year after I did and we started talking recently. It’s going really well.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Me too,” he grins. “How are you, though? Anything interesting happen?”

“Nah, I’m just pretty stressed,” you half-fib. “Just—life, you know?”

“I see. How are you and Lucas?”

A cross between a laugh and a sob rips out of your throat unexpectedly. “We—we broke up earlier this month.”

Sicheng goes still. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“He—it’s—I’ll be okay. I trust myself enough to end up okay,” you babble. “It’s chill. It’ll be chill eventually.”

“Things will get better,” he agrees, “but you shouldn’t ignore how you feel right now. Are you alright? Wanna talk about it?”

You tell him an abridged version, one that’s probably still too personal for him, and he consoles you the best he can.

You still feel the finality when he hangs up, though, the sense of obligation he felt to inform you of his girlfriend obvious from the start. It’s an unspoken agreement that neither one of you will contact the other so as not to intrude on his new relationship, and you imagine it’ll be the last time he calls you this year.

And you’re okay with that—have been okay with it for years by now. Sicheng’s gone, not the one that got away, and you feel a deep peace settle in your bones.

One day, you’ll feel the same about Lucas, too, and that victory carries you through the week.

ATLANTA, GA, SENIOR YEAR

Oxford Road, 4:28 p.m.

“Hi, Lucas.”

He looks up from his laptop, pulling his textbook from the cafe table to make more room for you. “Hey, it’s good to see you again.”

The awkwardness you’ve been preparing for in your meeting never comes. “You too,” you say, pulling out a chair and sitting across from him. “How have you been?”

“I’m doing really well. How ‘bout you?”

“Me too. I’m glad you’re doing good. How’d that internship go, by the way?”

“Oh my god, it went great,” he recounts. “Ten told you how he was interning under a different department, right? And that he worked on the floor above mine?”

“He did. Did y’all see each other often? He didn’t really mention a lot other than how he got wasted with you.”

“Yeah. He’s less of a lightweight now, did you know? Anyways, I shared an apartment with a few guys, and one of them was from his hometown, and he was doing analytics as well and he mentioned that he had interned with you last summer. Do you remember a Hendery?”

“I remember him! Does he still have a bunch of questionable ties?”

“So many. We got him a Shrek tie that Ten ended up picking, and he wore it on the last day, it was great.”

You and Lucas are okay again.

You only realize that you never ordered a drink by the time you head out.

Executive Park, 10:42 p.m.

Sicheng calls for the first time in a year right when Winter leaves your college apartment for the last time. It’s not the last time you’ll see her before you move out, but it brings about a sense of finality.

“Hello?” you ask after a moment of silence.

“You’re still going to school in LA next year, right?”

“Hello?” Winter glances over, one hand on your doorknob, and you shake her head. Covering your phone, you mouth “I’m fine.” She doesn’t look convinced, but closes the door behind her anyways.

“Please,” he says, and his sense of urgency grabs your attention. “I’ll explain, but I need to know.”

“Yeah, I am. Why? What’s happening?”

“So. I might be moving there to teach at a dance studio.”

“You’re moving back?” you press. “Why? When? Which studio?”

“Millennium, sometime in the fall,” he says, loud chatter on his end briefly drowning out his words. “Shit—I don’t have a lot of time right now, but I got confirmation that I’ll be teaching there just now, and I—I remembered you were gonna be there, and, you know? Can we talk about this sometime later? I’m at the studio right now, I just—”

“Sicheng, that’s fine,” you say when you hear the talking in the background pick up again, worried that he’s missing out on a class or practice. “I’m proud of you for making it there. We’ll talk later?”

“Thank you, yeah, we should.”

You nod, not knowing what to do. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he says, and you hang up as soon as the syllable has left his mouth.

Sicheng’s moving back. He’s moving back, a stranger behind his familiar smile, and it’s difficult to think about meeting him when you’d assumed you’d never see him again.

Against the backdrop of surprise, your curiosity stands out the most. You wonder what kind of person he grew into—wonder if he ever found something besides dance to chase, what his most recent catchphrase is, how his girlfriend is doing, if he still listens to the SoundCloud rapper after he went into pop, how often he calls his parents—and you miss the ease of being able to ask him, no sour memories to impede even the simplest of conversations.

This is the price you have to pay, you suppose, for knowing you were meant to outgrow each other.

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All That Was Fair

Chapter 11: Busted on All Fronts

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Chapter Summary: Jamie receives an unwelcome surprise, then an accident sparks new discoveries.

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Chapter 11: Busted on All Fronts

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When they arrived home that night, Jamie thought it likely that he’d end up carrying her inside again. He came around to her side, opened the door, and then gently shook her shoulder. She woke just enough to get out of the car, but the second Claire was on her feet, she was leaning into Jamie and twining her arms around his neck.

He wrapped his own arms, in turn, around her waist (just to steady her), and pulled her closer with forbidden longing tugging at his heart.

“Jamie?” she murmured.

“What is it, a nighean?”

She was quiet for a long second.

“Oh… nothing.”

That unsettled him a bit; he wanted desperately to know what her sleepy confession might have been, but he wouldn’t press her.

“Want me to take ye up tae bed, lass?” he asked, his heart skipping a beat as he made the suggestion. It was a completely innocent offer to carry her inside, but his mind couldn’t help drifting to the implications…

“That would be nice,” she mumbled against his chest.

So, not one to refuse his Sassenach any request, he lifted her off her feet and carried her inside.

Jamie was a stubborn man. He liked to think that meant he adhered to his principles, but Jenny always said it was just that he was hard-heided. Whichever it was, he insisted on putting her in the guest room— despite the evidence to hand that she wouldn’t be inclined to stay there.

He deposited her gently into bed, watching as she sleepily settled in. She was well and truly conked out, the sweet lass, and Jamie thought she just might be too tired to wake herself up and climb into bed with him. Perhaps tonight would be the night she finally managed to stay in her own room?

And that thought disappointed Jamie more than he cared to admit.

Flicking off the light and leaving her to her bed, Jamie headed toward his own room. He stopped dead in his tracks when a thought suddenly occurred to him.

Real life. He’d forgotten nearly everything that day— caught up with Claire as he was. He hadn’t eaten since that morning, nor had he thought about work, which was expecting him the next day.

But there was no way he’d be leaving Claire tomorrow, no way in hell, so he whipped out his phone.

This time— not wanting to deal with Ian’s incessant questions (which surely would have only grown with the added day)— he simply shot him a text.

<<Sorry, brother, I need another day. I trust you can take care of things. Thank you for understanding.>>

That taken care of, he headed downstairs. First order of business: the pile of clothes and things were still in the car (his hands had been a little full of a certain faerie when he’d come in the house), and he groaned before heading outside. He scooped up the heap and then went straight back in, dropping everything carelessly on one chair in the living room. The little book at the very bottom of the pile lay forgotten.

Next, Jamie headed for some food.

Adso sat on his lap as he ate at the table, probably feeling a bit neglected. He made sure to give him plenty of attention with indulgent one-handed scritches. Guilt was starting to tug at him as he thought about the responsibilities he’d been shirking ever since he’d stumbled across Claire. The lass made him lose his damn mind when he was around her, and he hoped someday he’d actually get it back and be able to attend to his responsibilities again. The company would do fine without him for a few days, but they did need him. Eventually he’d have to break free of this bubble he was living in and return to his obligations.

He didn’t want to think about that, though. It was too painful to imagine explaining to Claire that he was leaving her for the day— her big, sad eyes as he walked out the door, leaving her upset and alone in the unfamiliar house…

Jamie actually shook his head in an attempt to dislodge the disconcerting thoughts.

Once he was properly showered and prepared for bed, he tossed his phone on the dresser face down and collapsed onto the mattress. It was only 10 pm, but he felt as worn out as if he’d been up for three consecutive days.

Sure enough, only minutes after Jamie settled into bed, Claire came padding into his room, rubbing at bleary eyes. She was like clockwork, his faerie.

He made no protestations this time. His earlier disappointment at the thought of her no longer wishing to share his bed deliciously ebbed away as she came toward him. Simply opening his arms for her, he rumbled, “come ‘ere, lass,” and Claire laid down beside him, resting her head on his chest and melting against him.

“Goodnight,” he whispered into her hair.

But she was already asleep again, breathing evenly, chest rising and falling against his side.

Jamie followed her shortly, ensconced in the warm contentment of having her, once again, wrapped in his arms.

Where she belonged.

Jamie woke abruptly the next morning to the incessant ring of his doorbell. Whoever was at the door must have lost their bloody mind, because the ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong was obnoxiously unceasing.

“Ifrinn,” he cursed under his breath as he shot out of bed.

Claire, startled into wakefulness by his body leaving hers, jolted upright and looked wildly around the room as if expecting attack.

“Stay here,” he told her as he darted from the room.

Stumbling down the stairs, trying to run his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair and blinking away the remnants of unconsciousness, he made his way to the front door.

“I’m coming, haud yer wheesht!” he called in frustration.

The ringing stopped just as he reached the door. When he flung it open, he was greeted with the sight of his sister Jenny standing on his porch, her arms crossed and eyes glaring daggers, and Ian lingering just behind her.

“What the devil are ye doin h—” he started, but Jenny interrupted him.

“What the devil am I doin? What the devil are ye doin!”

She shouldered her way past him, barging inside without a shred of social decorum. Her dander was clearly up. Jamie stood rooted in his spot, staring straight ahead, and Ian simply gave him a shrug. Then, his brother-in-law followed his wife inside, and Jamie was left to trail after them into his own house.

“I dinna recall invitin’ ye in, Janet,” he grumbled as he shut the door behind them.

Jenny was in no mood. “Four days and no’ a single word from ye? I’ve texted ye countless times, called ye even more, and ye dinna have the decency to let me know ye’re alive!” Her voice was raised in confrontation, and as she laid into him, her face grew redder with the heat of the upcoming battle.

Jamie tried to maintain his cool in the face of this tirade.

“I told Ian I needed some days off,” he said patiently, “besides. I am no’ a child, Janet. I dinna have tae tell ye where I am at all times.”

Ian chose that moment to jump in, which was probably good timing, because Jenny looked close to exploding at his response. “Where have ye been, Jamie?”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Here. At home. Believe it or no’, sometimes people just need a break.”.

“Oh, is that so?” Jenny hissed, “Then why is Mrs. Fitz callin’ me up to inform me ye were shagging a lassie in her dressin’ room?”

Jamie threw his hands up in agitation. “Christ! I wasna doin’ anythin’!”

“But ye were wi’ a lassie?” Jenny demanded.

“Aye, but—”

“Christ, Jamie! Is she the reason ye disappeared?” Her roaring tone had fallen into one that was more exasperated and accusatory.

Jamie didn’t have an answer for her, mind grappling with how best to proceed— he clearly couldn’t tell her the truth about Claire, no way in hell she’d believe him. Jenny took his silence as a confirmation though, and her eyes blazed. He gave her a shrug.

This insolence was apparently the last straw for Jenny as she threw her hand up to stop him from speaking and averted her face in disgust.

“Who is she?” she asked in an even, low voice— one that indicated she would not tolerate anything but a straight answer.

“Jenny, she’s no one,” he said firmly, trying to infuse his voice with enough sincerity that his sister would take his word, “listen. She’s nothin’ but a fling. Somethin’ tae pass the time. I was feelin’ burnt out from work and… I jes’ needed tae blow off a bit of steam, is all.”

The whole time he was speaking, Jenny had been deflating. Her shoulders lowered from their confrontational set and the fire in her eyes was dying down. Ian, on the other hand, stood there with wide eyes, his jaw fallen open.

“Jamie,” Ian said, “I have never kent ye tae ‘have a fling,’ as ye say.”

“Well maybe ye dinna ken me as well as ye think,” was the first thing that came to Jamie’s mind to say. “Now, if ye’re quite finished interrogatin’ me about my love life and sticking yer neb where it doesnae belong, will ye please leave me tae have my day off in peace?”

He thought they were both so taken aback that they just might leave without a fight. His suspicions were proved correct when Ian, face tinted with the heat of shame, took Jenny’s arm and started steering her toward the door.

“Goodbye, Janet,” Jamie said pointedly as they stepped outside.

“Goodbye,” his sister said numbly as Ian pushed her in the direction of their car.

Resisting the urge to slam the door in her nosy face, Jamie closed and locked it. He still fumed from Jenny’s confrontation. The audacity. For her to barge into his house demanding answers, defaming his character…

He was just rounding the corner of the hall to head upstairs when he was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of Claire, hand braced against the wall, eyes wet and shining with tears.

She looked up at him when he froze in front of her, and the expression on her face nearly ended him. Heartbreak, betrayal, sorrow— all glittered in those bonny whisky eyes.

“‘No one?’” she whispered, repeating his earlier words.

A tear escaped the corner of her eye and trailed slowly down the side of her face. The sight of it was like an arrow to the chest, and his heart leapt to his throat. The precursor to full blown panic.

For her part, Claire was completely motionless, save the slight heaving of her chest as she tried to keep herself in check.

Jamie reached out for her instinctively, but she shied away from his touch with a sharp step back, and his hand froze midair.

Oh God, never before had she done that.

“No,” he breathed, all the air punched out of him, “no, Claire, I didna mean that.”

“That was your sister, wasn’t it? She asked, her voice tiny but accusatory. More tears were leaking from her brimming eyes now, and Jamie was torn apart with longing to take her into his arms. “You told your sister I was nothing to you?”

She was angry, Jamie could tell. But it was the kind of anger that was a poor façade covering barely restrained hurt. Although she was standing firm in herself, her voice— and even her demeanor— seemed tiny. It was as if she was angry at him while at the same time wanting desperately for him to fix things.

“But it wasna true, mo chridhe,” he forced out, agonized to see the effect his words had on her, “I jes’ had tae tell her somethin’ t’ get her tae stop askin’ about you.”

“Because you’re ashamed of me?”

The breathy question rocked him to his core.

“No,” he shook his head forcefully, “no, mo nighean donn—”

“I can’t blame you,” she interrupted, and then her words came faster, “I just fell out of the sky and into your lap and ruined everything for you. Of course you don’t want to tell your family about the poor lost faerie you took pity on and—”

“‘Ruined everything’?” he repeated numbly, shaking his head again as his brain wrestled with that particular phrase.

“That is why they were here? You haven’t been seeing them? Or going to… what is it called?”

“Work,” he answered automatically, “but listen to me—”

She swiped a hand frustratedly over her face to clear the falling tears. She wasn’t listening to him, and Jamie desperately reached out and took her hand.

Claire tried to jerk it away, but he held fast. His fingers were insistent but gentle on her soft skin. Every part of him entreated her to just hear the truth and to know the depth of his heart for her.

“Listen to me, Sorcha,” he said firmly, “you havna ‘ruined’ anything. These past few days wi’ you… they’ve been the best days I’ve had in a long time. Maybe in my life. And I’m not ashamed of you. It’s jes’ that they dinna even believe in the fair folk, so it would be too much for them if I told the truth now. So I lied. Do ye hear me, Claire? I lied to them to stop their questions.”

She was still, looking up at him with wide, red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She looked desperate to believe him, but was warring inside herself.

It shattered him to see what the overheard words— his words, ones he’d chosen to say— had done to her.

He had to make it right. He would. He couldn’t lose her over this.

“I’m so sorry, mo chridhe. Ye were never meant tae hear that, because it was not true. Ye mean so much tae me. And with time, I promise I will tell my family the truth. Please, Sassenach, believe me.”

The next few seconds when Claire remained motionless were the longest of Jamie’s life. His heart raced in his chest and the still silence weighed heavy on his bones.

Finally… finally… she gave a wordless nod.

Jamie let out the breath he’d been holding. He wanted desperately to reach out and smooth away the sad crease between her brows, to wipe away the tears and hurt and pain from her face. There were so many things he longed to do, but for the moment, he had to be content with having only her hand in his and her acceptance of his apology.

Claire had finally managed to form words, and looked up at him with her face set.

“I believe you,” she said quietly.

That broke all his resolve.

He bridged the distance between them and took her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair, “I’m so sorry.”

So near he had come to the world dropping out beneath his feet. So close to driving her away with a careless misunderstanding...

But Jamie’s shattered heart was miraculously healed the moment Claire’s arms wrapped around him in return.

Forgiveness.

A sob almost burst from his chest, but he managed to restrain it. Instead, he simply embraced her more tightly, pouring out unspoken promises into the touch.

I won’t hurt you like this again. I won’t betray your trust. I promise I’ll tell them with time.

And as she squeezed him tighter in return, he knew she accepted them.

A short while later, Jamie found himself in the kitchen chopping vegetables for his lunch. Claire had asked him if she could take a shower, likely needing a moment to herself, so he’d taken her to the bathroom and turned it on for her before reluctantly leaving her to collect herself. His thoughts were spinning with regret and guilt, but every time he began to berate himself, he grounded his turmoil with the knowledge of her forgiveness.

He’d heard the shower turn off minutes ago and hoped Claire would be coming to find him soon, but he wouldn’t push her. She needed to come to him. If not, he’d let her have her space.

All of a sudden, the tip of the knife blade he was wielding sliced into his finger, having missed the edge of the tomato and glided straight into the skin of his forefinger.

He cursed as pain zinged through him and he dropped the knife. The blood was already beginning to well up, dripping onto the cutting board, and he quickly grabbed the dish towel and wrapped it around the wounded digit. It was nothing too serious, but still hurt like the devil.

Jamie was cursing under his breath when a voice came from the doorway. “Jamie?”

He whirled around to see Claire, standing across the room, her eyes wide with concern.

“Are you alright?” she anxiously asked.

The faerie had caught sight of the blood on the cutting board and all of a sudden was rushing toward him. Jamie didn’t even have time to tell her not to worry. She just took his wrapped hands in hers— with equal parts desperation and gentleness— and demanded, “what happened?”

“Dinna fash, it’s no’ but a wee scratch. The bleeding will stop in a minute,” he assured her.

She was studying his face with concern, eyes darting to the bloody cutting board and then back up to him.

“Let me see,” she said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

He hadn’t even given his consent before she started to unwrap the towel. With the loss of pressure, more blood came welling up from the cut. Heedless of the bleeding, though, Claire dropped the towel to the floor and wrapped one hand around his fingers, placing the other on top.

Jamie would have attributed what happened next to a blood loss hallucination if it wasn’t for the fact that he hadn’t actually lost all that much blood.

A glow of soft yellow light shone from between Claire’s cupped hands, and then a warm, tingling sensation began in Jamie’s finger. As the light from her palms grew brighter, the pain started to ebb, little by little. Jamie could hardly wrap his head around it, and simply stared down at their hands with wide, disbelieving eyes. After only another second, even the residual sting was gone. The glowing light died away and Claire removed her hands, revealing his finger— completely unblemished, with not a single hint of damaged skin.

Jamie’s mouth gaped open as he looked at her in astonishment.

“Ye…” his wits were gone and he had trouble forming the words, “Did ye—? Ye can… heal?”

Claire gave an offhanded shrug. “All it takes is a little concentration and energy,” she stated, as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

Jamie was still dumbfounded. “I— eh… wow! Thank ye, lass,” he finally managed.

He was so blown away by her that his brain didn’t comprehend when she took his hand in hers and began gently rubbing it. There was no trace of injury left, but she still seemed troubled, and was stroking his hand comfortingly. Her thumb traced several times over the spot where the cut had been.

His slightly addled brain found her distress over him incredibly endearing. When she stooped down to grab the towel and began to gently wipe away the residual blood, Jamie simply stood still and allowed her to care for him.

Once she was finished cleaning off his skin, she looked up at him with a startlingly fierce expression on her face.

“You need to be more careful,” she said, “you had me worried.”

Jamie couldn’t help but smile. “Really, it was nothin’, lass. Besides, I have you tae patch me up now, it seems.”

Claire was not smiling. Her face was set in concern, brows furrowed as she gazed up at him.

“I won’t lose you,” she said softly.

“Oh, mo nighean donn, ye wilna lose me.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly, demonstrating its capability, “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

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#all that was fair #update #claire x jamie #outlander fanfiction #fae!claire

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What about a s/o that moves around in her sleep... Like me. I kick and I somehow end up upside down (my face at the end of the bed)... Kenma, Hinata, Tendou & Bokuto...

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A S/O That Flops Around Like a Fish Out of Water When Sleeping

Featuring Kenma, Hinata, Tendo, and Bokuto

Kozume Kenma

The first time Kenma sleeps in the same bed as you is when you offer to help him study in his senior year

Kuroo is, obviously, gone and busy with uni

You both study until it's dark so Kenma decides to stay there

You are putting your stuff up and getting ready for bed

You turn around and see Kenma already curled up under your blankets

You were going to let him have the bed anyway but he didn't even ask, boyfriend or not

"What are you staring at?" He asked and lightly patted the bed space next to him

You flushed, you knew you were a rowdy sleeper

You didn't want to end up punching or kicking your boyfriend!!!!

"No, I'm going to go sleep on the futon"

"What? Why? I'm not going to do anything, puddin'."

The little nickname he gave you made you weak

How could you say no? His pout was irresistible

"But I move around a lot in my sleep. I don't want to bother you."

"I'll be fine, pudding. Besides, we'll end up sleeping in the same bed someday, right?"

He smiled oh-so-innocently at you as you couldn't help but flush very very red

He patted the area next to him again, this time with more persistence

You slid in next to him saying "If I punch you and knock you out you can't be mad at me"

"I could never really get mad at you, pudding."

You were sleeping face to face holding hands

Not to long after you flopped over on your back, your arm dangling over the bed

Kenma wasn't a light sleeper by any means, but this was his first time sharing such a small space and being around you thus vulnerable

So he forced his eyes open

They burned from being tired

He saw your arm and knew it would go numb dangling like that so he brought it back over, turning you over as well

Then he was jolted awake from one of your legs flying over and resting across his thighs

He chuckled a little

You hadn't been joking when you said you moved alot

Then you practically scared the shit out of him when you pulled him into a bear hug

Kenma now felt very uncomfortable

His face was pressed into your chest and your legs tangled

One of your hands was woven into his now very messy hair

Kenma didn't know what to do

He didn't know where to put his hands that wouldn't be inappropriate

And one of your legs was pressing right against him crotch

You couldn't breathe well either since his mouth and nose were firmly pressed against you

You started rubbing his hair, still sound asleep

You whispered a very adoring Kenma before planting a kiss on the top of his head

He smiled little, still holding back laughter

Kenma started to slowly pull himself away, untangling himself from you

"No~o, Kenma!" You said clinging onto him even tighter

And somehow you were still asleep!!!!!

Kenma couldn't help but let out a small chuckle

He managed to free himself and wrapped his arms around you

One arm over your middle, the other coming up under your head

He planted a kiss on your forehead

You smiled sluggishly and happily slurred "My Kenma"

Thus made Kenma's whole week to say the least

He insisted the next day that you barely moved and that he had no idea what you had been worried about

A bruise on his shin said otherwise

But he hid it well with help from Lev

Shoyo Hinata

Hinata usually would fall asleep at the table while you help him with his homework after school

You would have to bring a single tatami and lay it next to your bed

He knew you were a wild sleeper bc you had accidently slapped him on accident when he'd sleep on a cot on the floor next to your bed

He would always joke that you'll take his eye out one day and he won't be able to see to play volleyball

He's a real good sport about it though

This time, Kageyama was studying with you and Hinata

You had been helping them out for awhile until you guys noticed that it was dark, like 11 at night

So Kageyama was staying over

Hinata said he could share your bed and Kageyama could sleep on the tatami

Kageyama made a joke about how he wanted to get soem sleep that night

Hinata started an argument with Kageyama about how he wouldn't do that and he wanted to wait until you two graduated

You honestly didn't want to hurt Hinata in your sleep, but you didn't have anywhere else for him to sleep and it was really late and both boys lived a good ways away from your house

You positioned the tatami a little further away from the bed than if Hinata were to sleep on it

Hinata likes to feel close to you even if you're smacking the shit out of him

Hinata decided to sleep on the outside bc once you were so active in your sleep you rolled out of bed onto him

Both of you woke up screaming and scared everyone in your house

Hinata quietly promised you he would sleep with his back to you

Kageyama was fast asleep in the middle of your room

Hinata was sleeping peaceful until you threw your arm over and just about took his eye out

He giggled, almost waking Kageyama up

Hinata very lightly poked your side and it caused you to roll over with a slurred sorry

He giggled again and fell back asleep

Hinata deftly throughout the night would tap you to wake you up enough to flip over

He's very understanding and works with you very easily with it

Satori Tendo

Satori always made you feel really safe when you cuddle so you fall asleep on him a lot

Honestly, bc he was so much stronger than you that he would snuggle you and pin you down

Satori would only let you move if you really needed too

He handles it the best on this list

You've never been able to smack him bc he never lets you

You told him about it and he took it in long strides

Get it bc he has long legs nvm

Anyways.......he actually finds it funny

Even endearing

He'll make jokes that you get very handsy

When you blush he'll take the opportunity to kiss you all over your face

Then continue to razz you by saying he likes how you're so forward when you're not in your right mind

Then he gets super flirty and says he'll make you lose it with his voice alone

Satori also completely enrapts you when you guys sleep so you can't move around either

Satori loves this about you actually, he can't even explain why he loves it but he just does

All of the things you think are bad about you, he cherishes and tells you he loves them

He so thinks the sweet things you say about him in your sleep are the best

But, even though he would never admit it to you, some of the things you say scare him

You've said things along the lines of "Can you see its heads, the man in the corner"

One time you said "Hey do you hear that?" And then someone knocked on the door

He whole heartedly believes you get teleported somewhere in your sleep

Koutaro Bokuto

The first time it happened, of course Kou thought you had randomly had gotten mad at him while you were sleeping and slapped him

It was the first time you guys had shared a bed and Kou was trying his best to not make you uncomfortable

He hadn't been able to fall asleep bc he was worried he'd cuddle you in his sleep

But your arm had swung over and domed him

He immediately woke you up and asked you what he had done wrong

You explained to him that you just moved around a lot in your sleep

You had to comfort him for an hour until he calmed down and was reconvinced that you in fact loved him still

He kept that in mind bc you also kicked him square in his juicy ass one time

He cried out so loud you woke up and he tried to stop you from crying and apologizing

Another time you grabbed his face and squished his face against your chest and screamed "I hope you win today, baby" and then proceeded to shove him off the bed

Do you have any idea how much strength you need to push his dummy thicc self off the bed?

He was so shocked that he just stayed there and stared at the ceiling for moment

He then got back into bed, very disturbed, and went back to sleep

Then there's the time you very forcefully grabbed his meaty bicep and licked it

Kou hasn't looked at you the same after that bc you said "Tasty sexy man muscles"

He never told you what you said but he started purposefully flexing just to get you to blush and giggle

Sometimes you flex with him and you both with jokingly flex at each other for like, twenty minutes in the kitchen

You guys do it in public now, too

Also, in his sleep, Bokuto heard you starting to move around so he held out his hand and did it at the exact right time to catch your wrist

He boasts about it all the time

Sorry this took so long, my birth giver decided to stay home for an extra day so I couldn't work on it

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OTP Ask Meme (Impatient Edition) YohaRiko

Again, I know the point of these things is to wait for followers to Ask questions from the list, but reading though this one got me thinking too much. About all of my flagships. And I wanted to answer all of the questions. And not wait for a handful to maybe be asked.

Anyway, credit again goes to @lonelypond for this version coming across my dash. Reblog that version if you want to do this thing correctly.

Also, just because I’ve already answered these here, I’ve expanded on some for various reasons and left others short if I believe the reasons are obvious. So if you still want to do the whole interactive thing, you can still ask for clarification or whatever.

And finally, there will be spoilers ahead for Happy Life, and to a lesser degree the AU, both for scenes I’ve written and posted, as well as some that remain in my Notes and WIP Warehouse. I’ll try to remember to link to the chapters mentioned.

1. Who wakes up first?

Riko. Yohane is very much not a morning person, especially after a late night of streaming.

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Yohane. See above. However, if she doesn’t have time commitments for the day, Riko may occasionally want to stay in bed for some activities other than sleeping.

3. Who takes longer getting ready?

Either, though they are fond of getting ready together and helping one another, so in these cases, they’re done at the same time.

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

Yohane has many rituals for inducing sleep involving all manner of meditation, incense, herbal tea, topical rubs, nightmare wards and more. Whether or not they work is up to debate, but Riko is comforted by the sentiment, as portrayed in Dream Warden. Yohane herself takes comfort from being near those she loves, particularly Riko, while she sleeps.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

Yohane, though it depends on the type of movie.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

More often Riko, though Yohane does enjoy watching a sleeping Riko from time to time.

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

Yohane. 100% Yohane. And she is well aware of how cheesy they are. And she knows how much Riko loves them.

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

Yohane gets competitive over games in general.

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

Yohane is more likely to do so, though Riko can be absentminded on occasion.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

Yohane.

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

Both have their reasons for their particularness in displaying their shelving; Riko likes to be able to quickly locate her favorite doujin while Yohane is considerate of the background for her ritual streams.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

Yohane. With as many different attempts at different voices and accents as she can.

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Early on, both, though for different reasons; Yohane out of excitement and Riko out of fear. Later, Yohane retains her excitement while Riko becomes more lax in her reactions.

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

Yohane.

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

Either

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Yohane knows she burns easily and is pretty good at remembering, though Riko is mindful that her girlfriend can be careless at times.

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

Riko.

18. Who gets the window seat?

Probably Yohane. Likely accompanied by some statement about missing being able to fly under her own power.

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Yohane.

20. What do they argue about the most?

Early after moving in together, Yohane had a bad habit of bringing home stray pets, despite it being against the policy of the apartment complex, as depicted in Hibagon. These arguments subsided once the policy was changed, as depicted in Phobetor.

21. Who’s clumsier?

Yohane, though Riko certainly has her moments.

22. Who texts more often?

Yohane.

23. Who is better with kids?

Yohane is better at keeping kids entertained with her antics while Riko is better at tending to their care, be it feeding them, calming them down when they’re upset or applying first aid; Yohane is pretty good with first aid as well, having had far too much practice on herself.

24. Who’s the better cook?

Debatable. As I mentioned in the Notes for A Roost for Weary Wings, Yohane is capable of producing higher quality results, but also fails more spectacularly. Riko may lack the skills and confidence to produce highly extravagant meals, but she is far more consistent in producing edible food.

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?

Riko. Despite what one may assume from my prior answer. Yohane will still eat it, not only because she has a strange sense of taste, but also because her beloved Riri made it for her and she will be damned before letting it go to waste.

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

Possibly Yohane.

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Yohane.

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

Definitely Yohane.

29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Yohane. She’ll even bring her own spoon, as depicted in Valentine’s Taste Test.

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

Riko doesn’t mind it. Yohane dislikes it but is willing to balance the workload after Riko cooked.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

For food, especially exotic or exceptionally spicy food? Yohane. Although she does have a bit of a sweet tooth, as her favorites would imply. For enacting scenes from her favorite doujinshi with her girlfriend? Riko.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Both, though for slightly different reasons. Riko believes it is romantic to know certain things about one’s partner. Yohane believes it is the duty of a fallen angel to know such things about their little demons… or fellow angels?

33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Yohane will often eat too fast and give herself a headache. Her favorite flavors are those of her favorite foods, chocolate and strawberry. Riko eats slower, more often out of a sundae dish than a cone, in part because a dish is better for eating at her pace, but also because it’s easier for Yohane to “steal” a bite or two. She enjoys Yohane’s favorites, but is also fond of mint and vanilla.

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

Absolutely. Riko prefers going to museums or orchestra performances, though she has dragged Yohane to several doujin stores over the years. Yohane prefers higher energy environments like amusement parks, though she has dragged Riko to several gothic Lolita clothing stores and occult shops over the years. Both girls look forward to events like Comiket.

35. What do they smell when they smell Amortentia?

Riko smells the slightly sulfuric scent of boiling eggs her parents made often while she was growing up, the clean, salty air of Uchiura, and a spicy, sweet and earthy scent to which she cannot match a specific memory. Yohane smells sweet black lilies, the lingering smoke from a myriad of incense that always permeates occult shops, and a spicy, sweet and earthy scent to which she cannot match a specific memory.

The last scent for both is an idea I had while Googling random stuff for this question. It’s basically how one website describe the smell of Dragon’s Blood resin when burned as incense. I want to bring it up in a scene or two in both HL and HL(AU), though there will be a difference between the kinds found here on Earth and up in Heaven, which may end up as a minor connecting plot point.

I realize this leaves Riko without something that she knows is directly related to Yohane, but I was trying to avoid using incense too much, as it already had three entries between them. Also, it technically is related to Yohane, she just doesn’t realize it right away. I’m hoping whatever I write someday will make that connection for her. Not that she’ll ever smell Amortentia in HL, but…

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

It’s no secret that Yohane loves her snuggles. Riko is quieter about her desires, but can be quite insistent, nonetheless.

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Riko. Yohane is far more vocal about her discomfort, especially when it comes to temperature.

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

Riko is more likely to do so, though Yohane might as well. That said, I don’t believe I have them owning a vehicle in HL, so this probably won’t come into play anytime soon in my works.

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch?

Riko, as the more consistent cook of the pair, she is more likely to make their lunch bentos for the day. (Bonus: What does it say?) Casual reminders of her love for her Yocchan.

40. Who is the most affectionate?

Both are quite affectionate, though Yohane is far more likely to initiate, especially in public though even in private.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Riko is most often the big spoon. Though Yohane might try to have one believe elsewise.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

Riko loves Yohane’s smile when she is passionate about something, be it her streams or games or whatever. Yohane loves the way Riko’s fingers dance across the keyboard.

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Yohane becomes increasingly aware of Riko’s behavior and attitude toward Chika and has to make a conscious effort to avoid holding anything against the idol group’s leader; she likes Chika as a friend, after all, and is thankful that she brought her into the group in the first place. Riko starts to include Yohane in her fantasies.

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

Yocchan and Riri

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

Riko is constantly concerned that Yohane’s abysmal luck will eventually cause her actual harm, as in more than just catching a cold or getting a scrape or small cut. Yohane also fears that her abysmal luck will adversely affect Riko.

46. Who initiates kisses?

Yohane all the time, in public and in private. Riko, in private.

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

Yohane said it first in Revelations.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

That’s actually a good question. I haven’t decided yet for this ship. I mean I have plans for revealing that the blonde Mari knows, but as for the couple actually telling people… hrm… Off the top of my head, I’d be more likely to say Yohane.

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Both are quite capable of entertaining themselves without the other. Riko can play the piano and Yohane can play her games until their fingers cramp if they are not actively doing something together. And they have Phobetor and Prelude to pet and take on walks and play with. It’s not until bedtime that they become more aware of the other’s absence.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

Depends. Yohane is more the emotional rollercoaster and could easily be overwhelmed by kindness from the girl for whom she held a one-sided crush for far too long. Riko is also likely to moved, though more through something that fits into some trope she loves in her doujin; good thing Yohane can be quite genre-savvy when she wants.

#YohaRiko #YoshiRiko #Happy Life

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I'm adding a prompt list here, I got all of these prompts from all over the place (internet😜), so credits to the owners. You guys can request what you want in this format:

Person: Annabeth Chase (PJO)

Prompts: 10, 11

Plot: They meet at a cafe and talk about anything and everything until a monster attacks them, and the reader uses their powers to help Annabeth kill the monster.

Extra information: (any information important to the plot) They are a demigod but don't know it yet. Child of Hades.

P.O.V: Reader's P.O.V/ 3rd P.O.V/ Annabeth's (Character's) P.O.V

Reader gender: Male/Female/Non-binary/Gender fluid etc.

The prompt list:

“I can’t do anything right”

“Please don’t cry”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I swear to god, I’ll beat you to death with my high heels, if you don’t shut up!”

“Who doesn’t like a little murder to start their evening?”

“No no no, Sorry! I just-…I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name!”

“For once, this actually isn’t my fault.”

“You’re not my boss, not my mum. Why are you so worried about me all of a sudden?”

“I can’t believe you told them I was your fiancé!”

“I know I don’t know you, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend!”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

“Don’t be sorry…It was kind of cute actually.”

“Your hair is so soft.”

“It’s too cold! Come back.”

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed!”

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m down working.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Shh. You’re safe. I won’t let go.”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“Just pretend to be my date.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

“No no- it’s alright. Come here.”

“I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

“If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.”

“I think I might be falling in love with you.”

“Your lips are so soft, I could kiss them all day.”

“It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

“Mmm…you’re warm.”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”

“Shh. It was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”

“You know I’m always here for you right?”

“Please talk to me about It.”

“You have something in your hair- um, do you want me to get it out?”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror…”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Let’s just stay in bed.”

“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

“You’re just not the same anymore.”

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you!?”

“What the hell is your problem?!”

“Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

“Hey, I know you’re hurting…but you’re not alone.”

“I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realise that!”

“You lost your chance.”

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I’m done trying to help you!”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

“It isn’t up for debate!”

“I’m fine. Stop asking.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

“I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

“Is this how little you think of me?”

“I can’t do this anymore…Not with you.”

“Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?”

“You said you’d always be there for me…so how did this happen? Why weren’t you there?”

“Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

“I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

“We can be friends instead.”

“I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

“Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

“I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

“Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”

“I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

“What are you talking about? You’re married!”

“I feel like everyone just forgot I exist”

“Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

“I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”

“But you promised…”

“Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Probably.”

“Yeah, well, I just shut everyone out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“What more do you want?”

“No wonder nobody likes you!”

“I wouldn’t miss you, nobody would.”

“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?”

“Get out of my life!”

“You’re nothing! Did you hear me? Nothing!”

“You ruined everything.”

“Please don’t tell me you got arrested. Again.”

“I must have been an awful person in my last life.”

“I don’t know what I thought we were going to do today, but I definitely didn’t think it would involve getting lost in Ikea.”

“Oh no! We are not going to-”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“You are my new pillow.”

I might not be able to complete your requests on time, but I will do my best.

-TheBlueBookworm is out~!!!

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