#// I HAD THE IDEA BEFORE YOU COMMENTED ON MY POST OKEY

[nyt1ba]

     Crimson decorates an armor of flesh and bone,   seeps through mutated ridges that grew like vines of poison ivy before his heart,   soaks white wings with a darker hue than brilliant gold,   painting this inhumanity into something beastly,   a willful departure from the man and into the monster.   The Elder's ferociouty was akin to a predator at hunt,   as vicious   &.   merciless as his kin but with a controlled force that separated him from the more animalistic side of evolution,   able to tap into it when desired without losing the ability to differentiate friend from foe.   A point of strength Mother Sphere hadn't accounted for,   always underestimating humanity's stubborn will to survive.   Her so called   '   angels   '   receive no mercy,   artificial blood spilled,   limbs torn to shreds,   leaving no trace for false stories or tales of heroic bravery that only disguised more slaughter.   The oily substance dyed so deceptively in human red dries upon claws,   the scent tempting with the shared thirst of his kind.   Yet within that fog he can recognize another,   his own blood,   so fresh and deep.   It's warmth slipping from an open wound,   hidden conveniently beneath the growth that was sliced into.   It would seem Mother Sphere was able to give her lower class angels similar blades to her chosen,   with all the resources she needs at her fingertips she would be able to manufacture the needed instruments for her puppets at mass.   Feet land gracefully at the top of a rocky hill,   golden light fading along with the sparks that disperse about his figure.   Below,   he can see the aftermath of battle in full,   broken ships   &.   discarded bodies as an evidence of another rampage.   It's not over yet,   this was a calculated retreat,   with the knowledge of his injury she would bring forth another wave to end her mission.   He lets out a breath,   feeling the strain beginning to creep in.   A burning sensation within his chest from an open gash from a weapon designed from his own blood,   those tend to sting when all other injuries hardly bring him to a wince,   he needs to be more careful.

     " it's a good look on you.   you should get covered in blood more often. "

  Heightened senses caught her stealthy approach from a distance,   yet he doesn't turn to meet her.   This war had wedged a void between them they can't cross however they please,   having to bargain for little meeting between weariness and short intervals of peace.        ❛❛   We can't be seen together,   El.   ❜❜        he reminds,   stern but not in any way cruel.   An arm lowers so he can peer over his shoulder,   that playful smile upon her lips worn to hide a similar exhaustion,   trying to lighten the mood for him when all he asked of her was to worry about herself.   As much as he missed her and wanted to see her,   he knew having her here was a risk.   Mother Sphere had eyes everywhere,   if she were to know that he and Elektra were working together she would target her and Artemis almost instantly.   He knew she wouldn't listen however,   worried about him as always,   he could see it in her eyes despite how confident she may come off to others,   he can read her just as well as she does.   It was a kindness that touches him still,   as for her words they don't really get him as her more natural side does,   he wasn't exactly agreeable when his true nature emerges,   cold   &.   focused,   he didn't want her to see him like this,   not right now.        ❛❛   Go back to Xion,   see how Artemis and the others are holding up.   ❜❜        he advised,   ignoring a growing ache and the chill along his spine,   now turning her attention back to what's important,   [   and away from him.   ]   He can't have her worrying and risk her life for him,   he'll stitch himself up when this is all over,   for now,   he needs to stay by the nest,   knowing more than well that they're going to strike there next.        ❛❛   Wait for my word,   I'll come see you when I can   ...   I have unfinished business to take care of.   ❜❜        he ends it at that,   wings stretching as he makes the jump off the ledge,   taking off in a flight towards the nest.

@stilettaux // teehee

[hemmingsleclerc]

Scandal!┃CL16-MV1

I just want to say I love w all my heart charlotte so I'm not trying to hate on her, she looks very friendly but I just used her for her pics with charles

Also I had this idea on kylie and timmy's ''relationship rules rumours'' she put on him, poor timmy😭😭

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f1_gossip According to reports, there is drama in the paddock! It all started when rumors came out of testimonies close to the couple where Aurora (Charles' new girlfriend) has imposed ''rules'' in her relationship with the driver!

"First, Aurora wanted him to cut ties with all of his exes, especially with the female driver, with whom he is still very close", Let's remember that Leclerc and Y/LN dated for almost 3 and a half years but they separated and they remained on friendly terms, before this they had been friends since childhood and the model ''did not like that'', they tell us.

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username girl what the fuck??

username stop, pls you're literally a ''model'' bc your mommy knew people and got u a job, on the other hand, Y/N has trained her entire life for that sport and she is super talented and has achieved all that by herself, stop embarrassing yourself.

username IF SHE MAKES SURE WE NO LONGER HAVE MOMENTS BETWEEN CHARLES AND Y/N, SHE WON'T LIVE TO TELL ABOUT IT FRRRR

ynln

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ynln Made some great memories in Miami, had dinner w friends, and podium celebration this weekend, see u on Imola <3

lewishamilton fun night!

username I miss charles' comments on her posts 😭

maxverstappen1 🤘!!!

landonorris why wasn't I invited?

ynln bc I hate u

landonorris lol wth? I literally apologized 5 times for laughing at your pic,pls :(

redbullracing 👏👏

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charles_leclerc A little bit of blue and leo 😘👑Miami, thank you

aurora.official SO PROUD OF YOU BABY!!!😍😍

username girl okey we got it, now stop.pls

username PLS- THE WAY HE CROPPED HER FROM THE PHOTOS 🤣🤣🤣

scuderiaferrari blue suits you 🩵

username you look so good on blue cha 😭💗

cha_yn

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cha_yn I miss my parents, pls they were so in love 😭😭💔

username the way charlie looked at her

username my man was so deeply in love....

username she used to shine more when she was with him :(

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username Ok max having a crush on yn wasn't on my bingo card this year

username ok but what a great and hot couple they would both be

username I SEE IT 👀

rebullracing

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redbullracing P1 and P2!!! What an amazing race for our team, very proud of max and yn!

ynln ❤️‍🩹

maxverstappen yes baby!

username did anyone saw charles' face when yn and max celebrated together??? no?? okey

f1_gossip

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f1_gossip Apparently after the great victory of both Redbulls, both went out to celebrate at a bar and sources claim that both were "very comfortable around each other", what do we think of this?

username nooo, I was still hoping charles and yn came back :(

username I'm here for their reputation era

username Idk if I want to be yn or max

aurora.official

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aurora.official My baby got P3!! I'm so proud of him❤️❤️

username girl,do you at least know something about the sport?

aurora.official duh

username :/

maxverstappen1 has posted a story!

caption: yn send me this pic earlier today and thought I needed to show u, do we look alike?

charles_leclerc has posted a story!

music: I bet you think about me-Taylor Swift

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f1_gossip What the hell happened between these two?? In the first practice of the weekend both drivers fought! According to some fans who came today, Charles approached Max furiously while he was yelling at him and Max wasn't far behind! What could have happened between these two?

username STOP WHAT IF IT'S FOR YN!!?!??!?!

username WHAT IS HAPPENING

username what the fuck 😭😭😭

Part2

[bloodyhell-lucifer]

Daddy is the devil | Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is one of Chloe’s best friends and they haven't seen each other for a long time so the decision was made. Finally a sleepover at Chloe’s house since Chloe has a day off of work and Dan took Trixie with him to have some dad-daughter time. What they didn't know is that Lucifer will come with unexpected visit and reader’s shirt will cause such a mess.

Warning: language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, daddy kink, +18

Based on this request: Hello, I hope you are doing well, I would like to politely request a one shot (or more if it inspires you, you do you) from Lucifer, you can do whatever you want with it, reader insert, oc, smut, no smut, totally up to you but I would like it to involve Lucifer meeting/seeing the reader/character (preferably female, gender neutral is also fine) wearing that crop top from Blackcraft that says “Satan Is My Daddy” please and thank you

Notes:

Thank you so much for this request sweet anon! I couldn’t wait to write it down because this idea was so cool.

To be honest it’s my first real one request so I’m pretty excited and also this is my first smut so I’m not so proud about it. I think I don’t know how to write them. Someone teach me?

If there are some mistakes let me know because English isn’t my first language so as soon as possible I’ll correct it.

If you would like to send me a message, ask me about something or send me a request about imagine then the link is in my bio so feel free to message me! I would like to know you better and read your ideas and write them down😄

If you guys like my shitty writings you can follow me for more. I’ll be posting new things sooner than you think and thanks for so much activity under my posts and all the follows, it means a lot and I love u so so much xx

You and Chloe had everything planned for tonight. When you were talking on the phone to discuss the details you decided to have a movie night with some alcohol. You bought some wine, chips and sweets for you and your friend to have some snacks. Feeling of excitement was huge about finally seeing your friend after such a long time. You showed up at Chloe’s door about seven pm ringing a bell to her door. After few seconds the door were open and Chloe lean out from behind of it.

“Oh my god hi girl, so good to finally see you.” she enveloped you in a big hug wrapping her hands around your neck.

“Hi Chloe, long time no see.” you hugged her back. With a gesture of her hand she invited you inside and you stepped in.

After two hours you two were slightly drunk and making fun comments over character that was on the screen of tv during the movie.

“So tell me Chloe, some time ago you were taking to me on the phone about that guy you were working with that just have some attitude and always have something to tell and joke about. What was his name again? Lucian?” You asked her taking other sip from glass of wine.

“Lucifer to be exact. His name is Lucifer.” on her face appeared frown and she raised her brows. “Why you asking?”

“Just asking. You like him?” Hint of concern could be felt coming from your lips.

“Of course I like him. I work with him. He’s my partner.” she responded and nervously began to rub her hands against her thighs.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is he that handsome that it’s bothering you?” you got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine since you finished the last one.

“Please stop. He’s definitely not my type. He’s arrogant, has got a big ego and always have that stupid smile on his face every time we go somewhere.” She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

“Oh I hope I’ll meet him someday. I want to know who’s working with my best friend.” you winked at her and laughed along Chloe.

“Some day for sure.” Chloe was praying that this whole Lucifer topic will end with that. “Tell me you have someone?” She tried to change the topic of that conversation.

“Of course not. Some time ago I had a date with this guy named Brian but it didn’t go well and I lost hope for finding someone.” You said going back to couch and putting your glass on the coffee table that was in front of you. “Listen I’m gonna go and change because this jeans are so uncomfortable and I’m losing my shit with them” You grabbed your bag and went to bathroom to change. You picked your normal pjs which were just crop top with caption ‘Satan is my daddy’ on it and black bottoms.

“Oh Jesus Y/N what a shirt” Chloe blurted as soon as she saw you.

“It’s just a crop top Chloe. Can you just chill? We are already drinking a second bottle of wine and you still seem so stressed about something.” You declared after seeing her sitting so tense. One of the movies you’ve chosen was still playing in the room and none of you was watching it so Chloe switched it to music channel.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I know I screwed this up. I’ve been stressed about work and Trixie and I don’t know what to do. I hoped I will invite you, we will have fun together after long time and this feelings would go away, but I guess it doesn’t go away and I can’t have fun. I messed up” she sighed and got up from the couch to just stand in front of you having her hands on your shoulder.

“We’re all humans after all, Chloe. I get it and I understand. You don’t have to worry. We can talk about it if you want and we still have time to make it fun. Go get change into your pj’s and and I’m expecting you turning back with a smile on your face.” You smirked to her and went up to set new snacks on coffee table.

When Chloe returned she didn’t have time to say anything because the bell from the door rang immediately.

“Did you invite anyone else?” You asked curiously.

“Of course not. Just you and me. No one else.” She added going to the door to check who was that. You were just standing right behind her.

She opened the door and Chloe saw the the last person she wanted to see today.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed and it was obvious that she didn’t want that person’s presence. You still couldn’t see who that person was.

“Oh don’t be so rude detective. I was in the neighbourhood and I thought that I’ll stop by with a visit.” You heard men’s strong deep voice with a British accent.

Chloe was so tired of this. She didn’t have strength to fight with that man and let him in and then you saw him. The man was a lot taller than you, shit he towered over you. You were so shock seeing that handsome man that you though that you were having a hallucinations seeing a Greek god. He had pitch black hair with little stubble. His hazel brown eyes were twisting into yours like he wanted to see every inch of your soul. Of course his devilish smile was there too to give him another hundred points to looking too fuckin’ good. He was dressed in fancy black suit and black button up that hugs his body so perfectly. You could see from distance that under all that suit he must be having a nice, trained body. Is that legal to look that handsome? You though to yourself.

“Bloody hell detective, I didn’t know you were having a company.” He sent you an evil grin and came into your way. Chloe stood there and she was about to say something when that man spoke to you.

“Hi, my name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like the devil?” You asked and you didn’t know if to laugh or to start panicking.

“Don’t bring my dad into this darlin’. Yeah, like the devil.” He still was having that smirk that could knock you off of your feet by any second. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N” you gulped suddenly feeling naked under Lucifer’s gaze.

“Oh that’s a real beautiful one” he responded and lean in just to be few centimetres away from your figure. He took one of strands of your hair and put them behind your ear whispering to you. “I really like your shirt baby.”

You wanted to say something, anything but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to believe that is was that guy Lucifer that you were asking Chloe about.

“Okey enough, Lucifer. Leave Y/N alone. What do you want?” Chloe closed the door behind him and asked Lucifer with frown on her face and furrowed brows. She had her hands on her hips and she really looked like she was not in the mood for such things.

“I said loud and clear I came just to check on you, but now as I see your friend I might want something.” He chuckled and looked at you again. You were so intimidated by his presence that you were looking down at the floor in that moment with blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Can you stop being the perv that you actually are? If you don’t stop you’ll have to leave.” She urged staying in the hallway. Chloe really was pissed off.

“Okey dokey.” Lucifer raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender and he stepped back from you and went to the living room and you and Chloe follow along.

“Okey ladies, let’s start the night properly” Lucifer loud voice echoed through the room and you already had known that you gonna regret it later.

Chloe told you and Lucifer that she had enough of drinking and that’s it. She was not the one to convince so you and Lucifer were left to the alcohol that still was in the house. After another two bottles of wine and another two hours later in the night Chloe’s phone started buzzing and within moments she went to grab it and answered the call leaving the room. You knew you two were pretty drunk but you could still manage with yourself. Lucifer on the other hand after that two hours ended up with his shirt half unbuttoned and messed up hair after you challenged him to do so. You couldn’t get your eyes off of him sitting like that with his legs spread out and your whole body was screaming to straddle his lap. You though you were going to drool yourself at sight of his muscular torso. You felt pretty damn wet in your panties after sights like this.

“Guys I’m leaving for now. I’ll be right back but Dan called me saying that Trixie is burning up and probably having a fever. I’m going to pick her up. I have already ordered a taxi. Please don’t do something stupid. Y/N, I’m counting on you” Chloe shouted to you putting on her shoes, already changed and slumming her front door shut.

“Guess we have some time alone sweetheart.” Black-haired man said to you turning his head towards you. He put one of his massive hands on your thigh and you sighed after his touch touching your sensitive skin. Your knees were touching and you felt shiver running down your spine. His face was millimetres away from yours. The pad of his thumb running across your bottom lip making you tremble. Your breath hitched as Lucifer smirked at you.

“What do you say baby girl? I know you want me.” He seductively admitted. His deep voice echoing through your years. You felt like you were in trance. Thoughts and consequences be damned, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything, and fuck anything that was in your way.

His thumb moving away from your lips as he was leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosting over yours. His hands cupped your face with his two hands caressing your cheeks. Both of you starred at each other. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lucifer laid his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, your lips moving in sync. Lucifer’s eyes fluttering closed as well. He grabbed a hold of your hair pulling at them causing a moan felt from your lips as the kiss began to got deeper and needer. You decided to make a move and straddle his lap. His fingers moved from your jaw to your hips digging into them harshly. Your fingers quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Your hands didn’t waste time to trail down his muscular torso what made him groan into the kiss. You broke the kiss first moving your head down towards his exposed chest, pressing your lips against it. You trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his chest, then down towards his stomach. Stopping above the waistline of his pants. Lucifer smirked down at you, as you got on your knees. Looking up at him, as you undid the button of his pants, then unzipped the zip pulling his pants down, as well as his boxers, you freed his growing bulge. Lucifer let out a hiss, as his cock sprang up, while you bit your lip. You stared at his big cock in awe making your way back to the couch to sit next to him.

“You like what you see baby girl? Would you like daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy of yours? He asked grabbing a firm hold of your jaw making you look him straight into his eyes.

“Hell yes, please daddy” you said arching your back to get some friction from your actions.

Lucifer lowered you to the mattress, your back met the rough material of the living room’s couch. It felt so inviting, so intimidating. You wanted that so badly, your entire body screamed for pleasure. You felt air leave your lungs because of the handsome man has begun to kiss your neck. Your chest were heaving, you raised a hand to the base of his neck and held him there as he sucked strong marks onto your skin. Little moan left you, while your body began to surrender to him.

“You’ll be in hell soon darlin’. Sorry baby but this shirt needs to get out with rest of your clothes but it’s so beautiful and welcoming.” He quickly made you get rid of your clothes quickly. When Lucifer bended down while still keeping his brown eyes locked with yours his tongue swiped a lick atop your breast, then immediately took your stiffened tit in his mouth to suck. His other hand worked on massaging your other breast and you forgot about everything around you and let your body take over as your mouth produced another groan. That’s when he decided to pull your nipple lightly in between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled the curse in ecstasy.

“Naughty girl aren’t you.” Lucifer grinned, but his tone suggested he’s aroused with your language. His hand ran down the plane of your stomach and slipped down to feel your pulsing desire. You could see it in his eyes how pleased he is at the amount of slickness he felt coating his fingers. He toyed with your clit in deliberately slow circles, and you whined at his touch while moving your hips to receive more stimulation. But Lucifer’s fingers went on to explore further inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your lips as he began to stretch you. He bended down again so that his face is above yours, cologne so strong yet soothing. Lucifer’s kisses were hot and needy. His tongue made a reappearance and became acquainted with yours. Your next gasp bled into a groan into his mouth when he added another finger.

“Yeah, please daddy, I want your cock so bad inside me.” you practically begged.

His fingers may be removed from your sopping heat, but in their place, Lucifer’s bending cock slided between your legs to coat it with your wet pussy. Dark haired man finally entered you. Your back lifted off the bed as you let out a lust-filled cry. It was a tight and delicious fit with your muscles constricting around his eager girth. The man’s lips twisted up at the sound and creates his own unbridled groan.

“Spread your legs wide, babydoll. Take the devil all in.” He was so big you didn’t even know how you can adjust, but your body found a way to relax enough for Lucifer to slide in deeper.

Your eyes squeezed shut at how he stretched you fully, but your voice begged him to move, to give you more. He went on to create a steady rhythm with his hips and all with that filthy comments on how tight and perfect you felt around him. You made another desperate noise as you continue your ascent, which prompts him to ask between grunts, “Speak, love. What do you need from daddy?”

“Your big hands with your fingers daddy” you somehow told with filling voice your need amidst your hedonistic sounds.

“It’s going to the direction I didn’t know it’s going” Lucifer laughed with devilish smirk upon his face.

It was what you need after all, the extra stimulation to bring you closer and closer to what could be the strongest orgasm of your life. In a series of ‘yes’s and curses, you reached another plane of existence. Flashes of white light grew behind your eyes while your mouth widened. Lucifer, in turn, exhaled a shaky and pleasurable moan as your body repeatedly constricted and pulled around his cock.

“Oh shit, doll, just right there.” He came inside you, hot and fast, and you feel the descent of your high flow through you. Every part of you was warm and exhilarated and thoroughly pleased. When Lucifer pulled out from you, he rolled over back onto the couch. His grin read that his own desires have been fulfilled. You knew you got yourself into a deep shit and there’s no way going back.

[kanjukucompany]

【A3! Translation】 Special Edition: Veludo Summer Evening Festival (Epilogue)

previous chapter / masterlist

it took six months to post but here it finally is

(translation under the cut)

(glitch text ignore)

EPILOGUE: Showing Off What We Got at the Festival

Citron: We're home~!

Izumi: Welcome back!

Azuma: We bought a lot from the food stalls, so feel free to help yourself.

Izumi: Thank you!

Banri: We each got what we wanted, so we ended up buying a lot.

Tsuzuru: We probably ended up with a lot of duplicates.

Izumi: That'd be pretty funny, if that's the case.

Izumi: Now that we finished the photoshoot... we can start the inste live in a bit.

Kazunari: Alrighty! We'll do fine!

Tenma: Well then, before that... Here, Director. This is for you.

Izumi: Wow, what a beautiful comb...! What's this for?

Tsuzuru: The kimono shop we helped out also had a stall at the festival, they were selling kimono accessories.

Banri: Citron said it'd look great on you, so we all pitched in and bought it.

Izumi: I see. I'm really happy, thanks everyone!

Citron: When Director's happy, we're happy too!

Izumi: Looks like everyone's ready, let's go ahead and start the live.

Kazunari: Okey-doke! Then, I'll press the button!

Kazunari: Hi, everyone!

Citron: We are MANKAI Company!

Banri: Oh, looks like we've got a big crowd watchin'. We'll also be reading comments, so feel free to send as many as 'ya want.

Kazunari: Today we have.... Tenten! Woah, the comments started going super fast.

Tenma: Wow, you're right... Thank you for your comments, everyone.

Tsuzuru: Um, let's explain why Tenma's here. He's got an announcement to make today.

Tenma: Tsuzuru-san and I will be on the cover of the next issue of VELUDO.

Tenma: The picture turned out pretty good, so stay tuned.

Banri: There'll also be a special feature page with photos and interviews of us in yukata.

Azuma: That's all the information we can give you right now, but we'll be announcing the details any day now, so look forward to it.

Kazunari: Ooh~, everyone's saying they'd enjoy that! Thanksies!

Citron: Make sure to check out the next VELUDO issue too!

Azuma: Now, while on the topic yukata... We'll be showing you what we bought at the local summer festival.

Citron: I'll go first! I bought a mask of this nationally famous character, Okame-san!*

Banri: I don't know about 'nationally famous'.

Azuma: The comments are saying it's well known.

Kazunari: Loads of them!

Tsuzuru: I'll show mine next.

Tsuzuru: This is the pinwheel I got from the festival. I wanted something that was cool-looking but could also help me cool off.

Kazunari: I got some amezaiku! Isn't it beautiful, almost like glass?*

Banri: Here's mine and Azuma-san's.

Tenma: Aren't those children's toys?

Azuma: Yes, they are.

Banri: Actually, we both had the idea to enter the 1000 string lottery challenge, just curious to see if we could win the luxury prizes.*

Azuma: We tried to play until the last minute, but in the end, we didn't win any of those prizes.

Banri: Seriously, it's gotta be a scam.

Kazunari: What the, how much did you guys spend?

Azuma: Fufu, that's a secret. I'll leave it to your imagination.

Izumi: (That means it was a lot....)

Tenma: Last is me, this is my yo-yo balloon.

Citron: Oh! Tenma, you were finally able to get one!? Yesterday, no matter how many times you tried, it tore apart.* *pulls tenma*

Tenma: Uwah!?

Tenma: Citron, you promised not to tell...!

Kazunari: So everyone, how was today's live?

Azuma: I hope you enjoyed it.

Tsuzuru: Thank you for watching this time, too.

Banri: And for all your comments.

Citron: Now then...

Everyone: We've been MANKAI Company!

Tenma: See ya.

*this is an okame mask

*example of amezaiku, basically handmade candy art of people/animals

*example of the game, pull strings and hope the one you pull has a good prize attached to it

*yo-yo fishing is where you use a small strip of thin paper to try and 'fish' out a balloon with a rubber loop. the balloons are in water so the paper tears easily once wet. (also what they're doing in the cg)

[gurkiloni]

"I missed you"

Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: You are a singer/songwriter and two years after Isaac left you you finally decide to write a song about it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death

(y/n) Pov

Two years passed since Isaac left. Two years passed since your boyfriend left you without saying a word. Two years passed since Allison, Scott’s girlfriend, died. It was hard for the whole pack to process her death. But with the time passing it got better. But for you it was even harder because the loss of one of your best friends and the loss of your boyfriend, the boy you fell for the moment you met him. 

Sure it was hard but you didn’t want to bother your friends by loading your pain on them. So you played it cool and hid your pain behind a fake smile and all your friends fell for it and thought you were doing fine. 

But you clearly weren’t. The first two months you cried yourself to sleep and questioned your relationship you had with Isaac. 

 

Did he care so little that he wouldn’t even tell me that he was about to leave? 

He told Scott and the pack that he would leave and explained his reasons. So everyone knew. Except you. 

And that hurt more than anything else. 

After one year Isaac started to call you and you were so surprised but you still refused to talk to him

Since you were little you had an amazing singing voice and you learned how to play the guitar and the piano. When you started High School you wrote your first song. When you met Scott ans Stiles and were dragged into the supernatural stuff and had more inspiration to write songs. But no one besides Lydia, Allison and Isaac really knew about it. So after Allison died and Isaac left you just had Lydia to show your music to. You wrote your first song about Isaac when he had so much trouble with his father abusing him but you missed the chance to show him. Lydia and Allison encouraged you to do it but you missed the chance so you couldn’t.

(Never give up on you - Lucie Jones / Your song for Isaac)

With all the pain you had you felt like you had a lack of inspiration so you decided to talk to Lydia about it. 

“If you feel like you need inspiration why don’t you write about Isaac? I mean i know how you feel. We all do. We all know that he tries to call you at least every third day but you never pick up. You try to hide all of that sadness and pain but you don’t have to. So if you need inspiration just write about what happened. It could be a great way to express your feelings just like last time!”

After you thought about that you felt like it was a really great idea so you locked yourself in your room and tried to write a song about Isaac. After a few days you felt like you finished it and you called Lydia to show it to her.

She immediatly came over and was so exited to hear your first completed song. 

You sat behind your piano and started playing:

Dynasty - MIIA / Thats the song you wrote

You finished and looked at Lydia. She had tears welling up in her eyes. 

“Thats the most beatiful and emotional song i’ve ever heard!”

“Thanks Lydia, I really appreciate that!”

“You feel better now?” 

“Yeah, kinda. But what am I going to do with the song now?”

“Wait you do have a YouTube Channel right?” 

“I do … so?” 

“Why don’t you record it and put it on your YouTube?” 

“Wait … you serious?”

“Totally, this song is so amazing and i bet it would go viral. I know that that does not really matter to you but maybe it will help share your feelings? And besides you have suh an amazing voice that maybe some kind of a Producer will hear you and then could get super famous!” 

She looked at you with sparkles in her eyes and you kinda knew that she was right. So you decided to do exactely what she said. 

“Okey, fine. But i need help recording.”

“I’d love to assist you!”

After one day of recording and editing it together you were satisfied with the final result. When you wanted to upload it you were so nervous that Lydia ended up hitting the last button. Because you were beeing like a bundle of nerves she decided to take you to Scott’s house were Scott and Stiles were to watch a movie wich did calm you down a lot. 

For the next few days you haven’t looked how many views your song already had but after the fourth day you desperatly wanted to know. When you opened the site you could not believe your eyes. It was like your mind was playing tricks on you. The song had over 500.000 views and so many positive comments. 

You couldn’t believe it and you rushed over to Stiles’ house because Lydia would probably be there. After a little ring storm Lydia opened the door with a red face and a confused Stiles behind her. 

“(y/n) what the hell???”

“My song has over 500.000 views and not a single negative comment!”

You said rushing inside the house. For the first time since Allison died and Isaac left you wre truly happy again. Stiles who did not know what you were talking about was so confused when Lydia hugged you and the two of you started to squeal like you were crazy.

"Could you two please stop screaming?? What the hell is going on here?? What song??”, he asked clearly confused.

“(y/n) wrote a song to process the pain Isaac caused and i wanted her to post it on YouTube and now it was viewed so many times. Oh my gosh i can’t believe it, well i actually can because she sings like an angel!”, Lydia tried to explain.

You spent the rest of the evening with Lydia, Stiles and Scott who came over after he heard what happened and celebrated your success. When you went to go home you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You got it out almost expecting to see his name. *Isaac calling*

 

Isaac Pov 

“Why is she not answering???”, he asked himself almost crying. Like you were he was tired of calling and you never picking up. He was tired because he knew what he did and how much it hurt. Not just himself. 

She definitely hates me. What have I done?

He threw his phone on his bed and tried to think how he could make up for it but part of him knew that he could never do it. No apologies were good enough for you to forget what he did and he knew that. But he still refuses to let you go. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. While he was thinking he remebered all the times the two of you had cuddeled and watched movies. All the times he sneaked in to your room when his father did what he could do best. All the times they slept in eachothers arms just loving eachothers presence. 

He could not distract himself from you and all the happy memories. That’s when he decided to search for something else to distract him. He didn’t want to start a new Netflix show so he opened YouTube. After scrolling a bit he found a video with a picture of your backside on it. He could not believe his eyes! 

Is that (y/n) ??? Is it really her ??? That can not be real !!!  

He had to click on the video and when your voice started to sing his heart skipped a beat. He then realised that this song was about him. You wrote this song about him. His crumbled with the thought of you singing with tears in your eyes singing about the pain he had caused. He listened to the song multiple times before he made his decision.

Back to (y/n) Pov

After your graduation you had a lot time to work on your songs and alot of time to make up your mind about what you wanted to do after school. You were sure you wanted to do something with music but you were not so sure if your voice and your songs were good enough to actually do that for a living. 

You were alone at home so you sat down at your piano and played one of your favourite songs you wrote. 

Never give up on you - Lucie Jones

Even though you wrote this song for Isaac it was still one of your favourite songs because it was so emotional and you literally put your heart into writing this song. 

Moments after you ended you heard a knock at your door. You hurried to open it even though you were not expecting anyone. When you saw who was standing in front of your front door you were surprised. Isaac was the last person you expected to come to your house in the evening.

“What are you doing here Isaac ??”, you asked without hiding your confusion.

“I-I wanted to talk to you. You haven’t answered your phone and … ”

“And ?”

“I want to apologize!”, he said with this irresistible look in his blue eyes. “Could I please come in?”, he asked hesistantly.

“Come in ...”

You were not sure what to say. He hurt you. So much. Not just by leaving. But by leaving without a word. He told the pack, he told Scott and Stiles. But he didn’t tell you. He did not tell his own girlfriend. 

“I know that I hurt you. I know that. I know what i did. And i also know that you will not just let me in your life again. But i want you to know that i am so, so sorry! I can’t apologize enough! I-I … ”

“Isaac you left without saying a word. You told everyone. You told Scott, you told Stiles, you told Derek. Why did you not tell me ?? I was the only one not knowing. Do you know how that feels? I thought I meant something to you. I even thought you loved me I like love you.”

“I did love you and i still do !!!”

“So why did you not tell me?”, you asked with tears in your eyes.

“I don’t know. I just couldn’t!”

“Great explanation, Lahey!”, you said voice soaked with sarcasm. “If that’s what you wanted to tell me you can leave now!”, you added voice slightly cracking.

“No please, listen. I know what i did and i did not come here expecting you to forgive me. But i can’t live my life when you’re not in it. I wan’t you to be in my life. And if it’s just as a friend. I would be fine with that but please let me be a part of your life again.”, he basically begged.

You could not answer immedietly but you knew that if you would let him walk away again you would regret it. After all he did you still loved him and you couldn’t change that. 

“Fine, Lahey, I will give you another chance.”, you gave in. “But if you will hurt me again I will kill you!”

“Friends?”, he asked hesitantly.

“There was a time where i could be just a friend to you but this time is over. I don’t think I could be just a friend when I know what it’s like to be your girlfriend.”, you said slightly smirking. 

With one big step he was with you and you were in his arms pressed against his chest. 

“I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too!”

Well i hope you liked it. I really thought that it would be more difficult to write in english. But it is surprisingly not much harder than writing in german.

[narniachronicles]

Hi, saw your post about the (absolutely gorgeous) new bullet journal. I really love your first page of it.

Um, i also have a question, because i always admired bullet journal writing, but have had trouble with actually doing something like that on my own. If it is not a secret, could you say why are you writing bullet journal, like what types of things do you note down, why bullet journal and not like, for example diary or calendar (always had a problem with distinguishing those three). I mean, what motivates you to spend time creating bullet journal entries? I am just searching for ideas how to do that myself, since my last attempt died on the field of lack of motivation.

If you are okey with sharing that, that is. No pressure and sorry for asking if you are uncomfortable with it

Again, i really love your Narnian-cover and thanks :)

Hi! First thank you, I’m glad it looks you think that, and that’s not too personal don’t worry.

I’m still very new to Bullet Journaling (I’ve been doing it for just over three months now), and most of my motivation comes down to the fact that Diaries and Calenders as companies sell them just do not work well for me. I’ve been using diaries and planners a long time and they always lacked something - and that was the full control a Bullet Journal gives, where I can change things on the fly, I can make one week bigger then the previous if I’m more busy, which a pre made planner just cannot give me.

So basically I use to to track tasks, like chores I need to do, the number of hours I have worked, when to post online and what. That way I know day to day what I’ve done, like today I know I fully tidied my room and reorganised and hoovered - so I know I don’t need to do that again for a while (and I need to document that stuff because my memory is trash). The whole theme stuff is just an aside I do to express my creativity. That pretty much sums it up, I track a lot of stuff just because that’s what I need but most don’t go so far.

I’ll fully admit the more artist aspects of Bullet Journaling (which are by no means mandatory, it’s just a means people use to express themselves) can be more time consuming, but I personally just do lots when the mood strikes and then if I don’t feel like it, it doesn’t matter. Still it’s not really necessary given Bullet Journaling is about organisation over art.

If you are struggling with Bullet Journaling, then i suggest you try different stuff and drop what doesn’t work (the first two months I found really hard because it can feel pressured until you work out a balance). It’s all about finding what you enjoy about it - so you feel motivated to do it. If it doesn’t work then Bullet Journaling may just not be your thing, and that’s not a bad thing - in the end the system is there to help you find what helps YOU. Also massive tip go looking to videos about bullet journaling (I spent two weeks doing this before I did my trial journal), usually they are short and can give you a lot of direction, plus the community is quite friendly so you can comment with a question and they’ll probably get back to you.

Personally I think there is WAY too much emphasis on it being trendy, and artistic which can make your feel pressured and lower motivation. You could argue I’m jumping aboard by posting mine, but honestly I do it more just so I have a record of what I’ve done - and I really wanted to try and give some life to the narnia community again.

Thanks again hope this helps. 💕

[bigfrozenfan]

Frozen III plot / fanfic - part 6

The Secret of the Northuldra

Here comes part six of my story. Part seven is already finished too and i’ll post it next weekend. 

Here’re the links to the previous parts: one, two, three, four and part five.

Also included here in the following story is a little elsamaren moment.

I hope you like this part of my fanfic. Enjoy.

Note: If you want to be informed when i post the next part of my fanfic i can mention you in the post. Just let me know in the comments.

Anna, Kristoff and Olaf had made their walkaround through the camp and were about to return to their kota. Not much had changed since their last visit a good three quarters of a year ago. Only one or two new kotas seemed to have been added to the dwellings scattered throughout the forest, because they still looked quite new. Anna had calmed down a bit in the meantime, but still looked very thoughtful and was silent in all this time. Kristoff watched her attentively while he walked by her side.

"What are you thinking right now, honey?" he asked, rubbing the back of his hand tenderly over her upper arm.

Anna looked over at him and put her hand on his, then she pulled him into a hug. "I'm so glad you're here."

Kristoff said nothing, he just pressed her a little closer to him. Anna sighed. Then she backed away a bit, raised her head and looked into his eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, if all goes well, Matthias and Halima will come back with the wagon. Then we can all return to Arendelle with Elsa, back home."

Kristoff nodded. "When she sees everything again, from the streets, houses to the palace; her home, she will surely remember everything soon enough. She used to know every room and all the servants of the castle. Believe me Anna she will be healed."

Anna looked at him doubtingly and bit her lip. "I hope so, but... but she has changed to much, Kristoff. I didn't even recognize her as my sister anymore. What if she doesn't remember and the doctors can't help her?" She hesitated and a tear runs down her cheek. "It's almost as if she died and I lost her forever."

Kristoff rubbed her tenderly over her back when he replied, "You said something like that last night when you fell asleep. But you ought not give up on hope, ever. I know very well you'll do anything for her, anything at all. She's gonna be okay, sweet heart. You can do this and you are not alone."

"I said that? Why did you..." Then she understood and wrapped her arms around him again. "Thank you so much, that you're here Kristoff."

"You don't have to thank me for that Anna, I love you. And don't worry about the doctors when they might be helpless in her condition. We could go see Grand Pabbie. Maybe he can help her." Kristoff felt how she clawed into his shoulders with her hands and her body trembled slightly.

"We must try everything, Kristoff. That's a good idea of you. He not only can help her, he might also have a clue of all of this."

They reached the centre of the camp shortly afterwards and were already sitting around the cold fireplace when Ryder slapped Kristoff on the shoulder from behind. "Hello, buddy!"

Kristoff flinched and gasped for breath, spinning around. "Ryder! You scared the hell out of me."

Ryder grinned. "I'm sorry. Do you have a minute?" He looked around and bowed somewhat awkwardly to Anna. "Queen Anna. Nice to see you again."

Anna smiled at him and Kristoff turned to her. "Mind if I go away for a while with Ryder, Anna?"

"Go ahead, I'm not alone. See you later," Anna said, turned and smiled at Olaf. Olaf moved a little closer to her and then looked up at Kristoff.

"I'll take care of Anna."

Kristoff smirked. "But don't tell so many of your book stories again, Olaf." He knew, of course, that Olaf had hardly spoken a word since yesterday, but maybe this would change his mood. He turned around, slapped Ryder on the shoulder and then they both disappeared between the trees a short time later.

Olaf fell into his silence again he had the whole morning, but grabbed Anna's arm with his little twig hand.

"I understand you so well, Olaf. You and I will get Elsa's memories back, together."

Olaf didn't go into it, instead he said, "You know what I don't understand? If Elsa has lost all her magic, why am I still alive?"

Anna looked at him in disbelief. "You mean...she could...," but before she could say what she thought she saw a movement between the trees, looked over and tore open her mouth and eyes. "Elsa?" she muttered incredulously, jumping to her feet and couldn't believe her eyes. Right there Elsa was walking with Honeymaren through the camp, deeply immersed in a conversation. Honeymaren giggled and Elsa grinned. Both of them seemed not to notice their surroundings and did not pay attention to Olaf and Anna. As if they were both not present at all, although they were only a few steps away; Anna thought to herself.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say there are two lovers wandering through the forest," Olaf suddenly said.

Anna's head was spinning. "Wait, what?"

Olaf nodded in the direction of the two and said, “Look at them. What does it look like to you?”

Anna looked closer this time and her jaw dropped. Honeymaren had her arm around Elsa's shoulders and her fingers were playing with one of Elsa's hair strands. Her other hand was holding Elsa's and both were so close that their noses almost touched, at least it looked that way from a distance.

Anna lacked the words and she sat down again on the log.

"What do you think...will Elsa ever want to live with us at home in Arendelle again?" Olaf asked sadly.

Anna stared at him, but said nothing on it. Then she looked back again and watched Honeymaren open the flap on Elsa's Kota and they both disappeared inside. Anna looked over at the kota for a long time and the twilight slowly fell. First cooking fires were lit all over the camp. Over at Elsa's Kota nothing was to be noticed and Honeymaren didn't come out either again.

Anna turned away finally, stood up and went wordlessly into her own Kota.

Olaf glanced after her and then he softly sighed, "Oh dear..."

***

"So you got the girl in the end after all," Ryder said laughing and pushed Kristoff into the side. "I heard about it... and with no flowers, no butterflies, no herd of reindeer and everything. Respect!" He made an impressed expression and nodded his head in appreciation.

Kristoff grinned up to his ears, "Yes, I got my girl and it wasn't that easy, I can tell you."

They walked leisurely among the birch trees and headed for a large clearing that could be seen in the distance.

"What should I call you now? Prince of Arendelle, Your Majesty or even King Kristoff?" Ryder took a step back and mimed a deep bow, while stretching one arm wide and hiding the other arm behind his back.

Kristoff giggled, "Nah, hey...we're not married yet, and besides, then I wouldn't be king, I'd be, um...Prince Consort, that's what they call it." Ryder made a surprised face.

"No? Ah...okey, wouldn't suit you anyway, I guess...would it?" Ryder smiled again.

"Yeah, you're kind of right about that. All this official posturing and especially the tight wardrobe is not really my cup of tea. I'm all about Anna, that's enough for me."

They passed the last trees and stepped out onto a large area where a large herd of reindeer was romping and grazing lichen. Ryder had led Kristoff to Lichen Meadows. Seconds later, one of the reindeer happily trotted towards Kristoff. It was Sven and the first thing he did was to nudge and sniff at him.

"No, Sven, I didn't bring any carrots. Sorry, buddy," Kristoff said and stroked Sven over the head. Sven made an exaggeratedly sad face and tilted his head as if to say to him, "But you promised me.

Kristoff smiled at him and said, "Next time Sven, for sure." Then he and Ryder went on and Sven returned to his new friends, but not without giving Kristoff one last admonishing look, as if he wanted to tell him, "Well, I hope so. Remember, a promise is a promise."

"How are things with you and your herd?" Kristoff asked.

"Fine! The reindeer are thriving beautifully since they can all enjoy the bright sunlight again. I still can't quite believe it. The sky is so wide and beautiful." Ryder looked up, a bright smile on his face.

They stood in the middle of the pasture in the light of the low sun and enjoyed together the sight of the many reindeer walking and grazing peacefully.

Ryder finally looked at Kristoff again, "And at your place in Arendelle? How are things there?"

"Fine. There are of course many things that are still new to me, but Anna is very patient with me and explains a lot and I now even have teachers who prepare me for the royal customs. You won't believe it, I even get dance lessons now!"

"Dancing lessons?" Ryder asked and looked at him without understanding.

"Um, yeah...that's something you do at a ball in the evenings. You move with your dance partner, in my case me with Anna, in certain steps to the music and have fun doing it. So at least when you master the whole thing at some point." Kristoff grinned a little crookedly. Ryder, on the other hand, just shook his head, because he obviously couldn’t imagine anything about it”.

"Could you maybe show me how to do that?"

Kristoff laughed at him and shook his head, "Better not, pal. It's not appropriate for two men to be like this."

Ryder dropped his jaw and raised his eyebrows. "Why...," but he was interrupted by Kristoff.

"Don't ask, it just is." What if the two of you started dancing together right now and someone happened to walk by and see you like this; Kristoff thought. He shook his head and then smiled. "Let's talk about something else instead."

Ryder nodded, "It's probably so dark in the forest now, that the first campfires being lit. I'm also getting a little hungry now. What do you say we go back and see if there's anything to eat already?"

"Good idea, Ryder. Anna's surely starting to wonder where I am too. I was only going to be gone for a little while." He sighed.

Ryder looked past Kristoff and bent over a little to one side when he saw someone coming towards them. Kristoff couldn't see it because he had his back to the woods. "Hey, look, here comes Olaf." Ryder waved at him.

Kristoff turned around and rised his eyebrows. "Hey, Olaf. Did Anna send you here to get me?"

Olaf shook his head and said, "No. I don't think Anna's feeling well right now." Then he told them what happened.

Kristoff didn't think twice and ran off, leaving the other two standing there. They looked after him. "It's good that Anna has Kristoff. He always cares for her so touchingly," Olaf said, bobbing his head and looking up at Ryder.

"Yes, he's a good guy," Ryder replied and looked down at him. He had probably gotten used to a snowman who could walk around and talk; he thought. He had to grin involuntarily.

***

"So... I'm curious. What was that on the beach earlier? Anything I should know?" Elsa sat on her bed and tapped with her hand beside her.

Honeymaren stood there a little indecisive at first, but then sat down next to her. She put her hands in her lap and pondered whether she should confess her feelings for Elsa or keep it hidden in her heart. She stared at the floor, but felt Elsa's gaze on her.

"Why don't you say something?" Elsa asked quietly.

"I..., " she lowered her shoulders and sighed. "I don't know how to tell you." She raised her eyes a little and looked at Elsa timidly from the side.

Elsa smiled, "Go ahead. Don't worry, it'll be just between us. I promise."

Honeymaren nodded. "Since you...I mean...after a while, since you and I got to know each other better, I have felt more than friendship with you. I felt that you belonged to us and it looked as if you wanted to stay and live among us, that you would not return to your home in Arendelle. I hoped that maybe sometime more would develop between us, but I never dared to say anything. I was afraid to, partly because of my feelings. You seemed to be alone and never showed any interest for the men here. So I thought... maybe... that with me..."

"Hey, you don't have to be ashamed of it. Thanks for being so honest with me." Elsa hesitated and deluded herself. "I can't remember anything, but I feel that at least I can rely on my feelings.  There is nothing, no feelings of that kind, only ...," Elsa raised her head as if she were hearing a distant sound, "There is a vague memory, or more a hunch, that someone in my life was once very important to me.

"Who?" asked Honeymaren. "Can you remember a face?"

Elsa lowered her gaze, shook her head and made a negative sound while pressing her lips together. Honeymaren wanted to comfort her by putting her hand on her shoulder, but pulled it back at the last moment and made a loose fist.

They sat silently next to each other for a while, each of them absorbed in their innermost thoughts.

"I would like to know more about you, Honeymaren. And also about your people."

She looked at Elsa in astonishment. "About me?"

"Yeah... I just want to get to know you better. Who you are, what you do, if you have a family. Everything about that... only if you want to, of course."

Honeymaren's mood suddenly improved. Elsa hadn't rejected her after her confession, quite the contrary. She was understanding and now she was interested in her, she thought.

She beamed, "Yes, very much Elsa, anything you want to know." Then she began to talk, and she talked half the night, interrupted only now and then by Elsa's inquisitive questions.

There was one thing Honeymaren left out, though. Magic, the spirits and that Elsa was much more than just a normal person not long ago. It was still too early for the unsparing truth and Honeymaren was also afraid to tell her.

***

[witch-lilax]

♡.Altars for closeted witches.◇

Today I want to talk about Altars for closeted witches, I'm one myself and as much I would love to have an altar in the open I can't, my mom would ask too many questions and my cats would just push anything on the floor breaking something, so I may not have a physical altar but at least there are other methods to have one.

Apart from the most know pocket altar, I want to talk about having your altar as your wallpaper.

I for example like a lot of different aesthetics so I couldn't just find an altar that I like and set it as my wallpaper so I decided to make a collage of different altars and aesthetic pictures that just fitted my personality, just as you would do with a mood board.

I'm pretty sure others had this idea before, but I thought it would be nice to spread this information more.

I know for some witches is difficult seeing pretty and big altars and not be able to have our own, but closeted witches hang in there, I'm sure sooner or later will be able to make a real life altar.

Obviously choosing to have a Digital Altar doesn't mean that the only reason is because you are a closeted witch, you maybe prefer it this way, maybe like me you are broke and don't have the money to buy decorations and other witchy stuff, or you can't find the exact things that you want in your altar so you decide to put in your digital one because is more convenient or is the only way to have those things.

Anyway remember this, at the end of the day this is your practice so you can choose to do whatever you want and feel more comfortable with, so don't worry what others say because your craft is yours and probably different from theirs.

●

This are the digital altars that I made today, just research on pinterest (all the ones that I used are form pinterest) or on others places and then create the altar that fits you,using a collage maker app (use whatever app you find just be sure it as a free mode where you can move the images around without the grid being an obstacle);remember you need to like it because if you don't, you'll probably not used it as much or it's going to make you feel uncomfortable when you do a spell or a ritual.

I made three different altars and I ended up using the last one because it felt better, I will probably change it when my mood changes, but that's completely okey. (If you like them feel free to use them, I know they look simple or confusing but it was my first try, I'll make more in the future and post it)

Thank you for reading, if you have questions comment or write me in private, hope you have a good day.

See you next time.

[eeemarvel]

It’s Billy, boys.

I originally wrote this quite some time ago as a part of chapter 30 but I decided I didn’t need it so it’s bonus content now, I guess. This happens right at the beginning of 30 before Victor gets a call from Phichit. Since this didn’t make it to the final draft, the editing is really lazy. I’m honestly only posting this to get out of working on the next few chapters lol. Also, Billy is definitely a trip, I know. Anyways, without further ado...

Victor had no clue if Yuuri was Red Specter or not. He was exactly where he started. It didn’t change the fact that Red Specter was still very real, no matter who he was beneath the mask which meant that if he couldn’t come up with a satisfactory offer by midnight, it was likely that History Maker would get hit. This was his last (and only) bet, he realized as he got off the elevator a floor below Yakov’s office. This floor, the Artillery and Design floor, always smelled like singed fabric because it was where the super suits were made… but it still didn’t account for the burning smell. Billy, a man with round pink cheeks, a long green mohawk, and coke bottle glasses looked up when the glass doors slid open for Victor. Billy beamed and cheered like a redneck on the fourth of July when he saw Victor. 

“Victor Torch! Just the tight assed hero I was looking for!”

“Billy,” Victor greeted him and the other cheering technicians with a nod. “Is it ready?”

“You bet your wintry butthole, it is,” Billy said and beckoned him closer with a finger. They walked to the back of the lab, passing metal tables and clunky equipment, all of it glinting with a futuristic sheen as he passed. Some of the technicians were bent over sheets of fabric that seemed to be radiating electricity—it made Victor tingle in the strangest way as he passed, while a few of them made alterations to suits that were actually familiar to him. He guessed Spotlight tore their suit recently, when he saw a squat little technician pushing a button on a giant sewing machine for the all too familiar pink ensemble. 

“It’s back here,” Billy said, “for safekeeping.” 

“I appreciate that,” Victor said.

“It’s in good condition,” he commented as he stopped at a long, dark, glass wall at the very back of the lab. He punched in a few codes on a keypad. A rectangle of light appeared a little ways away from them and Billy led him to it. “You were careful, even back then,” he complimented Victor as he took a little remote out of his lab coat pocket. The rectangle of light was actually a door behind the glass, a door to a small closet with a revolving rack. In front was a prototype of Victor’s current suit: black, sleek, and shimmery. Billy clicked his remote and the rack spun around to show the suit Victor had worn two years ago. It was similar, but royal blue instead of black. He kept clicking, letting the suits spin by, each of them taking an era with them as they went. He cringed at a fuschia one with lapels—he was feeling a bit melodramatic then.

“It’s always been a pleasure designing for you, Winter Nikiforov, because you’re not just a man of justice, you’re a man of art. A renaissance man,” he kissed his fingers, “you get me.” 

“I always have,” Victor smiled, lying. 

“Heeeere we goooo,” he sang as they found the suit Victor wanted. He thought it would fit Red since he was much younger when he first wore this. Red was smaller than him. It was black which fit his MO… he tilted his head, unsure as he took in the swaths of revealing mesh across the chest, the sparkling crystals on the shoulders and hips. It was sturdy, he knew that for a fact, and very well made because Billy made it himself. But it wasn’t exactly low-key. Heroes never dressed to blend in. 

And it was a bit…risque. He had to be honest. Even Chris’ suit wasn’t this suggestive and it was Chris. Victor was only nineteen when it was made, when he told Billy exactly what he wanted: something that would make his opponents uncomfortable. He was feeling cocky because he was starting hero training years before what was normal, and he was young… he felt free and invincible for the first time in seven years. It gave Yakov a heart attack at the time and even Lilia disapproved. In the end, Celestino convinced them to let Victor explore… He thought there were still some old newspapers somewhere with him wearing this on the front cover under scandalized headlines...

The fire was back, that sensation that he now recognized as a red light—a sign that something was off. He bit his lip. He shouldn’t think about Red in this suit, even if he was planning on offering it up. It didn’t matter what he looked like in it or what Red thought of it or anything that just crossed his mind, because the only thing that mattered was protecting History Maker. 

There was no mask. That was what was missing. That’s why he felt weird picturing Red in it. Of course he’d feel this way trying to imagine Red Specter’s face… it was confusing, disconcerting, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking, all those things...

“Billy…”

“M’lady?”

“Have you ever considered… making a mask for this?”

“Are we talking Robin style with just the eyes, or are you thinking more of a Batman-exposed-chin thing, or like a full faced Red Specter deal, because the answer is yes, Snowflake. Yes, I have considered making a mask for all of your suits. Why don’t you step into my office?”

“Uh.”

“Just…” he said awkwardly as if he had just realized the entire lab was his office, “look at this.” He pulled out his phone and opened a few files. He scrolled through digital scans of sketches he’d made, all very impressive, and then actual prototypes that Victor was interested in for himself. Of course, his ability gave him the power to disguise his face easily so he didn’t need a mask but… he still kind of wanted one now that he was looking. 

Focus. He wasn’t clothes shopping (unfortunately). He was completing a potentially life saving transaction. He pointed at a full mask with crystals elegantly crowning the area where the wearer’s hairline would be. “You already made this one?”

“You betcha.”

“I like it.”

“Roger dodger,” he whistled a tune and pushed a blue button on his remote. The revolving rack disappeared into the closet ceiling, pushed out by another rack. This one carried pieces that Victor either changed his mind about or ones that Billy started but lost interest in, scraps of abandoned ideas. He clicked the remote so that the rack whirled around until they got to the mannequin heads, some bare and others wearing masks that Victor had never seen until now. Billy pointed a remote at one. 

“Look good to you?”

“Yes,” Victor said, because it did, although he wasn’t sure Red would appreciate something so flashy. Especially not since the thief seemed to gather fashion inspiration from the shadows under his bed. Well, if he didn’t like the design, he could have it altered. What mattered was that it was nano-tech and made with pure Pandora’s Iron. “I’ll take it,” he said. 

“Okey doke, will that be debit or credit, sir?” Billy chuckled at his own joke as he pressed a button to make the glass doors protecting the closet open. He reached up and gingerly removed the mask from the mannequin. “Isabellaaaaaa!” He shouted over his shoulder and a young mousy looking girl came scuttling around a corner. 

“Sir?” She squeaked.

“Can you please get a box for me? Big enough for a suit?” 

“Yes, sir,” she nodded frantically and squeezed her eyes shut. Victor heard a soft whoosh sound and when he looked up, he saw a large white box soaring above him. It glided gracefully down next to Billy who thanked her before she scampered away. Billy neatly packed the suit under the mask before sealing it and handing it over to Victor. 

“Merry Christmas, baby boy,” he crooned.

“Thank you,” Victor said with an impressively straight face. He’d been practicing since he was sixteen, though Billy had gotten progressively more… Billy as Victor grew older. 

“I’m curious. Is this for Yuri?”

“I—what?!” 

“I mean, I don’t really mind if you give it to the little furball because he’s kind of family and we all put up with him but I’m concerned about the whole… accountability thing with Yakov and the red tape and the chain of command is a whole thing—”

“Ah—oh, you mean Yuri Plisetsky…” Victor groaned, dragging his hand down his face.

“Uh… how many Yuri’s are there? Oh!” He snapped his fingers, “that hot doctor from your Instagram! My girlfriend loves him! He’s got this kind of secret-sexy-vixen-by-night-and-sad-puppy-by-day vibe going and it drives her wild. She stalks him like he’s an insta famous kitten or something,” he said with a tone of pride Victor found strange. 

“He’s not a doctor, and...no,” he shook his head, “It’s not for Yuri P. I just want it for... nostalgia’s sake.” 

Billy nodded thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. Then he slapped both his hands on Victor’s shoulders, startling him, “That’s so weird. Have fun!” He called for Isabella again as he left Victor, getting straight back to work. 

He thanked all the technicians on his way out and took the elevator down to the first floor so he could wait in the lobby. He plopped down in a chair and set the box on the floor beside him.

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Say something. Revenge. (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: After Billy cheated on you and wasn’t going to mention it, at first you wanted to just forget about him. But something deep inside you whispers that it’s time for revenge.

Note: it’s part 2 for my story “Say something” posted on my blog a few days ago. 

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I'm really thanks to all of you guys: for likes, shares, and comments. It makes me want to write more! Lots of love! 

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Days after the “incident” weren't better, keeping you in the conviction that the best option now would be staying home like...forever. You felt everyone's eyes are on you from the moment you stepped over the school threshold. When you walked into the class silence came at once and only sound you could hear was ventilation wailing. Luckily for you, it wasn’t one of those lessons when you have to work together. Nobody expects that you, disposition of goodness and peace, will fall into his love trap. Definitely, you and Billy were in the center of attention of the whole school, providing a breeding ground for rumors. You wanted to forget about it- but it was too late because women in school already picked sides: some of the girls stayed with you “in the name of women's power and honor”, and some, of course, have sizzled occasion to get close to him more than ever waiting for the moment when he needs some “consolation”. Billy seemed not to be interested in all of this, trying to act cool anywhere he was, while being asked about all situations he was changing the subject neatly. The most painful and irritating thing was that he started to act like you never existed. Like you never „happened” and it was easy for him to act natural - always surrounded by his followers. Even if u think that you don’t know this guy anymore, it seemed that only you can see and understand how the situation bites him from the deep inside. He tried to act like that was nothing to him, but in this behavior was something artificial, like he lost all of his charm in exchange for conscience tormenting him. And this remorse made him keep you at bay. But for you there was too late for self-reproach.

„(Y/N)??”You were near your locker when you heard the female voice talking to you. Looked up you saw Jess.“...yeah?” you asked hesitantly, seeing a group of her friends behind her, whispering to each other while looking at you. “Look (Y/N)...I am sorry. Really sorry. I didn’t know that you were then together...ok?” Jess smiled to you, really trying to act like as if she was really sorry. “Sure. I know” you answered briefly, praying in your head that she would gives you peace already. Jess stood for a while, looking like she is about to say something more, but luckily for you, she turned and walked away.<”Then?” So you already sharpen your teeth on him, bitch> -you thought, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“That was the most insincere attempt to apologize I have ever seen“ this time you know that voice - it was Robin, leaning against the lockers carelessly. You both looked at leaving Jess, noticing how she's glancing in Billy’s direction. He looked at her with a seductive smile too, then he looked reflexively at you and frowned. She wasn’t sorry, that was for sure. But you got it. You wouldn't be at her place either. “So what you gonna do babe?” Robin looked at you, chewing gum ostentatiously. Huh – good question but you've already had an answer because yesterday you were thinking about some sophisticated revenge.“I think I have an idea”. You left surprised by the sudden reaction Robin and rushed to the history class, hoping to meet there someone who is perfect for the implementation of your plan.

“Harrington I need your help” you turned the chair and sat on it by Steve’s table. He glanced at you from the notebook, straightened while combing his hair with his fingers.“Daddy Steve at the station...no. In my imagination, it looks much sexier. Maybe next time I should...” - “HARRINGTON FOCUS” you rolled your eyes, but some smile crept onto your lips.“We have a mission. YOU have a mission. Got it? You are the only one who can help me and it must be done today. Listen...” you bent over whispering all plan in his ear. “You have it (Y/N). Every reason to dig this asshole is good. I am in”. That was exactly what you wanted to hear now. You run your hand over his hair ruining their majesty and left class in the company of prolonged groan.

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It was a few minutes after the bell, so it was time for you t hide and wait until the hallway got clear. “Have it”? stepping from foot to foot you have been watching Steve coming from the opposite side, looking around with holding something with obvious reluctance. “If only I was smarter...smarter than already am - of course, I will never say yes (Y/N). I HAVE TOUCHED HIS JEANS! IT’S LIKE TOUCHING HIS BUTT!” he shoved some clothes into your hand. “Wow. You finally have something to talk about in the „love matters”, Daddy Steve” you smiled broadly while leaving, had to listen to the tirade about „what will happen if Billy associates Steve's disappearance from PE with the lack of his things”. You went outside, straight in the Camaro direction. According to your plan, no one should see and hear that you are leaving the parking. Almost all of the students were at classes, and Billy has got PE inside. Moving to the driver's door, you slowly ran a finger along with the mask. Firstly, you wanted to hurt his car badly, maybe some scratch, maybe the glass broken. But you weren’t like him, you didn’t break up things. But you could easily hurt him in the other way. Turning the keys in the ignition, you felt a tingling in your fingers, grabbing the heavy steering wheel. “Billy let you drive?”. You jumped up feared, cursed loudly. God, you didn’t expect Max, looking inside the car. One gaze at her and she already knew that it wasn’t something that Billy has to know about. Not now. She jumped inside. You were looking at her with mouth open, still unable to articulate anything wise. “Just do what you need to (Y/N)”. She liked you and she was the only one who knows that you two were dating. For her, you were better than others “cows” coming to her house with Billy, giggling stupidity and treating her as unreasonably as he was. Mumbling something under your breath you moved violently from the parking lot, this time having a feeling that someone will catch you soon if you hesitate. You have time to explain everything to Max. It wasn’t a long road.

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Meanwhile in school PE has come to an end and boys returned to the locker room, tired after playing basketball. Nobody suspected anything, and certainly not Billy himself until he looked into a never-lockable cabinet. “Okey, assholes. Where are my clothes?”. Silence. He closed the locker with a bang, walking slowly through the locker room. “I asked. Where. Are. My. FUCKING. CLOTHES” looking at those who had the misfortune to stay there. “Harrington. You. You, fucker, were late” Billy stood in front of him, ready to knock him down, when Steve just trying to stay calm. “Dude, it's not your business why I was late, but if I can give you advice, look at your locker once again”. Watching Billy grit his teeth in fury, he almost got in his own pain. Taking advantage of the opportunity he slipped out of the locker room. Steve didn’t want to wait till Billy kills someone. Billy approached the locker with distrust as if he was going to jump out of it. On the door was an inscription written with white paint, shining in the light of halogens :

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

7 MINUTES IN HELL

7 MILES AT WEST

The whole school heard this yell and after this even louder roar on the parking where half-naked Billy (he never wears top so he didn’t even have it in a locker) discovered that his car had also disappeared.“That bitch...TOMMY move your ass. I know where she is” he yelled at terrified Tommy, who've just opened with silence the passenger door in his car.

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“...you must be kidding me. Like, I know Billy very well, but that was just really disgusting” Max looked at you while sipping a shake. You both were sitting in a beanery almost on the exit from Hawkins. You know that he will find that place really quick, but time was unrelenting to you and only her presence gave you comfort. Being in the process of eating candied sweet cherries from the top, the doors open and you knew who came in. Mostly because of Max gasped with air at his sight. It's been an eternity before he found you with a pattern. “(Y/N) I swear I'm gonna...Max? You have so fucking trouble, shitbird ”. By gouging a straw in a tall glass, you took a look at him. “Nice style, Hargrove. But isn’t it too cold for topless? Or you think you are so damn hot that you don’t need much on you”. That was enough for him -he slammed his fist down on the table, then leaning on it. “My keys, (Y/N). Enough for today, baby”. You get a deep breath and stand up, looking him straight in the eyes. “Don’t you dare call me baby anymore. Be thankful, that it’s all I do to you. I wanted to hurt you really bad, you know? But I am not you, I am not breaking hearts like as if they were a pack of cigarettes that can be crushed and dumped. But know, that for a short moment you have lost control over yourself, over your life, that for a moment, you've lost something what you love so much ... and clothes, thanks to which you are standing here almost naked now is fully satisfying me. And from today I am no longer for you. I will be at your fingertips, but you won’t touch me anymore. And even if you think it doesn’t affect you now, it will start. I assure you”. He got stuck. You couldn't even read the expression on his face, he just stands in front of you with cold eyes fixed on yours. “Max. To the car”. That was all he could say. The girl looked at you and you smiled at her, giving her a key when she passed by. “See you around parking at school, (Y/N)”. “Try to touch her. And next time I am not gonna be so soft”. You followed him with your eyes to the exit and left payment on the table. You didn’t expect you'll found Tommy in front of the entrance, finishing the cigarette. The Camaro engine's howl was long ago barely audible. “Wanna ride?” He smiled at you, seeing everything through a glass door. It was sure that he wouldn’t keep his tongue shut.

You didn’t know that, but after „car” situation, you have been unofficially called by the majority a “Queen of Hawking”.

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Connie Howlite Maheswaran AU - A Single White Lilium (500th post!)

Pink Pearl sends Connie into her gemstone to find her cell phone, which she misplaced inside. In doing so, Connie witnesses Pearl's repressed memories and learns the truth about what really happened to White Diamond, Homeworld’s old leader.

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Connie sat on the Beach House’s couch with doubt, fear and contemplation sharing space on her mind. Memories about the shattering of “White Diamond”, the leader of Homeworld, began to flash on her mind: Handy revealing to her about the shattering, the dream she shared with Steven as Stevonnie, the violet Zircon trying to rationalize over the official story’s lack of logic, and Pink Pearl holding Howlite’s Shield against White, and glaring at her threateningly.

The last memory snapped the half-Gem back from her thoughts, while also making a new doubt inside her heart grow: was Pink Pearl the actual shatterer, and Howlite was just framed? She sincerely hoped neither of them held the blame.

“Come on!” Jasper’s voice boomed in indignation, as she and Pink Pearl entered the living room and walked to the kitchen counter. “It’s been ONE MONTH, and you didn’t touch your phone at all!”

“Pfft. Silly! I actually use it!” Pink Pearl defied. “To tell the time.”

After realizing the two Comet Gems’ presences, Connie’s anxiety skyrocketed as she saw them trying to handle Pink Pearl’s phone. She gripped her knees until her temper got the best of her, and she rushedly screamed, “PINK PEARL, CAN I ASK YOU ABOUT-”

“Hold up a moment, kiddo.“ Jasper interrupted Connie’s outburst, before resuming to teaching Pink Pearl about the messaging app.

Soon, Connie’s own phone vibrated, revealing that, to her surprise, she received a message from Pink Pearl. While still nervous, she couldn’t help but smile at the simple message.

Hi, Connie! Pink Pearl is here!

Pink Pearl, signing out!~

“You’ll need a case for that.” Jasper pointed out.

“Of course! I got it!” Pink Pearl gleefully said, extending her hands to her gem, as it glowed, releasing a suitcase.

“... Nevermind. I’ll get a phone case for ya. Don’t smash it to shreds until I am back. ” Jasper said, with a mild groan, going through her room on the Temple Gate.

Finding out a chance to talk with Pink Pearl alone, Connie tried to suck her nervous feelings out of her face and clenched her fists as she approached a smiling Pink Pearl messing around with her phone.

“Pink Pearl?” Connie began.

“Yesss, Connie?” Pink Pearl replied, with a little grin.

“You know Mom shattered White Diamond, right? But... I think you’re the actual culprit behind White’s shattering.”

“Wha-“ Pink Pearl said, only to interrupt herself, covering her hands with her mouth and letting her phone drop onto the floor, as her remaining eye expressed distress.

“You can tell me, don’t worry,” Connie assured, but it didn’t seem to interrupt Pearl’s hands. She actively used one of them to try and pull the other, but the effort was fruitless. It was like she was under an active curse, or spell, and she couldn’t fight against it no matter how much she struggled. “Why can’t you tell me anything?!”

“I got the- ” Jasper said, unwittingly watching the bizarre scene. “... phone, case... ” 

“AHAHA! THANKS, JASPER! But I guess it’s safer to keep the phone in this completely safe Gem!” Pink Pearl said, in exaggerated glee, as she stored the phone on her gemstone, picked the suitcase and marched towards the Temple’s inside.

“Wait, just put the case and then put it on your head...” Jasper said, trying to talk Pink Pearl out for no avail, as she entered the Temple Gate. “The heck was that?” She questioned, receiving an exasperated sigh from Connie as an answer.

[LATER...]

Connie sat by the Beach Citywalk Fries, tastelessly eating a minor quantity of fry bits, as she tried to think about the reason why Pink Pearl covered her mouth whenever the topic was about Howlite and White Diamond. There had to be something, a deep layer that she didn’t want to reveal, or worse... Couldn’t reveal.

Her phone vibrated, showing that Pink Pearl sent her a second message. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as silly and sweet as the previous one.

“I wanna tell you so much... Yet I can’t?” Connie read the message out loud.

Fearing one of her doubts over the issue had an answer, Connie immediately abandoned the package of fry bits, and rushed back to the Beach House, bursting the door open. “Pink Pearl, I need to talk with you!”

“Whaddya mean? ” Pink Pearl asked as she interrupted herself from vacuuming the Warp Pad.

“I got your message!” Connie explained, showcasing her phone. “Didn’t you say “I wanna tell you so much yet I can’t”? With a mute monkey emoji?”

“That’s silly! I didn’t send anything at all. Lemme show that.” Pink Pearl protested, as her gemstone glowed. However, what came out was a remote control. “Uh...”

“Are you sure you didn’t use your phone?” Connie suspiciously asked.

“But I am sure!“ Pink Pearl said, a bit more desperate, as she pulled many items that weren’t her phone: a violin, a cult classic 80's movie, one of Connie’s shirts, and a roll of money. “Oh, my STARS!” 

“Are you okay?” Connie worriedly asked.

“I swear I put it somewhere!” Pink Pearl said, pulling a book out of her gem.

“Seriously?! Another one!” Connie gasped, showing her phone’s screen. The next message was now a simple emoji of a white flower. It made Pink Pearl pause, release a little gasp, and kneel, holding Connie’s shoulders.

“Connie, you gotta go inside my Gem; there, you’ll get my phone out.” Pink Pearl explained.

“How? I’ll have to get it back from your memories or something?”

“I can’t tell the answers to some of your questions. But I can tell I need my phone. Seriously, I’ll get you out once you get what you need.”

“That is, your phone.”

“Indeed! You’ll use it to text me once you find it.”

Connie nodded and held Pink Pearl’s hand without a word. Pink Pearl’s gem on her belly began to glow, and a pinkish-white glow coming out of the gem covered the half gem’s vision.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a pastel, pinkish plane, with a fluffy floor, and at the distance, Pink Pearl humming a little tune, looking at copies of her toy-like hammer weapon.

“Weird... There’s a second Pink Pearl, inside Pink Pearl. ” Connie said, barely helping herself from remembering a film about implanting ideas through dream within a dream, as she walked towards the second Pink Pearl.

“Connie! ” Pink Pearl #1 cheerfully said, bear-hugging Connie and lifting her up. “I didn’t know you wanted to be packed up here but, whatever! Guess you go to C... Co...”

“Wait! No!” Connie said, freeing herself from the one-eyed Pearl’s grasp. “I don’t wanna be packed. I wanna find your phone.”

“Wait- a phone. Okey-dokey!” Pink Pearl #1 realized, scrolling through her mind’s compartments until she reached the session that began with P. “No... Oh! It’s a cellular phone, right? Then, it’s right in C!” She realized, scrolling back to C and pointing at an empty slot, sandwiched between a cleaver and cellophane. “But- please tell me it’s invisible... Or that another me took it.”

“There are other yous?” Connie asked.

“Of course! But, they’re not fully stable to take care of the stuff packed here. That’s why I had to do it.” Pink Pearl #1 proudly explained.

“Then, take me to one of them,” Connie demanded.

“Aww, but everything beyond here, where everything has order and happiness, is pure chaos! Let’s just have a good time!”

“But I can handle it!”

“Uuugh, okay... But don’t blame me later.” Pink Pearl #1 gave in, taking up Connie’s hand.

Once again, a pinkish-white glow took Connie again, engulfing the pink scenery away. This time, the half-gem girl found herself in a more familiar scenery; the corner of Beach City where the Temple was located.

“This doesn’t look chaotic at all. It just feels like, the past.” Connie commented until she heard distressed sobs. Her ears and eyes took her to the dislodged hand of the Temple, where a second Pink Pearl, with an outfit reminiscent of the 80s, cried with her face buried on her knees. “Except the past is chaotic.” She realized. She rushed to sit beside the distressed Pink Pearl. “Hey, Pink Pearl... Inside Pink Pearl inside Pink Pearl’s pearl... You’re sad because of the whole phone issue too?”

“Nooo, it’s Howlite!” Pink Pearl #2 said, still sobbing, lifting her face. “I am glad for her but, she’ll disappear because of her baby!”

“This is so awkward...” Connie pointed out.

“What’ll be my purpose if she disappears? I’ll lose her, exactly how I lost my- ...What’s the thing you said?”

“Your cellphone?”

“My CELLPHONE!” Pink Pearl #2 finished, crying even louder and once again burying her face on her knees.

“It’s okay, here...” Connie said, comfortingly, while hugging the second Pink Pearl. “You sent me here for that, and I will recover your cell phone.”

“I know where it can possibly be... Where I lost everything else.” Pink Pearl #2 sadly stated, covering the right side of her face with one hand as she held Connie’s hand with the other.

Once again, the girl was sucked inside another memory.

The sky was blood red, and as she nervously walked around, Connie saw many weapons, and gems, most of them shattered, scattered about. She carefully walked around, trying to not step onto the shattered gems, just hoping Pink Pearl’s phone actually wasn’t hidden inside a toilet or wardrobe. It was just as likely as it being repressed onto her war memories. Finally, she found a third Pink Pearl, alone in the middle of the battlefield.

“Pink Pearl?!” Connie began, indignant. “I mean, Pink Pearl inside Pink Pearl inside Pink Pearl inside Pink Pearl’s pearl, are we really talking about your phone now?!”

“We were the last ones...” Pink Pearl #3 began, kneeling, and Connie swore she heard a soft sound of cracking right afterward. “Homeworld... Began to leave... We all celebrated but... A light made everyone... Why I did that?”

“Tell me what you did!” Connie pleaded. The answer she received was the third Pink Pearl shaking her head negatively, and turning to face the girl, revealing a crack slowly expanding onto her face. Thankfully, she didn’t have to look at it for much longer, as the pinkish-white light consumed her and took her to another repressed memory.

Connie found herself sitting among white lilium’s, and equally white shards. She picked one up and looked forward, trying to ignore the sounds of loud voices and weapon clashing, only to find a large, white cloud of smoke dissipating to reveal Howlite, branding her staff, shield, and crying. But something about her colors just seemed... off.

“Mom?” Connie wondered, holding the shard onto her chest and walking towards her supposed mother. “What are you doing here on Pink Pearl’s memories-”

Suddenly, Howlite’s eyes opened, revealing she had Pink Pearl’s pinkish eyes.

“What?!” The half-gem cried in disbelief. A loud scream was heard in the background, and once the fake Howlite turned around, she noticed Pink Pearl’s gemstone, seemingly confirming her dreaded theory. “I was right... you really did shatter White.” She bitterly said.

Pink Pearl, however, lifted her closed fist and opened it, revealing a large, white diamond with a brilliant cut.

“White Diamond?! But, how did she...?” Connie quietly said, confused, as the pinkish-white glow from Pink Pearl’s gem took her one last time.

...

“The palanquin...” Connie realized as she found herself sitting in the large, white throne of the even bigger palanquin of white color. She got off of it once she heard whispering voices, and she walked around it until she found the owners of the voices: the actual Howlite, and the last Pink Pearl clutching Howlite’s shield, with a slightly less cracked eye and an attire that reminded her more of the two other Pearls she saw in the past.

“And then that’ll be all. It’s going to be easy!”

“Can’t we try something out? Like, talk-”

“I can’t. White Diamond has done so much harm, we’ll stop everything, right now.”

“This is nuts! You know about it- I mean... Your status, my purpose, it won’t matter in a few minutes! Everything will change.”

“But isn’t it amazing?!”

“Yeah... It is.”

“We can abandon our past... This is my last world, and I’ll give it to the Comet Gems. I’ll live here with humans and other lifeforms, with you! We’ll finally change for the better!”

“Okay. I am ready.”

“Pearl!”

The conversation between Howlite and Pink Pearl felt confusing for the unwitting bystander. Connie didn’t understand what her mom meant with Earth being her last world... Why?

“I can’t believe I gotta do this...” Pink Pearl sadly said, holding hands with Howlite.

“Yet, it’s impossible for me to shatter myself,” Howlite stated, hugging Pink Pearl in comfort. After breaking her hug, her body was overtaken by a white light.

For Connie’s shock, however, Howlite’s form got bigger and bigger, perhaps even one head taller than what she remembered to be Yellow and Blue’s height. Then, her gem spun upward... And she transformed onto her actual form, much for the half-Gem’s disbelief: White Diamond.

White looked similar to the reflection Connie saw on her dream as Stevonnie. However, she could see her wide cape, and high heels, dwarfing Pink Pearl and herself even further. She hid behind the throne as the two passed by. White picked a large amount of dirt, and along with it, a white lilium Pink Pearl picked and put on one of her buns. Her Diamond, then, smashed the dirt within her hands, creating shards that were similar to her own gemstone.

“Convincing?” White Diamond asked, smiling.

“Uh... Alot, my Diamond.” Pink Pearl politely attempted to answer.

“Soon, I’ll be a plain Howlite,” White replied, inhaling the shards. Pink Pearl extended her hand to her gemstone, pulling out a staff shaped like Howlite’s, but it was just a structure. “Wait! There’s one last thing I need to do.”

“Yeah?” Pink Pearl asked, putting both the shield and fake staff on the floor.

“No one can find about this ruse. I will never go back.” White began, using her pointer fingers to fold her Pearl’s hands in a way they covered her mouth. “My last order for any Gem, as a Diamond, is for you. Let’s never speak about this again. Nobody will know.” She said, before getting up and stepping out of the palanquin.

While numbly taken by shock upon this revelation, Connie barely realized Pink Pearl noticed her presence and gasped once she realized this. Fortunately, she had exactly what she was looking for; her own cell phone.

“Sorry to make you come here.” Pink Pearl apologized. She shapeshifted into a pinkish-looking Howlite, making the single pale lilium on her hair fall onto the floor, and picked the fake staff and shield before heading outside as well.

Connie calmly texted Pink Pearl about her success, and soon enough, her memories flashed into her eyes: the staged shattering, the last few minutes of the war followed by the blinding light, Howlite’s pregnancy, and the aftermath. She found herself facing a teary-eyed Pink Pearl.

“I wanted to tell you for so long...” Pink Pearl revealed.

“That Mom was White Diamond.” Connie depressedly said, barely realizing that Jasper and Spessartite Garnet were behind her as she said that.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!”

[y2fandom]

First kiss — Richie Tozier

Summary: (Y/N) has never kissed anyone, but she does have someone on mind.

Word count: 1,700+

A/N: me uploading frequently??? Less likely than you think! (?) look at me posting Richie stuff after openly saying he's the character I find more difficult to write for

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“Wait, so you have never had your first kiss?” Bev asked, a small playful glint in her eyes, (Y/N) was already regretting her decision to tell her best friend. “We are almost eighteen, (Y/N/N).”

“I know it's just…” The girl sighed.

“Yeah I know, Tozier.” The eyeroll was practically audible in Bev’s voice. (Y/N) nudged her friend with her elbow playfully.

“What did I do know?” An all too familiar voice was heard from behind them and soon the school’s Trashmouth was walking alongside the two girls.

“Speaking of the devil.” (Y/N) muttered, ignoring the heat that possessed her face whenever her arm brushed against his.

“You flatter me, (Y/N/N).” The glasses boy winked. “Watcha’ two talking ‘bout.”

“How (Y/N) has never kissed someone.”

“Bev!” The girl exclaimed, clearly alarmed by the fact that her best friend had a tendency to slip her secrets as if it wasn't a big deal.

“You have never kissed someone?” Richie mocked, though his demeanor faltered when he noticed her look away in embarrassment. “Even Eddie has kissed someone!”

Richie cringed internally at his choice of words, if he had took a second to think, then maybe he would've said something encouraging and made her know there was nothing wrong about her situation; but he was Richie Trashmouth Tozier, thinking before talking was not something he did on a daily basis.

(Y/N) looked away, a soft pink covering her cheeks. “I just haven't found anyone special enough that is willing to.” She muttered.

Pure shock, that's what Richie’s expression said. “I don't think finding someone willing to is not that difficult for you, look at you.” He said, pointing all of her in hopes that she noticed how gorgeous she was, in hopes she noticed how he felt.

But she didn't, (Y/N) just laughed it of as she did with all of his flirty comments, just as she did with every of his attempts to make her see how much he liked, no, loved her. At first, Richie had thought she did it on purpose, that she was just leaving him as a friend; but later Beverly had reassured him that she was completely unaware of his attempts on telling her, she just thought about it as casual playful and innocent flirting.

“I meant it for the special part, Tozier.” She joked, rolling her eyes.

“Have anyone on your pretty mind?” The glasses boy asked, though he regretted doing so when he saw her bite her lip, that meant she did like someone.

“Actually, I do have someone.” She admitted, and Richie could see a grinning Bev from the corner of his eye, but he couldn't concentrate on it at all, he was just felt a big deception that made him aware of his slim to none opportunity he had with her.

“And that is?” He asked, his voice cracking a little.

“Like as if I was going to tell you, Trashmouth, I don't want the whole school to know.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, trying to avoid his gaze.

“You told Bev!” He exclaimed.

“But I'm his best friend.” Beverly defended, sticking her tongue to the Trashmouth, who scoffed.

“I need to know who my competition is.” He argued, (Y/N) felt the familiar heat rush to her face but she shrugged the comment off with a laugh, she had seen Richie being that flirty with girls like that before, why would she be any different?

“Nice try.” She said, opening her locker to leave all her stuff from the last class there and take the needed one for he next.

But he wasn't trying to make her spill the secret and she was different.

“Have you ever thought that maybe Richie is really interested on you?” Bev asked later that day, both girls were lying down, sunbathing away from the rest of the club; they hadn't said anything until then.

A beat. “What?” (Y/N) asked, slightly surprised by the sudden insinuation. Yes, she had thought about it many times, as well as she had hoped that it was true, but Richie was Richie, she doubted he was even capable of falling in love and not just find someone attractive.

“You heard me.”

“Yeah, I did heard, but no, Richie doesn't like me.” She commented, more to make her self aware of the facts than for Bev to listen. (Y/N) tried to convince herself that she was okey just being friends and that it was a silly crush that would go away, but the crush had been there for four years now, and it wasn't just a crush anymore.

“How are you so sure about it, though?” Beverly insisted.

“You see the way he is with me? He's that way with everyone, he's a helpless flirt; Richie is not trying anything with me.” (Y/N) answered, starting to loose patience.

“Is he?”

(Y/N) was about to answer when her brain attacked her with the real facts, Richie had never flirted with Bev, and she didn't remember seeing him flirt with anyone at all other than her, still her mind was on complete denial. She cursed under her breath. “He knows.”

“What?” Bev asked confusedly.

A string of curses escaped (Y/N)’s lips as panic rose to her throat. “He knows. He probably knows I like him!”

“Well if you keep shouting it like that-“ the eye roll was audible in Beverly’s tone.

“That's why he's only flirting with me, he's playing.” The words felt bitter on (Y/N)’s tongue and she tried to ignore the tightness on her chest that told her how hurt she was about the situation. “He knows I want him to be my first kiss and he still plays with me.”

Now her voice was wavering and that set all alarms for Beverly. “Hey, (Y/N/N) let's not jump into conclusions here, shall we?”

The (Y/L/N) girl nodded, the knot on her throat keeping her from trying to talk more, she knew she would break in a fit of tears if she even tried.

Richie felt the same though, he had heard the conversation by accident; when he was going towards them he heard his name and being himself, he eavesdropped. Did (Y/N) really thought him capable of doing something like that to her?

A more important thought occupied his mind and dissipated the doubt. She liked him and she wanted him to be her first kiss.

(Y/N) walked through the tall trees of the forest, despite the fact that she was wearing a big sweater the air seemed to be piercing cold at those hours. She looked around, trying to orientate herself even though all trees were similar if not the same.

A cluster of colorful lights caught her attention, it did seemed like something her friends would do, so she headed towards the lights.

When (Y/N) arrived though, there was no one in the middle of the trees that were adorned with lights of different colors, just a rock that seemed oddly comfortable after walking so much.

(Y/N) sat on the rock, humming silently and waiting for any of the Losers to appear. After a while of being seated there she heard some footsteps approaching, that didn't stop her humming.

When Richie saw her there, seated, humming and beautifully illuminated by the lights he wanted nothing more than to kiss her; his heart skipped a beat when she saw him and she smiled. "Hey Rich.” (Y/N) said, still smiling.

“Hey.” The Trashmouth breathed out, “I'm sorry it's just, you look amazing.”

(Y/N) cocked and eyebrow in confusion. “Thank you..?”

“You are welcome.” Richie offered her a toothy grin, regaining his confident demeanor.

“Where are the others?” (Y/N) asked when Richie sat by her side, he smirked.

"They aren't coming."

“What? Why not?”

“Because I told them so.”

The girl sat in silence, trying to process his words, why would he do that? She weighed her options, she could leave and avoid awkwardness, they could talk, or…

No. Only the thought of asking him that made her blush and fumble with her hands.

So they chatted, they talked as they hadn't done in a long time, they talked about everything and nothing and with each passing second and each agreed idea and with each joke they both felt their hearts swell with love for the the person besides them.

Many would have thought it was silly, but all the crush had made them loose that important connection, it had distracted them of the base of their love: their friendship.

(Y/N) smiled to herself, trying to get enough courage to ask him.

“Richie.” She muttered, the way she did it made Richie's heart skip a beat.

“Yeah?”

“Remember I told you about how I have never kissed anyone?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, and thanks to the fact that she was putting effort on looking him in the eye he could notice a red tint on her cheeks, and she was prettier than ever before. Richie nodded. “I want you to be my first kiss.”

Richie felt his heart stop for a second; sure, he had expected to listen that request after the conversation he heard, but definitely not so soon.

Before she could fumble awkward apologies and take back everything she had said the last moments, he kissed her. Richie crashed his lips against her, he took a second to kiss her, mesmerized by the way her lips felt. Sure, he had kissed many girls before, but it never felt that way; this, with (Y/N) felt right.

She melted onto the kiss almost instantly, enjoying every second of it.

When he broke the kiss she wanted to grunt in complaint, she didn't want him away after having him so close.

“I love you.” Richie said in a whisper, looking her with nothing but love, before she could answer he kissed her again and (Y/N) couldn't bring herself to end the contact.

I love you too, she thought and she felt Richie smirk in between the kiss, why talk if she could transmit her feelings other way?

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Rumor has it

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

 Summary: You’re Jin’s girlfriend and out of nowhere, rumors about him having a girlfriend turn your life upside down. 

  Genre: Angst, Fluff

  Warnings: Attack

  Word Count: 3.1k

  A/N : A kind of little story about Jin having a girlfriend and a series of events that will change Jin and his girlfriend’s life. Actually, I wrote this because when BTS or even other Idols will have girlfriend, I don’t want people to insult them. People have to accept that, so I tried to write something about that. Hope you’ll like it ^-^

Your professional life was blooming. You were working for a fashion model agency as the co-owner of the agency. You created this agency with the help of your best-friend Moon Byulie. You used to be a model, but after a few years of modeling, you wanted to help young girls and boys to become models, so you created your agency. You had to take care of the castings, discuss with the companies, take care of the models’ schedule, prepare their important events, etc. Sometimes, you also did some photo shoots, alone, with your best friend or with other models, depended on your mood. Your company was the best one in modeling and a lot of young people wanted to join it. Times to times, Byulie and you had tight schedules so you let other people tack care of your agency like your vice CEO and other trustworthy people from the management sector.

Your personal life was also doing good. You were dating Kim Seokjin, a singer of Bangtan Sonyeondan. Both of you have been dating for more than ten months now. You were in a serious relationship with him and according to Yoongi and Namjoon, Seokjin was preparing to propose to you. You weren’t supposed to know about it but Namjoon was so loud that you heard him with your headphones, while listening to Fire.

It had been a few weeks since there was a rumour about Jin having a girlfriend. You weren’t surprise when you heard the rumor because you knew that it was what media and some people were looking for. You thought for a moment that Army knew that you were Jin’s girlfriend. Actually, you didn’t want the Armys to know about you dating Jin. Why ? Even thought a good majority of Armys were mature, there still were some of them who couldn’t accept the fact that their bias was dating someone, well… They were not real Armys if they couldn’t accept that. So when people started talking about ‘Jin’s Mysterious Girlfriend’, you started to be careful when you went out with Jin. You were also an active Army on Twitter, so you would read tweets when you had time. You were happy to see that a lot of Armys were happy about that, but you still found some horrible tweets from some people who called themselves ‘Army’.

Bighit Entertainment and Jin wanted to confirm the news but you asked them to stay silent for a few days to see how it would go. You didn’t want to ruin Jin’s image. You even had a fight with Jin because of that, it was the evening after the rumors were spread.

You were tired from your work because today, you had to take care of two models whose managers couldn’t attend to their photo shoot. You went with them and stayed there to watch their shoot. They were very beautiful and did their work seriously. It was so perfect that they finished the photo shoot in less than two hours. After taking care of those two models, you had to fill a report about the activities of this week. You really wanted to finish them tonight, so you won’t have a lot of work tomorrow, so you didn’t stop until all the reports were done. You finished writing and printing the reports around ten thirty in the evening and when you arrived at home, it was almost eleven.

When you entered the living room, you found Jin on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You were surprised that he was at home, he was supposed to stay at the dorm because he had singing and dancing lessons with Jimin. When he saw you, he got up and went to you. He sweetly kissed you before hugging you tightly

“Good evening, babe. How was your day ?” He asked, still keeping you in his arms.

“Good evening, it was good, I think… Jin, is there any problem ?” You asked a little worried.

“No… Just that there is a rumour, about me… well us… An Army saw us. She took a picture and posted it on Twitter, it went viral. But, don’t worry babe, we can’t recognize you. We can just see me, hugging you, your face can’t be seen. Some of your fans might recognize you with your silhouette, but mostly you can’t. When Jungkook saw it, he thought that I was cheating on you, he couldn’t recognize you, so there is no problem. ” He said sensing that you tensed by showing you his phone.

“It happened sooner than what I’ve expected.” You said, sighing and taking his phone before sitting on the couch to read some tweets.

“Most of them are happy. They wish us the best.” He said, preparing two cups of tea in the kitchen.

“But… ?” You asked sensing that something was wrong.

“There are a few mean comments and I tried to report some of them. Those people are not Armys. Armys would always support us, or if we did something wrong, they would try to explain it with wise words.” He said coming back in the living room with two cups of tea.

“So now you’re saying that our relationship is wrong ?” You asked.

“No sweetie, You’re tensed, relax, let me explain it to you.” He said handing me the cup. “It’s just that it may seem wrong to them, but it’s not. How would you react if Jackson had a girlfriend ? Won’t you be mad, since he’s your ‘ultimate bias’ ?” He asked, mocking your voice.

“First, I don’t talk like this. And second, I would be happy ! He has someone he loves and he can feel what I feel when I am with you. Third, stop being jealous of Jackson. He’s one of my favorite rapper, but he’s not as hot as you, or else, I wouldn’t be dating you.” You said with a smile.

“Babe, I am not jealous.” He said. “And I don’t want to justify some people’s actions, but what I am trying to say is that you have to see it with a different point of view. Imagine that you are single and your ‘ultimate bias, baby Jackson’ has a girlfriend, won’t you be jealous ?” He asked, still mocking your voice.

“For God’s sake, why would I be jealous ? I know that he will never date me, so why can’t I just be happy for him, and support him in that way ? I know that I won’t date an idol. Sometimes, even now, dating you seem like a dream to me, I can’t understand what you find lovable in me, okey ? So is it bad to be happy for your bias ? He’s not going to date all his fans, that’s impossible !”

“Well, you are not like them. Most of them dream about dating their idol. So, in a way, we can understand them, they just need time and an official confirmation that we are dating.”

“Wait… You want to release an official statement about us ?” You asked, surprised.

“Y/N, I have always wanted to tell the world about us. We have been dating for more than ten months, almost one year and I can’t bear to not touch you in public, kiss you, hug you… I want us to be a normal couple.” He said, sadly.

“Jin, I understand you, but you have to understand me too. We can’t be a normal couple. I am an active Army, dating you is amazing but sometimes, seeing bad tweets when people are insulting girls who approach you is really hurting. Just because a girl said that Jimin was her ideal type, she got a lot of hate. So imagine what would happen to me ? What if they find me ? What if they stab me ? I just can’t Jin. Understand me, please.”

“I am trying to, but I can’t… Y/N…” He said, a little angry.

“No, you’re not. Please, why can’t it be secret for a few more weeks ?”

“Why are you being like this ? Are you ashamed that you’re dating me ? Am I not as good as Jimin ? Jungkook ? If it was Jungkook, you would have accepted right ? It’s been a long time since I asked you to formalize our relationship to the world but you always refuse ! But when it comes to eat lamb skewers with Jungkook, you go without any second thoughts ! Am I not good enough for you ?” He yelled, getting up.

“Do you really think that low of me, Seokjin ? Did I even tell you that I wanted to date Jimin or Jungkook ? Why are you involving these poor children in our argument ?” You asked raising your voice. You didn’t let him talk, you continued. “I love you, I really do. For the first time in my life, I really love someone, I even imagine my future with you, Seokjin. I am really proud of you, of all the progress you’ve achieved. Don’t let your insecurities come in our argument, please. And why do I refuse ? Because I don’t want to ruin your career. People know me as the childhood friend and best friend of Jungkook. They know that nothing can happen between us. It won’t ruin his career, but our relationship… I am scared that people might hate you because you’re not single anymore.  I am also scared for my security. You might have your manager and your bodyguards, but I don’t have them, Seokjin. I would love to let people know about us, but I am really scared.” You said, starting to cry.

“Babe… I… Okey, let’s do this like you want. Let’s just forget about it for now. Let’s wait until it calms down.” He said, hugging you and kissing your forehead.

“Thanks, Seokjin.” You said, hugging him back.

A few days later, it didn’t seem to calm down. Since BTS gained an international popularity with the media, mostly American media, it was taken to another level. The media couldn’t stop from spreading stupid rumors about your couple : such as you getting married secretly, you being pregnant, having children and stuff like this. You just started to live together, so how could they think that you were married ? This was why you hated media. They had the ability to come up with stupid ideas. Thankfully, for the moment, they didn’t know that you were Jin’s girlfriend. Well, not yet.

Jin and Bighit Ent were still waiting for you permission to release the news about the two of you.  You were sure that they’ve already written the statement, they were only waiting for you to agree. Jin wanted to do a live on Vapp to tell this to the fans, that way, if they had a few questions he would answer them. But he wasn’t sure, he was scared to say things he shouldn’t be saying. He was so concerned and kind with his fans, it was so cute. You really loved how he loved his fans and did everything to make them happy. He really cared about them.

Today, you had an important diner with a magazine to talk about a photo shoot they wanted to do with some of your models. Then, you had to join Jin because the two of you were going on a trip, to Jeju Island. You were so excited for the trip that you weren’t nervous for the diner.

You were at the restaurant with your best-friend Byulie. You ordered a glass of water and were waiting for the CEO of the magazine, Mr Ahn. When he arrived, he shook your hands and sat next to Byulie.

“It’s nice to meet you, ladies. You’re even more beautiful in person.” He said, flashing a smile, mostly to Byulie.

“Thank you, it’s very nice to meet you too.” You said smiling to him and your best-friend. There was something between these two, and they didn’t try to hide it. “Let’s order our diner, shall we ?” You asked still trying to understand what was happening between Byulie and Mr Ahn.

They agreed and together, you ordered the diner. Everything was perfect. Mr Ahn was very pleased with the models of your company. You didn’t want your models to be really skinny that they starved or things like this, you really wanted them to be healthy which really pleased a lot of local and international magazines.

“Miss Y/N, do you still do photo shoots ?” He asked, before drinking his wine.

“Well, it depends on how I feel it.” You said.

“What about a sexy concept ? You’re a very beautiful lady and you would be perfect for the shoot.”

“Well, I am not single anymore, I have to think about my image and how my boyfriend will feel about it…” You said, feeling heat in your cheeks.

“I understand, you have to keep a good image. But, I didn’t mean to say that it was sexy in a negative way. It’s a kind of sensual concept : like a femme fatale. You will be perfect for it. I already looked for the man who will perfectly suit this photo shoot, and I also told him that I really wanted you to be the female model for the photo shoot. He was very pleased with that. He’s from a boys-band. They are really famous these days. If you want to know, it’s none other than Jackson, from GOT7.”

God, you were now sure that your entire face was red. He proposed you to do a photo shoot, with your UB, a sensual one. A little part of you wanted it to be Jin. You’ve always wanted to do a photo shoot with him, but you couldn’t because of your scariness for sasaeng fans’ reactions. But you were also aware that Jin was possessive. You didn’t want to hurt him, even if you really liked the idea of doing a photo shoot with your UB. You didn’t think about it twice, you’ve already decided.

“That’s really kind of you to propose this project to me. He’s one of my favorite rapper and there was a time when I would have done anything to do a photo shoot with him. But now, I have someone else and I prefer doing this photo shoot with him than anybody else. I can’t accept this project, even if it’s nothing more than professional. I am sorry.” You said.

“I understand, don’t worry. But, if you change your mind, here’s the card of my friend who takes care of this project.” He said, giving you the card.

You accepted it and put it in your bag. The rest of the diner was incredibly perfect. You talked about other things and finished the diner. Mr Ahn insisted to pay the addition. Once he paid, he gave you some documents for the photo shoot and promised to call you next week to set up a meeting to finalize the details of the photo shoot.

As you guessed it, your best-friend decided to go back home with Mr Ahn. She knew that she had a lot of things to tell you when she would meet you, next week in your office, when you will be back from your trip with Jin. You called the cab company and were now waiting for the driver to come near the restaurant. The area wasn’t safe. It was dark and some lamps weren’t working. You just hoped that he will be quick. You tried to call Jin, so you could talk to him while waiting for the cab, but he didn’t answer. He might be finishing the preparations for your trip ?  Then you tried to call Jungkook, he answered immediately.

“Hey Noona, can’t wait for hyung ?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Hi, Kookie, he wasn’t answering his phone, and I am kind of afraid of this area, you know in front of the gym we went one day, that’s why I called you. And stop teasing me, you moron.” You said, amused.

“You’re the moron who have to buy me lamb skewers, remember our bet ? And also Yoongi hyung wants to join us.”

“No problem for me. He can join us whenever he wants to.” You said smiling.

“I’ll tell him. Wait, weren’t you supposed to go back home with Byulie Noona ?” He asked, concerned.

“Well, looks like Mr Ahn and her already know each other, so she went home with him. I don’t mind, I am happy that she finally has someone in her life. I am just a little mad that she didn’t tell me anything. I can’t wait to come back from the trip with Jin, I want to know how she met him and if it’s serious.” You said with a chuckle. “Gosh, why is it taking so much time ? It’s been ten minutes since I called the cab company. The secretary said that a driver will be there in a few minutes.” You said, starting to worry.

“Well, that’s very strange… Did you call the number the right number ?”

“Dummy, why would I wait for him if the secretary told me that he would come ? It was the right number.” You said with a chuckle.

“Ah yeah, you’re right.” He said, laughing, realizing how stupid his question was.

You continued to talk to each other, mostly about their future comeback and hard dancing lessons. Suddenly, you heard a strange noise behind you. You were about to turn around when felt a sharp pain in your back. Someone just stabbed you. You painfully moaned and tried to move but your aggressor didn’t let you do so.

“Noona, What happened ?” You heard Jungkook’s alarmed voice. “Noona ! Answer me ! Noona ?! Hyung, something happened to Noona ! Call the cops and Jin hyung ! Where the fuck is he ?!” Jungkook was yelling to his hyung, you never thought that it would happen in this kind of situation.

That person took out the knife and came in front of you. She pulled your hair and brought you to the ground. She took you by the neck, slapped you and tried to block your breathing before pushed you back in the ground. You cough, trying to catch your breath. She kicked you a few times in your stomach before stopping.  

“Don’t try to go near Seokjin, or next time, I will kill you.” You heard this from the girl who attacked you. You heard her walk away. You tried to look for your phone that you dropped when she attacked you. With difficulty and blurry vision because of tears, you found it and tried to talk to Jungkook.

“Jungkook… Please, help me…”

“Noona, Please, stay awake ! Please, don’t try to move, we are coming !”

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Say something (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: Dating Billy Hargrove in totally secret was really hard, especially in school. But you were sure that he is yours...until he came to a party without you.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Author’s note: so I got a request to write about a relationship with Billy, where the reader is opposite of him so they decided to date in secret. But Billy...Billy is just Billy, King of Keg and Hawkins so under pressure he cheats on reader at the party. I really like that idea, it seems similar to my last post -Party night. Enjoy!

All reblogs and likes are welcome!

“...so then we are gonna take Carol and her chicks...are you listening Hargrove? EY EARTH TO BILLY HARGROVE” Tommy snapped his fingers in front of Billy's eyes. Definitely, the boy didn’t listen, throwing furtive glances in your direction, while you were going to school through the parking lot. Tommy looked in the same direction and snort a laugh.”(Y/N)? You seriously look at (Y/N)?” he patted his shoulder and Billy miffed “of course I'm not, idiot” and moved towards school too. Dating you was a secret and none ever can find it out. The point was that you were his total opposite - genius in science, especially chemistry; mostly time silent avoiding parties and troubles. But you were classy and people liked you, even vipers from the team's cheerleaders. And that kind of girl never dating boys like Billy...but for sure?

It started when he moved to Hawkins - on chemistry hour you were seated in one bench with him, mainly to help him with the material and it was a perfect reason to asked you after school for “special” lessons. But when he came to your house (where you were living only with cool stuff aunty), ready for “action”, you gave him clearly signals that you know boys like him and you are not really interested, but if he wants to pass the test, you are to his disposition. It was like a blow to the cheek for Billy...like, come one, some girls not wanted to date with him? But he came after. And again. And...again. You were meeting very often in your house, first only taking private lessons. But then he opened in front of you, talking about arguments with Neil, how he hates taking care of Max and how he hates that all stinky town too. Once he came to you in the middle of the night, throwing rocks to your window until you woke up and let him in by front door:

“Chemistry does not give you peace at night...what's wrong with your eyebrow? You were fighting with someone?” You looked in his tired eyes, sitting him down at the kitchen counter without more words. Sit next to him, you bear the wound, brushing his hair. “Hey...Billy” you whispered and he just buried his face in your collarbone, covering tightly around the waist. He didn’t need to explain anything.

It was like emotional kick because you were starting to meet in secret - in some way reputation for Billy was an important issue and remembered last Tommy’s comment he knew that this news would bring unnecessary gossip and harmful publicity for you. At first, you felt bad that he was hiding this fact from everyone, thinking he was ashamed of you but then you realize that he really need acceptance from others. In the other way, that secretly meetings in school, for example slipping away during lessons or when he just gently strokes your thigh under bench makes you goosebumps and compensated lack of possibility to hold his hand on a hallway or even talk to him about something other than science. Once you were almost caught on a date on shakes - luckily you had your bag with notes which you throw on the table quickly, pretending to be learning. Because for the rest of people you were just lab partner...

But that one night everything would turn around 180 degrees. You weren't supposed to show at that party, not even being persuaded by Carol. All day before that luckless evening you didn’t even talk much with Billy, but you knew that he is coming. He gave you a really quick kiss in forehead when nobody was looking and get on his way home, promise to show up next day in your house...of course, if hangover let him. When you lay in a cozy bed you didn’t have any fears that one party gonna change your life.

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“MORE, MORE, MORE!” gonna hear from the crowd set around Billy, drinking beer from a keg like madman. He wanted to beat his own record...and he did it. Spitting beer ahead he staggered and disappeared inside the house.“Billy come here and play with us in 7 minutes in heaven” somebody called him invited to a game. “So the rules are easy guys - whose bottle indicate, going with selected person to the closet for 7 minutes...and you know what”. The girl who translated winked knowingly to the rest. “Okey...so I spin first and show. Billy. Come with me handsome” she nodded at him, then stand up waiting. All the beer that Billy drank hit him suddenly so he was almost unconscious from being drunk. Everyone looked at him in suspense, waiting. “The king of Hawking never refuse” he replied proudly, being dragged into a nearby storeroom.

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Billy didn’t show up at your house all day. Even if you are didn’t expect him early, when it was coming late afternoon you tried call to him. Max whose picked up phone told you, that he didn’t come out from his room all day. But you realize that something more is on point when on a school morning when he didn’t come to pick you up -he always did it, even if you had to get out of the car two cross streets away from school. And you felt a twinge in your stomach when he avoids you in school - no eye contact, no smallest smile. You really wanted to ask him what happened, though that has to be something terrible connected with his house. And maybe you would never know anything if you haven't come to the bathroom on one break. There were some other girls too so you interrupt in the middle of talking. “Girls, did you already hear what happened last night at Michaels party? Omg, you gonna fall. Listen. Jess was kissing Billy Hargrove!”. You froze. Turning to talking girls, you squeeze your hands on the sink. “How it happened?” you tried to ask naturally. “Oh, we were playing in game and Jess choose Billy to spent with her 7 minutes closed in a storeroom. Girls, I was counting, that was more than 7 minutes! When they come out I even saw how he fasten the slit, I swear”. At that moment you felt like you were about to fall down. You fell out of the toilet in numbness, leaving behind girls looking at you crookedly. “Jess kissing Billy” - you have this all time on your mind, these words hurt you badly. And when you found him you fuck all the secrets. “SAY SOMETHING”- you stopped in front of him. Tommy nudged Billy giggling at the first moment, but when he saw his face, he wasn’t that stupid to didn’t realize that something between you two was. “Why...tell me. Huh? Why” - you were starting to tremble, feeling like your voice stuck in your throat. “(Y/N)...not now” he pointed ostentatiously at people around, trying to save face. He didn’t want to make a show but it sounded like everyone else was more important than you. “You know what? Fuck you. There will be not now anymore. I fucking end with you, Billy Hargrove”. You turned around before tears come streaming down your face. “But seriously...(Y/N)?” mumbling Tommy who quickly regretted it thrown at the lockers in Billy's embrace. In his eyes anger was mixed with bitter regret to himself. But now it was too late on remorse. 

You weren’t come back on lessons - coming back to the house, being grateful that aunty wasn’t there, wrapped yourself in a blanket. “Welcome freedom, baby” you whispered to yourself, unbuckling necklace from him.