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wrathofrats · 8 months ago

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Adding onto me and @divine-misfortunes delta lore bc we had a conversation that led to this fic and the entire thing destroyed me so I hope it destroys everyone else too

To understand this fic please see this and this, this fic acts as somewhat of a third installment. I’m so proud of this one honestly I’m loving this little series

Pebble visits delta after Terzo dies, omega confronts him afterwards.

Wc: 2k

Rating: teen

Warnings for: hurt no comfort, light descriptions of bodily damage/harm, major character death, implied upcoming character death, complex morality (no one is in the wrong or right), its angst yall and its sad.

Pebble twirls the key in his hands before putting it in the lock. He debates the entire time. Argues with himself through every click of the pins if he should be visiting delta again. He does this everytime, mulls the situation over in his mind until the idea feels like it’s been pureed into mush. Ultimately as the door handle turns, pebble always decides he has to.

Terzo died a couple months ago. Murdered in cold blood while the ghouls were left to fend for themselves as the church scrambled. None of them handled it well, the worst of it leading to pebble barely leaving him room for a month, let alone to make the visit to see delta.

Part of him hopes there won’t be anything there when he opens the door. Hopes that delta succumbed and his suffering is over for his own sake. He was locked in this room ages ago after an attack. Pebble tries not to blame delta for it, his own mind and body are trying to kill him, honestly he doesn’t think he knew any better. But it was for everyone’s safety, they didn’t want to risk it happening again. The other selfish half of him hopes for the worst so he won’t have to hear delta talk about their beloved papa.

Terzo used to make the visit with pebble. Deltas blind and unwavering obedience made Terzo happy, if not feeling ever guilty about what happened to him. He partially blames himself, thought delta has always insisted he shouldn’t.

Their eyes never meet. Terzo can’t stand to see the deathly color of his irises. The visits only last a couple minutes simply to make delta happy even if they end up making the other two wildly uncomfortable. Pebble winces whenever delta asks if he’s allowed to be let out yet, if omega found a solution. He doesn’t notice both of them sharing a knowing look, a solemn expression on their faces.

The sight of delta gets worse as time passes. The color in his eyes eternally fading into a soulless black, parts of his skin unnaturally stretched to cover the bone that juts out, pebble sometimes wonders if it’s even painful to him anymore. If the quintessence that shreds his humanity affects his ability to feel it eat at him or if it’s taken even that away from him also.

“You came back” delta beams, standing from his desk to greet pebble.

A small lamp illuminates the room in a warm yellow hue. It’s the only light he’s given besides the overhead fluorescent bulb that had been wired into the ceiling. There’s no windows for natural sunlight, only bright blinding white like he’s on some kind of display, or the old lamp pebble brought him. Dust particles float through the dingy light, pebble wonders the last time anything has been properly cleaned up there.

“Yeah, sorry, been hectic around the abbey” pebble mumbles into deltas shoulder.

“I thought you had gone and forgotten about me”

It’s a dry attempt at humor but the guilt makes pebbles stomach churn. He knows he hasn’t been back in a while, weeks, a month or more at most.

Pebble doesn’t mean to be away for so long. The weight of being the only ghoul who acts like delta is even still alive is almost too heavy to bear for him sometimes. He doesn’t think he’s even heard Delta's name spoken in months. The rest of the ghouls think he’s dangerous, or too far gone that he’s not worth the time. The burden to make up that energy falls onto pebble, eating him alive.

It’s always long stretches of weeks where he can’t bear to see him, or times where he should probably just bring a pillow and blanket up there since he practically lives in the room.

Neither feel good

“I could never forget about you sea glass” pebble finally says, stepping away from the embrace.

“Sea glass?” Delta gives him a confused look that makes pebbles chest ache.

“Yeah, just a nickname, do you like it?”

He really shouldn’t have expected him to remember, the small shred of hope that delta even remembered that pebble hasn’t seen him in a while soon fizzled out at the reality that delta doesn’t remember most things anymore.

“Its nice” he smiles. “Has papa fallen ill? He hasn’t come to see me in a while”

The question is innocent but it puts daggers in pebbles chest. It makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could avoid the question entirely and hope by the time the topic is changed he will have already forgotten about the passing thought, but he knows that delta will always come back to this question, even if he can avoid it for the time being.

He never told delta what happened. It would absolutely break the last bit of him that’s still in there and he doesn’t know if he can lose what he has left of his friend.

“He did a little bit ago, maybe you just forgot again” pebble mumbles to avoid the situation entirely. It’s always the debate to tell him old stories as if they happened yesterday, and praying he loses himself enough that Terzo would never come up again. He’s honestly not sure he will even remember if he decided to tell him. Doesn’t think either of them deserve the pain to speak of it. It’s not worth it if it will only be temporary.

It’s late when he returns to the ghoul wings. He walks alone in the dark and carries his jacket despite the cold. A static numb feeling from seeing his friend still in his decaying state combated by the wind that feels like needles poking into his skin.

The common room is warm and still lit when he walks in, the smell of artificial cheese making him cringe from his stomach still not being settled.

Omega stands to steer pebble into the kitchen before he can make a beeline for his room. A look of tired worry lighting up a bit when he sees pebble walk in after the long night. It’s bitter sweet, they may not be on good terms but omega still cares about him.

Pebble doesn’t want to admit that he’s starving when omega sets the bowl of Mac and cheese in front of him. Clearly not left from the dinner he missed, no, omega made it afterwards knowing pebble would be back and the steam coming from it only makes a knot form in his throat.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” omega asks, sitting across from him.

He doesn’t know where to begin with that answer

His instinctual reaction is to get angry, shove the bowl away and spit something along the lines of “well no one else will fucking do anything for him” but the longer he sits with the bitter words they just die, too exhausted to want to fight like he usually would in this situation.

He doesn’t want to blame his mates for not putting themselves through what he does. The horrific scenario of watching your friend be ripped apart at the seams, slowly dying in front of you isn’t something he would wish on anyone. Another part of him just desperately wants someone else to care. Pebble doesn't like to think about it too much because the internal debate gnaws at his heart and makes him resent more than he wants to.

After more than a couple seconds pebble realizes he hasn’t answered omega who is staring at him concerned, and honestly he doesn’t know if he can choke out an excuse without tears.

“Pebble.. I’m worried about you”

“I don’t need to be worried about” pebble bites back, voice pitching as he wrinkles his nose in an attempt to stave off his crying.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself” omega reasons. He sounds soft, as if trying to soothe the ghoul on the brink of a breakdown in front of him. Hoping the words will bring him back down.

“What else am I supposed to do? Leave him like the rest of you?!” Pebble nearly wails.

Omega expected that kind of answer. Pebbles said it to him more times than he can count. Blaming him for leaving delta and not helping him even after he’s insisted there’s nothing he can do beyond what he has, or blaming him for not visiting even though it makes him sick. He can never come up with an excuse that sounds reasonable to his conscience, no matter how much the words carve into him.

He also blames himself, and maybe a sick part of him just wants to hear pebble berate him to quell the ache in his bones that he’s done something terribly wrong, to hear it from someone else so it’s not just an absent thought he can ignore.

Honestly maybe that’s why he stayed up. He loves pebble, would do anything for the younger ghoul but a part of him feels like he needs to care for pebble to make up for the way everyone abandoned delta. He wants to prove himself, wants the acknowledgement from the ghoul that hates him most that he’s not actually evil.

Omega tries to respond rationally, all things considered.

“He’s not well pebble, what if he did something to you?”

“After what happened he’s not the one i'm worried about omega.” Pebble grits. Fork abandoned on the table, eyes low to dissipate the tears.

Some sick selfish part of pebble latches onto the thought. He almost wishes delta would hurt him so he would have an excuse to stop seeing him without the guilt eating him alive. A motif in his brain of hoping for the worst of his friend partially to end deltas suffering, partially to end his own.

Omega thinks the same in his own awful corner of his mind. Just one incident to prove he’s not a monster and that no one goes up there for a reason. For delta to hurt pebble enough to scare him and have him running back to ask omega to heal him and admit he was wrong.

It’s mostly to help his own guilt, and he knows that.

The words feel like a sticky residue in his mouth as omega tries to conjure a response.

“I didn’t do it pebble. You know that.” He focuses his gaze down, as if even he doesn’t believe the words he’s saying. He didn’t do it, he’s right about that. But it’s hard to not convince himself there was something he could’ve done.

“You dont do a lot of things don’t you?”

“That’s not-“

“I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight omega”

Pebble rushes out of the room without another bite. The tears flow freely down his face with a choked sob while his emotions all flood out at once. Omega doesn’t get up. He sits in the dingy yellow light of the kitchen and watches the dust particles float through it. He wonders when the last time the kitchen has been properly cleaned.

#ohhhh I really hope you guys like this #I’ve been so insanely excited to post it #wrath’s ghost lore #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #delta ghoul #pebble ghoul #omega ghoul

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ironunderstands · 1 year ago

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if you want to, please give your opinion on this I’m really curious on others thoughts

Me remembering @blood-orange-juice post on how Childe has the aggression of a prey animal made me think of how I feel he is a very feminine character despite not outwardly presenting as such. His aggression doesn’t stem from a masculine desire to feel stronger, it stems from his fear of being hunted down, overlooked, and overpowered, an aggression felt by a lot of femme and afab people, including myself. Like the scene in the golden house where everyone ignores what he has to say, or the scene in the courtroom where everyone dismisses what he has to say and blames him guilty for actions he couldn’t have possibly committed. The courtroom scene in particular reminds me of how often famous women (especially poc but that’s a can of worms that’s not my place to get into) are often demonized with people waiting for them to make one minor slip up (real or made up), so the public can justify their hatred towards them. Moreover, the attitude of “he’s a fatui so he probably did something wrong anyways” (which is true but doesn’t matter in this situation) mirrors the attitude a lot of famous women get of the “I never liked her anyways”, or “finally a reason to hate” or “I knew she was a mean girl” if the public gets a reason to turn on them.

There is also Childe’s habit of for lack of a better term, larping as a normal person, especially as a normal brother and son to his family. This changing of his behavior, especially in front of family members as to not lose their approval is also a pretty common feminine experience (not for me though luckily) and I have a lot of people in my own life who I know act that way. Playing the “good, responsible, nurturing, and almost a third parent” older sibling is also a fairly common feminine experience, and Childe acts very similar to that archetype despite having completely different reasons as to why.

His important female relationships with characters like skirk, Tonia, his mother and the Tsaritsa also add to this. It’s made very clear that he loves his younger siblings a lot, with Tonia being no exception, and Childe likes experiencing Tonia’s girlhood with her, playing along with being the knight in shining armor to her princess. He buys dresses and other gifts for her in inazuma, and doesn’t posses the slightest bit of shame or care that others might judge him for going dress shopping on his own. Continually, Skirk and his mother both teamed up to give him mommy issues (although Skirk didn’t do it on purpose she didn’t try to abandon him like his mom did, he left the abyss of his own accord), although mommy issues tend to be pretty universal, his respect and desire for acknowledgment from female authority figures like Skirk, the Tsaritsa, and to some extent the traveler and Clorinde (he did really want a duel out of her and views her as a strong, worthy opponent) reads as a feminine desire to me. More specifically, the need to be liked and acknowledged by the women you look up to so one day you can feel as secure as they appear to be, I personally find to be a very feminine experience.

What I find most interesting about this situation is that most of Childe’s traits I find feminine are painful feminine experiences, besides the heels in foul legacy form, the garter around his legs, the exposed skin on his stomach and being canonically pretty, things viewed as traditionally feminine, the feminine aspects of Childe’s character deeply painful for both him and people who experience similar things in real life. It reminds me of a phrase I can’t quite remember where I heard from, but is something along the lines of “femininity is pain”.

#childe #genshin impact #I have more thoughts on this that my brain can’t put into words #I need more opinions on this #My brain cooked on this one I think #Someone should write an ftm Childe fic talking about this and make me cry

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hereforreadandwrite · 5 months ago

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Chapter Five

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The night had passed, without Atreus coming home.

You stayed with the group, waiting for the boy. But obviously, he wasn't return. There was no way he would have made it to Asgard. Is not it? Your gaze rested on Tyr. He spent all his time cooking and locking himself in his broom closet. When was he going to get his act together? You groaned, running your hands over your face. Maybe you had to accept the fact that your husband will never be the same again. Maybe you needed to turn the page and move on.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Kratos and Mimir talking. The Greek God of War entered the room, Mimir hanging from his belt.

"The Norns," Kratos began as he approached Freya. "You found them once. Could you do so again?"

"I could try, but…," Freya began, taking down her herbs to approach the small table. "I don't see how that would-"

"They are the Fates of these lands, are they not? I would know what they know."

“The Norns aren't very cooperative,” you said, approaching the two Gods.

"How can you know it?" asked Mimir perplexed.

"I found them too. And this meeting… wasn't exactly the most pleasant."

"As long as I find them," Kratos replied. “Where do we search?”

“Midgard,” Freya replied. "But if Atreus is in Asgard, there's no getting him back without an army. We should be raising one."

“Yes, nothing like a catastrophic war to improve the situation,” commented Tyr, who entered the room. "The boy seems quite capable, perhaps if you simply give him some time-"

"You are not free of blame here," Kratos cut in, turning to the Norwegian God of War. "You encouraged his foolishness, his… confusion. I do not seek war… but if Odin has stolen my son, do not doubt the lengths I will go to."

“Your nature has always been clear, Kratos…,” Tyr replied calmly before turning his attention to you and Freya. "But you, Freya… (Y/N)… war as a first resort? That's not the women I knew. I hope the Norns can give you the counsel you need. Perhaps mine is no longer of use here. "

Tyr walked away, followed quickly by Freya. Explaining that now was not the time to further divide. You slammed your hands on the small table, cursing under your breath. Tyr was serious? He dared to say that you were not the woman he had known. In rage, you threw the table against the wall. Breaking the furniture into small pieces. You heard Mimir ask you to calm down, but you didn't listen to him. You quickly approached Tyr and Freya. The Goddess quickly stood up upon seeing your nightmarish form. You were angry.

"You dare to say that I'm not the woman you knew?! You dare to say such a thing?! It's not me or Freya who have changed, but you. You are not Tyr. You don't A coward who hides in a broom cupboard, the Tyr that I know, my husband, wouldn't hesitate for a single second to take his weapons to go fight… you were terrified in front of a child who turned into a grizzly. You are the one who decided to go to Asgard when I asked you to stay with me. But no, you went to see Odin and this is the result. 'Besides, there are some things that bother me. You could have escaped from the Svartalfheim mine alone. There were no dwarves and no Einherjars. You could have escaped easily, without causing any harm. not have done it?”

Tyr looked at you with wide eyes. His mouth opened and closed. He didn't know what to answer you. The others observed the interaction without saying anything

"There's something you're hiding from us, husband. I don't know what, but I have a feeling it's something we won't like," you say, moving closer to Tyr. “Are you really Tyr?”

"Of course!" Tyr exclaimed as he stood up, forcing you to step back. "You doubt me?"

“Everyone here doubts you,” you replied, gesturing to the others with a wave of your hand. "You may have had a peaceful journey in your youth. But that's no excuse to stop fighting for your beliefs. Even you were against Odin before. Is he manipulating you right now? moment?"

"What?! No!" he replied, stepping back.

“Why are you running away?” you asked, watching as Tyr walked towards the broom closet door.

"I'm not running away! I…I need to be alone," he said, locking himself in his 'room'.

Silence reigned supreme. You took a deep breath, returning to your normal form. Your gaze rested on your comrades. Nobody spoke. Mimir was the first to break the silence.

“(Y/N)…”

"What? Are you going to tell me I'm too hard on him?"

"No, daughter. Far from it. I think he needed to hear it. I'm worried about you… are you okay?"

“Do I have a choice?”

Freya left her seat, approaching you. She placed her hand on your shoulder, advising you to go and rest. She, Kratos and Mimir were going to take charge of searching for the Norns. You nodded, moving away from the group to go and settle in the room that Sindri had set up for you to sleep in. You sat down on the makeshift bed, taking your wedding ring out of your purse, looking at it attentively.

Protection.

Strength.

Love.

His runes which represented Tyr no longer made any sense. Protection, he was no longer capable of protecting anyone. Force, he refused to use it. Love, you preferred not to think about it.

You shook your head, putting the wedding ring back into your purse. You could no longer understand Tyr and it made you more and more angry. You didn't even want to look at him anymore. You sighed, leaning your head against the wall when someone knocked on your door. You left your bed, going to open the door for none other than Tyr.

“Sorry for bothering you,” he apologized, nervously running his hand over the back of his neck. “Can we…can we talk?”

You looked at Tyr perplexed. You felt your stomach twist with unease at the sight of him. You swallowed, moving away from the door to sit on the makeshift bed. Tyr entered the room, closing the door behind him. Because the ceiling was lower, he was forced to remain bent over and had no choice but to sit on the floor to be more comfortable. Several minutes passed without any of you saying a single word. You continued to play with your ring nervously, ignoring the looks your husband was giving you. You sighed, putting your wedding ring back in your purse.

"You wanted to talk. So talk," you said, crossing your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall.

"Yes… I… I wanted to apologize for what happened when Atreus turned grissly and fled. I was just thinking about your safety and I… didn't think more than that,” Tyr explained.

"You also have some responsibility in this story. I point out to you that you also encouraged Atreus in this direction by telling him about the champion of the Jotnars. Why did you do such a thing?" you asked harshly.

"I think… I had hope that Odin would finally be put out of harm's way. That we would finally be at peace and free from him."

"By a child? Hm! Since when did you become so naive? The Tyr I knew would never have sent a child into the den of the wolf. All he risks is being tortured or else kill."

"Odin does not seem to wish the boy any harm."

"What? Are you serious?!"

“(Y/N)… We've been apart for so long… I just… I don't want you to suffer anymore, (Y/N). passed. After what Odin did to you… your wings, your parents, the Valkyries and my confinement, I only dreamed of one thing, finding you, holding you in my arms. arms, kissing you, making love to you, I missed you so much, my love.

As he spoke, Tyr brought his face closer to yours to kiss you. But, to his surprise, you turned your face away, making Tyr kiss your cheek and not your lips. Tyr stepped back, looking at you perplexed at your rejection. You swallowed hard, your heart was beating maddeningly fast and your hands were shaking, but it wasn't from excitement. No, you were terrified by what he had just told you. A shiver of disgust ran down your spine as you felt his lips touch your cheek. You didn't want him to touch you. Seeing your discomfort, Tyr stepped back, watching you struggle.

“(Y/N)?”

"Leave me alone. I'm tired…"

“I completely understand,” he replied, stepping back, but you could hear from his tone that he wasn’t happy about you rejecting him. "I'll leave you alone."

You watched as Tyr stood up, leaving the room, closing the door forcefully, which made you jump. You rushed out of your bed, throwing the window open to stick your head out. Your breathing was erratic, your stomach twisting so much that you felt like you were going to be sick at any moment. You had never felt so bad and terrified by your husband's touch and words.

Odin wouldn't hurt the boy?

The idea of sending a child to certain death didn't bother him that much.

And seeing him try to kiss you and his words made you nauseous.

The feeling of his lips on your cheek disgusted you.

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You held your breath as you turned towards the door to see it open to reveal none other than Sindri. You sighed, relieved to see that it was him and not Tyr. You took a deep breath, sitting up and running your hand through your hair.

"What…?" you asked, trying to regain your usual posture.

"I…I came to see if you were okay. We saw Tyr come in," Sindri said, approaching you. "Did he do something…?"

“He tried…but I refused him,” you explained, leaning against the window sill, keeping your head out.

"It'll be okay?" Sindri asked as she approached.

"Yes. I just need a minute," you said as you regained your composure, running your hand over your face. “We still haven’t heard from the little boy?”

“No, still nothing,” Sindri replied with a sigh.

"Hm… By now, he must have already met Heimdall and Thor…"

"If it's true…I…I don't want to imagine what they're doing to him."

"Odin absolutely wanted to have the little boy in Asgard, but why? It's probably not because he was looking for Tyr… but maybe something else. Odin was always proud of his Einherjar army and new Valkyries. There's something we're missing," you muttered to yourself. "He's not going to let Heimdall and his drunken son hurt the little boy until he gets what he wants. But… what does Odin want? Ragnarok. ..? No… pressure on Kratos…? No, I don't think that's it. So what…?"

“(Y/N)…what are you mumbling?” asked Sindri perplexed

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something," you replied, returning to sit on the makeshift bed. "But Sindri… there's something that's been bothering me for a while. Can you explain to me why you decided to help the little boy in his quest to save Tyr? Why weren't you the first tell his father?"

"Well… all the clues we found pointed to Tyr being alive. And I also wanted Ragnarok not to happen, but…"

“The exact opposite is happening and you helped the little boy by making him wrong out of pure selfishness,” you said, looking at the dwarf out of the corner of your eye. "Selfishness, you know that well, don't you? Your brother… you think I haven't felt it? Does he know it?"

Sindri became silent upon hearing your words, her complexion suddenly turned pale. As if you weren't expected to notice. A wry laugh escaped your lips as you glared at him.

"Tyr is not the only one responsible for this child's confusion. You too pushed him into a situation he absolutely cannot control. All this to avoid Ragnarok."

"No!" exclaimed Sindri. "I just wanted to help him… I wanted…"

You sighed as you looked for an excuse. Was he serious? You always found Sindri and Brok selfish. They had helped Odin create the object to take your wings, they had created Mjolnir to impress Thor, they created the Leviathan axe when realizing their mistake with Mjolnir. All this was done out of pure selfishness. You sighed, running your hand through your hair before getting out of bed to leave the room, telling the dwarf to leave it alone. But before you could walk out the door, Sindri grabbed your wrist, stopping you and turning you towards him. You looked at the dwarf surprised by what he had just done. He, who usually refused to be touched or to touch anyone, didn't hesitate for a single second and he looked at you with despair.

"Please (Y/N)… don't tell Brok. He… he doesn't know and he shouldn't know," he said, looking at you in despair.

“I wouldn’t tell him anything,” you replied, eyeing Sindri seriously. "It's not my place to tell him. But know one thing, secrets always come out."

You release your wrist from Sindri's hand, leaving the room to go to the main room to see Mimir, Freya and Kratos returning from Migdard.

"I have news," Kratos announced, making everyone in the house gather together. "

"Ooh! Did the Norns tell you how to get Atreus back? Do we have a plan?" Sindri asked, returning behind the counter of his forge.

"The Norns say Atreus will be killed by Heimdall. The plan is to kill Heimdall first."

"Oh. Wow. Okay. Heimdall."

"Kill Heimdall? You have a one in a billion chance of doing it," you said, sitting down on the counter. "You have a better chance of killing Odin than of killing Heimdall."

"What Maud means is… he's never lost… he sees absolutely everything coming… unpopular at parties… this won't be easy," Sindri explained.

"Whatever his advantages. I will overwhelm him with my own," Kratos replied.

“THAT’S the idea!” Brok exclaimed, laughing. “You gotta overpapulate his sense, see?”

"And how do you plan to fight Heimdall. He will absolutely see your every move and he will parry the slightest of your attacks.," you said, crossing your arms on your thighs.

"Don't worry about that! I just got the thing in mind to help him do it.," Brok replied, moving closer to the counter and Sindri. "Sindri! Go get Draupnir!"

You tensed up when you heard the name. You turned to the Huldra brothers, watching them discuss what they could do with Draupnir. You couldn't believe it, so it was them who had stolen this damn alliance which is increasing tenfold. Mimir exclaimed that he knew it was his damn dwarves who had stolen it and that because of them, Odin had blamed him for Draupnir's disappearance. Tyr was quick to make this known, approaching the counter, also repeating that it was the dwarves who had stolen it. As Sindri walked away to fetch Draupnir, Brok explained that they hadn't stolen anything, that they had just taken back a gift that they should never have given in the first place. You couldn't believe it, but was it really that surprising? You sighed, running your hands over your face, massaging your temples which were becoming sore from hearing everyone talking at once. You heard Tyr disapprove of the fact that Kratos was determined to kill Heimdall and that violence was not the solution. You heard Kratos reply that he understood his way of thinking, but that he couldn't leave his son in danger and you heard Freya trying, as best she could, to calm them down.

All of this was really starting to get on your nerves.

You were grateful when Sindri returned with Draupnir. Brok approached his brother, holding out a bag for Draupnir, announcing that he was taking over.

“How long will it take?” Kratos asked as he approached the dwarves.

“We'll have to go to Svartalfheim to get the rest of the materials,” Sindri explained. "Not to mention we'll have to visit: The Lady."

The Lady? She still had her forge after all this time? Although, she has always been an immortal being. You sighed seeing Sindri being relieved by taking out Draupnir and seeing him duplicate himself. Had he almost lost it? Seeing his brother hesitate to put Draupnir in the bag, Brok slapped Sindri's hand, making her let go of Draupnir. Sindri glared at Brok, rubbing her sore hand before turning to Kratos, telling him they could leave whenever he was ready. You watched Kratos, Freya, Mimir and the dwarves leave the house, leaving you alone inside with Tyr, but your husband quickly returned to lock himself in the closet that served as his bedroom. You frowned, getting off the counter and moving closer to the cabinet. You pressed your ear against the door, trying to listen to him, but there was no sound. You moved your ear away, putting your hand on the handle to try to open the door, but it was locked. You groaned, stepping back and looking at the door in confusion.

Why was Tyr locking himself in this damn room?

Why stay locked there for several hours?

It didn't make any sense.

You sighed, turning your back to the door to go back to your room. You stopped in front of your door, taking one last look at the closet door.

Now you were sure, Tyr was not your husband.

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

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randoimago · 27 days ago

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Day 16. Love Triangle Turned Poly, Felix x Reader x Sylvain

Note(s): A bit of angst, thinking it's unrequited love but it's not. Everyone is just an idiot.

requested by @beawesome04

Felix is annoyed by how much he likes you. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone. He hasn’t felt like his heart would burst each time you smile at him or laugh at something he said (which he wasn’t even trying to be funny).

Even accepting that he liked you was frustrating. He wanted to blame you for some magic gone astray. Or maybe the meat wasn’t cooked properly. But as hard as he tried to search for excuses, he knows that he can’t continue to push down his feelings.

At least, he thought that. And then he saw Sylvain.

His best friend since childhood, one person that hasn’t left his life even though he tried pushing everyone away. A man that also made his heart race so fast, he’d think it’s palpitating.

Sylvain, who he watches flirt with you. And you smile and laugh along. It makes his heart ache in a completely different way. But he knows Sylvain. He knows when the redhead is just playing. The look in his eyes towards you is not one for a fling. And who is Felix for trying to get in the way of that?

Sylvain has always only chased others because “it’s his duty” to spread his crest and make a powerful heir. Or whatever political bs that goes around at this academy.

And yet, when it comes to you, he’s not interested in testing your loyalty. He doesn’t want to know if you like him only for his crest. He’d laugh it off and say, “I knew it”, but his heart will be broken. It’d be rather ironic, the playboy having a broken heart.

But Sylvain hasn’t made any attempts besides flirting like usual. The reason? Felix. His best friend, a man that constantly shrugs off his flirting and thinks that Sylvain doesn’t mean his words. His best friend that doesn’t realize how Sylvain was chasing him before you. His best friend that also loves you. Sylvain might act like a carefree playboy, but he knows the look in Felix’s eyes. And no way in hell will Felix do anything to break Felix’s heart. Even if it means having his own break while watching the two of you together.

And it’s like that for a while. A frustrating situation of Felix wanting to be closer but stopping and Sylvain flirting “meaninglessly”. And you, caught in the middle of two men you’ve also learn to care for. But you don’t do much besides being friendly as you’ve seen how Felix looks at Sylvain when the playboy isn’t looking. And you’ve even seen Sylvain’s own soft looks towards the swordsman. The last thing you want is to ruin their relationship because you got in the way.

So, nothing happens between the three of you besides longing looks and wishing for more. And it ends up being a regret that nothing happened when Edelgard attacks the academy, and everyone has to go home to prepare and process the fact that you're at war.

“Will you two go flirt in a different room?” Felix snaps, unable to help it as you three are in the training area together, preparing for the final battles to hopefully end the war. Sure, Sylvain has been flirting with you and you’ve exchanged words back, but you didn’t think it was that bad.

You all met up again, relieved to see that each other is okay. But of course, with the stress of war adding to the tension that is still happening between the three of you, things would inevitably boil over.

“You could join in,” Sylvain retorts, causing a scoff from Felix.

“Please, as if either of you want me around.” That causes both you and Sylvain to be taken aback. You know Felix can be extra hard on himself, but this was new.

“Felix, of course we want you around,” you tell him. You don’t need to speak for Sylvain, but the other man looks so guilty and hurt that you do.

“So you can rub it in?”

“What is your problem?” You’re surprised by the harsh tone Sylvain has. You’ve heard it before when he chastised girls that eventually admitted using him for his crest.

“My problem is how you’re constantly flirting with each other and always state you’re being ‘friendly’. My problem is how I’m always given a second glance as if you’re pitying me for being a damned third wheel!”

“The second glances are because i don’t want to break your heart, you dastard!”

You’re definitely surprised with how heated things are getting.

“Break my heart? What are you talking about?” Felix scoffs and so does Sylvain. You see him open his mouth, but you step in to try and deescalate.

“I see the way you look at Sylvain, Felix. I don’t want to get between that.” Sylvain looks very confused by your words. You’re also confused to his reaction, but you continue. “And he looks at you the same way. I don’t want to-“

“What are you talking about? I love you both,” Felix interrupts, looking a tad annoyed that he was called out. “And Sylvain loves you. I don’t know how the hell you think he likes me-“

“Wait. Wait.” Sylvain cuts Felix off and you’re sure the swordsman is going to be more mad, but Sylvain sends him a look. “All of us are idiots.”

“Speak for yourself.” You can’t help saying and Sylvain gives you an unimpressed look.

“I flirt with you because i’m in love with you,” Sylvain says and you’re surprised by it. You hear Felix scoff and Sylvain continues before he gets upset again. “But I’m also in love with Felix. Have been for a long time.”

That makes Felix shut up, not expecting to hear that. “You love me?” He whispers, not quite believing it. “I thought you and-“

“I kept giving you second glances because I saw how you looked at them and didn’t want to ruin it for you,” Sylvain admits and your eyes soften at the two.

“Well, I think I should make my feelings clear too,” you say and the boys look at you. “I love you both. But i’ve seen how close you both are and didn’t want to ruin it.”

It’s silent between the three of you as the words process in all of your heads. It’s been a constant angst battle, thinking feelings were unrequited. But in reality, it’s the furthest from the truth.

“We are idiots.” You break the silence and Sylvain chuckles while Felix tries not to smile, instead pouting.

“If you didn’t want to break my feelings then why were you flirting? You made me think I didn’t stand a chance, jerk,” Felix huffs and Sylvain rolls his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, I’m an asshole. Now let me kiss you and make up for it.” You and Felix are taken aback by that and you watch as Sylvain kisses the swordsman. A smile comes to your face as you see Felix soften for once, watching him enjoy the kiss and his cheeks flush.

Sylvain pulls back and turns to you, smiling brightly. “And I’m not leaving you out.” You laugh a bit before Sylvain pulls you into a kiss too. You feel him melt against you, his hands holding you tightly to him.

“Don’t hog them to yourself,” Felix mutters and you feel Sylvain’s chest rumble as he chuckles against you. He steps back, holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

Felix kisses you and it’s a bit awkward, his lips are slightly chapped, but he still does his best to kiss you. He pulls back and there’s a small smile on his face, cheeks more flushed.

You three are idiots for not realizing each other's true feelings. But you’re definitely going to make up for it.

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i-smoke-chapstick · 6 months ago

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'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART FIVE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You discover Jervis has some skeletons in his closet. Perhaps literally.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. This part got some angst to it...the beginning of a whole mess. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader meeting Alice. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jim Gordon is STILL...Jim Gordoning. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - ‘PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN, - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, -'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “For you, I would cross the line.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Five minutes. Five minutes is all it takes for you to say, fuck that, I'm following them.

With Tabitha and Barbara doing god knows what, and Butch disappearing, probably to go take his anger out on some poor sap who tried to avoid tipping, you're left by yourself.

You always hated that pit of loneliness inside you. You had plenty of people in your life. Though, each one you counted, acted less like a friend, and more like a mentor of sorts. They were all either trying to parent you, or trying to guide you. Even Selina. You're a few years older than her. She still thinks she knows better then you.

Digging through your thoughts, your mind is made up. Besides, what if your dad tries something crazy on Mr. Tetch? He was ready to beat an answer out of him five minutes ago. You shudder.

Turning on your heel, you push through the people in the club. You hear the small noisy shouts of "Watch it!" and "Hey!" as you make your way out the back. You don't have the time to care right now.

You try to think about where they could be. The direction where Jervis turned. The rooftop. The balcony. It made sense in your head.

You finally hear your fathers distraught voice through the haze.

"So, what is it in Alice's blood that makes it so infectious?" He spits. "She doesn't look sick to me."

You peak through the window in the door. Watching the two standoff with one another. You're reminded of your mother telling you, you're such a curious little thing.

Then the ticking of a pocket watch makes your eyebrows furrow. You've heard that before.

"She's not sick," Jervis chimes, embittered. "She's powerful, sir."

"Powerful how?" Your father steps closer, and you watch on the edge of your seat. A pit forms in your stomach that something isn't right. "I need answers, Tetch."

"You deserve some." Jervis responds, half-heartedly, as though he really doesn't seem to care. "Do you hear my watch ticking?"

You watch in slow motion as it all falls down.

You see your father, listening, keen. You hear the ghosts of words on Jervis's tongue- speaking softly.

"It synchronizes with your heartbeat, yes?" Mr. Tetch sighs. You watch your dad zone out right before your eyes. With baited breath, you lean in closer. He's hypnotizing him. Why?

"Take out your gun and put it on the ground."

He could just be doing this to protect himself. You try to convince yourself. Dad has a reputation.

You watch as the gun clacks to the floor.

"Good," Jervis speaks, slowly. You feel your heartbeat quicken. "Now walk to the edge and climb onto the wall."

Fuck.

You're trying to comprehend the situation. You're frozen in place. There's no way your dad, or you for that matter, gets out of this alive. There's no way this is real.

This is Gotham, that voice in your head taunts. Anything's real.

You watch, as Jervis continues. With every insult, every remark, your father blindly agrees with him.

"I am going to count to ten. When I reach ten," Jervis has the gull to smirk. "You'll find everlasting peace."

Your fists clench.

"One."

You remember how your dad would come home after work on Fridays. He'd buy you pizza. Tell you to hide it from mom. It was your little secret.

"Two."

You think about how your dad looked when you told him you wanted to be just like him when you were older. Half happy. Half depressed.

"Three."

You think about how he's changed. Everything's changed. You wonder if a part of you wants him to die.

"Four."

You recount Jervis's words. He can only make a person do what they secretly wish to do. All this time, you thought you were keeping him afloat. The reason he was alive. His little girl. Were you never enough?

"Five-" Jervis begins, before a voice interrupts from behind you.

"Stop!" It's high-pitched, feminine. For a moment, you almost think you spoke. You see a woman march past you, opening the door. She ignores your presence, but offers you a scared glance. She has a gun in her hand.

You suddenly feel hot tears run down your cheeks. Were you crying?

Jervis whips his head around, and it's as though the world has been delivered to him on a silver platter. He marvels at the sight of the woman.

"Alice?" He breathes, not noticing your shaking form, still clinging to the shadows in the doorway. "Thank god! At last, I've finally found you!" You feel your eyes and throat burn, trying to keep quiet. You can't stop staring at your father hanging over the balcony.

"Tell that man to get off the ledge." She speaks, firm, but her voice breaks. So this is Alice, the woman he's been dying to find.

Between desperation and anger and anxiety you don't know if jealousy is an emotion you should be feeling right now. But it's buried deep inside the pile, beside yourself. Nothing feels right. It only makes your stomach twist more.

"Never mind him, put down the gun." Mr. Tetch puts his hand out to the gun. He reminds you of the boogieman you were scared of when you were younger.

"Mister! Get down!" The girl calls, and you feel guilty for feeling that twinge of jealousy. She's doing more to save your father than you are. The thought elicits another scared sob from you that you choke down.

"He can't hear you," Jervis assures her. His voice is gentle in comparison to what it was with your father. It's like how he was with you.

"Don't come near me." She stands, grip on the gun tightening.

"Why are you here if you don't want to talk?" There's something in his voice that breaks. It makes you hate him. Hate how much you still feel sorry for him.

The woman starts to cry, the same as you.

"Put the gun down, Alice." He urges.

"You're evil." She breathes, and you wonder if anyone's truly evil in the world. You think of your mom. You think of the man who tortured her into becoming what she is. "Leave me alone!" Alice screeches, and her grip on the gun starts to shake.

No, no, no, no. Don't you dare miss this shot. A part of you argues. A different part of you hopes she misses entirely.

"But Alice," He looks desperate. "I love you."

At those three words, the shot rings out. You close your eyes at the sound of him letting out a groan, and the bang that echoes through the balcony. You see your father loose his footing on the ledge.

Silence be damned, you think. You rush to your dad in the flurry of bullets. The woman continues to shoot at Jervis, scared out of her mind. He hurries away, heavily breathing. Before he parts, he catches your gaze. You don't make out the rest of his face. Just those dark eyes that have been haunting your dreams.

You and Alice both pull Jim back before he falls, tears staining both of your cheeks. As he steadies his footing, all you and her can do is look at one another. Your lungs frantically breathe for air.

When a moment has passed, adrenaline closing, your father looks at Alice. As though you're not even there. In a way, you don't blame him. In a different way, how could he know you didn't step in? He should be thanking god he's still alive to hug his daughter.

"Thank you." He tells her. He doesn't look at you.

The click of handcuffs is the only thing you hear as he grabs Alice's wrist.

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starillusion13 · 26 days ago

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FRIENDS!? Chapter 26

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Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere

Warning: mention of memories (nothing much just go with the flow).

W.C: 3.2k Network: @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

Currently you were sitting on the couch in a luxurious living room and guess what...Beomgyu, Star and Haechan were also around the room.

You didn't know before that Star and Haechan are Taeyong's cousins. Heck! Think what...you really don't know anything. You scoffed at yourself. You trusted everyone around you and in the end it turned out that each one of them knew about your past yet chose to keep quiet and watched your miserable state in front of them.

You glanced at three people inside the house with you. Star was impatiently looking at you, the moment you both met eyes, she was going to speak to you but you looked away to her disappointment. She looked so defeated and stressed. It was clearly evident that she was debating with herself whether the step she took was good or bad.

Taeyong patted her back and she pout at him when he smiled in assurance. Haechan was a bit clueless of all the situation in the beginning but soon he realized when he connected all the dots and the conversation between his sister and Taeyong. The young boy looked at you with pity. He could see the desperation of his two familiars for you, they were eager to help you out to know your past again. If the situation exacerbates for you, then also they are prepared to handle the consequences.

"I'm sorry..." you started and kept your gaze on the table in front of you. The picture was staring back at you, the one you had almost forgot about. You forgot a lot of stuffs, this is nothing new that everyday you will be remembering a lot from your past but Taeyong being someone so important and close to you was an unexpected event. "I shouldn't have gone there alone."

"you should be sorry because you know how worried Star and Beomgyu was." Taeyong was quick to scold you and you didn't say anything in return because of course it was you who was at fault. but why to blame you as anyone in your place would have reacted like that. and the way Taeyong approached you was more horrific. you looked up and stared at him.

"what do you mean by me being your step-sister?" you asked him, keeping a straight look but your wavering voice was giving away your exhaustion and fear.

Taeyong nodded, pulling himslef away from the wall where he was leaning, he approached to you, sitting beside you, all this time you kept your eyes on him. he took the picture in his hold, he caressed both the little girl and the boy's face.

"after this pic...I hope you remember me." he placed the frame back on the table and glanced at you and you nodded quickly. he was the one closest to you in the orphanage. why couldn't you recognized him back then at the meeting. "I missed you so much after that family adopted me. Mr. Lee who is apparently Beomgyu's father's investment partner."

you stayed silent. letting him to continue further.

"actually, there's a lot happened after that. nothing really related to your situation much but when I heard your name from dad one day, I eavesdropped on their conversation when they were having a meeting at our house. I couldn't understand what was the reason but then later found out that they were trying to eliminate you from their way of success. you were a hindrance but the matter was no one could do anything until you had turned 21 years."

Beomgyu chimed in, "dad never wanted to remove her. he cared for her even though he knew how she was the reason of his problem."

Taeyong chuckled, "don't trust them so much, Beomgyu. you never know why people act in a way to someone and what's the actual reason they are hiding. our dads have hidden a lot of secrets from us and I would suggest not to have blind faith on them."

he turned to you, "I came up with a plan that if I convince my parents to adopt you then it would be much easier. they had always considered my decisions because how intelligent and intellectual I was. I myself approached dad one day to say this and stated that you being the daughter would help him to get the share on his side. and, I knew how honest, pure and innocent you were. you wouldn't have denied to give those useless share to your dad and as you have always wanted a family, you could have got one."

he paused, brushing back his hair, you could see sadness in his eyes.

"Taeyong..." you held his hand in yours and he quickly turned towards you.

"you know I always wanted everything for you. I have always loved you as my precious one and I couldn't really accept myself leaving you behind at the orphanage. I was desperate to bring you to me." he craddled your face, "but now when I got you back. I promise I'll protect you from everything."

"but Taeyong...what happened after you told them." you asked him even though you wanted to stay and rest in his arms. you missed him too after he left you alone.

"someone was already ahead of us."

you asked, "who?"

"Mr. Kim."

"you mean Hongjoong's dad?" Star asked, in surprise.

you casted a glance at her, it's not him. there should be other people named as same but when Taeyong nodded, it gave away the answer you wanted.

"he already signed the papers and agreed to take her away from that place and vanished. no one knew about their whereabouts. my dad searched everywhere about their details but she and him were no where. it frustrated him so much and one day a mishap caused him to pass away. same way, mom couldn't take the pain of losing her husband and she left me too." taeyong said and wiped his eyes, sending a little smile to you.

"why did mr. Kim adopted me?...oh I guess the same reason...but who even signed up the shares under my name? I never had a family and all these are so confusing. and I heard from Beomgyu that something happened to me the year before he found me. who might have done that?" you were literally stressing out but the thing came out of Taeyong's mouth triggered you.

"his son...also the ones he adopted." Taeyong said and straight way stared at you.

you blinked and waited for him to deny what he just said. no way he was referring to someone else. other than them.

your boys.

the ones who care for you and can do anything to protect you harmed you.

but why?

"they wanted to corrupt you and get everything from you. they all are monsters in form of human." he scoffed and continued, "if only I knew that they were the ones who signed the papers under his father's name. the elder ones are the worst because they knew what to do and how to gain someone's trust. the way they befriended you and won your trust. I was angry at myself not to able to get you away from them. those masked monsters made us to drift apart."

you gulped, tears welling up in your eyes and some managed to escaped and streamed down the cheeks. harshly wiping them away, you stared at him to continue but Star again spoke up when Haechan excused himself to go back to his room as he was sleepy. this is his cousin's house and he was already familiar with everything around.

"they are not like, Taeyong...I know them for a long time. I agree that sometimes they behave unnaturally but that doesn't mean they are evils."

Taeyong shook his head and Beomgyu stepped forward and sat near you two, "I disagree with you, Star. I can't help help but to agree with Taeyong here. he is right. i don't trust them. I have heard from y/n everyday about them that how they treat her and how they always tell her to forget the past and then again apologize her for something they did and then repeating everything from past to get her memories back."

Your teary eyes looked at Beomgyu, he nodded in your direction and you inhaled sharply.

Taeyong added, "I thought you would remember me that day at the meeting but I was so sad that you were afraid of me and trusting them. I was teasing you in the same way I used to do at the orphanage but then I noticed you had forgot me and those monsters kept you in their grasp. i needed some time until you recover from the memory loss and today it's finally the day."

this is true.

even though you wanted to deny and stick to your point that whatever happened in the past must be forgotten.

if they did wrong then you don't want to remember it. you just want to live your life like in the present.

Taeyong suddenly engulfed you in a tight hug, your hands automatically wrapped around him, your sniffing increasing, but your breath became uneven and you closed your eyes tightly. the distorted images coming to life.

those faceless and dark nightmares coming to light.

their faces. those sharp and evil eyes at you. your cries echoing in your ears, their harsh grips, locking you up in the room.

Hongjoong's dangerous eyes and his dirty smirk at you when you tried to run away from their mansion. his harsh grip on your wrist still feels like burning your skin.

Seonghwa's kiss when he tried to calm you down. it was you waiting for Yunho to come to you but instead he came and that lead to him kissing you. you hated that the next day, he again mistreated you.

Mingi and Jongho...they were good to you but still they supported their brother. like you begged to Mingi to open the door and let you escape but instead he dragged you to the chamber. Jongho lied to you everyday. he told you that they care for you and love you but they tortured you in the name of care.

Yeosang, he is nowhere to the person you know. he is a psycho. he told you that he was selfish but he was more than that. he even wanted to kill his friends to get you.

you are well aware of San but he was the one who marked each torture on your body. you hate him. you hate him more than you had hated him.

you clutched Taeyong's leather jacket and he rubbed your back.

Yunho and Wooyoung are the ones who actually loved you. they promised so many memories. they whispered so many wishes. but in the end they were all fake. you shook your head, they were nice. you trusted your innocence to them. you gave up yourself to them. you trusted your life to them but in the end, they turned out to be the monsters.

the obsession of theirs made your paradise a hell.

"I don't want to go back to them...please...I want to stay here with you." you cried in his arms.

he planted a kiss on your head, "yes. you are now with me. you don't have to go back to their place again. we can shift to a different country where they won't get to us ever. I promise this time I'll be the one to end all these."

he looked at Star, "take her to your room. don't leave her alone. she needs someone close to her. this is too much for her and we need to prepare to go away from here soon."

she nodded and waited for you to stop crying. as soon as you stopped and pulled apart from Taeyong, she held your hands softly and took you upsatirs.

Beomgyu and Taeyong were left behind alone in the room.

"she really trusts you a lot."

Taeyong smiled, "because I was the first one to whom she got close."

"I hope I had met her before. we both could have protected her from them." Beomgyu leaned back and closed his eyes.

Taeyong looked at him, "do you love her?"

there was no response until a smile appeared on the younger's face.

"it doesn't matter because she has always loved someone else other than me."

both of their head snapped at the table when a phone started ringing.

your phone.

and, it's them calling you.

Taeyong grabbed the phone and threw it across the room.

after changing into comfortable clothes, you and Star was sitting on the bed. she was leaning against the headboard and you were laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling.

"if I were you...I would've think of them the same way. I know this is complicated but don't you want to confront them? why did they do that?"

you hummed but didn't reply. you felt a hand caressing your head and you closed your eyes, a tear line escaped from your eyes.

"can I restart my life again? from the beginning...with a fresh start like any other girl."

"of course you can. after you and Taeyong will move to another country. I hope you two will live the best life and these all will remain as some forgettable past. and we will go for more trips." Star tried to cheer up your mood even when she knew you were not in a condition to smile. but still you turned to her, giving away a small smile.

"I hope to never come across them again. I don't want to face them...i don't want to hear anything. just you three should be with me and nothing more."

Star smiled, "I'll always stay with you. You are my best friend."

"I hope we stay like this in the future."

"Of course, we will. you are not getting rid of me. also, y/n, go to sleep. it's late at night. Haechan and I have to go somewhere tomorrow, he wants me to buy him some stuffs. that idiot just knows to overwork me. if you want to come with us, you are invited. I don't know about Beomgyu and Taeyong but they don't want you to leave the house in this state."

you nodded slightly, "I don't want to go out anywhere but still i'm feeling suffocated inside. I want to roam around here, the place which I missed so much so I think I would go for a walk, just near the house. I promise i wont get far away."

"I trust you, y/n. go to sleep now. I'll buy a new dress tomorrow from the mall where my brother is taking me."

"you don't have to."

"you can't deny my love like this. sleep."

>>>><<<<

last night, even if you woke up three times yet it was different from the nights you woke up from your nightmares. you cried to yourself last night and then hugged Star and went to sleep again.

waking up in the morning felt so refresh, of course after crying at night, you feel different and moreover, today you have a lot in your mind and just need to go on a walk outside. just strolling down the street and buy some flowers because you love to do so when you want to be all alone or feeling down.

"where are you going?" Taeyong's voice made you look at the table in the lawn in the garden. the vast garden in front of the mansion was a refreshing view in the morning. you smiled at him and went to sit beside him. he offered a similar smile to you.

"just for a walk. I know you don't want me to go out but I need to get some things off my mind." you bit your lower lip in hesitation and continued, "also, they're not here so nothing can happen to me. if there's something I'll call you right away."

"fair enough." he nodded and went back to his laptop. you looked around the garden and noticed Beomgyu playing with a football, when you quickly got up, leaving your bag and phone at the chair. "now where to?"

"my small trip can wait for the evening. I want to play with Beomgyu."

you said and ran towards the boy.

"Gyu, let's play together."

he laughed and passed the ball to you, "do you even know how to because every time you have played, you hurt every part of your body. and, you look so silly."

you threw the ball at him, he caught it quickly even though it was sudden and it caught him off guard. "you need to shut up. if you had teach me well then I could have did well."

"well, miss y/n. this is a football, not a handball that you're playing pass pass."

"gyu, please stop with this nonsense."

he tosses the ball aside and approached you, cupping your face with a smile, "are you fine, y/n?"

"of course, Gyu. I have you. and Star. also, Now I got back Taeyong. we all can stay together and everything will be fine." you smiled up at him.

Beomgyu pulled you in a hug, "just know, you'll always have me. I always fear to lose you. you are someone to me whose worth is more than just a bestfriend. you are my y/n."

"I know, Gyu. I want to stay with you forever and you are someone to whom I'll always run to. I promise."

Taeyong watched you two from afar and a sudden thought came across his mind to which he shook his head.

Promises are meant to be broken...

>>>><<<<

the morning and the whole afternoon was spent with you having funit's evening and you're almost walking for an hour. well, most of the times, you sat on the benches beside the roads and then again humming a song and looking around the place. you even went to Mrs. kang's cafe. her treats are always the best, more when you're not in a mood for anything.

you went inside a flower shop, the bells tingled announcing your arrival in the silence of the sweet and soft essence of the flowers.

you picked up few flowers when a sudden voice made you drop the basket. you didn't turn back but closed your eyes, hoping that it was all just your imagination. it was not real.

but it was when his presence was just behind you and you flinched to his touch.

"y/n..."

"leave...I don't know why and how you are here but leave."

you didn't see but the hurt he felt when he noticed how your body was stiff under his touch and you flinched when he put his hand on your shoulder.

"I want to speak to you."

"But I don't," you turned around, your teary eyes glaring back at him, "But I don't want to say or hear anything. I don't even want to see you, Jongho. So, leave."

"y/n."

"don't utter my name from your mouth."

pearl, cupcake, angel, doll, pretty one, my lady, precious, little one

you hate these names.

grabbing the pendant of the chain from around your neck, you harshly pulled it and threw it in front of him, "take this fake promise with you. you all are liars. the monsters who just know to love themselves and the money. "

"no, y/n, it's not like that."

you raised your hand, "stop. don't speak."

he shut his mouth when you took steps to walk away from him. he stood there for a while, staring at the scattered flowers. the innocent petals all destroyed under your fear and rage, the same way they once did.

his gaze shifted to the pendant they gave you and he picked it up and closed his fist, tears slipping down his eyes, "I'm sorry, y/n. but you promised me to give a second chaance. then why are you running away?"

he decided to follow you.

meanwhile when you stepped outside the shop, you wiped your eyes, breathing heavily and still not believing that you met him again and here, are they following you? you scoffed in disbelief but your lips parted in surprise, not in a good way, it was a living nightmare for you.

across the street, he is standing, straight way his piercing eyes looking at you.

Seonghwa.

you didn't break the eye-contact, neither attempted to run, just stood there and stared at him. he was leaning against a car and he was wearing some dark colored denim jacket and pant, just in contrast with you light colored pastel top and pant.

the moment he stood straight and looked around the street, you knew he was coming to your side, but to your dismay, the moment you looked to your side, there he stood, Mingi was just in a nearby distance and to your back, from the flower shop entrance, you heard your name again.

"y/n, please let us explain."

you are now surrounded by three of them.

what are they doing here?

I bet the next two chapters are going to be your favorites

My evil ATEEZ IS BACK!!!!

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bitterkarmaa · 8 months ago

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Recognize

“I came back.”

The pencil freezes mid-word, hovering hastily over the paper as its owner processes the voice, noting how ragged and hoarse it sounds. With a soft sigh, he sets his writing utensil down, letting it roll across his uneven desk for a moment before stopping it with one careful claw.

“You still sound dead, my friend.” He moves the pencil back to its proper place, spinning in his chair to face his other self. His face falls into a frown at the sight of him.

They look more and more alike each time this other version is revived, it seems, as the oil that leaks from his mouth and the open wounds that cover his chassis perfectly reflect some of the more calm Eclipse’s own. It’s unsettling knowing that, in his dimension, he’s done horrid acts so cruel that, even in this state, no one is willing to help him.

But can he blame them? Not really.

The other lets out a raspy, humorless laugh that dies off into a fit of coughs before he can manage to spit out some sort of witty retort.

“Do they know you’re back?” He stands, moving swiftly to catch his counterpart before he loses his balance in his weakened state. Much to his surprise, he doesn’t pull away.

“How could they miss it? I wake up in that damn hall every time I come back! The only way to avoid them would be to prance off into the theater, but what good would that do me?”

With a soft hum, the more scarred of the two leads the other over to his own bed, helping him sit down on the nice, soft, plush surface. He pulls the chair he was previously sitting in over beside the bed, plopping down into it once it is situated across from his leaking, bitter self.

“You said it yourself: you’d be avoiding them.” He quirks a brow at the furious look the other shoots at him, a silent challenge hanging in his gaze, daring him to try and take on an opponent such as himself.

The other backs down with a huff, but makes no attempt at a reply. He keeps his eyes down, focused on the floor, glaring holes into its surface as if taking all his rage out through a single scowl. It doesn’t work; he’s still angry.

By the time he looks up, the vest the calm one wore is draped over the back of the chair, his medallion-esk object laying over it. He has gotten up and crossed the room while the other pouts, gathering a few bandages and other various medical supplies in hopes that easing his pain may make him more reasonable- if that’s even possible for him.

“What are you doing?” He asks incredulously, instinctively leaning away once the one-eyed version of himself approaches with the supplies.

The look he is given tells him that the answer should be obvious. “Helping you.”

His arm is grabbed and pulled before he can think to utter a reply, eyes flying wide as he begins to struggle on instinct for a few moments. A gentle hand comes out, laying on his shoulder, and he startles out of his frenzy just long enough to meet the eye of his better.

“You’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m trying to help.” He murmurs, so gentle, so soft, an echo of the way he wished the others would talk to him, if only for a day. One day. He’s hurt them, he gets that, he always has, but one day of positive recognition would’ve changed that. Just one. Is that too much to ask?

“You’ll hurt me eventually, whether you mean to or not.” He snaps, the twin white flames in his eyes flaring like viberant stars in a night sky.

“I’m quite careful. I don’t make mistakes like that.” His alternate quips lightly, tone both dismissive and reassuring. The injured one doesn’t know how he does that- makes his voice be two things at once. He doesn’t know whether to be offended or not. Could he have been insinuating that he was better than him? That he doesn’t make the mistakes that his alternative self obviously has?

His head hurts. Maybe he just needed to charge and avoid everyone for a while. Deep thoughts like that only made everything worse.

“How long ago did you wake up?”

He is startled out of his thoughts by the calm, curious tone of his better. A frown settles onto his face at the thought of his awakening, still fresh and just as unpleasant as the moment it happened.

“Two hours.” He mutters, refusing to meet the other’s intense one-eyed stare.

“That’s��not long. It makes sense that you aren’t fully functional yet.” The other says in response, beginning to solder the largest holes along his arms shut, wrapping them carefully with bandages to keep the still-mending metal in place and hidden beneath a protective layer of fabric, lest he get himself into more trouble.

“Fully functional? What does that have to do with anything?” He bristles in an almost defensive manner, moving to pull his arm out of his better’s grip. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much!”

“Are you?” That single amber eye glints with a silent challenge, the frown set on his face still as sharp as the sneer that reflects back at him.

That sneer falls into a grimace. Another pulse of pain radiates throughout his body, flowing through him like lava, uncomfortably hot. It sends a few more drops of oil down his face, feeling it bubble up in his throat in an all-to-familiar fashion. He’s tired of this. He had thought that pushing Lunar as far as he did would’ve been the end of it. As pesky as that little wretch is, he can’t deny the power he possesses. He had hoped that power would put a stop to whatever- whoever had been bringing him back. He had hoped they’d give up, just like him.

But they didn’t.

“I…I guess I’m not.” The admission doesn’t disgust him as much as he thought it would. It’s embarrassing, and degrading, but…also relieving, somehow. He’s not fine. He’s never been fine. The others back home don’t think he’s fine, either. That’s why Moon is forcing him into that god-forsaken therapy session with Earth once he’s in better health.

He just…doesn’t know what to do about it. Doesn’t know how to handle being ‘not fine.’

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” The better of the two begins, fingers still deftly wrapping bandages around soldered metal plating; “It takes a while to learn that. Even longer to accept it. I admit…I’m still working on it myself. But that doesn’t mean I won’t get there eventually.”

“I don’t know if I want to get there.”

The makeshift-medic pauses in his articulate wrapping. “Why?”

A hand comes out, grabbing hold of the wrist that hovers diligently over his unfinished work.

“I don’t want to go soft, like you.”

Clawless fingers dig into fancy sleeves, pressing into the mechanical wrist beneath. One eye slowly trails upwards until it finds the searing white pair above, staring quietly into that vicious glare for only a few moments before…this grin, wild and deranged, takes the place of the frown on his face.

The other can swear the lava that’s been running through him nonstop since he awoke has finally turned to obsidian.

“Soft? You think I’m soft, do you?”

Those white eyes widen, momentary fear striking him down and holding him in place. He pulls his hand back in one swift motion, holding it close to his chest as if having just been burned.

A clawed hand flashes out, but he…he doesn’t really care. The fear he felt only moments before fades into dull carelessness, hand falling away from his chest, head hanging and eyes closed as he awaits the blow.

Maybe dying in another universe again will finally end this. Maybe he can finally be free.

When the rush of air stops and he is greeted by not even a small twinge of pain, he feels rage instead of relief. His eyes open to find his counterpart…gone.

He searches the room in a deranged frenzy, wild eyes cast in every direction and yet seeing nothing. He doesn’t take in the blankets in the corner, or the desk that sits across the room, littered with disorganized piles of paperwork. He doesn’t take in the bed beneath him, the faded orange sheets or the pile of pillows that lay at its head.

He launches to his feet, balling his hands into fists at his sides, unsteady in every way possible- from his mind to his body, he can’t seem to get a grip.

“COME BACK!!” He shouts, the sound ripping itself from his voice box with a cry of static and exhausted feedback. “FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!”

Silence greets him, stilling the air with its all-encompassing nothingness.

His vision goes black. Flickers between color and monochrome, light and dark.

“The only thing I want from you is to DIE.”

His head shoves memories into his sightline, taking the place of the reality he had been trying to hold onto. Did he really want to hold onto it? Did he want any of this?

“Are you threatening me, Lunar?”

“STOP IT!!” He shrieks, bringing his hands up to tear violently at his eyes, willing them to either turn off completely, or bring him back to the present.

“I’m not threatening you, a threat implies I won’t do something.”

“STOP!” His voice crackles, ripping out of his voice box so painfully that he can feel the gears grind, feel the mechanisms claw at his throat.

“Take your shot you little bastard.”

“SHUT UP!! SHUT. UP.”

“Take your shot you little bastard.”

“SH-SHU-T THE F-CK-“

“Take your shot.”

“UP!”

He hacks up bits of gear and shrapnel onto the floor, oil oozing out of a hole now torn in his neck.

“Looks like I got more than this one life, huh?”

He slowly sinks down to the ground, knees colliding with the hardwood before the rest of his body follows, chest hitting hard enough to make him whimper. He doesn’t want all these lives. He doesn’t want control anymore, either. In all honesty, he has no idea what he does want, other than some peace and maybe a heated blanket to soothe the agony that pulses through him.

Everyone would say that he deserves this. Deserves to die over, and over, and over again. Deserves the hell he’s getting.

Maybe he does. Maybe that’s true.

Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe that’s false.

Maybe he just doesn’t give a fuck anymore. Maybe he just wants to leave this wretched world and all his mistakes behind him.

He hears the door open. He doesn’t care enough to look.

“When the hell did you get here?”

His better, closing the door and ushering others away. How kind of him.

“You- good grief, you’re a mess!”

I know.

“What happened? Did you come back already?”

I thought we already went over this?

“Can you hear me?”

Sadly, yes.

“Eclipse?”

I’m tired.

“Eclipse?!”

Can I rest here for a bit?

“Hey! Stay with me, here- goddammit-“

Don’t worry. I’ll be back. I just need to rest.

“You better not fucking die on my floor.”

I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, this is gonna hurt-“

I really am.

#karma’s bitter #karmas bitter but so am i #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams eclipse #kb eclipse #sams au #sams spoilers #kb special #?#yeah the ending is intense <3 #part 2?

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souryogurt64 · 27 days ago

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Besides jmont's involvement in this whole thing i think its crazy how little people connect pete to the split. It's not even like he was trying to hide his involvement, he was literally subtweeting ryan on main???Also of course he would be involved? he was their manager and as much as he probably did have a personal beef with ryan i think he was also pissed off that pretty. odd. (as much as it pains me to say this) flopped and that ryan didn't really care about how much money the band made and just wanted to make music he liked (which had next to nothing chance of topping charts in 2010) and siding with brendon and spencer was also a business decision that, as we know now, turned out to be mostly the right move as panic released 4 really successful albums without ryan.

So the fact that people just seem to not connect him to it at all is so ???? to me. I blame it on the babygirl-fication and he can do no wrong movement around him.

The J-Mont lore is insane.

Anyway, he wasn't their manager, he was their "artist and repertoire representative" which apparently is defined as someone who "is responsible for finding promising new artists for a record label or music publisher to sign" and "At smaller organizations, A&R reps act as an artist's link to the company and are responsible for signing the artist, guiding the artist's subsequent career, and representing the artist's interests within the larger organization. At most major labels, however, these duties are handled by A&R managers—the next step up the ladder." So, he wasn't really like. Responsible for them anymore, especially since later on it was more of a major label situation.

Anyway I agree with everything you said about it being a business decision, but I mean a lot of time has elapsed and he was in a separate band and is like famous for separate reasons. Also everyone views Panic through like a Ryden Lens which is understandable and was probably an equal if not larger contributor to the split. I would just rather talk about """P-Weezy""" and """J-Mont""" for three and a half hours than Brendon Urie lol

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yojeongin · 2 years ago

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DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS — 26: LAST NIGHT I DREAMT THAT SOMEBODY LOVED ME

→neighbor!jaemin x neighbor f!reader

genre: social media au, neighbors au, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, humor

wanring(s): jealousy, heart break, misunderstanding

wc: 3.2k+

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an: if he had listened to karina none of this would’ve happened… the butterfly effect and karma are real guys

White lies are meant to never hurt. They’re meant to avoid said thing and to help out but when it comes to what you and Jaemin have, one always ends up getting hurt. For the most part the affected party ends up being you.

As much as his friends and yours wanted you both to get out of this week-long rut and talk about what had caused Jaemin to act the way he is— neither took into consideration how fragile you had become over his actions.

Jaemin had been the first guy that you’ve ever felt this strongly about. Sure you had your fair share of past partners and loved some of them dearly but none of them made you feel what he’s accomplished in only three months. Now that joy and giddiness was dying over a misunderstanding he refused to talk about and was making things worse.

When Amiliah, Karina, and Mark had planned to have you two talk about what was going on, they expected the both of you to have a heart to heart. With input from Ami, the other two knew you’d need a bit of time to forgive Jaemin but that was about it. None really expected what in a matter of minutes was to come.

Through peer pressure and begging Ami and one of your coworkers had managed to get you out of the tiny restoration lab. All morning you had been stuck there, barely muttering a word to what your peers had found odd. After all, you were always a ball of sunshine at work. In their mind the best solution was treating you to lunch since their best bet was you being sad over your friend leaving in just two days.

Sure you were sad about Sunwoo, that was weighing you down as well but Jaemin pushing you away was only making it worse. If Sunwoo waited this long to tell you it was because he knew you were happy with Jaemin but now he didn’t help the situation either.

Spring was exactly two days away from starting, on the exact date Sunwoo was to leave. With such a reason, the sun shined brighter than before, the grass was greener, and the flowers that sat on top of the table Jaemin waited at illuminated his area.

He had been so concentrated on his website prototype that he ignored the ringing doorbell of the cafe when the group of three entered the shop. Karina welcomed you all in a sweet pitched voice when noticing the two girls she’d been anticipating to arrive.

Mark had taken the opportunity to tag along with his roommate to make sure the two of you talked. Right now he had been sitting on a stool beside Karina chatting her ear off in wait for your arrival. So like his young friend, his face lit up seeing you two and company, hopeful that this silent era will finally finish.

He really wondered what happened for his friend to become so cold towards him and you all of the sudden. While he couldn’t ignore Mark like he did you since they lived together, he did try his best to avoid him thus staying in Frou Cafe night and day in his free time.

The cafe was slightly packed, everyone in the area was on their lunch break and needed the quickest fuel they could find. While Amilah and your coworker talked about what to get, you remained silent looking around the cafe for an area to sit once you’ve all got your meals.

But in the moment you had done so, that familiar mint green hoodie caught your eye. The spring color complimenting the white tables and most of all the bright red roses that sat besides him.

As much as you tried fighting off that smile that formed on your face when looking at his frustrated one — the images for the prototype had been insanely low quality — you couldn’t help it. An intense frown always presented itself when he was frustrated with work, an inner tantrum going on inside of him.

You always found it cute how he acted in stressful situations. He never got mad if anything they bothered him and made him act childish.

Regardless, the universe had other plans for you and slowly your smile faded when a nice looking raven haired woman walked inside the cafe, annoyance on her face but fading when she saw Jaemin.

A smile had plastered replacing the annoyance, apologizing for taking too long with the call and properly greeting him with a hug. What caught you off guard is that he chuckled with a smile of his own, handing her a cup of coffee that by now might be cold.

Now it was you who ported a frown, a frown the two friends of his didn’t miss. Their enthusiasm had fallen when your smile did and now they were filled with panic.

“What are you getting?” Your coworker interrupted your train of thought. Your head was pounding and your chest felt heavy. Eating is the last thing you want to do. All you wanted now was to get out of there away from them all.

“I’m good, thank you.” You clear your throat, your voice meek and delicate. She smiled, shaking her head insisting but you didn’t want anything. If you felt like you’re going to expel bile right now, adding more into your stomach would make it worse.

By this time all three of you had reached the register with Karina and Mark looking at you with pity. Poor Ami had been clueless due to her gossiping but she could tell that something was wrong.

Turning to the two in front, Mark had signaled with his eyes to the scene that had broken your heart.

How clueless can Jaemin be to not even notice the two of you being there by now? He surely takes his job seriously. It’s worse that he’s conversing with laughter and hearing his pretty sounds make your chest ache more.

“It’s on me, don’t worry.” The third of the bunch pushes, smiling kindly to which you have to bite your tongue to avoid telling her to stop. But you manage to press your lips tightly and smile as kindly as you can, muttering that an americano is fine enough.

“I forgot to turn in a report to the manager, do you mind if I leave? He needed it before lunch, he’s going to kill me now. I’ll catch you at work, okay?” You tried to say in the most cheery voice you could but your voice was betraying you and with every syllable it kept breaking.

Your coworker knew the man was scary so she confused your weepy voice for fright and not for heartache. She simply nodded looking at you with pity, only different from the one from the other three.

She couldn’t even respond with words when you had bolted out of the shop, clutching tightly onto your sleeves to avoid letting it all out in front of everyone.

“Oh forgot to ask her if she wanted it sweet! Do you mind as—“ “On it!”

Amilah wasn’t going to let you leave on your own. She knew you better than anyone and though you didn’t want sympathy or comfort from anyone, she just wanted to make sure you’d be okay.

Glad enough that there was a park not too far from work and the cafe, Amilah found you sitting on a bench facing away from the street. Shooting a quick message to your mutual coworker to get her off both your backs; she sat besides you as silently as she could but you knew it was her. The strong smell of roses and amber giving her away.

Roses. Like the bouquet Jaemin had for someone else and not you.

A soft bitter giggle left your lips when remembering the image of the two greeting each other. How cruel can love be?

“How are you handling, honey?” She tries breaking in, scooting closer to give you more warmth. “Like a fool, Ami… You should’ve seen the way his face lit up when she came in.”

Your face scrunched up at the memory, your hands reaching for your mouth when the first sob came out, and your eyes began to prickle in pain from the hot threatening tears.

“Oh, sweetie.” She calls out, pulling you into an embrace caressing your hair the more your tears kept falling. “I don’t know why I thought he’d be different. He’s been such an asshole all these years. I feel like such an idiot thinking he was actually nice.”

The pain of your voice made her own heart ache. If she had never listened to Mark and Karina this would’ve never happened. Sure you’d still be sad over Jaemin but at least you wouldn’t be aching how you are now.

Your heart was swollen but not from happiness. It ached like never before and your entire body felt numb. What did you expect from someone that has treated you like garbage since meeting? From a guy who spent two years hating you over some petty argument and barely treated you like a human being until recently.

You should’ve never trusted Na Jaemin. Things were better when you two hated each other and never talked. With one conversation he had trapped your heart and now he was taking advantage of how delicate it was. Maybe your friends were right in thinking you were fragile, that is the only reason Sunwoo avoided telling you he was leaving after all.

With only two days for Spring to come and for his parting, Sunwoo found himself downtown leaving some transfer papers at his current club. Given it was near your job, he was going to take the shortcut through the park and surprise both you and Ami with lunch although the one ending up being surprised was him the second he reached the other side and saw his two friends despondent on a bench.

Panic bells rang in his head, rushing him to where you two were and crouching in front of you both. While you couldn’t even bear to look at him through angry tears in your eyes, Ami shot him a sad apologetic frown, continuing to caress your hair.

“What happened?” He questions, taking one of your hands and squeezing it softly for comfort. “Um…” Ami tries speaking but your sobs get louder at the idea of hearing it all again.

Sighing to herself, Ami cocks her head signaling him to stand beside her so she can whisper in his ear what went on. Through the back pain of leaning over to a short level, he ignored it if it’d help you.

“We saw Jaemin with another girl at a cafe and she’s completely distraught over it…” In a mixture of guilt and pain, Ami whispered. Not only is she going to comfort you over your broken heart but now she’s going to deal with Sunwoo’s rage.

Standing up straight with fire in his eyes, Sunwoo grunts with deep rooted anger within him. Walking around, the football player let out silent curses and plans on how he’d destroy your neighbor.

“That fucking asshole! Where is he now?! I’m going down there and I’ll bea—“ “NO!”

Through pained cries you interrupted your friend. The two of them looked at you confused as if this was someone else’s problem, you'd be the first one to encourage this behavior. But all you wanted to do now was get Jaemin out of your system.

“Please don’t… Let’s just— Don't do anything to him.” You sniffle looking up at Sunwoo. As angry as he is, he succumbs to your swollen eyes, frowning at what the man you’re protecting has caused.

“Let me cry it out right now and we all can ignore anything that has happened in the past months. Don’t tell the rest either, Jeno and Winter will most likely kill him if they find out. I don’t want to see him after this anyways.” You try laughing it off but sobs continue to fall. As much as you’re trying to act like it’s all fine, it wasn’t.

Na Jaemin has broken your heart once and for all.

The two reluctantly agree, both hugging you for comfort. “I’ll go check if Mido is still at the cafe, okay?” Amilah speaks, receiving a nod from you. Standing from her spot and walking behind the bench on her way back, Sunwoo turns to bid her goodbye.

In the instance he does, Ami stops, pointing at herself and behind her — to symbolize as Jaemin — pretending to punch the air letting him know that she’s going to take matters into her own hands.

The contortions her face made caused him to stifle a laugh, nodding in agreement with a smile on her face.

Now it was just you two alone.

Amilah had ran back to the cafe, panting when she crossed the threshold and finally catching the attention of the man who earlier didn’t notice you two before.

While Jaemin interpreted Amilah approaching him as a polite gesture to greet him, he smiled at her standing to greet her as well but he was soon caught off guard when she opened her mouth.

“You little shit, I told you if you did anything I’d beat your a—“

His face had filled with horror and now stood behind his chair seeking protection. If it wasn’t for Karina that had rushed to cover her mouth and Mark who held her back, she probably would’ve cursed him until his next life.

Karina laughed nervously telling the guests to ignore anything that happened while Amilah’s muffled words kept being blocked by her palm. “Let’s go to the conference room — Ow! Don’t bite me!— NOW.” She spoke menacingly, pulling Amilah along her while rubbing her hand against her apron hoping it’d sooth the pain away.

Jaemin didn’t get time to excuse himself from his client, ashamed of what was going on but regardless he trudged behind his friends and neighbor.

After unlocking the conference room and having everyone involved inside, Karina pulled down the blinds so customers won’t continue to meddle in their business. Glad that it was sound proof in case of any more screaming.

“I told you if you hurt her I’d beat your ass!” Amilah continued what she had been cut off from earlier, attempting to launch at Jaemin but once again was stopped when both Mark and Karina took a hold of her.

“Let me go! I’ll do it! I don’t care if I’m short!” She struggled in their grasp. “What are you talking about?” Jaemin finally speaks, confusion branded onto his face.

“Are you stupid or do you just like acting?” Ami spits out, finally freeing herself from their grasp after promising she wouldn’t claw his face off like she intended. “You’re here with another girl, have flowers for her, and don’t even notice that yn saw everything? Even, you kekeing like it’s all fine. You’re such a dick!”

Jaemin was aware of how the situation looked like now. If he was in your shoes he’d be as sad. “She’s just my client… Did you two know yn came?” Panic rose in his voice, looking between Karina and Mark exasperatedly.

Reluctantly the two nodded, ashamed looks on their faces. “You two know she’s my client, why didn’t you say anything?!”

“She ran out so quickly, what did you want us to do?” Mark answered, feeling anxious from the way things were going. “I told you if you had talked it out with her, things wouldn’t have come this far.” Karina lectured, disappointment decorating her face.

Amilah now stood a bit confused. Karina knew something and she needed to know now. Turning to the taller woman, Amilah squinted her eyes in distrust in all of them now.

“Spill.” She crosses her arms, causing the fear to shift towards Karina.

“Well… um—“ “I will make sure you never get to savor her flan ever again if you don’t speak.”

Now that was a way to torture someone.

“Jaemin heard yn practice how she’s going to reject him so he’s been avoiding her to not get attached and get his heart broken. I told him to talk it out since there’s no way she’d reject him, everyone knows she’s in love with him just like he’s in love with her!” Karina confesses in one breath, inhaling and exhaling sharply when her voice gives out.

With the way Amilah turned on her heel, the three could’ve sworn she was one of those haunted dolls in horror movies. There was a nefarious amount of anger in her eyes that they feared they would die in seven days after this talk.

While she contemplated what to scream at him now, Mark’s eyebrows furrowed thinking about what Karina had just said. He out of everyone knew you’d never reject Jaemin. So why would he think that?

Unless… Unless he had overheard you two talk the day before he started acting weird. Oh no… Jaemin had heard you practice with Mark on how to reject Sunwoo and now things had been ruined. It made it worse that he had encouraged Jaemin to confess to you not long before that conversation so of course he thought it was about him.

Now that explains why he was so cold towards him too. Jaemin thought he was being betrayed…

“Did you ever think about asking her?! Now things are worse because you don’t know how to deal with your insecurities, Jesus fucking Christ!”

“I-I…”

Jaemin couldn’t speak, the cats had eaten his tongue. Amilah had always been the sweetest person but now she’s showing to be very intimidating.

“Jaemin… she wasn’t practicing to reject you. I— Okay, I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone but she thought someone else was going to confess and she was scared about it so we practiced for it but it was never you. She really does like you— a shit ton.”

Mark tried to not show how hurt he was over Jaemin thinking he’d ever betray him but his entire body was a traitor (like Jaemin thought he was). Now it wasn’t just one person he had hurt but two he held dearly.

Taking a seat in complete shock, Jaemin props his elbows on the table, fingers raking through his hair in horror of what his insecurities have done.

“I need to see her.” He whispers, looking up at Amilah who by now found herself at the door of the conference room, having enough of what had happened.

She scoffs, shaking her head, “She doesn’t want to see you ever again so good luck.” With that, Amilah slammed the door behind her. She knew the other two tried helping both you and Jaemin but things had gone downhill and only a miracle would help this be fixed. That or your love for him.

She also wanted to avoid the gloominess of that room. With Karina’s guilt, Mark’s too along his hurt feelings, and not to mention Jaemin’s overall destruction— it was best to avoid anyone involved with him.

They all just hoped things could be mended with you but who knows. You’re losing a friend in less than two days and now you’ve lost the love of your life.

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 month ago

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Sharing a darling

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Naoko & Kazuya ] [ Pumpkin Night ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just for entretaiment

⚠️ This contain heavy spoilers

I wasn't able to not write about the way across the main story, my mind just told me that it was a blasphemy to do it soooo this is write since the start of the manga... sorry... I love it anyways, hope you enjoy it too dear reader 🖤

It isn't too surprising that the two of them end up falling in love with you, it has being only the three of you for a long time after all. The first who catched feeling for you was Naoko, you were so kind to her being her friend, never judging her and, perhaps, even sharing her likings, it was just matter of time for her to love you, while for Kazuya it take a little longer, he was drag around by Naoko along with you, it was thanks to her that you two met and for him was also just matter of time for him to see how of a beautiful person you truly are, catch feelings for you too

Naoko was well aware of her feeling for you and embrace them with a smile, and it was also her who noticed the growing feelings of Kazuya for you, it was a surprise and it make her nervous at first, acting a little possesive and pouty when he was around you but after a sometime of thinking she just realice that Kazuya will not dare to do anything against you nor her, besides, Kazuya is the only one person she trust enough to let her darling with

Slowly both grow to have a silent agreement to share you since both like you with the same intensity and the other is the only one who they trust. Even when they felt like living a dream life that beautiful dream was soon broken the moment Naoko was taken away to the mental hospital. It was this whole situation what lead Kazuya to finally realice his feelings, he have lost one of the people he cares the most and nothing assure that those jerks wouldn't go against you too, leading him to me more protective over you and even paranoid

Kazuya spend all his time at your side, cursing himself for being a coward who wasn't able to protect Naoko, promising to himself that this time he will protect you with his life, slowly taking you apart from everyone for feeling paranoid, but still trying his best to keep you happy at his side

When Pumpkin Night arrived and started its hunting he was even more scared, he was scare that this person may try to kill you like with the others, feeling his heart stop everytime you were separate from him. But it was Naoko's stubborness that end up leading her to aproach you and reveal herself to you and Kazuya, wanting nothing more than have you in her arms again and tell you how much she had missed you, even if her hands are now bloodstained she is still the same Naoko who loves you with her whole life, she even thanks Kazuya for taking such good care of you

Still, the little dream was broke again when Naoko was almost killed, Kazuya end up finishing what Naoko started due her paranoic state, he was blaming himself for every that have happened and if he wants to stop being a coward he needs to finish the job, for yours and their sake

Being away from you was a torture for both, even if Naoko lost her memory for a while she knew something was missing, and Kazuya wanted nothing but destroy the mental hospital for keeping him away from you, and, honestly, it was just because you were with Matsui that Naoko found the strength to fight to free Kazuya, she knew that he loves you as much as she does and it would be unfair to leave him suffering like this after all he has done for both, so Naoko promised you to come back to you along with Kazuya so the three of you will be able to finally live your happy ever after (and threating Matsui to make sure nothing bad happen to you)

After all the mess that have happened during the battle in the mental hospital the first thing Naoko and Kazuya did was run to your side, taking you in their arms and crying their heart out, both expressing how much they have miss you and how much they love you, how you are the only light of hope that have being leading them to continue and how they can now life together

Honestly, since the start you have being dragged for them to their lifes and that will not change, you have no option nor room to protest (let alone after all what happened), now that Naoko and Kazuya finally have you nothing and no one will be able to set you apart again, both will make sure of that

Naoko and Kazuya cares so deeply for each other that are able to work perfectly together for the sake of their beloved darling, both know that the other love you with the same intensity and wil do everything to protect you, so they have nothing to fear. Normally they don't feel jealous of each other, they are completely willing to share, but if one feels like being left behind they will express it imediatly, while Naoko gets pouty and touchy Kazuya gets more possesive, holding you in his arms and covering you from everything else, but they can easily clear their problems

Naoko and Kazuya are completely capable to share you with each other, but only them, no one else is allowed to even get close to you (the only exception is babyface and still Kazuya tent to put himself between you two), you are allowed to talk to the others and relate to them but they hang by a thread, if they do as much as thinking on doing something weird or get too close they quickly get punished, Naoko and Kazuya will not hesitant to get violent to anyone who dares to get between all of you (even if is their ally, they have to learn that you are untochable, by the good or the bad)

Despite being kidnapted and insolated by the rest of the world Naoko and Kazuya are loving and really caring, they are living their happy ever after and they want you to be happy too, willing to fulfill any wish you have (as long as it doesn't involve leaving them), you can do whatever you want as long as you include them in your plans

#pumpkin night #pumpkin night x reader #naoko kirino #naoko kirino x reader #naoko x reader #kazuya makino #kazuya makino x reader #kazuya x reader #yandere naoko kirino #yandere kazuya makino #x reader #x gn reader #manga x reader

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kerubimcrepin · 9 months ago

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Episode 34 - Heads for no Tails (part 2)

TW: child neglect & parentification discussions, hardcore to the mega level compared to the usual. I don't know if this warrants a warning, but yeah.

He is never beating those second tea straw drinker from the ova allegations.

Obligatory Pointing Out Food Moment not pictured, because I am already flying close to the sun with the image limit: Cereal.

His second fear after "not being able to eat without help" is not being able to fish, and that scares him more. He is so real for that.

In this situation, my first concern would be no longer being able to do gaming, personally.

He is so "single mom with an undiagnosed anxiety disorder" coded that it makes me want to do unspeakable evils upon him.

Joris's ass is NOT being calmed or soothed.

I guess he managed to get afterwards anyway, even after Indie bribed that one wizard.

Guy who likes to learn about french culture: [Nodding] oh so you can drink coffee at night both from a bowl and from a cup.

Finally he understands just how bad things are. And it breaks him.

I think, one of the most infuriating things one can experience as a child, is being in a bad situation while everyone else is pretending that you aren't.

It's obvious that adults are pretending, but it feels less like they do it to keep you calm, and more like they're trying to keep themselves calm, by denying what is happening to you.

And that's sad. He probably feels like, despite being the one in danger, he must pretend not to be scared, so that the adults in his life don't completely fall apart on him. Not only is he in mortal fucking danger, he has to be their Emotional Support Joris.

Joris must be... fed up with this. Just a little bit.

Despite how bad things are, he's comforted by this.

But then Kerubim ruins it, by forgetting how things are, for a second.

And instead of, y'know, bending down to hug him, he awkwardly leaves him hugless after, yet again, denying the gravity of the situation, and jokingly blaming Joris.

This episode is madness inducing to me in all the following moments. The way Joris's expression shifts immediately after Kerubim leaves? He's not stupid. He knows things are bad. He knows Kerubim knows, and that he's just pretending. And obviously... that's a bit annoying.

The fact that the one person he can talk to about this is his pet is even more heartbreaking to me.

BEST moment of the series. If Kerubim says stuff like that more often, I'll be kissing him and swooning and stuff.

I already pointed this out previously, but the inn he received the restraint in, is in Astrub, and has been shown before. I won't add a screenshot due to the image limit, and some heavy stuff coming in, but now you know that.

Also, he's drinking bamboo milk in said inn. Very committed to that milk alcoholism, he.

While Kerubim left him, Joris doesn't seem to have made even an attempt at sleeping. He's just been... staring at the ceiling. God.

I will be insane here, for a second, and ask a question: Do you all think that Joris is genuinely happy to see him, hoping that he's brought good news, or is Joris putting on a brave face? Because personally, I like both interpretations.

It was an awfully quick switch between "staring lifelessly at the ceiling" and "hiiiii papycha :))))" which is why I had this thought.

From one extreme to another... While denying that something bad is happening was a bad move, I think it could have been more beneficial to ease him into it with a "this is bad, but we'll keep trying to free you."

Then again. I suppose Kerubim would feel guilty, if he thought he was giving Joris more false hopes after acting irrationally cheery all day.

There's something very specifically tragic about this, because protecting Joris has always been his mission, even if he has failed at it repeatedly. Let me remind you:

Kerubim is an orphan. Empathising and seeing himself in little, helpless, parentless things is kind of his thing. And so is wanting to protect them.

Besides projection, and knowing how bad this could turn out from personal experience, I think Kerubim adopted Joris due to guilt.

We know that, for ten years, he was under the impression that he killed Julith. Even if he thought Julith was going to destroy Bonta — being an orphan himself made this memory something very personal, and very haunting: He was now guilty of doing the exact thing that ruined his and Atcham's early life to a newborn baby. He held him in his arms, either shortly before, or immediately after, killing his mother.

Obviously, he would want to shelter him. To somehow make up for the harm he did.

Besides that, Atcham has been put forth as a foil for Joris, and a sort of reflection for his relationship with Kerubim.

Joris is weird looking, so is Atcham, but Joris tries really hard not to feel like it's a flaw. It would make sense for Kerubim to have tried to change himself and cultivate a very accepting environment, to protect Joris from whatever Atcham went through.

It was always about protecting Joris to him.

He probably knows he's been bad at it, even if he won't say that out loud.

He's just human, parenting is hard, and he had a sad, sad life. Even if it made things worse for the two of them, and even if I make fun of him a lot in these blogs, it's realistic and tragic. Being bad at this, and sometimes just utterly failing Joris, doesn't make him a bad person. That's just how life is.

...And considering the way Kerubim and Atcham themselves turned out in an orphanage, — chances are, Joris was still better off growing up like this, than growing up without a home at all.

So how sad it is, that not only has he seemingly failed as a parent, but also, failed at the exact thing he became a parent for?

I think it's just as tragic that all Joris can manage, despite being the one whose life Kerubim essentially ruined by his negligence, is to push down whatever he is feeling, and be the brave one to try and comfort him.

...It's probably the first time he's seen Kerubim this openly distraught. Obviously, he'd want to comfort him.

All of this to say: I love them, and their uneven, realistically mentally ill single parent-single child bond. And if something profoundly bad happens to them in Wakfu season 4, I will kill everyone in this room, and then myself. (I say this, despite them being alive and well in Waven. Which happens after season 4. I'm insane.)

#ep34 #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #joris jurgen #kerubim crepin

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jewishbarbies · 17 days ago

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One of the things I don’t understand/agree with when it comes to Biden is his handling of I/P. And disclaimer, this has nothing to do with voting, I already voted for Harris (early), this is a seperate issue.

The hostages. Besides their Jewish ethnic background, a lot of those people are first and foremost American citizens. Shouldn’t the government be doing everything in their power to find them (hopefully alive)?

From what I googled, the plan to get them back is to have a permanent ceasefire. I think it’s pretty clear that that’s not going to happen though. Biden said that Netanyahu is not cooperating when it comes to this, so I tried to understand why Bibi would not cooperate and honestly, I sort of get it.

And this is not me on Bibi’s side or anything of the sort, but assuming this is his line of thinking, if I was the leader of Israel, why the fuck would I make a deal with a terrorist organisation? Who the fuck makes deals with terrorists? Hamas is only going to accept a deal that favours them, and none of that would be good for the people of his country, so there’s obviously no ceasefire option.

So if that’s the situation, why doesn’t the US have a Plan B? It’s been over a year. Israel and Hamas have made it very clear that a permanent ceasefire is not possible (at this point), so what’s next? Are they just going to leave them there?

Is the plan to beg and plead for Netanyahu to agree to a deal (which he will not do)? Is that it?

Idk, I just feel like we used to do more for hostages and POW. I’m not expecting guns blazing, boots on the ground, Saving Private Ryan Call of Duty style type shit, but why is the US not acting? I’m just confused.

yeah, the way it’s framed as if the hostage situation is purely an israel problem when american citizen(s) are involved definitely feels like the Biden admin’s attempt at keeping blame/responsibility off of them, specifically leading up to the election while Biden was still running. now there’s less pressure with it just being Kamala, but it’s still so off to me compared to previous american hostage situations. it felt like Hersh dying was an afterthought not just to Biden but to most Americans. like the “yes very sad. anyway-“ meme. idek what to do differently as far as action, considering how touchy the whole situation is and Netanyahu purposely fucking up ceasefire talks, but at least ACT like you’re upset about it?? act like you’re trying to help negotiate on behalf of OUR CITIZENS?? it’s been a lackluster response as a whole since the beginning for me.

on the topic of “we don’t negotiate with terrorists”, that’s really fucking dumb. because you have to negotiate to at least some capacity if you want your citizens back alive. swallow your pride and come up with a compromise that will bring them home safely. I know it’s very complicated, but Netanyahu’s tough guy act is fucking annoying when literally everyone is screaming to bring them home. hamas is never going to let them go or give them back without a deal of some kind, that’s just a fact. so, do we want them back or not? we can’t continue to pretend we do when we’re actively refusing to negotiate and acting like it’s only the other guy’s fault. there’s been some rescues, but they killed hostages when then learned we were onto them. that’s too big of a risk. those deaths could’ve been avoided with a deal and if Netanyahu is admitting he’s not going to negotiate seriously, it’s on his hands, too.

#Asks #anonymoose #antisemitism

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0alanasworld0 · 2 years ago

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Soulmates (Yassine Bounou x reader) *request

Request: Hey, honey, hope you're doing well!! I'd like to make a request with Bono, if it's okay. Maybe a story about yassine and the reader being really close friends and reader goes to watch one of his matches and by the end of it, when they get to meet, she's just so super proud and happy that she ends up kissing him. She thinks it's deathly embarrassing but he's SO happy and it's all fluffs and sweetness from there. Thank u, love ur blog!

Warnings: painfully fluffy fluff

“Hey! Give that back!” you whine as you try to jump and grab your pen. Your height or lack thereof really didn’t help you at times like this. You’re jumping as high as you can on your tiptoes while the perpetrator laughs, holding it over your head. Tears begin to form until your saviour makes his entrance, grabbing the beloved glitter pen from the other boy’s hand and pushing him away.

He scurries off quickly as your hero watches his movements, eyes narrowed. When he’s gone, he delivers a friendly smile and holds out the pen so you can take it. You narrow your eyes in slight suspicion but he remains steadfast while you slowly reach your hand out again. This time, to your delight, there’s no little trick at the end that would surely have seen tears fall down your cheeks.

“That's really pretty!” he says and you giggle, nodding your head vigorously.

“Thanks! My ma got them for me! I have loads more in my bag! Wanna see?” you offer to your new-found friend. You jump in delight when he nods and drag him by his wrist to where you’ve hung your bags.

Minutes later and you’re both under a large, shady oak tree colouring in a book you have decided to share. Your teachers look on in surprise and in sheer awe of the cuteness of the situation. You, little you, the quiet recluse who never wanted to share or talk or interact is all of a sudden laughing loudly and playing together with a friend. Who’d have thought?

“Do I have to tutor you, Yassine?” you sigh with exasperation. It’s a shame that your friendship with him drifted over time but what annoyed you greatly was the fact that you would always hold affection for him in your heart. What annoyed you even more was that fate would always bring the pair of you back together again so you could never truly let go of those feelings. Not close enough to ever act on those feelings but close enough so that the spark was always there. Having him any closer, you worried that those feelings would grow far too strong over the level you were comfortable with.

“Oh habibti play nice! Not everyone can be good at everything like you!” he remarks, ruffling your hair as he walks beside you. You huff and readjust the books you’re holding, your tote bag falling off your shoulder. Yassine, ever the gentleman, grabs the bag and carries it for you as you make your way to class together. Quite a risk given his friends’ childish behaviours: the bag is very… you. It's handmade and embroidered with pastel coloured threads throughout; travel-themed with your name in fancy script under a world map on one side and on the other side there’s a cheesy quote you always liked. It’s a beautiful bag but it hardly fits the manly man image he’s curated for himself. He was annoying in that he didn’t care: that image meant nothing to him and if he had to let it go to do the right thing, he wouldn’t hesitate. No amount of teasing from his friends would change that. You couldn’t blame everyone for having a soft-spot for him, you did too.

“See! I’m always such a saint to you! You’re seriously going to let me fail at life after everything I’ve done for you?” he exclaims, placing a hand on his heart and nudging your shoulder lightly. You walk a little faster, as if that were going to do anything. He obviously matches your pace.

“Yassine, you’re set to be a pro footballer, I don’t think you’re going to be failing at life with those Cs!” stopping to finally look up at his face. His stupid, handsome face. And he’s making those puppy eyes that you could never resist and he holds your hands gently on his own. A small smile makes its way onto your face, that seems to be a reflex whenever you are around him.

“Fine.” you say and he immediately envelops you in a tight hug, spinning you around before you can continue the sentence. You shriek, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Yassine, you big lug! My stuff!” he quickly puts you down, apologising profusely and smoothing your hair down. Mind you, his arms are still wrapped around you but your feet are on the ground at least while he rocks you back and forth.

“You’re the best!” he sighs

“I know.”

You’re both currently sat on the floor of your bedroom with papers, flashcards surrounding the pair of you as you explain the harder parts of organic chemistry to him.

“Okay okay okay give me a second… the product is… less basic because the benzene ring delocalises the lone electron pair and… makes it… less available?” he tries, one eye closed as he looks up, trying to recall the basics of it.

“And what makes the other product more stable?” your eyes widen with hope, urging him to continue.

“The… methyl group?”

“Why?”

“The uh… oh god i always forget this one… uh… the… positive inductive effect?” his voice gets a little higher, unsure if that was something he just made up or if he actually managed to remember the correct term.

“Yes!” you exclaim excitedly, pulling him in for a hug. His heart beats a little faster and his reaction is delayed by a split second. You were not a hugger. Never have been. In all the time he’s known you, physical touch was something you tried your absolute hardest to avoid. As far as he’s been concerned, the only people you can tolerate it for are your parents and him. It was something he took pride in. You still held onto that affection for him years after saving you when you were kids, even when you drifted apart. You still felt comfortable enough around him to express your joy through physical touch. You still held him higher than everyone else. It was less of a challenge for him; he was affectionate with everyone, that just came naturally to him but in his mind it was always different with you. Always held on for a second longer, squeezed a little tighter, let his hand linger for a while in a way he wouldn’t dream of doing with anyone else. Drifting apart hit him the same way it did with you, your hearts yearned for each other but your heads over-thought it all: “give them time; if they wanted to talk to you, they would!” you shared those voices in your heads, the synchronicity proving to be disadvantageous for the pair of you for once. But it was fine because like you said, fate always found a way to bring the pair of you together again.

He lets go of the hug and you’re confused for a second. He jumps up onto your bed, laying down to get comfortable, and pats the spot next to him. You cock your head to the side as you eye the spot, rather small but you’re gonna have to make do. You slowly hop in as well but it's a tight squeeze. He grows sick of the shuffling and pulls you directly onto him. If this were anyone else, alarm bells would be ringing in your head and you’d be out the door but it's him so if anything, you’re more at ease. You rest your head on his chest and let his slow heartbeat soothe you, he hikes one of your legs up over his waist and your arms wrap around his neck.

“This bed has gotten smaller.” he huffs. You narrow your eyes as you look up at him.

“Yassine, you’ve been growing at an exponential rate for the past 3 years, what did u expect?” you say incredulously. You smile at the feeling of his chest rumbling when he laughs. You stay like that for a while, basking in each other's company after spending far too long keeping yourselves away from the other. The peace is interrupted by the ring of his phone, one arm stays around you while the other reaches into your back pocket where you kept the distracting device. You squeak in surprise as he pinches you lightly. You suppose he still isn’t overjoyed by you taking it from him.

“Oh that's my mum, wants me home for dinner.” he says dejectedly, kissing the top of your head before lifting himself up. You untangle your limbs, already missing the warmth he brought you.

“Same time tomorrow though?” he looks at you expectedly before walking out of the door and you look at him, confusion apparent in your eyes.

“I thought this was a biweekly thing?” you question.

“I think I could do with some extra lessons.” he shrugs, nonchalantly. He hopes you don’t see through the facade, he’s almost certain that he’s ready to ace his tests now but he just wants to spend more time with you. If that meant playing dumb and having you explain the same concepts to him over and over again, so be it. You were far softer than your exterior let on, you had a lot of patience for those around you, in fact. It was never an inconvenience for you to help others out and you wouldn’t dream of getting annoyed at someone for asking to re-explain something, even if it felt obvious to you. Another thing he absolutely adored about you. The pair of you admired each other in infuriatingly equal amounts, it's what made the distance all the more baffling to those around you.

You’re suspicious of his reasoning, he’s getting the hang of it all and you’ve seen some of his most recent self-marked papers: he’s doing well and he’s not the best at hiding it. You nod anyway because again, you’re thinking in the same way: you want to spend more time with him.

As he goes to leave, you remember something.

“I have my piano lesson tomorrow!” you meekly call out and he turns around.

“Just text me when the teacher leaves. If I bring my stuff, can we work there and go home together?” he asks hesitantly. You smile and nod, he lets out a sigh of relief, smiling back at you. He heads out uninterrupted this time and you don’t have a reason to call him back this time, much to both of your disappointment.

He may have already had that planned out, you’ve been on his mind a lot more recently and as the memories of you playing for him after a bad match resurfaced. He yearns to hear you play again. To watch your cute, concentrated face and graceful hands as the beautiful melody fills the room. There were so many things he missed out on by keeping his distance that the need to relive all of it has become unbearable. He even missed your grade 7 recital. Achieving that grade was a big deal for you and while you didn’t invite him, he feels as if he should have taken it upon himself to go rather than spending the night celebrating the match win with his friends. You’ve never needed to ask him to do these things before, what changed? He still beats himself up for it but he was going to do whatever he could to make it up to you, even if you in fact didn’t hold anything against him.

“Have you had enough yet?” you ask teasingly as you finish the 6th full-length piece after having finished studying with him. Literature this time and he insists that he needs the music to will away the headache that analysing pretentious poetry caused.

“Absolutely not, another.” he waves his hand at you dismissively and you shake your head with a small laugh. Now that's true music to his ears, if only he weren’t sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the wall. He remedies the problem by hauling himself up and sitting with you on the stool, he rests his head on yours with a pout. You can’t see it but you know. You begin playing another one of your pieces from the ghibli sheet music book that he got you. You didn’t know it was him, however: he gave it to your parents and asked for it to be wrapped up for your birthday but insisted that they didn’t tell you who it was from.

He’d gone to the Japanese novelty store that recently opened out of curiosity, because it reminded him of you and the first thing that caught his eye was the sheet music book proudly displayed in the window of the store. His mind immediately goes to the group sleepovers you had as kids. Every time it was your turn to pick, it was always a ghibli film or his beloved Iron Man. He’d grown attuned to your true preferences and on his turn, would also choose them; partly to see your ears perk up upon hearing his choice and also to impress you. Sure, he would rather watch Iron Man for the nth time but he would do anything to see your eyes light up. It was a quiet exchange between the pair of you that would continue, unspoken. He didn’t understand what compelled him back then but it had slowly started to grow more and more apparent to him. Your happiness was intertwined with the other.

He intensely quizzed the guys at the counter about it, confirming the authenticity and once he was satisfied, he bought it and left the store with a spring in his step. The store clerks were exhausted by the end of the exchange and sighed in relief upon his exit. When he got home and raced to his room, he sat down on his bed with the book and stared at it. You barely even speak to her anymore! How creepy would it be if I showed up with a gift out of nowhere? Just let her go, dammit! He scolds himself,

“Yassine, sweetheart, she still adores you. This will mean that much more to her if she knows it came from you!” your mum urges, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“We haven’t spoken in a while, I don’t want to weird her out.” he justifies with uncertainty.

“I think you’re the last person that would push her away like that, Yassine.” she tries again. The newfound drift breaks both yours and his parents' hearts. It would have hurt less if your bond was truly broken and you just grew out of sync with each other but no, the pair of you were simply wrought with self-doubt that you struggled to communicate. His silence is deafening and your mum decides to let it go.

“Okay but know that you still have a place in her heart.” She gives him a tight hug before letting him leave.

I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK!” The pandemonium gets louder and louder as Yassine sprints to where you’re sitting and you get up, looking at him waving the paper around with a smile. The giant red letter and number finally provided him a sense of relief rather than stress. You think you can see an ‘excellent’ scrawled on the front as well.

“I didn’t catch that, a B did u say?” you tut jokingly. He’s too excited to come up with a remark of his own and just lifts you up, spinning you around as fast as you can while you squeal, laughing and enjoying the moment with him.

“You are amazing!” he exclaims, letting you down and holding you steady while you recover and catch your breath.

He’s relaxed in his seat as you lay your head on his shoulder, eyes closed. Your exam really sucked the energy out of you today and you’re barely functioning at the moment. You can’t bring yourself to care as the rest of the team gather to sit around him. You’ve recently been spending more lunchtimes with them all as Yassine successfully caught you hiding in the art room and he now insists that you sit with him instead. Again, making up for lost time. It’s a normal occurrence now and you’ve grown tolerant of his teammates. They’re not so bad, you learn; just extremely energetic. You would never admit it but you actually quite like this routine. You find the chatter to be comforting and you’re surprised to find yourself laughing with them quite often.

“Oh wait, I left something in my locker!” he says, gently pushing you off so he can run and grab it. He expected this outcome and prepared in advance, taking full advantage of the newfound time together to make you as happy as he could like his life depended on it.

“Y’know, if the pair of you just kissed and made things official, literally nothing would change.” one of the girls comments, a smile on her face. You hear the general hums and affirmations of agreement and you groan.

“Guys c'mon now, we’re just super close! We’ve literally been friends since we were toddlers, obviously we’re gonna be affectionate with each other!” you chastise, shaking your head.

“Friends that cuddle?”

“Yes.”

“And run fingers through the other’s hair?”

“Yes.”

“And spend months planning gifts for each other, without occasion?”

“And constantly talk about each other when the other isn’t there?”

“And spend years stealing glances but not talking because you’re too chicken to admit that you miss the other?”

“And have multiple shared playlists?”

“Ooooh that's an important one!” you stay silent as you think things through, deciding that saying anything would only further validate their suspicions. You drop your head to the desk and close your eyes, exhaustion still apparent, you would barely be able to talk even if the conversation weren’t such a nerve-wracking one.

“C’mon don’t you think it's odd that someone like him hasn’t dated or even taken a glance at a single girl that isn’t you?” she elaborates

“You’re exaggerating that” you mumble sleepily.

“We’ve had to deal with his sappy ass for long enough, girl. Trust me when I say we’re not exaggerating. If anything, we haven’t made it clear enough.” she reassures. And once again you hear the mutters of agreement from around the table.

As if on cue, Yassine comes back with a tupperware container in his hand and cutlery in the other. He sets them down and pats your back to get you up. When he sits down, you return your head to his shoulder, sighing out in relief. He opens the container and you open your eyes as the familiar smell makes its way to your nose.

“Yassine, you didn’t…” you trail, heart warmed by the gesture.

“C’mon I had to do something, you’ve been stressing yourself out way too much!” he tuts, kissing the top of your head before you sit up and take a bite of your favourite food.

“You’re a life-saver!”

“Oh I know!” he says, nudging your shoulder with a cheeky smile. You’re both too engrossed in each other to notice the rest of the table carefully eyeing the interaction. It was gonna topple over into something beautiful someday, they were just waiting on when.

“Your dress is very… you” he comments with a smile, holding out his hand for you to hold. You narrow your eyes with a smile.

“I’m not sure if that's a compliment.” you say suspiciously. He simply shrugs and you laugh quietly together. Your mom runs in excitedly with her camera ready.

“Ma, you do realise that we’re not going together right?” you clarify. It hurts your heart a little to say that, even if you basically are going to prom together. Officially your whole mega-group is going together but in everyone’s heads, it's you and him.

“Yes yes whatever you say now come on.” she gestures to you both to stand together and pose for the photo. He places his arm around your waist, standing up straight. You place one of yours around his shoulders and the other on the hand on your waist.

A couple adorable photos in, he whispers something in your ear that has you fighting back a laugh. A subtle tickle of your side breaks you and the pair of you burst out into laughter. He’s holding you up to keep you from collapsing on the ground and tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, your mum has still been taking photos and each one is more adorable than the next.

They’re made for eachother. She thinks to herself

When the pair of you get some more photos taken with the whole group at the venue and everyone settles for the final dance, he pulls you to the middle of the dance floor, your arms find a place on his shoulders and he finds your waist. As you sway to the music, he’s the first to say something.

“It’s nice that we’re both staying in Morocco, huh?” he says with a smile. He’s so relieved that you’re still going to be together. He would eventually find a way to tell you but now just doesn’t feel right. He knows that the moment will come but he wants to trust his instincts on this one.

“I know! A 30 minute car ride is nothing!” you say with a smile to match.

“You’re gonna be winning your nobel prizes while I win my league medals, we’re gonna make Moroccan history together!” he says with excitement, you truly admire his confidence. It’s gotten him so far already so you can’t blame him.

“And we’ll still be attached by the hip?” you question, hesitantly.

“Oh absolutely, I still need to make up for years 7-9!” he says with a shake of his head.

You both in fact did stay very close: calling each other as often as you could, visiting was a bit of a pain but you made it work when you could although face-timing was a lot easier and did the trick. The smile you brought to each other's faces remained the same and the few hugs you were able to give each other somehow got even tighter.

“I need you to come to the match this Sunday.”

“Yassine, it is 5 am in the morning.”

“Yes, and?”

“I thought you didn’t want to draw attention to your private life?”

“Well that was me being stupid!” you laugh quietly, pulling him into your place and sitting down with him.

“What’s going through your head?” you ask, holding his giant hands in yours.

“It’s just a really big deal is all… I don’t know, I just have a feeling! But you have to be there, pleeeeeeeeeeeease?” he begs and you toy with the idea of teasing him but he looks oddly stressed.

“Yassine, is that even a question? Of course, I’ll be there!” you say, rubbing his back soothingly. He lets out a breath he’s been holding and envelops you in a hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Just like you promised, you were there, sat inside the bunker, watching the screen intently. You can see his frustration apparent with the conceded goal. The team has really been turning things around recently and he knows that losses really would hinder his ambitions. He needed this. Your heart sinks as the minutes tick closer to the 95 minute mark. You can imagine the google stats already and they’re undoubtedly going to be in Valladolid's overwhelming favour. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and you’re struggling to comprehend what the screen is displaying. Where is he going? Why is he leaving his post? Your heart rate climbs as he reaches the opposition box, his fellow teammates are fumbling every scoring opportunity and somehow the opposing defence hasn’t cleared the ball. Finally after what feels like years of horribly inaccurate back and forth, a good friend finally makes use of Yassine’s position, gets the ball in his direction and he kicks. You scream out in excitement. You can’t believe your eyes. Yassine, YOUR Yassine just scored the winner for Wydad to give them the point. Your cheeks hurt from smiling as you watch him celebrate the moment with his team. It was truly something else.

It feels like forever but you finally catch him as he’s walking back into the bunker and you pull him to the side and jump on him to give him as tight a hug as you can manage. He catches you and holds the backs of your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. The smile hasn’t left your face and you’re struggling to hold in your joy. You loosen your arms to look at him.

“That was incredible!” you exclaim.

“I don’t know what happened! One second I’m running to the other post and the next I just kick the ball and-” the excitement didn’t stop bubbling and you finally, finally break to press your lips onto his. He widens his eyes in a millisecond of shock but combs a hand through your hair, closing his eyes to relish the moment he had been waiting years for. They’re so soft and warm and- oh no. you regain some control over your mind and pull away to realise what's happened. Your cheeks heat up and you don’t know how in the world you’re gonna justify that as ‘friendly.’

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I don't know what came over me I-” you cut yourself off as you try to get off him. But, your confusion spikes as his grip remains strong on you. He frantically looks at your eyes to see them start to tear up so he pulls you in for another kiss. The grip on your head means that you can’t pull away this time. He needs this. This is what was calling to him. It was you, always you. And he knew that but finally the moment came where he felt he could express it. It’s a bit gentler this time as you both pour out everything you have felt towards each other since the start: frustration, confusion, admiration, love. He wouldn’t let his head get in the way of it like he used to. You were meant to be and you were meant to be now.

You unwillingly part for breath, foreheads still touching and you both smile.

“Thank your instinct, Yassine.” you both laugh as you enjoy each other's company. Some of his teammates catch the moment as they walk by and whistle. They knew you and even they had caught wind of Yassine’s loyalty to you. If they were getting sick of the pining, imagine how everyone else in your lives felt.

“That Ghibli book was from me, by the way.”

“Mom told me” you say, still breathing heavily. You chuckle silently together, still unwilling to let each other go. Soulmates from the start and you could both finally revel in the fact.

His hand grips your thigh the entire ride home and you’re wearing his jersey. The dopey smiles haven’t left your faces as you rethink all of your time spent together, wondering what made you both so hesitant in hindsight. When you reach his place, he quickly runs to your door to open it and pick you up bridal style before walking to the door. He lets you down while he fumbles to get the door open as quickly as he can. Once it finally opens, he picks you up again, kicking his shoes off and carefully making his way to his bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed and follows shortly after, holding your hands above your head and kissing you anywhere he can reach before finally meeting your lips again in a gentle kiss. Finally, fate brings the two of you well and truly together: like soulmates.

I hope this makes u guys feel as many things as it made me lmao. Enjoy, my loves xxxx

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