#and yes. in the dream as always i was about to go tell the groupchat about this
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Had a dream of like that small thin Jay from 2014 lipsyncing to Savage Garden's "To the Moon & Back" while writhing on the floor in a turquoise bikini so needless to say now I'm blasting this image into my brain
#i remember thinking wow that is legitimately impressive he's doing a good job !#it was a bit for half in the bag lol and a hitb i hadn't seen yet#so i thought wistfully 'man they don't put this type of effort into hitb bits anymore sigh'#blortchmod#jay#and yes. in the dream as always i was about to go tell the groupchat about this#anyway i apolocheese jay#my brain conjured this up bc of that mike bit where he jokingly said jay has like a new favorite tswift song
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nct dream reaction when you get drunk (iâm drunk rn watching a movie and giggling) i thought this would be cute
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genre: fluff
trigger warnings: swearing, mentions of sex
a/n: welp inspiration randomly struck me yesterday and here it is. apologies for the inactivity, hope yall doing well!
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he's laughing his ass off the whole time. the infamous giggles never leave him, all while he's taking care of you. he always complains about you drinking over thr limit but bro does he adore this side of you.
honestly I only see him do the laughing his ass off part more than the taking care of you and putting you to bed part. is sending videos of you being stupid to his family.
during your hangover tho, you're basically defending yourself in the family groupchat while mark is yet again laughing at your cute ass.
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sighs and sighs. bro is frustrated icl. he's always telling you to not drink more than what you can take but obviously when did you ever listen to him. is complaining under his breathe, while taking care of you.
makes sure to remove your makeup off, your shoes off, your clothes off and change you into something comfortable. but at a point he'd grow so tired of it, he just let's you figure your shit out the next morning.
which is basically you sitting on the kitchen stools groaning due to the pain in your head, while he watches you suffer (makes you hangover soup)
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he most likely would stop you from drinking before you get worse, but on those days where he thinks you deserve to get drunk asf, he's a sweetie.
does every single thing for you and honestly doesn't say no to anything your drunk self asks him.icecream? yes. shower? yes. sex? yes. kisses and cuddles? yes. literally anything. bro just let's you live while he's there taking care of you, making sure you don't hurt yourself. puts you to bed, and admires your passed out self.
morning would be waking up to his kisses, going to get breakfast together or maybe going on a run to wake your brain up.
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bro is drinking with you man. he thinks it's unfair only one of you gets drunk, and the other stuck taking care of the other. both of you would be long gone messes, messing about on the streets- but there are times you come home drunk from work.
then he's honestly just letting you pass out. of course, he let's you wrap your arms around him like a koala, and snore to death. also, he's gonna click funny asf pictures, like from every angle, legit makes an album as well.
morning comes and both of you are groaning, him because his hand is sore and you because your head. you take your pills and go on about your day, except his teasing is increased.
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absolute sweetheart </3 literally picks you up from the door, drops you onto the bed, brings hot water to clean you up, gives you water to drink, listens to you rant about everything and anything. is like prepared for it because you warn him first hand lol.
just like jeno, he too would agree to anything. movie watching, game playing, cooking- anything literally. coos at you the whole time, mentally saves this image of you in his head because no matter how many sides of you he's seen, this would be his favourite.
breakfast in bed, princess ;)) would get you pills, some soup, some good food all at your service. bro get me a jaemin :(
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literal menace. all he does half of the time is record. atp his phone doesn't have enough storage due to the shit ton of video and photo content he has on you. his top priority would be to laugh at your stupidity and maybe post it online.
his second poa probably would be to put you to sleep. he legit finds you so adorable and so annoying both at the same time. literally shoves your face onto the pillow and forces you to sleep. has his airpods on, scrolling and you're next to him snoring. comfort fr.
boy doesn't do shit in the morning, or so he complains but still does it for you anyways cause he loves you too much.
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literally looses his mind. didn't know you had this side in you, and honestly he loves it, but the stress dominates the love- the stress of taking care of you perfectly. literally googles shit every single time even if he has done that before.
follows every step, does everything you ask and when you finally fall asleep blud just releases the longest sigh of his life. falls next to you his arm draped over figure. kisses your forehead, and drifts off to sleep himself.
bro googles how to make hangover soup, but gives up and orders it. literally does his best every time.
Šď¸FULLSUNISED.
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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 77: For The Record
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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?
You feel the nerves rolling off of you, you just really want this surprise to go off without a hitch that you can't help but worry. You trust that the guys will do everything they can to make sure that it all comes together but you just can't stop thinking about all the possible ways it could go wrong.
Bokuto had sent a text in the groupchat about how he ate at a new restaurant recently and how it was the best food and service he's ever had, which was really just all part of the guys' plan to lure both you and Sakusa to the venue. You had saw it and had mentioned to Sakusa to take you and Kimi, you were ready to pull out all the stops, you were DEFINITELY not above begging, but to your surprise he gave in pretty quickly. Normally he'd opt to just stay in with you and Kimi, not wanting to worry about other people or his fans, but this time he was quick to say yes, he even seemed eager to go. You didn't dwell on it much, just happy you got to preserve your dignity.
You pull up to the restaurant and help Kimi out of the car. "Do you think they have good dessert mommy? If uncle Bo says this place is good their desserts have to be yummy, right? Can I get some dessert after dinner?" She fires off a bunch of questions as you unbuckle her from her booster seat and set her down.
You chuckle but nod your head. "Of course baby, I'm sure they have some yummy desserts for you to choose from!" You watch as the smile on her face grows, no doubt imagining the possible sweet treats she could have afterwards. "Alright, are my girls ready?" Sakusa asks as he comes to stand by your side. You don't notice how nervous he looks, too busy worried about your own plan. "Yes!" Kimi shouts as she excitedly tugs on your hands, going in the direction she assumes is the restaurant.
"Kitty? Munchkin? Sakusa?" You instinctively turn and see Kenma grinning at you. "Uncle Ken!" Kimi excitedly squeals, immediately letting go of your hands as she runs up to the black haired male to be picked up and spun around. You smile at the laughs that escape the both of them. "Did you guys see Bokuto's text too?" He asks and you both nod your heads.
"There's this gaming convention in the building next door, I was going to check it out, I heard there's a bunch of limited edition squishmallows being sold, what do you think about coming with uncle Ken to take a look real quick?" Kenma asks Kimi who's eyes immediately widen at the thought of limited edition squishmallows, you can practically see them sparkling. She glances between you and Sakusa. "Mommy, daddy...can I go with uncle Ken?" She's practically vibrating from excitement that you can't tell her no. You glance over at Sakusa who just nods his head, "Don't take too long." They both cheer before Kenma is carrying Kimi off to the building next door.
You glance at Sakusa and you both break out into laughter seeing how excited the two were. He takes your hand in his and leads you inside, but instead of heading towards the restaurant he pulls you towards a door in the back, the sign beside it indicating that it led to the gardens. "Where are we going Omi?" You ask as he leads you through the sliding doors.
"Just follow me Darling." He says as you take in the multiple trees with fairy lights and vases filled with bouquets of flowers scattered around the area. "I wonder what all this is for...?" You gasp when he leads you towards a bench under one of the trees, overlooking a Koi pond. You smile as you watch the Koi swimming happily in the pond.
He sits on the bench and you follow suit. Eyeing the lights above you and the fish swimming beside you, in the distance you can hear what sounds like a waterfall, no doubt coming from the other end of the pond. "How did you know this was here?" You turn your attention back to Sakusa who's already looking at you. His eyes softening when they meet yours.
"Darling?" His voice is soft but you can hear the determination behind it. "Yes, my love?" He smiles and exhales a deep breath before nodding his head. "I know we've gone about this all wrong. You've met my parents, had sleepovers with the brat, went on dates with me, went on a short getaway trip, said I love you, dealt with my ex and the drama she brought with her, and all these other things before I even asked you to make it official that it just seems weird to ask at this point. But I'm going to anyway, because I don't want you to ever doubt what we have and what I hope for us in the future." He takes your hand in his and you feel your breath catch in your throat with how intensely he's staring at you.
He smiles as he looks into your eyes, "I've told you many times that I was going to make us official, and I meant it. I don't see anyone else I want to spend the rest of my life with if it isn't you. I want you Darling, I want to marry you, I want to raise Kimi with you, I want to start a family with you, I want to grow old with you, I want to love you with everything I have. I want it all with you. Will you please be my girlfriend?" You smile and nod your head.
"Of course I'll be your girlfriend Omi!" You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him towards you before kissing him with all the love you can muster. It isn't until he pulls away and wipes your tears that you realize you were crying. You were so traumatized from your previous relationship that you never thought you'd be able to love again but Sakusa proved you wrong, time and time again. "You know, when you propose to me you're going to have to up your game right? Because that speech was worthy of being a marriage proposal." You can't help but tease.
He chuckles and nods his head. "Of course, only the best for you Darling." You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. You lay your head on his shoulder, hand in his, as you enjoy the scene before you. "It's almost as if this is all here for us." You mumble as you take a closer look at the flowers. "Because it is." Your eyes widen at his confession before he begins to tell you all about how your friends had set this all up for the both of you and basically told him to just show up. "For the record babe, I would have been happy if you took me out to eat and asked me then. I'm not picky." You say as you give his hand a squeeze. "Please tell our friends that." You laugh at the slight hint of annoyance in his voice. You glance at the scenery one more time before you're pulling him to his feet. "Now let's go eat, I'm starving."
Ah! They're finally official. đĽş
We're almost to the end everyone! Just a couple more chapters. Also thank you so much to everyone that reblogs the chapters because the notes have been declining since I first started this and it just boosts my motivation when I see you guys sharing it or commenting on it. So I just wanted to let you know I see and appreciate y'all. đđĽ°
There was no gaming convention but Kenma was prepared and did in fact have a few limited edition squishmallows for our favorite brat..
As usual, let me know what you thought by commenting or sending an ask!
We're almost done! Stick around for a little longer, it'll be worth it.
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Undisclosed Desires - Part 13
Joe Goldberg x female!Reader
Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.
Words: 1298
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(I guess Joe's willingness to murder is more book-Joe than show-Joe, but whatever. I can't help that I'm halfway through the first book right now.)
Minor warning: masturbation is briefly mentioned.
Some things, you just can't learn about a person until you're in a relationship with them.
For example: you like to be kissed, often. Softly and sweetly, but also with intent, until you can't breathe. You smile into kisses and when I pull away, you tilt your head and the smile doesn't leave.
I live for that smile.
Also, you're not always nice. You run out of energy and you stonewall me. When you get like that there is nothing I can do to make it better, except leave. This happens most often when you've had a busy day at work, and one day soon we're probably going to have a beautiful fight about it, but for now I let you close down and shut me out. I really do try not to take it personally.
You don't care if I look at your phone. Sometimes you even ask me to check texts for you. This would make me incredibly happy, except aside from me, the only people you text in English are your coworkers.
You're more secretive about your laptop, which makes me wonder what I missed when I looked at it. I guess I didn't really do much digging. But when I do check it out again, even digging doesn't turn up anything.
Weird.
You're a bit of a slob. I knew that already, but I didn't know it would be so easy to take things from your apartment. You don't notice when items go missing, or if I move them around while you're not there. You did comment on your missing toothbrush, but you just assumed you misplaced it yourself.
âI swear, Joe, if my head wasn't attached to my bodyâŚâ
All of this, I've learned over the course of two months. Two amazing months of being with you. Only it doesnât always feel like I am with you, because you haven't told Nadia or your mother or even Grey about me, and I've been checking. After you told him you had a crush on me, he tried to find out more about me and you avoided the subject by writing to him about how much you like Angel from Buffy the vampire slayer. (If I could beat up a fictional character, I would.)
And we haven't had sex.
We've gotten close a few times, but you always pull away just when things are getting hot and heavy. Sometimes when you're alone, you masturbate several times in a row and I know you think of me, (Y/n). I can see it on your face. But when we're together, you look embarrassed and tell me you're not ready and I am patient, I am, but how can you not be ready when you are so obviously eager for it? Even dreaming about it?
I still don't like your coworkers. They are rude to you and belittle you, and they make inappropriate jokes in the groupchat. This is why I almost say no when you invite me to a company lunch, but in the end I say yes because at least you're inviting me somewhere.
âIt won't be like last time,â you assure me. âNo alcohol, for one.â
And you're right. It isn't like last time: it's worse.
Iâm pretty sure your job is a scam, (Y/n). Nobody who works at your agency (other than you) actually needs to make money. The owner, Sam Carr, is a man in his fifties who considers this entire venture a hobby. He has two other companies, neither of which are making any money, but he doesn't need to make money because he is the kind of rich that goes back generations, to before white people even lived in America. Yet he pays you peanuts and you have to borrow money from your grandfather over and over again.
Sam's wife is Pam (which is short for Pamela, but Sam thinks it's hilarious for them to be Sam and Pam). She is only a little over half his age (thirty) and twice as smart as him, and you know this. You address her like she's the owner, and when she's around, you don't even talk to Kim, whose approval you were so eager for last time. Pam comes from old money, too, and has started several foundations throughout her life, all of which are doing well.
There's Judy Allen, who is tall and blond and keeps her lips pursed at all times. She does the same thing you do, copywriting, but her real job is being a momfluencer on Instagram, showing her kids off like accessories. Out of everyone here she is the nicest to you, but I can't tell if she means it or not and neither can you. You are nice to her, but you address her like you would a teacher, or a distant relative.
Jasper is so much worse than I remember him. He follows you around like a lost puppy and you let him. You glance at me, testing me, and I hate this side of you. I hate who you are around these people.
Surprisingly little is eaten, though there is much more on the table than even an entire orphanage could put away. You and your coworkers talk about Google and helpful content and black hat SEO and I don't understand anything any of you are saying.
At some point somebody asks me what I do. I grit out that I work in a bookstore and you look up and say: âhe's being modest. He manages itâ and I feel kind of proud. But then the person who asked me what I do in the first place starts asking me about the store's website and I have to admit that actually, Mooney's doesn't have one.
âI prefer things a little more old fashioned,â I try to justify, and then realize immediately how incredibly dumb I must sound to these people. âI mean, sometimes we sell a first edition on Ebay.â
You pat my leg underneath the table, which is code for 'shut up', so I do.
âYou could always ask (Y/n) to help you make a website,â Jasper says, and he is looking way too intently at your chest as you reach across the table for a croissant. âShe's surprisingly good at it.â
Surprisingly good? Seriously, (Y/n), I want to bash this guyâs teeth into his skull.
But you act like it's a compliment. You blush and wave him off and shake your head at me.
âYou'd be better off hiring someone who actually knows how to make websites. I can write your content, though, if you want.â
I don't even want a fucking website, but I nod.
âMaybe.â
Finally, we can leave. I don't know what the point of any of that was.
In the cab, you slump against me and close your eyes, and you say: âDid you see the way Jasper kept staring at my boobs? I fucking hate that guy.â
Faith in you restored. I never should have doubted you.
âHe just will not leave me alone lately,â you complain, and I wrap an arm around your shoulder and press a kiss to the side of your head. âBut when I tell him off, he goes and tells Kim I'm being rude. She told me I need to be more of a team player, you know.â
But you are a team player, (Y/n). It's just that those people aren't on your team. I'm on your team.
âHe's basically harassing me, and if I wanna keep my job I can't do a damn thing about it.â
âFuck him,â I say.
And I mean it. Fuck Jasper. Fuck him and every man like him who thinks he can own a woman just because he has money and connections.
Jasper's gotta go.
#joe goldberg#penn badgley#you netflix#joe goldberg imagine#joe goldberg x reader#imagine#joe goldberg x female!reader#joe goldberg x y/n#joe goldberg x you#x reader
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I'm firing on all cylinders today! I know its not day 9 but I really wanted to do this prompt. (also unedited)
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F1 Flufftober Day 9 - Mistaken for a Couple
They were wandering around the city centre now, Daniel had asked to see more of Monaco and Max had asked if he wanted to hike. Daniel, of course, sang his yes because there was nothing more fun than prowling through nature.
Max didnât realize or anticipate that this would include singing, lots of singing. And animals. Soon after they made it maybe halfway up the trail, Daniel had deviated into the forest eagerly. Max, anxious because he had literally just glimpsed through the trees what could have been a fox, a deer or a boarâ he truly wasnât sure, dashed after Daniel.
He climbed over small boulders and through some dense underbrushâ who knew Monaco was so lush? Before coming to a stop before a large tree, he bent over and rested his palms on his knees panting.Â
Daniel wasâ Daniel was humming, as evidenced by the unusually large flock of truly random birds that hovered above where he sat cross legged on the ground. There was aâŚweasel on his shoulder, peering down into his arms. Daniel looked up from whatever he was cuddling to grin broadly at Max who was dumbfounded.
So dumbfounded that he ended up taking a picture and sending it to his groupchat with Lando, Alex and Charles just toâŚ.captureâŚjust to prove that he was actually seeing this. He needed confirmation that this truly wasnât all just a fever dream. When the boys didnât respond in shock or concern, he placed the phone back in his pocket.
Because, Max truly believed he was taking this whole thingâŚ.really well. All things considering. His current baseline state of being remained neutrally surprised. If that even was a thing.
âMax!â Daniel whisper shouted, not wanting to frighten whatever it was he was holding. âCome look!â
Max, helpless to Daniel, picked his way forward. Stepping lightly to avoid any smaller animals that were wandering underfoot. He saw a field mouse skitter away and made an apologetic sound. This was all mental. He was apologizing to a mouse!
Still, he got closer, stepping around a lounging deer that tilted its head for a scratch. Without even thinking about itâŚ.Max gave it a little scritch between its ears. The small happy noise in return made him smile.
Daniel gazed up at him from the ground in wonder and Max swallowed the lump in his throat. Daniel shifted his arms, his oversized sweatshirt sleeves parted like a lavender cocoon and Maxâs eyes widened in delight at the sight of two snuffling fox kits. They were tiny things, just growing their red fur.
The hike had been derailed after that and theyâd spent the next hour in that glade as Daniel gossiped with each of the animals. They came to Max for a scratch or two, after heâs overheard Daniel telling one of the owls that Max was a friend and he was wonderful. Jimmy and Sassy were brought up a few times, described as happy cats, which also seemed to lend Max a little bit more credibility. He never realized he needed it or wanted it until now.
So now they were wandering around looking for a place to have lunch. Daniel wanted burgers but he also wanted ice cream. Theyâd found a shop that sold sorbet and Daniel had wanted that instead, so they got that and when they left the shop, Daniel had hugged Max tightly before frolicking off.
Max had stood there, stunned every time Daniel showed affection freely, and watched him eat his cold treat and follow a butterfly. An older lady tugged his sleeve and he blinked down at her diminutive frame, completely surprised that she was there. She smiled sweetly at him, in the way a grandmother does when they see something you donât.
âYou are such a beautiful couple. Take it from an old lady who loves loveâ you make him very happy, cherish him always.â She patted his cheek and walked off, going on her way.
Maxâs eyebrows raised to his hairline, he opened his mouth to say somethingâ correct her, but she was across the street now and he didnât feel like yelling. He blushed as he thought of her words and then looked back to keep track of Daniel.
Only to find Daniel right where he had last seen him, already looking back at Max. Daniel smiled a softer, smaller smile and turned away, ducking his head to lick his spoon. And Max felt his rose blooming.
Part 8
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am I the only one thatâs sad that we didnât get any nxx group chat messages for the new year(s)?
like I want to see them all passive-aggressively wishing each other a happy new year dammit please I need it
therefore since hyv did not bless us with new nxx groupchat shenanigans I will make my own. (under the cut)
luke and marius, stalking the gc at 11:59 PM: come on, just turn to 12 alreadyâŚ.. come onnnnnâŚ
the clock ticks to 12:00. and thenâŚ.
NXX Groupchat:
12:00 AM
Luke: Happy new year, Rosa!
Marius: happy ne-
Marius: DAMMIT LUKE I WAS GONNA DO THAT! AT LEAST WISH ME A HAPPY NEW YEAR TOO
Luke: Alright, alright⌠happy new year, marius :)
Marius: hmph. iâm still gonna get you back for that.
Vyn: Why must you be so petty? I was trying to watch the fireworks and the notifications disturbed me.
Marius: well doc just have your phone on silent
Marius: itâs not that hard
Vyn: If you did not disturb me I would not have to put my phone on silent.
Vyn: Also, do not call me âdocâ.
Marius: all right doc whatever you say
Luke: Wait a second
Luke: Vyn I think this is the first time Iâve seen you up after 9
Vyn: It was New Yearâs Eve, and I would not want to miss such an occasion.
Vyn: Ah, before I forget: Happy New Year, Luke.
Marius: seriously??? no happy new year for me? unfair.
Vyn: Perhaps I would consider it if you did not attempt to get on my nerves daily.
Luke: Should I feel bad or should I laugh?
Vyn: You should laugh.
Marius: WOW DOC
Marius: ok but why ARE you still awake
Marius: i donât recall you ever saying you were excited for the new year
Vyn: Oh, yes. I forgot to say, me and Rosa are celebrating together.
Luke: Wait, what???
Marius: WHAT
Artem: Youâre with Rosa?
Rosa: Yeah, Vyn invited me to watch the fireworks with him! Theyâre really pretty :D
Luke: Why didnât you tell me you were free? We could have spent the night together with peanut!
Marius: why didnât you tell me missy? iâm hurt :(
Artem: I was not aware you were with Vyn.
Rosa: Sorry, guys. I thought you all said you were busy. :(
Luke: I can always make time for you!
Marius: missy, i couldâve made a space in my schedule for youâŚ
Artem: Rosa, if you ever want to spend time with me, I can request a break so we can spend time together.
Rosa: Guys⌠thanks, but you really donât need to waste that much time and effort on meâŚ
Artem: No time spent with you is a waste, Rosa. I donât want to hear you saying that again.
Vyn: Artem is correct. You deserve it.
Marius: wow thatâs like the first time iâve seen them agree with each other
Luke: @Rosa since we missed the new yearâs, do you want to come over in a few days so we can have some fun in the snow?
Vyn: âŚ
Artem: âŚ
Marius: âŚ
Marius: dang, shouldâve asked earlier
Rosa: Uh⌠well-
Rosa: I would love to!
Luke: Yay!! Iâll text you tomorrow about it then
Rosa: By the way, thanks for the wishing me a happy New Year. Happy New Year to everyone here, too!
Rosa: I should probably go to sleep now, since the fireworks are over. Goodnight, everyone!
Marius: sweet dreams missy
Luke: Goodnighttt
Artem: Goodnight, Rosa.
Vyn: Ah, Rosa. I will prepare everything for you. Please wait, I am coming.
Marius: wow docâs really texting instead of just talking theyâre literally in the same place
Artem: That does seem quite inefficient.
Artem: Speaking of inefficiency, donât you have work to do? I recall that Rosa mentioned that you said you were busy during the New Yearâs celebrations.
Marius: wow. rude. iâm still doing work just taking a quick break
Marius: besides donât you have work to do too
Artem: âŚ
Artem: I suppose I do, yes. I am also simply taking a break.
Marius: copycat
Luke: Guys⌠just do your work
#tears of themis#tot artem#tot vyn#tot luke#tot marius#artem wing#vyn richter#luke pearce#marius von hagen#I am Sorry for the lack of artem messages but it kind got out of hand while I was writing it#not proofread btw don't murder me
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i'm gonna go ahead and answer all the questions from this fic writer ask game here, because. why not! i'm bored and i'm not used to talking about my own writing. gotta cut the cord on that shame game sometime.
(and if y'all wanna answer some yourself, the post is linked above! absolute guarantee i will send some if you do bc i'm nosy like that)
đ - Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
oh god yes, a lot of them. i've got chronic perfectionism.
if i were to be kind to myself and narrow it down to one, my poor little Person of Interest fic deadman's switch was my first venture into the fandom i would come to adore, and it could definitely do with some tuning up. with a few rare exceptions, i've never liked post-episode fics that just recap the events of the episode with a few extra sentences of meta thrown in the mix, and unfortunately, i think that's exactly what i did with this fic. i don't think it deserves a complete do-over, but a re-work with a new direction and a concrete destination would do it good.
đŤ - what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
any and every, but the ones where people share their favorite quotes and tell me what it made them think of and expound on their personal theories and thoughts, AGH!!!! i adore those!!!! go off about all the things you love about the characters and your scenarios for missing scenes, i promise you i am enjoying it immensely!!!!!
đ - is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
i mean, by default i feel like i'm a bit of a tryhard with my writing and i feel like that's fairly obvious a lot of the time (for better or for worse đŹ). but i guess the one that's outwardly the most relaxed bit of writing and was actually really difficult was the burning question, because. how the hell am i supposed to translate a groupchat format into a fic and keep all the nuances of technology, i.e. nickname changes & people sending walls of text, that are meant to be funny??????
it took me Forever to settle on formatting that i felt maintained the spirit of the jokes, and there's so many folks that think groupchat fics are cringe that i don't think anyone would consider how much effort i had to put into it for a now quite outdated joke lmao. i love groupchat fics myself, though, so i am content with the cringe.
đŚ - what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
always always ALWAYS characterization. i have the fandom attention span of a mayfly and the combination pizza hut/taco bell that is ADHD/autism to boot, so i pick up strong attachments to characters/media quickly and write my feelings almost as fast as i feel them. which means lots of one-offs that are barely two seasons into a series/one movie into a trilogy. i'm always worried that i'm missing the mark by a mile because i was too impatient to reach a Big Backstory Reveal, or that i've latched onto a single trait not indicative of the whole.
đť - what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?
what makes me want to give up: the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known. i used to be super confident in putting myself out there, but i haven't always had support for my special interests and i've rarely had anyone willing to read my writing when asked. makes it hard to enjoy what i'm doing when i've got that annoying little earworm asking me what people would think if they ever eventually read it, even when it's a self-indulgent little thing that i don't plan on posting.
what makes me keep going: i love writing, plain and simple. i love to borrow people's habits, their thoughts, their dreams and hopes and fears and nightmares; i love to see the world from new perspectives. and the idea that what i have to say might connect with people, that people might recognize parts of the characters and stories that they care for in my writing, is pretty damn intoxicating, too.
đż - how does creating make you feel?
there's a book series i loved as a kid called The Secrets of Droon, which is about three kids who discover a staircase to another world in their basement, and writing has always felt like that to me. i open the door, and i am somewhere else. these other worlds don't need me to be there for events to unfold, but i can still try to change the things that i don't like if i wanted to. and nobody needs to know that i've been to these worlds, but if i mentioned 'hey i've been to another world', someone somewhere might be interested in what i saw.
idk if that makes sense shdjk but i just!! i like writing. i like seeing what would happen if i changed something. and it feels amazing when something i care about deeply connects with people i don't even know, and who don't know me. it's scary to venture into other worlds, but there's always the chance of finding yourself - and finding new friends - down that magic staircase!!
đ - in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?
whoof, i mean. how hasn't it.
i had a very difficult upbringing that left me absurdly angry with the world and only able to conceive of living as fighting for survival. i wrote stories where i could escape and be free, and i wrote stories where the fight was all there was so i could feel less alone. hell, my first favorite character on tumblr was gabriel from supernatural, running away from his family and still loving them even when it hurt, and writing stories where he was happy or angry or sad felt like validating those feelings in myself. i could fix his problems, even if mine weren't that easy.
these days i struggle with a lot that's out of my control, like PTSD with a very hard-to-avoid trigger. but writing is something that i can curate, that i can tailor to a situation. it's completely in my hands. so when i'm going through something, i can always pick up a pen and scribble out the strong feelings in a way that makes sense to me, if not to anyone else, and then i can close that book or tear the page out or burn it, whatever i want to do with it. i can shuffle through the life of a fictional character and find the times when they felt the way i did, and wonder how they got through it, and sometimes in doing so, i find ways that i can, too.
it certainly helps that i've found myself a good number of favorite characters who go through a lot but still remain hopeful. ones who make a place for themselves in the world that is safe and good, who manage to find the best in people even when being shown their worse.
đ - give yourself a compliment about your own writing
i like that i'm willing to try my hand at pretty much anything and give it every ounce of passion i've got, no matter how short a time i may have been in a fandom or how different a character might be from the ones i'm used to writing. tech geek with conflicting superiority/inferiority complexes? sure thing. prim and proper angel who's secretly a bitch? give it a whirl. chain-smoking self-sabotaging magician who's a time capsule of the 80s? devoted dad with apeshit anxiety? codependent gay cannibals? fuck it, we ball.
đ - describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
mmmm depends on how you define style. i want to say that it's generally all the same, but i do think i change tone A Lot, based on who i'm writing about. partially because i bounce between a lot of british and american shows and i tend to try to adopt the vernacular of the culture the media is based in to make the story more immersive, but also based on the tone and overall themes of the piece, i.e. who's hurt and who's comforting and what their relationship looks like, if one's more comedic or they both are or neither of them are.
i'm a bit of a metaphor & simile hound, for sure, that part's pretty fixed. i tend to like comparing simple things to grandiose ones, if only because i write 90% hurt/comfort and the things i always remember most about times when i've been hurting are the gestures that the comforter doesn't even remember making later on. i think i have consistent struggles in certain areas and consistent strengths in others. but i almost never want the version of me who wrote for, say, Good Omens, writing for Mission Impossible, because to me those are two wildly different atmospheres with wildly different stakes and baseline truths. if that makes sense? so i do try to switch up my style when i feel like it's appropriate.
đ - how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
i don't think i celebrate much at all, per se. it's always more of a relief that i've gotten all of the most pressing ideas out of my head for the moment than it is an accomplishment, i guess? i'll probably start trying to celebrate now, though.
as for credit/validation, i don't really know how to measure that. i'm able to acknowledge that i've sent something out into the world to bear scrutiny, and i'm usually able to like what i've written once it's out there, so i guess i give myself credit that way??
đ - what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
characters. always the characters. sometimes to the detriment of the rest of the story.
idk, i tend to start stories because something about a character's reactions/choices grabbed my attention, and flesh out a scenario around how those reactions/choices would be seen by others vs how the character would see it themselves, so the character is always at the heart of my storytelling. i'm always thinking about the faces we put on for different people vs the ones we wear when we're alone. i usually find that as long as i follow a character's patterns of behavior, priorities, and methods of self-expression, the story writes itself.
đ - what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
i don't really have expectations when i post, but the outpouring of love i received for Red Witness was definitely a shocker!! i mean, i'd never even heard of The Mentalist while it was airing from 2008-2015, so i was definitely a latecomer to the fandom, but apparently a lot of folks either rewatched it when the pandemic started or remembered it fondly enough to be excited about me writing for it, so that was a lovely surprise!!
đ¤ - what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?
i mean, one of the things i love about writing for fandom is all the variation in opinions and the different takes on what parts of canon are rock-solid vs which should be different, so i don't think it's possible for people to not "get" a fic. it's just one lens through which a set of events and people can be viewed.
that said, i suppose waiting for the hammer to fall didn't land the way i'd hoped it would, as far as my investment in the ideas i was trying to convey vs audience engagement goes, but i can definitely see why it wasn't "gotten". i spent a lot more time trying to mimic the style and feel of Good Omens and relying on that style to convey my ideas for me than i did figuring out how to explain what, exactly, those ideas were.
my intention was to explore "how does someone as buttoned-up as aziraphale, who has lived millennia in peaceful denial, come to terms with an impending confrontation that he absolutely can't avoid or weasel out of?", and that's still something that is very enticing to me, but the fact that he had been in denial his whole existence wasn't something that aziraphale would have been able to recognize on his own. so the execution fell far short of the mark, and i ended up with a few snippets of passable wit and imitative texture that couldn't have connected with a reader even with an operator on the line.
so, as far as the message of the fic goes, i suppose people didn't "get" that one, but it takes reliable postage to deliver a message and i left off all the stamps. (do we think there's been enough methods-of-communication metaphors for one day? everyone's knees sufficiently slapped?)
đŻď¸ - was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?
come together (over me) was a BRUTAL undertaking for a number of reasons, which is also why it hasn't been updated in two fucking years, for all my vain intent to finish it.
not only was it my first ever attempt at a multi-chapter fic, but it was also a long and involved discussion of the many different ways that grief can affect people that i started writing less than a year after losing a friend of mine to a tragic accident (which was also the way the mighty nein lost mollymauk). i started writing it in the first place in an attempt to comfort my partner at the time, for whom molly was an all-time favorite, so i was pushing myself obsessively to meet the perfect balance of canon-accurate and partner-approved characterizations, and giving myself a lot of grief about it.
at the same time, the outpouring of shock and despair from the Critical Role fandom was like nothing i had ever experienced before. this was the first PC death of their 2nd campaign, under circumstances that meant it would be a permanent one, and on top of that, mollymauk was - at the time - the only openly queer character in the party. people had become understandably attached.
unfortunately, though, IMO, this meant a large portion of the fandom deified him to unrecognizable extremes. to a lot of new enthusiasts, he became a saintly sacrificial lamb unjustly slaughtered, or worse, "bury your gays" in action (it was a random encounter at a time when the party cleric was away giving birth. just saying). people who disagreed or people who didn't like him all that much were met with outrage. wars of righteous indignation were waged. lines in the sand were drawn. it was a mess.
all this to say, a fledgling fan trying to be as canon-accurate as possible in my characterizations of people who'd known mollymauk, and of mollymauk himself, for this fic centered around what was now the most controversial fandom event i'd ever seen firsthand, had a higher-than-usual chance of getting me absolutely obliterated on the internet. the horror.
so overall, while i did get a lovely response from what i did end up posting, the circumstances of writing it were unexpectedly exhausting. i had a lot of great ideas, still have a solid outline for the rest of it, and i like what i managed to get done, but just thinking about continuing it (especially so long after it was relevant and after so much has been revealed in canon since) is. haunting
đĽ - find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
oh Time Doesn't Stop. (but it should), we're really in it now.
my dear, sweet, first ever foray into posting on ao3, i'm still quite proud of you. it's one of the few times i've felt like i could say more with absence than with explanation. it's a time capsule of confidence in myself and in my skills, and i think i did a pretty good job depicting the ways that constantine both self-destructs and lashes out when faced with a situation that he can't worm his way out of. i like the fact that i let each section in the 5+1 format have room to breathe, rather than trying to blend them together into a seamless narrative; it feels more authentic to me, like time has actually been passing.
đ - why did you start writing?
re: writing in general, i genuinely can't remember. i've been writing stories since i was old enough to read them. maybe i've always wanted to create something that thinks the same way i do?
re: fanfiction, because i was an insatiable bookworm as a kid and there were never enough stories about the characters and settings i loved to satisfy me, so i decided to start making them up myself. it ain't a party until obi-wan kenobi is helping a larvitar set up a picnic for every legendary pokemon plus dustfinger from Inkheart.
đ - why is writing important to you?
i don't really have a good answer for this, because i can't think of a reason it wouldn't be, honestly. i guess the closest thing would be: it's important because i've never been good at speaking my thoughts and feelings out loud, but on paper i can say exactly what i mean and have a better chance of being understood. no need for facial expressions that might be misconstrued, no way for anyone to misread my tone of voice, just uncomplicated self-expression.
it also means that i get to share my passions with folks who are just as passionate as i am, and that i have a less awkward social avenue for expressing my appreciation of their candor. integrating and crediting headcanons you adored into your personal interpretation of canon, writing something inspired by a one-off post because it made you feel something...there can be such confounding social rules around complimenting people when you do it verbally or in person, it's nice to be able to say "thank you for caring as much as you do!" by just. applying your craft.
đĄ - why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?
because of what i said for the last question, it's all a way of sharing how you feel!!! people write because they feel strongly about a subject, whether they love canon or despise it, whether they want to refute a popular characterization they disagree with or expand on an AU that's been making the rounds. not to quote spongebob, but there's love in every stitch, whether you love the way you think about a character/a story or you love the way somebody else does.
it's also a way of preserving fandom over time, as well as the present moment! fan fiction started because of Star Trek fans in the 70s and they're still making trek shows today, the critical receptions of which are strongly influenced by fan interpretations so time-honored as to become gospel!! (snw you know what you did.) writing fics and sharing them with each other is a tradition of story-telling that will outlast us by centuries, and it is damned wonderful to know that what we leave behind are affirmations of love and dedication.
đŞ - what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?
my aftercare is closing out the tab and running away from my computer sdhjk. i'm always very anxious about posting my work, and that's before sharing links or putting it anywhere else, so i usually post any writing i've gotten done right before i go to bed, and then in the morning i can read it with fresh eyes and a calmer brain and pat myself on the back for getting it done. that's a celebration in its way. other than that, drinking water is probably what i do the most after completing something.
đď¸ - which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?
actually, somebody already MADE a podfic of my groupchat fic the burning question, which would have been my answer!!!! the wonderful frecklebomb absolutely made my life when they put that together with their friends, i've never felt anything less than absolute joy remembering it.
𤲠- what do YOU get out of writing?
catharsis, baby! i write a lot of hurt/comfort to fill in gaps that i find myself thinking about between episodes/movies/chapters, and it often ends up being very therapeutic. i get the double pleasure of comforting someone and imagining being comforted, with the cherry on top that is narrative completion (at least by my standards).
đ - when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?
i wouldn't call it a priority when i'm leaving those comments, but it's always lovely when they do reply. i'm a collector of joy, knowing with certainty that i've "repaid" someone for their labor of love is never a bad thing, but i definitely don't expect or seek it. hoard all those compliments for a rainy day, y'all deserve them!!
âŻď¸ - how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
"healthy" really comes down to your point of view in fandom, but i do think that multi-platform engagement for fic authors lets you exercise a level of boundary-setting on social media relationships that the rise of tiktok has sort of blown out of the water.
i'm very tired so i'm not sure i could explain my thought process properly if i tried, but basically, going from an author's works on ao3 to their tumblr/twitter often feels like a delightful sneak peek into the mind behind the magic, while going from an author's tumblr/twitter to their works on ao3 can be like walking into a neighbor's studio and realizing they're michelangelo reincarnated. either way, multi-form engagement makes you value them as a person as much as you value the fruits of their labors.
on a less labyrinthine note, getting a message or comment from someone who read your stuff and loved it can be really comforting! someone who liked your work is among the followers who see your fandom theories and wildly thirsty tags. no matter how self-conscious you may get about Being Perceived, you now have at least one person who liked what they perceived.
that's what comforts me, anyway, as someone who is frequently anxious about making bad impressions and bothering people. it also encourages me to send off that complimentary message i've been thinking about sending for ages, even if i only do it anonymously. if i think i would appreciate getting a message like that, then it's worth doing.
𧿠- what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?
i really can't stress enough how much i write and post for myself more than for a potential audience. i tell the story that i want to read, not the one i've seen people wishing for. if the two end up being one and the same, that's the best feeling in the world, but it's not the motivating factor behind me writing/posting/sharing.
sometimes i do get less engagement on a fic than i thought i might and it makes me worry that i misread a character, or i write something that i find really funny that never gets commented on, but then i have to remind myself that i only post in the first place when i like it enough to post. if it's up, i've decided i liked it. i didn't decide it was perfect, and i didn't mind-read the fandom to figure out what they're looking for in a fic, and i don't need to as long as it's good enough for me. that's really the only step i take, i guess.
đ - share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
rubbing my grubby little paws together because OH BOY, i have a Mission Impossible benji & ilsa hurt/comfort dawning-friendship fic coming down the pipes that is very soft and sweet to me, and involves benji braiding ilsa's hair because she's failed miserably at doing it on her own and she's never had anyone to do it for her. it's my sweet angel baby right now, at least until good omens comes out in 24 hours and my synapses misfire to permanently sear the word 'GAY' behind my eyes.
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THINGS WOT I HAVE LEARNT AFTER BEING VIRTUALLY HOUSEBOUND FOR 3 YEARS THAT MAY BE HELPFUL TO THOSE IN SELF ISOLATION AND/OR LOCKDOWN DURING THE CORONAVIRUS PANDEMIC
(Background: I have a lifelong disability and am a wheelchair user. After surgery Iâve basically been stuck living and sleeping in one room for three years. These are things I have learnt which may help, though with the caveat that everyone is different, and baseline mental health varies.)
1. YOUR MENTAL HEALTH WILL PROBABLY SUFFER - and although humans are social creatures, even the most introverted will chafe against boundaries enforced upon them by circumstance. The degree to which it suffers will be related to your mental health baseline and physical health. Understand that this IS NOT YOUR FAULT. Stimuli and enrichment methods are required. Itâs why animals need such things in zoos and conservation parks. This leads us on to my next point.
2. COMPREHEND WHICH ACTIVITIES ARE ACTIVE AND PASSIVE FOR YOU Spending your confinement solely doing passive things (watching TV, Netflix, browsing the internet, scrolling through the internet) will take a load off your brain and make the time pass quicker. But if thatâs all you do, the sense of disconnection increases over time. Activities which require you to *do* something, even if itâs just engaging your motor skills via video games, or lifting some cans of beans, or actively reading - these deliberate acts foster a tiny sense of achievement which gives your brain a dose of helpful chemicals. If you want to consider your activities, look up the work of Marshall McLuhan as regards âhot mediaâ and âcold mediaâ (See https://mediawiki.middlebury.edu/MIDDâŚ/Hot_versus_cool_media for basic premise.) Balancing out your media intake with hot and cold activities keeps your brain active and pumping tasty neurotransmitters.
3. LIMIT YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA USAGE TO SOCIAL PURPOSES. Infinite scrolling as found on many social media platforms is a hot medium, as per McLuhan. The reason Likes exist is to give that little spike of interactivity. Itâs not a conspiracy to say many platforms are designed to keep you on them so they can show you more ads. (See also https://www.theguardian.com/âŚ/has-dopamine-got-us-hooked-on⌠which explains the brain chemistry angle) However, DMâs and other messaging faculties are supremely useful. Use them to interact with your friends, indulge your fandom theories. Person to person interaction requires and enhances deep-seated neurological and biophysical reflexes. Text your mates. Skype/Facetime or otherwise call them. Use the technology of the 21st century for genuine social ends, deliberately. Catch up with their lives one to one or in groupchats.
4. PICK TIMES TO CHECK THE NEWS AND STICK TO THEM. This relates to point 3 - unfortunately we live in a 24hr news cycle, with constant liveblogging of important issues. This means that weâre constantly streaming anxiety inducing situations into our brains JUST IN CASE. Thatâs not helpful, particularly when you canât actually DO anything about those events - the urge to DO something is why people are panic-buying. Itâs a very basic primordial need to grab resources for defence. By picking times of the day to check news, you are again, making a DELIBERATE CHOICE, enacting some small level of agency, while at the same time limiting anxiety-inducing stimuli. If the news gets too much, then donât check it as much - or at all - and do something else.
5. IF YOU DO THINGS WITH FRIENDS, SEE IF YOU CAN DO THEM ONLINE. Run that game of DnD/Other TTRPG youâve been meaning to. Hold your book club online. Have a few drinks online over voice-chat if you are missing the pub. Hold watch parties for your favourite shows. The key, as ever, is to be engaged rather than passive. Itâs harder if youâre ill, yes, but it can be done.
6. USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO CREATE THINGS. Write that fanfic. Start that novel. Design that game. Doodle. Paint. Humans have been creating since the day we became human. Consider things from the perspective of a pre-modern person. Make handprints on your own personal cave wall - contact each other and tell spooky stories. Build a complex fantasy world. Write an account of your confinement for some person to find pieces of years after youâre gone from the world. Think about a problem, and learn how to solve it via taking online classes (See http://www.openculture.com/freeonlinecourses) Write an essay on your chosen passion or hyperfixation - nobody needs to read it but you. Treat yourself to intellectual stimulation, if thatâs your thing.
7. IF YOU HAVE A SPIRITUAL. RITUAL, OR MEDITATIVE PRACTICE DO IT. It doesnât matter if itâs not perfect, or limited in scope. This also includes atheists and those who despise woo - you have personal rituals, things you do that have Meaning to you as a person. Maybe it;s alphabetizing your music collection, or spring cleaning or cooking your favourite meal like grandma used to make. Humans have patterns they perform. When you perform them DELIBERATIVELY (or dare I say MINDFULLY) you become aware that these are the scaffolds that structure human life.
8. STRUCTURE YOUR TIME. Following on from 7, we often donât realise the structure of our lives until it is disrupted. When thatâs removed, our minds can go into freefall. If youâre isolated/in lockdown, oftentimes you wonât be able to access those structures. Rather than wait for them to to become accessible again and risk a period of feeling lost and directionless, which can enhance depression and anxiety, itâs best to develop a new structure based on the resources you have. It can be as loose or as strict as you like, but sticking to it allows us to develop a rhythm which makes time pass in recognisable fashion and gives us a sense of being-in-the-world as some sort of engaged process.
9. KEEP YOUR SLEEP PATTERN REGULAR AND LONG ENOUGH. The key here is REGULAR. Following on from 8, itâs important to keep your body well rested, as this aids your immune system and cuts down on the possibility of your body having to deal with stress . If youâre ill itâs harder to keep this regular, because sometimes your body just needs sleep to regenerate NOW. Equally in isolation, particularly if youâre feeling mentally low, it can be tempting to sleep forever, because yâknow, youâre feeling low and whatâs the point. (Of course the point is why we have 8 in particular, along with all the rest.)
OBVIOUSLY EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT. Particularly for those with disabilities or chronic illnesses, we may be even more limited in our activities while isolated than able bodied folks. That said, the key is to remember that certainly during this pandemic, and otherwise YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE FEELING THIS WAY. Rubbish as it may be, many are in the same boat. If it pleases you to, seek them out - see what commonalities you have, what hopes and dreams and fascinations you may share. FIND THE OTHERS - itâs what humans have always done.
Be well.
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 1)
Monday   Tuesday   Wednesday   Thursday (Part 2)   Friday   Saturday   Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: swearing, homophobia (f slurs and d slur), panic attacks, toxic friends, mentions of attempted suicide/getting told to kill yourself
Word count: 6,377
(A/N): ok, so I definitely got carried away with this, so I had to split Thursday into two parts. If I kept it in one part, itâd probs be like 10k-11k words long lmao
You woke up feeling strangely more refreshed than usual. Glancing at your clock, you saw that you actually woke up about thirty minutes before your alarm went off. You got a whopping twelve hours of sleep, a stark contrast from your recent sleep schedule consisting of no more than four hours a night. You felt like you could rule the world with how much energy you had. Sure, you felt anxiety pooling in your stomach like you usually did and you had a terrible dream about Haley rejecting you and getting completely outed to the entire school, but that did not stop you from throwing your covers off your bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen with the most confidence youâve had since starting high school.
When you got to the kitchen, you saw a dead looking Uncle Schlatt slumped at the table chugging coffee and a chipper Philza trying to make conversation. Usually, you wouldâve joined Schlatt in being dead inside, but today was different. You were filled to the brim with energy that you havenât had in years. As you walked through the door, their heads turned towards you.
âMornin Dad, mornin Uncle Schlatt!â
Your uncle merely grunted before going back to guzzling down his coffee. Your dad smiled at you, âwell, looks like someoneâs well rested.â
âYeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep last night.â
âGlad to hear it, hun. You really needed it.â
âGlad to hear someoneâs feeling well rested,â your uncle grumbled into his coffee.Â
âSchlatt, donât be such a downer all the time,â Philza rolled his eyes at your uncle.Â
âFuck you Phil, Iâm a ball of fuckin sunshine. Ainât that right, sweetheart?âÂ
âYeah, Dad, I donât know what youâre talkin about. Uncle Schlattâs the heart and soul of this house. Even if he doesnât live here.â
Schlatt gave a booming laugh, âsuck it Phil. And that, (y/n), is why youâre my favorite niece.â
âAt least Iâm someoneâs- wait. Iâm your only niece.â
âStill my favorite niece!â
You grinned happily, that was better than nothing. âLove ya, Uncle Schlatt!â
Your uncleâs cocky grin turned more sincere and he diverted his full attention to you, âlove ya too, kid.â
âLove each other quieter, you woke me up.â Wilburâs tired voice complained as he walked into the room and slumped into his chair next to Schlatt. Schlatt clapped a hand onto his shoulder and rustled his hair.
âMy man! Howâs Sally, huh?â
Wilbur flushed red and started sputtering as Philza turned his confused gaze to his son. âWhoâs Sally, Wilbur?â
You couldnât leave your brother high and dry when he accepted you for being yourself so readily yesterday, so you quickly jumped in for him. âSallyâs just one of his friends at school. Theyâre job shadowing together for their project. Right, Wilbur?â You turned towards the flustered man with a somewhat forced smile and raised eyebrows. He looked at you with immense relief and nodded vigorously, his hair flopping onto his forehead.Â
âYes! Weâre planning on job shadowing our band director, he said that itâd be a good idea if we want to major in music.âÂ
âOh, why didnât you tell me about her before! You should invite her over for dinner, Iâd love to meet her!â Oh, your dad did not buy your terrible excuse for Wilbur, that man is like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out lies. Poor, poor Wilbur.Â
Despite the blush remaining on his cheeks, Wilbur seemed to think that Philza actually bought his weak excuse. âIâll invite her over soon. Does Friday night next week work?â
Philza grinned cheekily, âyes! I canât believe you havenât brought her over sooner if youâre close enough to job shadow with her!â
At this point, Schlattâs face was cherry red with his almost failed attempt to hold in his laughter. âIâm not missin this. Me anâ Tubbs are comin over next Friday.âÂ
Wilbur still hasnât noticed that they hadnât bought it, you thought he was more perceptive than that. Eventually, Philza started to make breakfast and conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as everybody waited for Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo. Deciding to pull out your phone, you scrolled through your notifi- wait. Why did you have forty-two messages from Adrian and Sammy? Why did they make a groupchat with everyone except Annie? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you opened the group chat. What you read made your breathing catch in your chest and your skin blanch, it wasnât a dream. Everything was real.
Sammy <3
(y/n) you fucking pervert
How could you do this to us????
Adrian <3
Weâve given you everything and yet youâre still a disgusting person.Â
Fucking faggot
We thought we could fix you, but youâre broken
Youâre always going to be
Sammy <3
And now, youâre gonna go to hell with all the other dykes and fairies.
Itâll probably be heaven for you, surrounded by perverts like yourself
Youâre staying far away from Annie
Adrian <3
Youâve put her through so much shit and now this
We swear to god if you talk to her again weâre gonna make you wish you wouldâve gone through with killing yourself freshman year
Weâre leaking the pictures slut
You felt your anxiety melt away into betrayal. So they were yours and Haleyâs stalkers? How dare they try to leak Haleyâs pictures. They could leak yours, you didnât give a shit if yours were leaked. You could learn to live with it, you always did after all the shit you put yourself through throughout the years, but Haleyâs? She didnât do anything. Even if her rejection was painful, you still deeply cared for her. She didnât deserve that. You, however, did for not being normal. For making people around you uncomfortable with your presence.Â
(Y/n)
That was you guys?????
Why the fuck would you do that
I trusted youÂ
All of you
Sammy <3
We trusted you too dyke
But youâre a two-faced bitch
And to think we actually thought you were our friend
Were you only friends with Ann and I so you could get into our pants?
Iâm disgusted
Youâre a fucking pervert.
Adrian <3
We shouldnât have talked you out of suicide freshman year
You fucking deserve it
Make Annieâs life easier and just swan dive off a roof
Youâll be doing everyone a favor
(Y/n)
Listen, I donât care if you leak my pictures.
Just donât leak Haleyâs
She has no part in this
Iâll leave you guys alone if you delete Haleyâs pictures
Hell, Iâll do anything for you if you could release them after the final volleyball match today
Itâs Haleyâs time to shine and she deserves the attention as team captain
Sheâs worked so hard to get there all of high school and leaking my nudes would take the attention away from her
Let her have her moment
Sammy <3
For once she has a point
She probably manipulated the poor girl
Who knows what the fag wouldâve done to her if we didnât expose her
Adrian <3
Fine, weâll delete Haleyâs pictures and weâll wait until after the game
But weâre leaking yours
You deserve it for what you did to Annie and Haley
âKid, are you okay? Youâre kinda pale over there buddy.â
Looking up from your phone, you saw everybodyâs eyes on you. They each looked concerned, but Wilbur even more so. He was the only one in the room at the moment that knew about your panic attacks. He stood up from his spot and walked over to you with long strides.
âShe just remembered the homework in stats that we forgot about. Techno asked us in the group chat about it, we were just about to go and see if he could help us.âÂ
âBut Wilbur, I thought you took statistics last year.â
âNo, that was algebra two, Iâm taking stats this year,â that was a lie, he was in pre-calculus this year. âCâmon (y/n), lets go finish that assignment.âÂ
He grabbed your shoulder and hauled you into a stand before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs and into Technoâs room. Said pink-haired teenager looked up angrily. âWhatâd I say about kno- (y/n)?â
Wilbur closed the door and locked it behind him. He dragged you over to Technoâs bed and sat you down on the edge before kneeling down to look you in the eyes.
â(Y/n), can I touch you? Is that alright?â
After you shakily nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. âBreathe with me.â Like yesterday, you tried to copy his movements, but it wasnât working. Your panic attack was just getting worse by the minute. Techno pushed Wilbur aside and took his place kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
â(Y/n), can you tell me five things you can see around the room?â
When you didnât move your wide eyes away from Technoâs face, he frowned and gently squeezed your hand. âYou can get through this. Whatâre five things you can see around the room?â
You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his face and peered around the room. You hadnât noticed that your blurred vision had tunneled until you realized that you couldnât see anything in your peripheral vision. Your unseeing eyes flicked around the room.Â
You tried to swallow, but you couldnât do anything through the lump in your throat. With a shaky voice, you gasped out âI-I canât breathe. I-â
âDeep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me.â
You tried to breathe with him, and you eventually got to the point where you could speak. Your eyes flicked around the room once again and slowly recognized your surroundings.Â
âYou⌠Wilbur⌠Desk⌠WindowâŚâ
âThatâs good, just one more.â
Your eyes flicked around the room, â...Book.â
âLook back at me, youâre doing so good,â when you looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. âNice job. Now, four things you can feel. Can you do that for me?â
You shakily nodded and looked at your hands and around your surroundings. âBed⌠Pants⌠You⌠Carpet.â
âThree things you can hear?â
âYou⌠Birds⌠Breathing.â
âYouâre almost there, Iâm so proud of you. Two things you can smell?â
âToast and⌠and burning?â
Despite his confusion about the sudden burning smell, he continued to smile at you. âGood, last one. One thing you can taste?â
You licked your lips before scrunching your nose slightly, â...snot.â
âWilbur, can you go get her a few kleenexes and a glass of water?â Techno asked his brother without taking his eyes off you.
Wordlessly, he swiftly left the room. âAre you feeling better?â
You panted as you reached up to rub at your teary eyes, âyeah, howâd you know what to do?â
His smile turned slightly bashful, âI did some research last night. Iâm glad I did, that was a bad panic attack. Can I- can I ask what caused it?â
You pulled out your phone and handed it to him, letting him scroll through the messages while you brought up your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You felt tired after that attack, however you had a little bit more energy than you usually did. Only a little bit more. It was probably because you slept for half the day and through the night yesterday. You watched your brother scroll through your texts with tired eyes.Â
He was emotionless as he scrolled, making you somewhat scared about what his reaction would be. He probably hasnât gotten to the whole âgo kill yourselfâ or the stalking parts. Judging by his set jaw and labored breathing, he was pissed already and he didnât even get to the bad parts yet.
In the middle of his scrolling, Wilbur came back with a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. When you hardly moved to grab them, he sat on the bed beside you and handed you a tissue. After cleaning up, you took the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it. âThanks, Wil.âÂ
He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. When he looked over Technoâs shoulder at your phone, you saw his eyebrows furrow. âTech, whatâs-â
He was interrupted as Techno shoved your phone into his hands and stood up to start pacing around his room. âRead it yourself.â He sounded more monotone than usual. He was absolutely furious.
You watched Wilburâs face as he read through your messages. Unlike Technoblade, he looked furious. His eyes were set ablaze as his entire face turned an angry red. â(Y/n), what the absolute fuck? Why didnât you tell us this was happening?â
Shrinking in on yourself and pulling your knees closer to your chest, you murmured out a small âsorry.â You saw him quickly turn his head to you as his face softened. He pulled you into a full hug.
âThis isnât your fault. None of it is, itâs all their fault,â he spat with disgust. âHowâd they even get your nudes? Did you send them to anyone?â
You leaned your head against his shoulder, âthatâs the thing, Wil. Iâve never taken nudes before. They took them through my window. I deserve it.â
You felt him freeze up and heard Techno pause his pacing to stomp over to you. He tore Wilburâs arms off from you and held you out at arms length by your shoulders. He looked the most angry than youâve ever seen him with his furious eyes burning into your own and his mouth set in a firm frown. It was terrifying to see him that angry.
â(Y/n), you donât deserve a single fucking thing thatâs happened to you. You were manipulated and gaslit by a group of self righteous assholes. You. Do. Not. Deserve. Anything. That. Happened. To. You. Do you understand me?âÂ
Despite your fears of him, you were determined to protect your friends. âBut I do deserve it though. I was a bad friend to them. I tried so hard, but I couldnât be a good friend to them when they were always helping me. Iâm just not a good person in general. I deserve it for not being normal.â
â(Y/n)-â
âTechnoblade, thatâs enough.â Wilbur cut him off with a firm tone, putting a comforting hand on your arm.
âNo it isnât Wilbur. Itâs not enough until she realizes how fucking toxic they are. What theyâre doing is gaslighting. Youâre in a psychology class, you should know what that is. Give me the definition of it. Now.â
âItâs when someone manipulates another person for their own personal gain⌠Iâd know if Iâm being gaslit, and Iâm not. Theyâre just telling me the truth, they keep me in check. I could put more effort into my appearance and personality. I could stand to lose a couple of pounds.â âHow do you not- ya know what? Listen. Just listen. Thatâs the definition of being gaslit. Theyâre constantly putting you down and making you self conscious about every. Little. Thing because they need to put someone down to fuel their own damaged egos and they laugh at you when you show that youâre hurt by their comments. Thatâs not a healthy friendship, (y/n). Itâs toxic.Â
âReal friends would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Real friends would never tell you that you looked like shit when youâre as beautiful as Aphrodite. Real friends would never out you to the entire school when you werenât ready. Real friends would never tell you to lose weight because they wouldnât care about what you look like. Real friends care about your well being and they look out for you. They love you for you.â
You fell silent as you contemplated his words. Were they really that toxic? You were planning on being a psychology major in college, so why didnât you notice that they were actually always against you? You learned in your class that manipulative people are naturally cunning and sneaky, but you couldnât help but feel stupid. You thought that they were helping you when they were clearly toxic. It was right under your nose and you didnât even see the signs. What kind of psychology student were you if you couldnât recognize the obvious signs of manipulation?Â
On one hand, you were filled with betrayal. But on the other hand, you felt molten hot anger overwhelm and swirl around your entire body like a cyclone absolutely decimating everything in its path with its violent winds hurling in a blind rage anything and everything without a care of the outcome. You felt the burning hatred of a thousand suns rise up from deep within your being, filling you with a hatred that you didnât know you were capable of.Â
They fucked up your entire life, not you. They were the ones with the ugly personalities, not you. They were the ones that needed to improve themselves, not you. They were bad friends, not you. They laughed at the pain they brought upon you purposefully. They completely humiliated you. They betrayed your trust. They took pictures of you without your consent. They fucked up your relationship with Haley. They violated Haley. They fucking stole her dignity from her with those disgusting pictures they took of her. They were truly vile creatures undeserving of any mercy. Not that you were actually considering being merciful, that would be too good for them. They deserved everything you were going to throw at them. You were going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your past self.Â
You felt yourself practically vibrate with fury as you held Technobladeâs intense gaze with one of your own. âThose bastards fucking used me for years. Literal years and I thought they were there for me,â you gave a sardonic laugh, your voice shaking with anger. âI-Iâm gonna fuckin kill them the next time I see their sorry asses. Make them feel what itâs like to get tossed out of a car. Make them feel what itâs like to constantly get beaten down.â
Technoâs hands gripped your shoulders in a vice grip as his eyes sparked with a crazed delight and he grinned widely at you, âthatâs the spirit! Youâre gonna rain hellfire upon them, beat their asses (y/n)! Fuck em up! FUCK! EM! UP!â
Wilbur, always thinking about potential consequences and the voice of reason, spoke up with hesitance. âAs much as I love that youâre finally realizing that theyâre toxic as hell and want revenge, youâd have to wait at least until tomorrow. If you did it today, you wouldnât be allowed to go to finals. Besides, I donât think that you should even fight them. You would be out- wait. Theyâre the ones that opened the car door and fucked up your back?â Seeing you nod, his face darkened in anger. â...(Y/n), youâre gonna fuck em up as soon as you can tomorrow. Weâll back you up if they try to gang up on you, we arenât eighteen yet, so itâs still legal. â
âYES, SUCCUMB TO THE ANARCHY! WEâRE GONNA FUCK EM UP!â
âYOU ARE NOT FUCKING ANYONE UP ANYTIME SOON, TECHNOBLADE.â Philzaâs voice boomed from behind the closed door. Said door swung open to reveal your fatherâs angry form and your uncleâs intrigued, slightly proud form.
You three stared at the two for a while with gaping mouths, your previous intensity substantially diminuendos into a quiet shock. No one fucks with an angry Dadza. Techno was the quickest to get over the shock. â...How long were you standing there?â
Your father sneered. âWell, long enough to hear that you three are going to fight someone! Why the hell would you do that?âÂ
Your brothers looked at you in a silent question. Shaking your head, you answered in a small voice, âthereâs just some people messing with me at school. They were just worried about me. We werenât gonna actually fight someone, they were just talking about how itâd be nice to get some revenge for me. I was just about to tell them that I could handle myself and we didnât need to fight.â
Immediately, your dadâs stiff stance relaxed slightly as his eyes pierced into your own, searching them to see if youâre lying to him or not. You felt a cold sweat drip down the back of your head at the intensity of his gaze, you hated when he did that. It always made you feel like he was staring right at your soul. Eventually, his gaze softened.
âWhy didnât you tell me? I couldâve helped you through it.â
âI didnât want to bother you. Plus, itâs nothing I canât handle by myself.â
âBut you looked really panicked earlier hun. Are you sure you can-â
âI just forgot about my stats homework until this morning and I thought I wouldnât be able to get it done in time, but I did! No worries,â you spoke a little faster than usual. You prayed that he wouldnât see through your lie.Â
â...Alright. Just let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I can talk with your principal about it. Now go eat something and get ready, you only have,â he glanced at the clock on the wall, âan hour before you have to be at school. Hurry up or youâre going to be late.â
Your dad turned around and walked down the hallway away from the room. Schlatt, however, loomed in the doorway for a while before he came into the room and closed the door behind him. You three watched him warily as he eyed you and your brothers.
â...Ya know, I approve,â after seeing your confused looks, he chuckled and spoke again. âI approve of you three fuckin em up. I heard part of your conversation, and those snot nosed brats deserve it for what they did to my favorite niece.â
You three stared at him with shock, making him laugh at you. âClose your mouths, youâre gonna catch flies.â He paused for a second before leaning towards you and whispering ânow, you didnât hear it from me, but the key to a good punch is following through with it. Donât hesitate. Donât tuck your thumb in, thatâll break it. Make sure you center your hit on your index and middle fingers, they are the strongest points of the hand. If you need to, go for the eyes, nose, and groin.â
âI-thank you Uncle Schlatt. I really appreciate it. Just- please donât tell dad?â
âOf course not! I mean, if you donât fuck em up enough I will. (Y/n), when youâre done, I want details.â
You saluted sarcastically, âyessir, will do!â
He gave a boisterous laugh, âyou better. Now go get ready.âÂ
As he was about to walk out of the room, he suddenly paused and his hand shot to his pants pocket. He pulled something out before putting it into your hand and turning again to walk out of the room. âThis is from Tubbo and Tommy. They were worried about you.â In your hand laid three of your favorite candies. You felt your heart swell at their innocent, caring natures. They were honestly some of the sweetest kids youâve ever met.Â
âWell boys, you get first pics!â You held out the candy to them.
Wilbur looked at you with knitted eyebrows, âbut they gave those to you.â
âI wouldnât have gotten through that panic attack without you guys helping me, so take this as a temporary thank you.â You watched as they glanced at each other before reaching out to grab a piece of candy.
âAlright, Iâm gonna go get ready, you guys can take the bathroom before me. Love you guys!â
You went into your room and made sure your curtains were closed before turning to your closet. Humming in thought, you picked out a white button up and the nicest sweater you owned. You put on the collared button up then slipped the sweater on over it so that the collar poked out of the neck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident in yourself than youâve felt since you started hanging out with them. Fuck them, they always lied to you. You looked great in anything you put on. You felt elated and basked in the spectacular feeling of being able to like what you wore.Â
While you waited for your brothers to leave the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts before you stopped on one: Haleyâs. The girl that stole your heart and relentlessly stomped on it until it was a red puddle at her feet. Despite the pain, you still loved her. She was your everything. Your thumb hovered over her icon, contemplating on texting her. You had to tell her that she didnât have to worry about her pictures anymore.Â
(Y/n)
Haley
I know you donât want to talk to me, but I have good news
You donât have to worry about your pics anymore
I took care of it.
You donât have to reply to this
Just know that I took care of it and you donât have to worry about it anymore.
You sat on your bed staring at your phone screen waiting for her to open your messages. You stared at the âdeliveredâ icon at the bottom of your message, waiting for it to say âreadâ. You stared for about ten minutes before you gave up, putting your phone in your pocket and standing up with a sigh. She would see it eventually. Just as you reached your door, you felt a vibration in your pocket. You whipped out your phone and smiled at Haleyâs face on your screen. She was calling you.Â
Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you clicked the answer button, âhey Hales.â
â(Y/n), whatâd you do?â
âI took care of it. Thatâs all you have to know.â
âI think I should know more. Whatâd you do?â
You paused for a moment before you hesitantly said, âI asked them to delete your pictures and they have to, itâs part of our deal.â
â...You found out who they were?â
âYeah, but thatâs not important. You donât have to worry about it.â
â(Y/n), donât tell me what to worry about. Who are they?â
â...Fine, it was Adrian Schnieder, Annie Lockhart, and Sammy McConnor. Ya know, youâre scary when youâre mad Hales. Remind me not to get on your bad side again.â
âIt was them? You hang out around them all the time, I thought you were good friends. Why would they do that?â
Even though she couldnât see you, you shrugged. âI dunno. I think they were just jealous. Theyâre assholes and I canât believe I havenât noticed it a lot sooner. Iâm sorry they put you through that, you didnât deserve what they did to you.â
âGod (y/n),â she sighed out, you imagined that she was running a hand through her hair. âI canât imagine how much that hurt you. You four were really close.â
âI know, but it was a long time coming. Like I said, I shouldâve noticed that it was them. Theyâve always been toxic as hell.â
âHowâd you find out? What happened?â
âDid you hear about what they did to me yesterday?â
âShould I? If youâre not comfortable talking about it, thatâs totally okay. You donât have to talk about it if you donât wanna.â
âNo, itâs fine. Youâre gonna hear about it eventually, shit spreads like wildfire at Klinkver. Long story short, they outed me to the entire school and thought that I was only friends with them to get in their pants. They basically told me to kill myself,â you added nonchalantly. âBut thatâs not the important part about this. They told me that they were the people that took those pictures of you.â
â...(Y/n), how could you say thatâs not important! They fucked up your life and all you care about is my pictures? Whatâd they say theyâd do with yours?â
âI asked them to not leak them until after the match tonight so you could have the spotlight. You deserve it after all the hard work youâve put in to get team captain. Zuri was hard to beat and you deserve the recognition for that.â
You heard her take a deep breath through her nose, â(y/n), for once in your life care about yourself over others. Youâre gonna be exposed to the entire school and it bothers me that youâre being so nonchalant about that.â
âTheyâve put me through worse. Besides,â you wove a hand in the air, âitâll all blow over sooner or later when another person gets their nudes leaked. You remember how fast people forgot about Marleneâs nudes when Mayâs got leaked like a week later.â
âStill, itâs degrading to have people see you like that. No matter how fast they get over it, it doesnât change the fact that theyâve seen you. You canât come back from that sweetheart.â
You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. Even if she called almost everybody that, you felt special. âI donât care if people see my boobs, it wasnât even a clear picture anyways. It was hella blurry.â
Your door swung open for the second time today. There stood Tommy, his eyes peering innocently at you. âDad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.â
You smiled at him, âthank you buddy. Let him know Iâll be down in a minute. Oh, and thank you for the candy, it really made me happy.â
He beamed brightly before he sprinted down the stairs. âWas that Tommy? Is he gonna be at the match tonight?â
âOf course, he and Tubbo are our teamâs mascots after all. They would never miss a game, especially our final match.â
âI canât wait to see them, but we need to talk about this. Itâs more serious than you paint it as. How are you not pissed at those dumbasses? You trusted them and they betrayed you.â
âOh, believe me Iâm furious. Heh, Iâm actually kinda shaking right now because of how pissed I am. But for now, Iâm just gonna imagine their faces on the ball so I can keep my mind off them until tomorrow.â
â...Please donât tell me youâre gonna do something stupid tomorrow.â
âI wouldnât call it stupid per se, they deserve it for what they put you through. Itâs more getting justice than being stupid.â
â(Y/n), I swear to god if you start a fight just to get back at them for me, Iâm gonna slap you. Think about yourself every once and a while, they put you through so much. If you feel comfortable, youâre gonna tell me everything they did to you tonight on the bus coming home.â
âSo weâre gonna sit together?â You tried and failed to stomp the hopeful tone from your voice.
Her laugh sounded angelic in your ear, âof course we are silly, youâre my best friend. I gotta go, my dadâs calling me. Iâll talk to you later!â
âSee ya!â When you hung up, you danced around your room with joy. You- no, they- didnât ruin your friendship with Haley after all! Oh, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with joy. Even if she didnât like you like you adored her, you still cherished your friendship. Looking back, Haley and the team always had your back, they genuinely cared about you. They were perhaps the only ones you would fully trust in the future.Â
â(Y/N), HURRY UP YOUâRE GONNA BE LATE!â Tommyâs voice outside your door shook you from your happy dance. âComing!â
You ran to the bathroom and hastily went through your routine. Despite your rushing, you tried your best to look presentable. You were going to prove those snakes wrong, you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you looked.
After running down the stairs with your bag, your dad stopped you before you could run out the door with your keys. âYou look nice today hun.â
âThanks Dad, I just wanted to dress up a bit for finals today. Iâm honestly really pumped to play tonight.â
âThatâs good,â he smiled at you before pulling you into a quick hug. âJust take it easy today, you need to save your energy for the match tonight... Listen, I donât know what happened to you this morning and I donât know exactly whatâs going on in your life right now, but just know that Iâm always gonna be here for you. Whether you need help with homework, advice, or if you want me to beat up someone elseâs dad for you,â he chuckled, âIâll do it.âÂ
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, happy with the contact. You two stood in the hall for a moment before he pulled away and told you to leave for school.Â
The drive to the school was uneventful with your brothers mainly holding up the conversation. As you pulled into the parking lot, you realized that you needed to catch up on two full days of stats homework.
âHey Tech?â He hummed, looking over to you.
âSorry, but would I be able to maybe copy your stats notes from Tuesday?â
âYeah, Iâll give em to you so you can copy it before school starts. Weâd have to go to Mr. Mullins for yesterdayâs notes though. We can just ask him about it before school starts.â
As you pulled into a space and moved to leave the car, a hand stopped you. â(Y/n), if any of those two-faced bitches bother you at all, let us know. Donât deal with this on your own, weâre here for you,â Wilbur said genuinely.
âYeah, if they say anything bad about you, itâs on sight.â
You laughed, âthanks guys, Iâll let you guys know if they do anything. We gotta get going though if Tech and I wanna get those notes done.â
In the school, you and Techno successfully got your notes done before the first bell rang. The rest of class went by without a hitch with you actually somewhat understanding mostly everything being taught. You even got a question right when you were called on! Turns out not feeling weighed down by toxic people helps a lot with concentration.
The only block you were dreading was the second block. You were sure that if you even glanced at Annie and Adrian, youâd go apeshit on them. Luckily for them, they didnât show up to class today. They were probably comforting Annie after you âmanipulatedâ her, you thought with an eye roll. Today was just another work day, so you pulled out your laptop and opened Google Docs. You saw Annieâs and Adrianâs unfinished and you were slapped in the face with inspiration.Â
They were still expecting you to finish their essays, so you were gonna finish them alright. You were going to completely rewrite their essays all about how they were terrible homophobes and how LGBT+ people are always facing some form of discrimination amongst their peers, complete with attached screenshots of them calling you slurs over text. Youâd even write a little note at the beginning that would tell your teacher that they didnât write this, but they made you write it so you deserved the credit for it. You didnât care that this would take a while, the satisfaction that you would get would be worth it. This was going to completely screw up their grades, this essay was worth twenty five percent of your overall grade. Mr. Todd was really laid back, so he only had a few rules in the classroom. First was to respect your classmateâs time and work, second was to clean up after yourselves, and third (âthe most important oneâ he said on the first day of school) was that he would never tolerate racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia in his classroom. Your masterpieces you were writing would definitely earn them a failing grade, a good scolding from Mr. Todd, and maybe a visit to the principalâs office. This would be first in a long line of gifts you have in mind for them.Â
At lunch, you were slightly stumped as to where you should sit. You didnât really know anybody in your lunch period, so you just sat at the empty table Adrian, Annie, and Sammy left for you today and ate while working on your masterpieces. Finding sources was extremely easy for you, you remembered doing extensive research about discrimination when you first found out that you werenât the straight girl you thought you were. Luckily for you, you still had the old Google Doc full of sources you wanted to save for later. Thank you, freshman you.Â
Third and fourth block went by relatively quickly, you completely finished the work in both classes with plenty of time left for you to continue typing up the essays. You had gotten Adrianâs completely done and Annieâs thesis written. Oh, revenge is sweet. You werenât even done with what you had in store for them.Â
You had their parentâs phone numbers and you got Adrianâs bossâ number from Marlene, who worked with him as a waitress. Annieâs parents were total sweethearts that would be absolutely fuming if you showed them what she said to you. You werenât sure about Adrianâs or Sammyâs parents, but you were going to send them screenshots anyways. If Adrianâs parents were as bigoted as he was, you still had his boss to fall back on. You could email the screenshots to the principal and the athletic director so that you could have something to rely on if Sammyâs parents had the same beliefs as she did. She valued cross country more than everything, so you could fuck that up for her. Revenge never tasted so sweet to you before, it felt like you were high with how giddy you were. Techno and Wilbur were going to love this.Â
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Crush
Fandom:My babysitterâs a vampire
Request: â If possible can you write about different times where Benny weir tries to impress the reader and fails but ends up successfully wining her over somehow please đĽşđđ â
Genre: Fluff
Warnings:Mentions of violence
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Benny's crush on you was nothing short of obvious. You'd known him and Ethan since grade school, so there was no way not to notice his change of behavior towards you.
At first he started texting you more often. Instead of talking on the groupchat you had with the fang gang, you would have long private conversations about movies, school, Friday night plans, the supernatural and spells and everything in between. You weren't special in any way, didn't have powers like Benny or E and you weren't a vampire like Sarah or Rory, you were just you. Nevertheless, you loved helping your friends through all of their adventures. One of these charades, however, ended poorly for you.Â
You had gotten beaten up by a couple of vampires one night, as revenge for taking out their leader. They left you for good on the ground, covered in blood and dirt and tears. Almost instinctively, you made your way to Ethanâs and from there, everyone found out about what had happened. Benny got to you first, after he received the messages about the incident
"What happened?" he burst through the door of E's room. You were laying in bed, all bandaged up, with E bandaging your wounds. That didn't last long, cause Benny decided to take over and take care of you himself.Â
"You feeling ok?" he asked, once Ethan left to get you something sweet from the kitchen, to cheer you up
"Better and better" you replied honestly
"You could have come to mine, too. I would have cared for you just like E!"Â
"You're helping me now, it's all that matters!"Â
Soon enough, you were back in action, back to your old self, as if the accident never even happened.Â
Couple of weeks after that night,you and Benny were walking home after school when he cracked a joke about how great of a couple you would makeÂ
"I mean, could you imagine everyone's face if we got together?"Â
"Sarah would lose her mind" you laughed
"I know but like, honestly, I think it wouldn't be that crazy?" he raised his shoulders, trying to make it sound like it was no big deal but failing miserably "I mean we've been friends since forever and we both like the same things and have the same idea of a perfect date night!"Â
"Oh do we now?" you laughed "Care to share?"Â
âA movie night in!â he replied, very confidently âPizza, snacks, cuddles and action movies. What more could you possibly ask for?â
âSome romance for startersâÂ
âDid I forget to mention the cuddles?â
âNoâ you laughed at his silliness âBut what about something a little more fancy than pjs and doritosâ
âFirst off, my star trek jammies? Bomb! You even said so yourselfâ Benny pointed an incriminatory finger at you and you nodded your head âSecond off, go ahead! Tell us about this elegant dream date of yours!â
âDinner in town!â
âLame!â
âA walk through the city center after? Dressed in fancy clothes and looking up at all the Christmas decorations! Oh, did I mention itâs the winter season?â
âI can sense that you are trying really hard to redeem yourself but still pretty lameâ
Talks like this, about perfect dates and ideal partners became a routine between you and Benny. You opened up to him a lot more than you ever did to anyone else and he was opening up to you just as much, if not more. And then the compliments came next.
âY/N, your hair looks really good today!â
âThat shirt fits you well!â
âI like what you did with your makeup!â
âY/N, you look especially pretty today!â
Each day that went by he got more and more bald with his comments. Compliments turned into flirtations remarks that made you blush and than, finally, he asked you on a date. It happened after you and your friends captured a fairy that Rory summoned by accident, while playing with grandma Weirâs spell books.
âSo, anything else planned tonight?â Benny asked you, on your walk back home
âAfter that?â you laughed âNo, I think whatever plan I had went out the window after thatâ
âSo then maybe you could come over? Grandma made brownies, we could steal the tray and watch horror movies'' Benny stuffed his fists into his pockets and took a deep breath before adding â Like a little date nightâŚâ
âA date night?â you questioned
âWell, yeah!â
âItâs kinda late...â you said after giving it some thought âAnd Iâm tired.â
âOh, um, yeah! No problem!â he smiled in a poor attempt to hide his disappointment
âThank you though!â
âYeah, no problem.â you walked past him and turned the corner on your street but before you could get too far away, Benny screamed
âThe offer is still open whenever, you know?â
âI doâ you smiled before waving goodbye!
Next day at school, things were back to normal. Benny was as flirty with you as ever and even a little more touchy than you knew him to be.You were getting used to this Benny and the more time went on, the more you were growing to like this new version of him.Â
One day, a little over a month after that night, after classes, he was helping you study in the library. You had an important history exam coming up and needed help learning. You had spent all day there and were beyond exhausted by the time you finally exited school with B by your side.
â You will do great, donât even worry about it!â
âEasy for you to say. This grade is important to me Benny. Maybe after I get home and have some lunch I will look over my notes some more andâŚâ
âNo, no no no!â you were cut off by Benny âYou are tiring yourself out for no reason! Listen to me, you are more than prepared!â B stepped in front of you to look into your eyes âYou did amazing today and got incredible scores on all your practice tests. You are more than prepared and I believe in you! You got this!â you smiled at his kind words
âIs the offer still available?â
âWhat offer?â you giggled. It had been a long time since that night
âDate night offerâ Bennyâs expression turned to panic as he realised what you were talking about
âAaa, yeah! Absolutelyâ
âCool. Then Iâm free on Friday?â
âYeah, yeah! Friday works fine for me!â
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âJust a few more stepsâŚâ Benny whispered to you as he was helping you navigate his house blindfolded. He had a surprise for you that he was very excited about.
âDonât peak!â
âI wonâtâ
âOk, you ready?â
âAs ready as Iâll ever beâ when B took off your blindfold, it took you a moment to adjust to the dim light of the candles, that were flickering all around the dining room. The table was decorated with roses and 2 servings of pasta were waiting for you
âBennyâŚâ you were left speechless
âItâs the middle ground for both our perfect dates! A fancy dinner, except in the comfort of our homeâ he laughed before adding, somewhat more shy this time âDo you like it?â but all you could do was wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him deeply. At first he was taken by surprise but as soon as he registered what was happening, he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to his body and kissing you back with even more passion. His soft lips felt like heaven, like the way you always imagined they would. Had it not been for your need for air, you wouldnât have pulled away ever. âThat usually happens at the end of the movieâ Benny laughed
âYeah, well, we arenât exactly your standard coupleâ you giggled
âC-couple?â
âYes, Bens. Couple!â and with that you leaned back in for another kiss, getting lost in his embrace and the taste of his lips.
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AYUMIE PLS FIND YOU IN OUR DREAMS IS SUCH A MASTERPIECE OMG 𼺠YOUR TALENT IS OVERFLOWING đŠâźď¸ also can i request h from soulmate alphabet + jake from enha? i think it'd be such a concept + with your top-tier writing... I AM CRAVING SIM JAEYUN CUDDLES AND YOUR TALENTED WRITING, I WILL DO ANYTHING đłđĽ
hearts beating together.
gn!reader Ă jake soulmate!au, fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of itzy's ryujin, itzyâs yuna, stray kid's jeongin, nctâs chenle
word count: 1.7k
aaaah thanks so much for liking it you flatter me too much oml <33 this was such a fun request i hope you like it!!!
send in a letter + an idol/character and i'll write a little about it! my request guidelines are on the link in my bio
warning(s): swearing, mentions of food, petnames used platonically(?)
h...eartbeats (the soulmates share the same heartbeatâwhen one feels panicked, shocked, tired, etc, the other can feel it too).
your heart confuses you. it races when you relax, slows in the worst of times. a heartbeat bond is strange and uncomfortable at times, but the rush of excitement you feel when your heartbeat changes is incomparable to any other feeling. but of course, it has its downsides.
"...left leg on the ground, right leg bent, stretch out those muscles," of course your soulmate is getting into a stressful situation just as you're trying to relax. you press pause on the yoga video and flop onto your bed. youâre so excited to meet your soulmate, but the way theyâve messed your plans up so many times, youâre looking forward to giving them a good punch too. you focus on the ba-dump, ba-dump of your heart, like it could somehow lead you to the person behind it. huffing out a sigh, you pull out your phone, shooting off a text to your groupchat with your friends
RYUJINâS HOES
sent: are any of you free? my heart personâs being an asshole so i may as well go out
delivered, jeongin: well shit sucks to be you iâm at work with my SOULMATE
sent: fuck right off
sent: ryujin jake chenle please
delivered, ryujin: iâm omw to practice but you can come?
delivered, ryujin: i know you have swim after just hang out till then
sent: YES THANK YOU BABE this is why iâm only ryujins hoe smh
âget in loser!â ryujin is pulled up in front of your door, watching you scramble to not drop your bags. you run down the driveway, waving goodbye to your parents as you slide into the passenger seat.
âgod youâre such a lifesaver, whoeverâs attached to my heart has it out for meâ she chuckles, completely used to your rants about your soulmate. she hasnât found hers either, but her soulmate has a much less intensive schedule, so sheâs not very bothered by her bond, although, the pink-haired girl next to you is an athlete, so her soulmate is probably just as aggravated as you.
the ride to the school is short, and you find a parking spot quickly, so youâre out on the football field in no time. ryujinâs teammates are already on the grass, adjusting uniforms and stretching. she joins them quickly, changing inside and running out. you take a seat on the benches lining the field, settling in to watch them play. your heart is still pounding, but watching the others play, you donât notice it as much.
the boyâs team is playing one field over, so you can watch them as well. familiar faces dot that field too, and because they let out before the girls, you get to talk to them while waiting. chenle and jake plop down next to you, teasing you about your obviously heaving chest.
âyou all worked up watching the games?â chenle nudges you from his side, the feeling of his sweaty shoulder making you shudder. âas if. my soulmates running a marathon or something, like they like to do every day,â jake twists his face in sympathy, "well you've got practice in a bit right? give them a taste of their own medicine!"
"yeah, you know what? i will! thank you jake, for being a good friend," you speak pointedly, gesturing towards chenle. pushing yourself up off the bench, you walk towards the changing rooms near the pool, yelling out a goodbye to your friends.
changing quickly, your walked out to the pool, greeting your teammates with a smile. time for some payback. tugging on your fins, you dove into the water, relishing the instant comfort it gave. following your coachâs orders, you, along with the rest of the swim team, start swimming laps around the pool. half an hour in, your heart is pumping, and the fact that you were the cause for it makes it so much more sweet. friends have begun to line the sides of the pool, yelling out encouragements and teases. you can easily spot the soulmates of the people swimming with you, their chests heaving, but big smiles on their faces. ryujin, chenle and jake are sat near your lane at the leftmost side of the pool. the three of them, still sweaty and tired from their practice, watch you swim, happy grins on their faces. an hour or so later, you are doing a few mock races, and jeongin has joined them too, his usually teasing visage now smiling with pride. you streak through the water, enjoying the burn in your arms, feeling the exhaustion through your bones in a way that swimming only gives you. you reach for the edge of the pool, and itâs coming closer, closer, until you feel it, slippery on your soaked skin. your friends jump up, yelling out in excitement, filling your heart to the absolute brim.
âalright y/n, good job! you can go change, see you next time,â your coach calls out to you, signalling for you to climb out of the water. your friends swarm you, words of happiness and congratulations surrounding you.
âyou did good, fucker,â ryujin ruffles your hair. ânow go shower and cool down so you can do that in the actual races,â chest heaving, you flash a huge grin at them, âbe right back! iâll meet you in the parking lot!â they nod their assent, and you begin to walk to the showers, barely catching chenle say something.
âjake, are you really still tired from football? youâve been panting for ages.â
hours later, you find yourselves in your usual post-practice spot, the local diner near the school. chatting and laughing, you lose track of time around the point when your fries arrive. jeongin regales you all with stories of the crazy customers he dealt with at work, and ryujin gives you the rundown of all the drama that happened in her football practice(seriously, how do they even have time to kick the ball around when so much is going on??). you get that heady feeling of pure happiness, when youâre not thinking or worrying about anything, just paying attention to the amazing people you get to surround yourself with.
you only snap out of that headspace when chenle looks down at his smartwatch(rich boy) and lets out a noise of surprise.
âitâs 19:42! i need to go, fuck,â he begins to clean up his stuff and lays down money for his meal. the rest of you follow suit, appalled at how long youâve been sitting in this booth. all the money is on the table, and you rise from your seat, ready to go home.
âryujin, can you drive me home?â you hold the girl's arm, pleading with her so that you wonât have to walk. she opens her mouth, ready to speak, but then she hesitates, a look of mischief crossing her features.
âokay-â you rejoice, pumping a fist in the air, until she goes on: âonly if you can beat me to the car. okay 3,2,1 GO!â she starts sprinting, long legs bringing her halfway across the parking lot in no time. you let out a groan of exhaustion, and start pumping your legs to follow her.
by some miracle, you reach the car at virtually the same time, doubling over to hold your knees in your worn-out state. ryujin, in between her attempts at gulping down air, tells you sheâll take you, and you wait for the rest to reach you.
jeongin, chenle and jake walk leisurely up to you, starting to say their farewells. you straighten up, grabbing first chenle, then jeongin into a hug. they yell out some more goodbyes as they walk off to their cars, when you hug jake.
for having just walked here, his heart is racing. why? you focus your hearing on his heartbeat. itâs almost as if he sprinted here. pulling your head away from him, you look up at him, voicing your concerns.
âare you okay? your heartâs beating really fast.â he frowns at you, and presses a hand to his heart. you follow suit, feeling the thump, thump, thump of his chest. it feels familiar. why do you feel so used to this heartbeat? confusion ripples through your mind, until it clears, with a feeling of shock. you know this heartbeat. you know it because itâs your own.
grabbing his other hand, you place it over your heart. his face twists with surprise, and then an emotion youâre not familiar with crosses his features. he pulls you back into a hug, excitement so evident that itâs crossing over to you. jake is your soulmate! which a choked laugh, you pull him impossibly closer to you. he tucks his head next to yours and whispers in your ear.
âit was always you, wasnât it?â
bonus:
you pull back from the hug, your smile dropping into a serious face. he looks in confusion, as you rear your arm backwards. you push forward, landing a punch in his gut, and he stumbles backward with an âoofâ
âthat was for never letting me rest!â
âYEAH GET HIM!â ryujin yells from her seat in the car. the only thing sheâs missing is popcorn, a whole-ass soap opera just happened in front of her.
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I Only Swim Free: Chapter 5
Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader
Summary: Youâve done swimming all your life. Youâve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.
Warning: Broken Heart, Depression, But it gets fluffier when you read more into this chapter, ends in SMUT
A/N:Â This chapter about to get SPICY
âBusted and Blueâ - Gorillaz
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Word got out [rather quickly] that Belaâs now ex-boyfriend had been cheating on her. Since Bela went to look for you during the fraternity house party.. It was also because of how he was seeing you and her always so in close proximity to each other. Although he feels guilty for what heâs done, heâs been trying to reach back out to Bela to tell her how sorry he is and that heâll be a better guy for her.
Lousy excuse really..Â
âTo be honest Iâve heard lousier excuses from my own past exes,â You sigh, looking down at your textbook, writing down some notes for a class you missed because Bela didnât want to be left alone, even if it was in your own apartment
âI was right about him,â Daniela called it
âWhat do you want a cookie?â Cassandra jokingly asks
âYes,â Daniela says, giving her sister the âpuppy dog eyesâÂ
âGo nuts,â You say, pulling out a cookie you bought from the student center
Daniela happily takes the cookie and immediately bites into it.
âYou have to unwrap the plastic first dumbass,â Cassandra sighs, deciding to go up into her room
You took Bela back to her house however, she immediately locks herself in her room. Her mother or her sisters check on her, despite her wanting your company the most. You had been trying to focus on your school work but at the same time trying to be there for Bela as much as you could was already a clashing combo to work with. Luckily, your teammates and her two sisters had been there for her too when you werenât able to.
âHey thanks Dani for offering to look after her tonight, I owe you one,â You sigh
âNo worries, I knew her boyfriend was nothing but trouble,â She sighs, âBut-but you- sheâs taken a real liking to you though.â
Well, we did kiss in her car after that one fraternity house party she dragged me to, she continuously stays at my place. Not that Iâm complaining though..
âReally?â You ask, slightly blushing, âWell, I wouldnât want that on our minds right now. Thanks again!â
You heard that Dean Dimitrescu had been close to going at his throat for hurting her daughter. However, she also knew it would look bad on her part; taking her personal anger out on a student was not the best idea.Â
âIâm angered just as you are Dean,â You sigh, scribbling into your notebook, breaking the lead in the mechanical pencil
Scribbling into your notebook was one way you were able to take out your frustrations.
âWe trusted him,â She growls, pacing in her kitchen, âBut, I do highly appreciate you being there for my daughter, is there anything I can do to repay you my dear?â
âNope,â You sigh, âI donât want to be given one of those special treatments, even if I am helping one of your daughters.â
I would want you to accept me as Belaâs new Lover. Please and Thank you Dean...
âWell, youâre welcome here,â She slightly smiles, âAnd please, when itâs after classes, you may refer to me as Maâam, My Lady or Alcina. Alcina is my first name.â
Very fitting for an elegant lady such as yourself Maâam.
âYes Maâam,â You say, âIâm going to get dinner, Do you and your daughters want anything?â
âIâm sure my girls will text you, I will make due with what we have in this fridge my dear. Thank you for the offer,â Alcina smiles
She tips her hat as you make her leave. You casually salute three fingers to her as you were about to do the same hat tip, just minus the hat. You send out a text in the Dimi-Daughters groupchat Daniela had made for the four of you. Almost immediately Bela and Daniela text you with whatever food they wanted, Cassandra being the last one.Â
As soon as you and Bela show up to practice the next day, you were excused from classes as Donna had given the email out to all professors regarding State Finals, Donna has you all gathered at the poolside.
âI have the results of the semi finals roster,â She announces, âAnd... We are going to the State Final championship!â
You and your team cheer and congratulate each other.
âOkay okay girls calm down,â Donna calms her children, âThis doesnât mean we wonât win, so tonight we will prepare for it, this Saturday.â
In an instant all of the girls began giving their all into swim practice. You on the other hand, were just going through the motions. Not sure how to handle the sudden pressure.
âDidnât I tell you that we all pull through this together or we lose?â Donna asks, coming up to you
âYes coach,â You say, sighing
âYouâre going to do fine, an excellent rookie like yourself should be proud you get to do this your first year,â She smiles
âTrue,â You sigh, beginning to shake off your nerves
âNow get your ass into the water y/l/n!â Donna yells encouragingly
After coachâs announcement you finally took a shower after skipping them to beeline it to your apartment for Bela. You turn around once you hear the shower curtain open behind you. you wipe your eyes and see Bela stepping into the shower with you.Â
âHey you,â You smile, giving her a hug
âHey yourself,â She smiles, putting her arms on your shoulders, âQuite the show at practice today..â
âSays you, even after what happened you still managed to get your shit together and nail practice,â You smile
You snake your hands on her hips as the both of you begin washing each other from the chlorine gathered from todayâs practice. Even after giving each other a shower, the both of you just settled in each othersâ embrace as the hot shower began wasting away.Â
âYou remember when we first met in the locker room?â Bela asks, slipping on the hoodie you gave her
âHow could I forget?â You smile, slipping on some shorts
âYou were looking at my ass through the mirror werenât you?â Bela asks, smirking
You almost drop your brush as your chees go red and begin heating up. You slightly look up from the mirror and see her slowly walking towards you. Like a predator stalking its prey.
âDid you... Enjoy it?â Bela flirts, turning you around and pushing you against the sink
âWell-I-uhmmm-ummm,â You stutter, trying to find the words
âYou did didnât you?â She smirks, putting her hands on your stomach
You felt yourself tense up when her palms touched your bare skin. You could feel them slowly running up your stomach and begin feeling the tips of her fingers go under your sports bra.Â
âBela! Y/n! Hurry it up Iâm going to lock the swimming area soon!â Calls Donna from the entrance to the locker room
The both of you snicker as Bela drags her fingers away from your bare skin; you almost growl when her hands moved away from your skin. Bela practically moved into your place when she got the news. Thankfully her exes fraternity brothers kicked removed him from the fraternity house and helped her with her things when she decided to live with you.Â
You and Bela had finally settled a day where youâd take her out to her favorite restaurant, as a make-up for not being able to see her very often.Â
âYeah, midterms are such a pain,â You sigh into your phone, âBut, Iâll make sure you get tomorrow night with me okay?â
Bela decided to stay with her family for the next couple days as sheâs been cooped up in your place for so long, not that she was complaining, she missed being around her family.
âThanks for the ride y/n,â Bela sighs in relief, âI miss you.â
âI miss you too,â You blush, âHey, weâll see each other at practice later okay?â
âYeah,â She sighs, âI gotta go, mother is calling for me. I love you.â
âLove you too,â You smile through the phone
Wait... She added I into the âlove youâ....Â
You didnât say it back, no matter, youâd tell her how youâd feel about her tomorrow night. Even though you havenât been able to see her, the both of you were able to be on the phone with each other every night before the both of you would go to bed before your classes in the morning. State finals were upon the swim team before finals. So youâve also been working your butt off for the missed time youâve had to sit out because of your calf injury from the first meet.Â
âHey you,â Bela smiles as she picks up the phone
âHey,â you smile, âHow you been?â
âDoing a lot better,â Bela smiles, âIf you hadnât hooked me up for that one therapy session, I would have still been sulking.â
âI wouldnât want that happening to you,â You sigh, âHey, itâd be better off if you stay at home for tonight. Have an exam tomorrow morning and I have. To. Study!â
âOkay,â Bela sighs, slightly pouting
âHey,â You say, gently, âWe still have dinner tomorrow night. No pouting until before then. Okay?â
She sighs, but shakes it off, âOkay. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
The next evening, You and Bela settled that you would be driving. Once you reach the Dimitrescu estate, you decide to get out of your car and walk up to the front door and knock on it. Cassandra is the one to greet you.Â
âBelaâs finishing up y/n,â She says, âNice getup by the way.â
âThanks Cass,â You sigh, adjusting your shirt
You wait around awkwardly but you see Dean Dimitrescu sipping on wine in the kitchen.
âWill you do me one big favor y/n?â She calls from the kitchen
âOf course My lady,â You say, turning to herÂ
âProve to me on why youâre worthy of my daughter,â She says calmly
âYes maâam,â You smile
âMother Iâll be fine,â Bela calls from the stairsÂ
You look up and your eyes widen. Bela is wearing a wine red lace dress; the lace drapes behind her legs. You were a sucker for lace. You were a sucker for Bela Dimitrescu. Seeing Bela Dimitrescu IN lace is a whole show.
âWow...â you say breathlessly as she takes your hand in hers
âDonât have too much fun now lovebirds,â Daniela teases the both of you
âShut your mouth Dani,â Bela sighs as she drags you out the door
âYour family is something Bels,â You smile
You open the passenger seat for Bela and she smiles at you as she gets in. Just as you shut her door, you were going to open yours when you see Bela reaching over to open the door for you as best as she could.
âWhy thank you my lady,â You smile, getting into your driverâs seat
As you pull into the restaurant that Bela had made reservations for, youâre again in awe.Â
âAre you sure youâre fine with paying?â You ask
âYouâve done enough for me. Both taking care of me when I was heartbroken, setting me up for therapy, teaching me freestyle.. The lost goes on,â Bela smiles, âItâs my turn to treat you.â
You couldnât argue with that. Bela takes your arm as the both of you walk into the restaurant and basically see class. Something you donât have however, you managed to find your âgo-toâ nice outfit and a suit jacket at a nearby thrift store.Â
âDid I tell you how fine you look?â Bela whispers right into your ear
You felt a shiver crawl down your spine as she asks you.
âNo,â You finally say, âDid I tell you though that you look absolutely beautiful?â
Bela blushes as she leads you to a two-person table away from the rest of the patrons.
âMother made arrangements for us so no need to worry about money,â Bela smirks as she sips water from a fancy glass, âI can easily tell youâve never been in a fancy restaurant before.â
âParents could never afford it,â You say, âSo, it was the cheap diners. But hey, nothing wrong with diner food every now and then.â
âNothing wrong with that,â Bela adds
After the restaurant date, the both of you reach your apartment by midnight and you allow Bela to enter your apartment first. However, just as you closed the door, she turns to you.
âWhat is it?â You ask her
She says nothing as she walks up to you and cups your face in her hands. She doesnât crash her lips onto yours, giving you the chance to pull away if you so chose to. However, your lips gently mold right onto Belaâs. She lets out a high-pitched gasp as you bring her body closer to your, both of your forms fitting perfectly against each other like puzzle pieces. Your hands trail upward to find the zipper to her dress and slowly remove it, teasing her. She helps you slip her out of the dress. She turns her body towards you, revealing a black lace lingerie set.
âOh? So youâre wearing these for me? Was this all apart of your little plan Bela Dimitrescu?â You ask, slowly walking towards her
âWhatever do you mean,â She bites back
âYou know what I mean,â You coil your arm around her waist, âAny pretty kitty like yourself should be punished for tempting me.â
In one quick motion you pick her up into your arms and place her onto your bed as you settle your hips between her thighs. You dip your head down and begin kissing her along the crook of her neck. You smirk in her neck when you hear her let out a small whimper as the tip of your tongue ran gently along her neckline.
âHmmm sweet music,â You whisper
You lift her up for her to straddle her in your lap. You give her another kiss on the lips before laying gentle kisses along her breasts. Bela guides one of your hands to cup one of her breasts and you oblige. However, your thumb rolls over her nipple, making it hard. You hear Bela let out a strangled moan. Strangled; your mouth was latched onto her throat.
âMore,â Bela breathes out
You reach around her back and with a flick of your fingers, her bra unlatches. She lets it fall off her arms and she discards it somewhere onto the floor.Â
âWhat-what do you think?â She asks, blushing
She tries to hide her flushes cheeks and turns her head away from you. You gently run your fingers along her cheek to have her look at you.
âI think, you are so fucking beautiful my love,â You say
Bela sees the moonlight reflection coming off your eyes and she drops her head down for her lips to meet yours. The kiss was at first soft and gentle however, once you gained yourself, you began losing your self control and turned the kiss to be more intense. Bela lets out a muffled gasp as she felt the pillow at the back of her head. You pull yourself away for a moment to strip off your shirt. Bela knew you were fit because of swimming. She never thought sheâd be getting up close and personal with you.
âYouâre beautiful,â You whisper against her ear
You kiss and lick your way down until you stopped above her bare chest. You look up at her with pleading eyes.Â
âlet meâ your eyes pleaded
She runs her fingers through your hair and pushes your face into her breast. You leech onto her nipple and gently make circles around it. She arches her back, forcing your tongue to gently lick the tip of her nipple.
âY/n!â She gasps
While you run the flat surface of your tongue along the surface of her nipple. Your hand snakes up to her other breast and you squeeze it. Then, gently squeeze her nipple.Â
âAh!â She screams
Your mouth switches onto the other breast to give the same gentle treatment.Â
âY/n...â She says breathlessly
Your fingers trace her curves as you continue your exploration of her body down to her dripping hot center.
âAre you already wet for me?â You ask, once you arrive to her panties
She nods, âYou already made me excited...â
You lowly chuckle as your fingers hook around the thin lining of her panties, lifting them. She lifts her hips to help you fully remove them from her body. You, again discard them somewhere onto the floor. Your hands gently run along her thighs to hoist them over your shoulders.
âHmm, so you were,â You smile
Bela felt you gently breathing against her wet, dripping center, making her squirm a little bit.
âIf youâre just going to keep teasing me ju-â
You drag your tongue along her pulsating lips and you insert your tongue into her, making her let out many small whimpers. Her fingers run along into your hair and you feel her pulling against you. She bucks her hips to feel more of your tongue. Your arm reaches around her hip and you press your palm down, keeping her from moving her hips along with your tongue.
âBabyyyyy I need more,â She whines
You pull your tongue out from inside her and give a small kiss on her clit before crawling up to meet her face. You give her a long, lingering kiss for her to taste herself on you.
âYouâll get more kitten you need to be patient,â You chuckle, âBut, damn you taste so good.â
âGive it to me now,â She growls
You hook her leg over your shoulder, so that your arm is under her thigh.
âWhat-what are you- AH!â Bela chokes
She felt your finger insert itself into her.Â
âHow does that feel baby?â You ask, looking down at her
âIt feels so good,â Bela moans
âGood girl,â You coo
You slide your finger in and out of her slowly, hearing her let out little breathless whimpers was music to your ears. You stop for one moment to add another finger when you slid them back in. Bela again arches her back to feel more of your fingers. Your pace began going faster and faster.
âY/n... Iâm-Iâm gonna-â
Before you let Bela climax, you force your fingers out of her and hook both of her legs around your hips. You jerk your hips forward to feel her wetness against yours. You let out a growl whilst she lets out a small whimper. You lean down towards her face as you continue grinding on her.Â
âOh god baby,â You growl, picking up your grinding pace
Bela swings her arm around your shoulder and the other around your hips and begins clawing at your back.
âIâm so close y/n,â She whispers in your ear, âFaster.â
You let out frustrated grunts as you stop for a moment.
âWhy-why did you s-stop?â She asks, panting
âI want to look at you,â You smile
However, you donât really give Bela time to process anything before you jerk your hips again, making her lean her head back into the pillow.Â
âTogether-together y/n,â Bela requests, âI want to cum with you..â
You smirks as you could feel yourself reaching your climax as well. You cup her face into your hands as you begin letting out pants and slight whimpers.Â
âBela...â You whisper her name into her ear, breathlessly
You could feel her nails sink deeper into your back. You didnât really feel any pain towards her nails. You only felt her clit against yours.
âBela... Bela... Bela!â You growl as you come undone
Bela holds onto you for dear life as the both of you slowly come down from your high. Everything was blurry in your vision however, Bela was clear as day. You smile as you lean down to kiss her. Once morning hit, you rub your eyes however, Belaâs arm drags your arm back down across her bare waist.Â
âMorning baby,â You smile, kissing the back of her head
She stretches her arms as she turns her body so that sheâs facing you, âMorning.â
She gives you a good morning kiss and lays in your embrace.
âHmmm,â Bela hums
âWhat?â You ask
âAre you sure you havenât had sex with a woman?â She asks, smiling
âIâm sure love,â You say, âWhy?â
âThose fingers... That tongue of yours.. Worked.. Wonders.. On me,â She says, seductively
Your cheeks flush a faint red as she laughs with a low tone. You let go of her and pull the covers over your head in an attempt to prevent her from seeing you blushing however, she follows you under the covers.
âOh? Is my girlfriend blushing now?â She smirks
âEnough already,â You groan, pulling the sheets to separate the both of you
Bela yanks on the covers and lets out an enticing giggle as she gets up to straddle you. You sit up to snake your arms around her bare midsection.
âIubita mea,â Bela says
âHmmm is that.. Romanian?â You ask, blushing while smiling at the same time
âMaybe,â She teases as she drops her head down to kiss you again
It was an early Saturday morning and you werenât up for it. But, Bela agreed to drive the both of you there.
âYou excited?â Bela asks
âAs excited as Iâll ever be,â You sigh, âI just hope thereâs no last minute events...â
âCoach gave us the whole events roster,â Bela explains, âRest assured those are the events that are in there, weâll be doing.â
You smile in relief, âGood, because I think I would permanently damage my calf if I ever did another 1500 meter freestyle event...â
âYouâll be fine,â Bela reassures you
The Arena was a little ways out of hometown but nothing surprising for State Finals. Your team gets there about the same time you do, and follow whomever your guide was for the day. She shows you to the locker rooms, where all of you get changed into your uniform swimsuits and make any last second preparations for the final meet of the season.
âDimitresu University Womenâs swim and dive, you ready?â Your guide comes back into the locker room
Chapter 6
#bela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu x reader#bela is my wife#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#resident evil village#female reader
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SIRIUS/REMUS PLAYING WITH PUPPIES WHILE ANSWERING FANS QUESTIONS
Please know that if we ever met in person, I would literally lift you off your feet and hug you for suggesting this. My afternoon was filled with adorable puppy videos because of this!
Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!
âCan I have them?â Remus asked softly, staring at the person behind the camera with big, pleading eyes. âPlease?â
âDo the introduction and then weâll set âem loose,â Marlene said.
âFine. Hey, everyone, welcome back to Lion Pride! Iâm Remus Lupin and Iâm here today to play with puppies.â
âAnd answer questions.â
âAnd answer questions,â he added. âMaybe, like, one or two in between snuggles.â
âYouâre going to answer all of them,â Marlene said more firmly.
He rolled his eyes and took the lid off the jar of paper slips. âCan I have the puppies now?â
A door clicked open behind the camera and Remus lit up as four puppies tumbled into frame, racing straight for him. âHello, babies!â he laughed as a tiny golden retriever jumped on his chest. âOh, I love you so much. Come here, come here, let me give you kisses.â
âQuestion number one?â Marlene prompted as he began playing with them and rolling their toys around.
Remus sighed and pulled a question out. âWhat would I be doing if I didnât become a hockey player? Physical therapy for suâope, okay, you can have that one.â
The Irish Setter puppy growled playfully as they played a short game of tug-of-war until the paper tore.
âOh no, it broke!â Remus exclaimed, giving the pup a scratch behind the ears while it chewed on the leftover scraps. âYes, thatâs all yours now. Next one: what is the best part about playing professional hockey? I get to do interviews like this.â One of the puppies, a medium-sized black one, began chewing on one of the laces of his Converse. âExcuse meâexcuse me, young man, thatâs my shoelace. Are you chewing it because itâs rainbow? Is this homophobia?â
âRemus.â
âSorry.â He lifted the puppy into his arms and kissed his head. âOkay, munchkin, whatâs next? Whatâs next? Youâre so fucking cute, I just wanna squish you. Um, whatâs the most common thing fans say when they meet me?â He laughed and the puppy licked his cheek. âUsually they look at me and go, âgod, youâre tallâ, which surprises people because Iâm always around these gigantic guys. Do these dogs have names?â
âIf I tell you their names, youâre going to get attached.â
âWe have crossed, salted, and burned that bridge, Marley.â
âThe one youâre holding is Mercutio, the red one is Juliet, the retriever is Pip, and the fluffy one on your lap is Lucie, after Lucie Manette.â
Remusâ jaw went slack. âTheyâre named after book characters?â he asked in a small voice.
âYep.â
âOh, no.â He reached out and pulled Juliet and Pip into his arms for a moment. âOh, no, you all have to come home with me now. The next question isâŚwould I ever do drag? Probably not, but I looked hot as fuck in eyeliner, so do with that what you will.â
âWhich video was that?â
âIt was the fear pong one, which I played with my fiancĂŠ and my friends James and Lily!â His voice pitched up as he turned to talk to Mercutio. âI did, buddy! It was so fun! Yes, it was!â
âRemus. Questions.â
âRight. Whatâs one of my weirdest or funniest fan encounters? There was this one lady, she was like forty-something, and she came up to me while I was at the post office and asks âare you Remus Lupin?â and I said, âyes, thatâs meâ and sheâs like âfrom the Gryffindor Lions?â and I said yes again and then she wentââ He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head slowly. âââI knew you were gay. Good for you, kiddoâ and then left. It was the weirdest fucking thing, especially considering I had played, like, one game with the team by that point.â
âAre you serious?â Marlene asked.
âTotally honest. I never saw her again, either.â Juliet put her paws on the front of his Lions hoodie and began licking the edge of his jaw. âHey, sweet girl, thank you for the kisses. Can I grab another question? No? Okay, we can stay here.â
Pip began yipping and Mercutio wiggled out of Remusâ hold, launching himself at the other dog with a tiny growl.
âMercutio, no!â Remus gasped, scooting Juliet aside so he could put the two puppies under his arms. His hands were big enough to almost cover their whole bellies. âWeâre not here to start fights, you two. Apologize.â They turned their heads to lick his cheeks. âI didnât mean apologize to me, but okay. Youâre so soft and warm, what the hell?â
âNext question?â
âWhatâs the craziest rumor Iâve heard about myself? A solid group of people thought I asked to be on the team, which isnât true. I didnât even know people were considering it until James and Lilyâs wedding. Coach wanted it to be a surprise while he cleared it with the organization.â Remus shook his head and slowly petted Lucie as she napped on his thigh. âIs there a celebrity Iâve met that left me starstruck? Ha! Yes. There was a fundraiser a few months ago and Sam Neill was there, which I didnât know until I turned around and he was about two feet away.â
âWhat did you do?â
Remus laughed and turned faintly pink. âUm, I made a sort of squeaking noise and he kinda chuckled, which was mortifying in and of itself. He goes, âhi, Iâm Samâ and I nodded because duh, heâs Sam fucking Neill, and then I mumbled something about Jurassic Park and he smiled and said, âson, youâre blocking the waterâ and I just about died on the spot.â
âDid anyone see you?â
âSirius was standing next to me the entire time and silently laughing his ass off. I saw them talking later, and when were about to drive home he hands me this napkin and it has Sam Neillâs autograph on it.â
âHe didnât,â Marlene gasped.
Remus nodded. âHe did.â
âThatâs the smoothest move Iâve ever heard of.â
âIt was incredible.â Juliet waddled closer and nudged a red ball out from under Remusâ knee, which he picked up and tossed before taking out another question. âDo I appreciate when fans come up to me in public or is it annoying? Oh, itâs never annoying. Itâs a little weird if Iâm eating lunch somewhere or running errands and someone tries to sneak a picture, though. I love all the fans and itâs super fun talking to everyone, so please just come over and say hello instead of failing to be sneaky while Iâve got pizza grease on my face.â
âEven if youâre on a date?â
Remus snorted. âOkay, well, use some common sense. Pipâbabycakes, stop trying to eat the questions. There we go.â He settled the puppy into his lap and rolled the ball for Juliet again. âIn a movie about my life, who would I want to play me and Sirius?â He paused and looked at the camera. âI would want us to play ourselves, but only because neither of us can act and it would be so fucking funny to make the absolute worst movie.â
âCome on,â Marlene groaned.
âIâm being a hundred percent honest right now! I think it would be hilarious. Weâd be terrible.â Juliet pawed at his arm insistently until he grabbed the ball, but she wouldnât let it go and they ended up playing tug-of-war despite the fact that she had no traction on the floor and kept sliding around. âArenât you a feisty one, sweet girl! What is the most memorable moment of my life that I want to cherish forever? This. Right here, right now.â
âReally?â
âI have two dogs on my lap, one under my arm, and the other slobbering all over my hand. This is the best possible place to be. Wait, hang on a second.â Remus carefully lifted Lucie up and laid down, settling her on his abdomen as the other three clambered over to flop on him. âOh, yeah, this is the peak of my entire life.â
âYouâre not going to say your engagement? Maybe the day you started playing for the Lions?â
âNope. The engagement was incredible and one of my favorite memories for sure, but I was shaking in my skates.â
âJust read the next question.â
âOkay! Whatâs my go-to karaoke song?â He hummed for a moment, then laughed as Lucie scooted up to rest her head under his chin. âI think itâs probably âI Wanna Dance with Somebodyâ by Whitney Houston. Lily and I did a duet of that a year or so ago, and it rocked.â
Pip began gnawing on the cuff of his sweatshirt. âPip,â Marlene scolded; her foot appeared in frame until Remus waved her off with a smile.
âItâs okay, he can chew if he wants to. Itâs an old sweater anyway, and itâs not even mine!â He scratched behind Pipâs ears. âNo, itâs not, peach-a-keen! You can go nuts with that as long as youâre cozy. What isâŚmy favorite behind-the-scenes Lions moment? Our groupchat, no contest.â
âDoes it have the whole team?â
âMost of us, yeah. You have to earn your spot.â Remus looked over at the camera and Lucie put her head on his neck. âLooks like Iâve been banned from turning my head now, huh?â
âAre you comfortable?â
âMarley, there are very few things that would make me happier than I am right now. Iâm being slowly crushed by puppies and I get to cuddle them for free.â He reached blindly into the question jar. âThis is a two-part question. Do I prefer big dogs or small dogs, and how is Hattie doing? I love all dogs, but I think I prefer big ones because theyâre always so much fun, and I donât feel like Iâm accidentally going to break them if I move wrong. Hattieâs doing well! Sheâs almost eighty pounds and sheâs at home with Sirius right now, probably getting snuggled within an inch of her fuzzy little life.â
âThatâs the dream right there.â
âTell me about it. Alright, sorry ladies and gents, but I have to sit up to get to the questions.â All four puppies made noises of protest when he started sitting up and he sighed, eyebrows pitching upward. âI know, I know, itâs really hard. Here, how about weâŚâ Remus carefully gathered them until he held all four against his chest; their tiny faces looked out over his forearms and he placed a kiss on each of their heads. âMuch better.â
âCan you get to the jar?â
It took a bit of maneuvering, but he managed to reach in. âDo you want to read it?â he asked Mercutio as the puppy tried to bite the slip. âNo? Okay. What is my favorite thing about playing on the same team as my fiancĂŠ? That is an excellent question. My favorite thing is that we finally have the same schedule, so we can build in time to hang out more easily. It was hard to do that when we were doing different things.â
Pip yawned and the entire camera crew âawwwâed; Remus made a soft noise and nuzzled his floppy ear.
âI adore you,â he murmured. âI really do. Last question: What is my advice to those who want to follow their dreams? Oh, jeez.â
âYou can take a minute to think.â
Remus crossed his legs and lifted his knees up so he could hug all the puppies at once while still looking at the camera. âThe only reason I got big and strong is so that I can hold four puppies at once. Just thought people should know that. Uh, my advice to those who want to follow their dreams is to persevere. I never in a million years thought that I would get to play on a professional hockey team, but I worked really hard to overcome my injury and stay connected to the sport because I love it. If thereâs something you love, donât be afraid to hold on to it.â
âWise words,â Marlene remarked. âDo you want to tell the fans where they can find the puppies?â
âAt my house,â Remus joked. âBut if that doesnât work, they are up for adoption at Friendly Paws Animal Shelter, which is just south of downtown Gryffindor and has tons of adorable friends like these guys. Can I call Sirius real quick?â
âSure,â Marlene laughed.
Remus gingerly lowered Lucie into his lap and pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing a quick number before putting it on speakerphone and setting it down to pick her up again. âRe?â Sirius sounded confused. âArenât you still with Marlene?â
âYeah.â
ââŚdid something happen?â
âNope, all good. Can we get another dog?â
There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line. âMarlene, what did you do?â
âItâs just an interview!â she called.
âWhat kind of interview?â
âBaby, they gave me puppies,â Remus said gleefully, burying his face in Lucieâs fluff for a moment. âLike, really good puppies.â
A long-suffering sigh came through the phone. âHow many are you holding?â Remus hesitated. âSweetheart, how many dogs are currently in your arms?â
âFour.â
âHoly shit, Marlene! You gave him four dogs?!â
âThey named them, too,â Remus added. âPip, Juliet, Lucie Manette, and Mercutio. Baby, they named him Mercutio.â
âThis was a recipe for disaster.â Despite his protests, Sirius sounded intrigued. âHow old are they?â
Remus glanced up at Marlene. âTheyâre all six to eight months old,â she said.
Sirius blew out a slow breath. âSo theyâre babies.â
âTheyâre all up for adoption.â
âWe have Hattie already.â Sirius was wavering. âButâŚshe might possibly need a friend. Maybe.â
âYou already love these dogs and you havenât even seen them,â Remus said with a grin.
âThe names are perfect! What was I supposed to do?â
âIâm going to sign the video off and then call you back, okay?â
âOkay. Donât let go of the dogs until I get there, please.â
âWasnât planning on it. Love you!â
âLove you, too.â
Once the call ended, Remus faced the camera with a smile. Juliet and Pip had already fallen asleep. âThanks for tuning in, Lions! Be sure to like and subscribe for more content. Endless thanks to Marlene McKinnon for allowing me to spend an hour holding tiny dogs. Have a great day!â
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Modern!au Jean Best Friend Headcannons
Modern!au Jean Kirschtein x bestfriend!reader
a/n: i want to be bestieâs with Jean so bad! I jus couldnât stop thinking about it so please enjoy some headcannonâs of what I think itâd be like to be buddies with Jean! I might make a part 2 someday to add onto these cause I have so much more to say but I had to stop myself before I wrote a full fledged essay sdkjalkfjbajfb, let me know if you guys are interested! Or if you jus wanna come in my inbox and talk with me about Jean Kirstein, Iâm always free to do that. Anyways, enjoy!
gif not mine, credit to owner
Ok, I had a dream about Jean being my bestie and I have not stopped thinking about it since then LMAO
Ok, so for starterâs, I truly believe he would be such a good friend like the type to be listening to you in a group conversation and encouraging you to go on when you feel like no one is paying attention
âIâm listening :)â
Or the type to stop next to you while you tie your shoe and wait and just keeps talking to you
VERY much big brother energy, like I feel like heâd have that sincerity that bestie Armin would have but heâd be a little more of the type to always be looking out for you and being a tad overprotective at times, but more on that later back to attentive Jean :)
This man is SO attentive itâs unreal
Bad day? Yeah he could tell before you mentioned it and heâs buying you your favorite snack and driving you around until you talk about it constantly giving you the đđ look
Feeling lonely? You never get the chance
This man is CONSTANTLY blowing up your phone with notifications from snapchat, instagram, tiktok, and facebook messenger if heâs feeling particularly clingy - itâs usually just some strange sticker of a fucking koala or somethin like âhi :)â
SNAPCHAT
You guys donât have âstreaksâ but you still have a streak from how often heâs snapchatting you
Most of the time itâs just a video of his face where he slowly zooms in cause heâs bored in class - the amont of snapchatâs you got from him where you can hear is Econ professor lecturing in the background is in the hundredâs at this point
The other times itâs usually Connie and Eren acting like absolute idiotâs while him and Armin are behind the camera like đ - they usually end with Armin sighing and stopping them from doing something probably a little illegal
INSTAGRAM
Ok you have a groupchat for studying purposes with all your buddies but if itâs specifically Jean messaging you itâs most likely cause Eren said something stupid and Jean needs someone to laugh with him (yes, you, Jean, Sasha, and Connie do have a separate groupchat where you bully Eren - but itâs with love so itâs ok)
TIKTOK
This man will send you a whole FYP but wonât let you open any of them until heâs with you, then yâall scroll through them together on one of your phones
the type to look at you when youâre on a tiktok he sent you that he thought was really funny to see your reaction
Sends you SO many âchallengeâ tiktoks that heâs adamant on doing with you
You know the one where someone puts their arm in between the other personâs legs and tries to lift them? He was persistent with that one
âIâm literally jacked câmon youâll be fine, I just want to know if I can do it. I mean I know I can, but, like, you know? Just câmon.â
Yes you gave in, no you didnât fall, yes Jean wouldnât shut up about how âyolkedâ he was for the next 15 minutes
If you guys posted it people are definitely asking if youâre a couple and he just replies to every single one with ânoâ HE SEEMS SO INTENSE PLS
Ok youâre his best friend? Then youâre definitely close with his family. Like, two holidays every year type close.
You learned to drive when he did cause youâre his bestie and you guys should totally learn together (he was nervous and needed support ok)
PLAY FIGHTING
While I donât necessarily see him as someone who would playfully bully too much, he is a fighter LMAO
And Iâm talking like fucked up sibling fighting
It always starts off âfunâ itâs totally a little passive aggressive and then someone smacks a little too hard or throws an elbow that wasnât needed and next thing you know someoneâs in a headlock
If he has you in a headlock he WILL try to tickle you until you borderline piss yourself - until he realizes said piss would get on him and then heâll let you go like đ yeah. I won
If you have him in a headlock PLS take a snapchat if you can and send it to Mikasa
He will pout for like 10 minutes and then get over it when she replies with a black screen and âlol what a dorkâ
Once you guys are done fighting - cause SOMEONE takes it too far - you just go on your phones until someone peeks over and youâre both like lol hi :),,, are you hungry? I think I still have some pizza rolls :)
Endless hoodie supply from all the sleepovers and the following cold mornings
He is always buying new ones cause he just feels wrong asking for them back? Like, is that his brand new nike hoodie? Yes.
BUT youâre wearing it and clearly you need it if you didnât bring a hoodie so fine, you can have it, heâll just buy another one heâs a little bit of a rich boy itâs ok
Although he is wondering where tf his other 6 hoodies you stole went
Late night study sessions in your dorm buildings lounge area - itâs almost embarrassing how often an RA is waking the two of you up to go to your rooms instead of sleeping on the couch and floor
Jean ALWAYS brings an extra water bottle for you in case you forgot one
Youâve definitely stolen your fair share of notes from him - theyâre just so easy to understand!
Theyâre not exactly pretty but theyâre just naturally organized into subsections and all the keywords are underlined with a little definition in the margin - if heâs feeling a little spicy he might even add a glossary at the end of his notes asjnffna;irje
Sometimeâs he gets too nervous to ask for a girls number and then when you convince him to do it heâs all stuttering and stumbling over his words but he still gets it and heâs convinced itâs âcause youâre his lucky charm - really itâs just cute to see Jean all huffy and his ears getting all red while he says some stupid pick up line that heâs immediately apologizing for and now heâs rambling and - oh the girl is shoving something into his hand
âY/n!! Look!! I got her number!â
Yeah, see Jean acting all cocky for the rest of the day like he got it cause he was smooth and NOT cause he was an adorable flustered mess
He does not like giving out your number if anyone asks him LMAO
Heâs just like ,,,,, and why couldnât you ask them yourself? He just hates it LMAO cause youâre great and if this idiot canât ask you yourself then they donât deserve you, they should be CONFIDENT in his mind
BUT he does make it mandatory you tell him everything there is to know about ANY current crush, love interest, fling, anything
Not just cause he likes the gossip but cause he feels like he has to approve - thereâs the big bro energy we were talking about
BULLYING EREN BULLYING EREN BULLYING EREN
PLS his favorite thing is to play games with Eren and you and whoever else cause you two will always gang up on Eren and he gets so mad and Jean finds it HILARIOUS
The three of you and Connie were all in the same Minecraft server once and you and Jean just could NOT stop making your dogâs attack Eren and blowing up his house
He was getting so heated and Jean and Connie were laughing so hard it sounded like their mics were blown
Eren had to pull his headset off and step away so he could take a 5-minute break cause he just couldnât handle it - especially with the three of you dying at how mad he got
Let Eren spell something wrong in the group chat on Instagram or mispronounce a word,,, Jean is on him SO fast and youâre there right behind him - itâs becoming Jeanâs favorite hobby and sometimes he says itâs his favorite part of being your best friend LMAO
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Just A Bet (GeorgeNotFound)
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pairing : georgenotfound / george x reader - dreamwastaken/dream / clay x reader
summary : youâre just a bet to him. that is, until he realizes that youâre someone with a title. he scrambles to pick up your broken pieces, but he doesnât realise that heâs too late. (angst) (trigger warning) (happy ending)
a/n : hereâs sorta a little AU for you guys, donât take any of this seriously, some things in this are clearly made up. side note ; holy shit i have more than a 100 followers right now. thank you so so much.Â
everyone has probably dreamt of being a princess, a real one. for example, when the movie âthe princess diariesâ came out, people wanted to be mia thermopolis and rule genovia.Â
sounds like a dream, that is, to be going to high school and have plenty of paparazziâs chasing you, or to be able to be recognized everywhere.Â
in reality, it is the complete opposite of living the dream. you could barely walk out without being recognized if you didnât cover up your face in some way. you were restricted to do many things, even to just hang out with your friends to grab lunch.Â
to other people, they might just tell you to suck it up, that in the end of the day, youâre royalty, and that these are only tiny problems.Â
you agreed, sure. but you did want to smell the fresh flowers outside. you wanted to be able to get food from wherever, with whoever without peopleâs prying eyes.Â
you just wanted freedom.Â
to whom might be reading this might be confused. youâre a princess. just like the movie, yes. princess of saudi arabia, you are.Â
you are fairly young, still in your twenties. most people your age are out having fun going on a girls night, or still studying for their degrees, or even working right now.Â
but you were prohibited to leave the castle. you were told to leave on the queenâs orders, only during meal times.
some days, you really liked it, being a princess. if you werenât being egoistical, you would say that your face really did suit the royal title.Â
you didnât have to leave your room to make stacks of money. but the problem with that was, what would you do with the money if you couldnât leave the house?
so you went on the internet. you settled on the internet. with the queenâs permission, of course.Â
sure, she can be strict like all the time, but she tried her best to give you your freedom. so she let you have social media accounts. you being you, the public immediately found your accounts.Â
you couldnât find new friends, they were too scared to come across you. so you just entertained yourself.Â
this isnât bragging, but a lot of people knew who you were, but that doesnât mean everyone does.
since you barely had a childhood, with being born and raised royal, you entertained yourself watching minecraft youtubers. for some reason, it calmed you.Â
dream team, as you called the group, caught your eye. you watched all of their videos, caught up with every single live streams of theirs, even followed their instagrams and twitters.Â
one morning, when you woke up, you found your instagram notifications fuller than other days. you were fairly confused. that is, until you realised that the whole of dream team had followed you back.Â
they definitely know who you are and what you do now, right? they have a large fanbase, surely, they wouldâve told the boys.Â
your followers, since seeing the boys follow you, have told you to start playing games. you didnât disappoint them. you asked your parents if you could and they granted you permission to do whatever you wanted.Â
they told you âthis would entertain the public and love you even more.â and smiled at you. you thought maybe they hit themselves in the head today with the leniency they gave you. but you pushed that thought. maybe they thought you have grown old enough.Â
valkyrae, a streamer on twitch had reached out to you after knowing about your gaming desires. she asked if you wanted to join her and her group to play among us together.Â
you almost immediately agreed and the rest of her friends welcomed you in with opened arms.Â
your mum gave you one condition, that you had to follow in order to film yourself playing games. that is, if you kept yourself poised and respectable. you agreed to her shenanigans and started to play with rae.Â
playing with her meant that you met countless different content creators, such as corpse husband and pokimane. they all were super nice to you, even when you had told them that they didnât have to be nice to you because of your title.Â
soon you had found yourself in an amazing group of friends and you felt great about yourself.Â
you and rae had sustained such amazing friendship that she had came over to your house multiple times for meals.Â
youâd text her âcome over to my house, letâs eat lunch.âÂ
and sheâd reply with âyour castle you mean?â she jokes around.Â
your friendship was loved by many people out there.Â
one thing you didnât say was that not everyone was obligated to know who you are, which then happens to be funny to see when they did end up finding out who you are.Â
just the fact that they show such shock to their faces, and the tone in their voice changes.Â
âholy fuck, sheâs royal.â toast says as he came back from googling your name to know more about how you came about in a game of among us.Â
âiâm so sorry for the past rounds.â he apologizes for the time he accuses you for no reason.
âplease treat me the same way you used to, iâm just y/n when iâm playing games, definitely not a princess.â you told him.Â
you didnât have a big ego, although your parents did. âthey need to know that youâre important.â they told you, but it never stuck to you. you wanted to be respected as a person, for your personalities, not because of a stupid title you were born in.Â
sykkuno, rae and you had decided to make an smp, where you three would start building things for fun and stream it.Â
you three had enough fun until it got boring, for you to start asking your other friends to join. the first person you offered to tour your little world was corpse since you and him had clicked so well.Â
because you started playing minecraft and streaming it, it got the attention of minecraft youtubers. and for some reason, the seventeen year old, tommyinnit had found you interesting enough to talk to you.Â
with tommy being that close to you, you attracted tubbo and wilbur soot, as well.
âi am in a vc with a princess.â tommy had said on stream when you two decided to play minecraft along with tubbo and wilbur.Â
sure, the teenage boy got a little annoying at times, but you found it entertaining and funny. of course, tommy being tommy, heâd ask slightly personal questions about how royalty works in saudi arabia.Â
not that he knew how royalty works in general, anyways.Â
âthe queen is still my favourite woman, but you come in close second.â he told you once. you laughed at that.Â
no big title could stop you from fangirling the moment the man, dream itself had sent you a donation, and then later sending you a direct message.Â
âletâs play minecraft together soon, seen me your discord.â he dmed you one day. of course you complied.Â
for some reason, you never had the chance to play with george, and you played minecraft with sapnap and dream separately, never together. not that you were complaining.Â
you decided on a more chill and laid back stream on that specific day, not really feeling like going on a minecraft server or play among us with your bestfriends when you got a text from an unknown number.Â
hey. they sent
whoâs this? you sent a text back.
my bad, this is george. they sent a text back to you.
holy shit. why would george text you. sure, you have played minecraft and among us with him sometimes but he isnât one to give out his number so this was weird to you.Â
although you consider to be close to the entirety to the dream team, you often tried to avoid texting them, especially outside of streaming. you didnât want it to be awkward or tense.Â
surprisingly, as your conversation with george lengthened, it became less and less awkward. the more you two texted, the more you felt like you and him had been friends for the longest time.Â
being the princess, raised in a castle meant that you didnât really have a social life. other than being put together with some prince of another country in hopes youâll fall in love with them or marry them, you havenât really had a legitimate boyfriend. not even a crush.Â
to you, the princes in the world can be arrogant, snobby. they act like they are the most important thing in the world, that if they walk in a restaurant, everyone was to drop all their work for other people to entertain them.Â
sure, this could just be the way that they were raised, but you didnât want that in a man, a husband. it wouldnât kill to be a little humble.Â
princes are also a bore. they live practically the same lifestyle as you. conversations were never interesting, always the usual.Â
to summarise this, since you and george have been talking and texting, you had fallen for him. hard. and it seems like heâs feeling the same way, just that the both of you hadnât really said anything.Â
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DREAMâS POV
being really close friends with someone, more than one person, bestfriends, that is, meant that we had a group chat together.Â
nothing constructive was ever said, only boys being boys.Â
nick was the one to bring it up. and since he is the youngest, he sure does say some stupid things.Â
dude, you should try to get in y/nâs pants. nick asked george in the groupchat.
there was a running joke between the nick and i. george lives under a rock, basically. when everyone was walking on eggshells around you, trying not to offend a princess, he never really cared.Â
and that was when nick and i found out that george had no clue you held such a title on your pretty little head.Â
you are a beautiful girl, no doubting that. i was sure that many people, even before you started streaming had a major crush on you. george definitely fits right in. he was practically vomiting hearts when he first saw you.Â
it was meant to be funny. it was never meant to go this far. nick didnât mean for his little bet to break a heart, let alone a princess.Â
but he did. well, technically george did. he was so brutal with it. he toyed with your feelings, like he had no care in this world.Â
no one wouldâve guessed that the little cute, short george would do something as bad as he did.Â
and now, no one can find you. no one.Â
you were there, smiling in front of your camera one day and you were gone the other. just gone. no one knew where you went.Â
granted, you are royal. it must not be hard to get people to hide you. but at the same time, you had major reporters trying to find you. and they couldnât. what does that leave us?Â
where did you go?Â
come back.Â
and although i know you want to hear this from george instead of his friends, you wonât. because he probably doesnât.
we miss you.Â
please just text us, we need to know youâre safe.Â
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YOUR POV
you left. you had to. it had been extremely humiliating.Â
you didnât think someone as sweet as george would do that, it all happened so quick.Â
you had flown to england to meet him. he encouraged you to. it felt amazing to leave your hometown, youâve lived there all your life. you definitely needed to fresh air.Â
it took a lot of convincing your parents to let you fly to england. without a doubt, you knew that the only way youâll get to leave is if you had a guard with you.Â
this isnât that kind of cliche story, your guard could literally be your dad, get your head out of the gutter, you are utterly in love with george, and you were sure george knew that and thatâs why he encouraged you to fly to him.Â
the first couple of days were fun. he brought you to all over brighton for you to experience what itâs like in england. he told you he wanted you to get your first real experience as a tourist, and that was what he did.Â
winding down for the night, you brought him to relax in your hotel suite. frankly, george was surprised that you could afford such a place. but he didnât want to ask where you got the money from, he didnât really care.Â
all he wanted to do was to complete his dare. his ego was too big to lose this time.Â
that night was when you decided to tell him about your feelings about him. you were pretty confident that it was going to go smooth sailing. just the way he treated you showed so much about his feelings.Â
so you did, you told him. while you told him that you love him, more than friends love each other, he looked you in the eyes. you werenât sure what that meant.Â
but he smiled. or smirked, you werenât sure.Â
and he kissed you. and the night didnât end with you just kissing.Â
so you thought the night was amazing, that it couldnât get any better than that.Â
that was, until you woke up the next morning.Â
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you woke up, sun shining straight into your suite, curtains wide open.Â
although you didnât really feel the presence of another person in the room with you, you brushed it off. you felt like something was off, that something was missing.Â
you rolled over in your hotel bed, to see if the british man was laying next to you.Â
he wasnât. in fact, he was not in the hotel room at all. you checked the bathroom, the small little living room in your suite. he was found nowhere.Â
you tried to see if he had left traces of himself in your hotel room, a sign that he was indeed there and that you hadnât been dreaming it all.Â
but the pain between your legs caused by the brit told you that it was all not a dream.Â
so you did what a logical person would, text him. maybe he left to get food.Â
but you knew that wasnât the case the moment you had unlocked your phone.Â
texts flood in, your social media notifications seemed to not be stopping anytime soon.Â
you opened your texts messages. a couple from your parents, a lot from rae, multiple from some minecraft youtubers who you called friends.Â
besides your parents, they were asking if you were okay. they were telling you to stay safe and to lay off social media for a while.Â
your parents were practically screaming at you through texts. they called you a disgrace, not an honour to the family. you didnât understand where this was coming from.Â
you opened twitter, knowing that it was going to be the easiest way for you to find out what had happened, and why were you involved in it.Â
you were trending. number one worldwide. you clicked on your name. your phone left your hand, falling hard to your hotel floor with a loud thud as you covered your mouth with both your hands, crying.Â
two pictures. two photos that said it all.Â
first photo was of you in bed, obviously naked under the hotel duvet. you were still sleeping. there was light coming from the windows, that showed that it had barely been sunrise when it was taken.Â
second photo was what hit you the hardest. you wanted the earth to swallow you from below. it was a photo of your back, very naked back. it was clear that it was a photo that had been taken during sex.Â
and it was obvious who you had it with, because he was the one who posted it all over twitter.Â
george.Â
that was why he left, with no traces of him ever being in the hotel room.Â
you werenât sure what was his motive. but you sure did know that he had completely broke you.Â
crying, you picked up your phone from the floor, calling rae.Â
âoh my god, tell me youâre okay.â she was panicking on the phone.
âi need to leave.â you told her. you knew that she would immediately understand the severity of the four words you told her.Â
since then, you never came back. to the eyes of public, it was as if you never even existed. you were gone.Â
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you moved with rae.Â
she had to leave her roommates to settle in with you. her roommates werenât mad at her for leaving them. they completely understood, you needed the help.
although her roommates wanted to help you, they couldnât. you needed to have the least amount of people to be with you.Â
it didnât help that they were all content creators, too.Â
rae told people that she moved because she wanted her own space, so that she can make better videos. when she announced she was moving, not one person speculated that you had been the reason of her move.Â
you paid for the house, you needed to. you owed her. no matter the amount of times she told you that you owed her nothing, that she was just doing it because she loves you, you couldnât let her pay for a single thing.Â
you needed to up your security, too. so you two had decided to get a house that was pretty big, somewhere in the mountains, with top security, away from other people.Â
your parents soon calmed down after that day. they told you to come back, the begged you to come back. but you told them that you needed the time alone at that moment, and assured them that you would be okay.Â
so they did what parents would. they made sure you were well taken care of. they sent you massive amounts of money, sent your their trusted guards to stay around the house.Â
they did this all for you without the knowledge of the public.Â
your parents told reporters that you were well safe, and would not be in the public eye, not until you were ready.Â
you helped rae film certain videos. well, not like there was anything good to do in the massive mansion, anyways.Â
all your social media pages were still up, just not updated. you left everything. you had created a more private one, for your close and trusted friends to follow.Â
and you thought that nothing could really top that eventful day in england.Â
but it did.Â
youâre sat on toilet in on of the bathrooms, rae rubbing your back.
pregnant. it was clearly written on the test.
no fucking way.Â
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in no ways were you ready to be a mother.Â
as a little kid, you had dreamt of being a mum, alongside a successful man who took responsibility.Â
you never would have seen yourself to be a mother alone, with the help of your bestfriend.Â
you never thought that you would be a mother, whose dad is someone who clearly doesnât want anything to do with you.Â
rae stayed with you all the time. even through the gross vomit sessions in the morning, or all the time, in your case.Â
but you were in no way shape or form ready for a child. you had to raise a child on your own. even the thought of that had emotionally drained you.Â
weeks after you found out you were pregnant, you were significantly getting more moody, and rae knew that.Â
she made sure you ate well, slept well and kept up with eating vitamins each day. that was until, you couldnât take it all anymore.Â
maybe it was the stress. well, it was the stress.Â
you blamed it all on the emotional toll the pregnancy took on you. your body was practically screaming for help. help that you need, but you werenât in the right head space to offer the help to yourself.Â
it was a typically normal day for rae and you. besides rae screaming in her gaming room while streaming, it had been pretty quiet.Â
you felt queasy, but you pushed it off. it was normal for you nowadays. everything almost made you throw up. the look of something, the smell.Â
but on that day, it was a different type of feeling in your stomach.
one second, you were walking into the kitchen, trying to get some water, and the other, you were on the floor, in pain.Â
you screamed. this was the worst type of pain youâve felt in your life. you screamed for anyone who could hear you. you were sure that even raeâs stream could hear you, but you didnât care.Â
soon you heard multiple footsteps. one of your guards came to your aid before rae did. he supported your head on his lap, him sitting on the floor.Â
he told the other guard who came soon after he did to call the ambulance.Â
that was when you finally found out what was happening.Â
âholy shit, sheâs bleeding.â rae repeated to herself.Â
you were bleeding? that wasnât good, right? that meant bad things, doesnât it?
you felt like you were floating, like your limbs were as light as a feather. that was because you were losing consciousness.Â
you lost it. you lost it and found out it was a boy.Â
now the two boys you love more than your life arenât here with you, forever.Â
you cried for weeks, rae next to you, making sure you were still alive and eating. she was the only one that stayed by your side in real life. sure, your online friends did care about you, but they just couldnât be there with you.Â
clay and nick had always been texting you, sometimes calling to try their luck, clay mostly. you knew they cared about you, and they wanted to make sure that youâre okay. but you felt embarrassed. you didnât want to face anyone, even if people kept saying that you did nothing wrong.Â
apparently raeâs stream heard your scream, and that was how rae found out that you were in danger. she couldnât hear through her headphones, but her chat kept spamming her about it, and that raised alarms.Â
they kept asking about the âmysterious girl screamingâ in raeâs stream. it was short lived, though. rae told them that she had a friend over and that they were injured, and that rested the chaos for a little.Â
you were sure that some people knew you were living with her. most of them were almost like detectives, after all.Â
you didnât blame the stans. it wouldnât take a genius to figure out that you would live with her, anyways.Â
since the awful day at the hospital, you have texted clay and nick. you wanted to tell them that you were okay, that you arenât hurt, at least not physically anymore.Â
it didnât take you long to start calling clay daily again. other than rae, you didnât really have anyone. so you told clay.Â
it felt weird talking about a baby that used to be in you to someone whose bestfriend was the dad of. but he completely understood you. sure, he couldnât say for experience, seeing as he clearly canât get pregnant, but he supported you, made sure you let it all out to him.Â
you and clay grew close, almost bestfriends. although you and nick were close, heâs still in college, and that meant that he usually didnât have time to talk to you as much as clay did, and you didnât blame him. school can be a pain in the ass.
but you still made sure to never keep nick in the dark. as much as clay is one of your bestfriends, so is nick.Â
clay made sure never to talk about george to you, which deemed to be difficult since they had been friends for years. he had accidentally slipped his name out to you a couple times, but you were sure he didnât meant to do that.Â
other than the usual âgeorge has been sleeping like a logâ and âhe slept through the smp war.â you hadnât heard anything else about him, but it seemed like he was doing well.Â
clay had told you about the bet.Â
ânick brought it up, but we didnât think he was actually going to go through with it.â the floridian said.Â
you arenât the type to hold grudges, not even if they did you really dirty, so you told clay that you were on the path of being fully healthy and that he didnât need to apologise for his friendâs behaviour.Â
âare you ever going to come back?â he asks you in a facetime call. you knew exactly what he was talking about. he wanted to know if youâd ever come back on the internet.Â
you didnât even know the answer yourself. you werenât sure. so you told him that.Â
âmaybe, maybe not. who knows.â and that was months ago.Â
you had plenty of time to heal, to get back on track. but nothing could top your pain of losing your child, that you never got to hold, to kiss, to spoil.Â
telling your mother about the loss of your baby was the hardest. she is a traditional woman, always telling you to get married before bearing children, but that didnât mean she didnât love the baby you were carrying in you.Â
she cried on the phone, sobbing, hiccupping. you wanted to hug her so bad, she even asked you when youâd come back, but you told her you needed time, but youâd be there soon.Â
for some reason, although you got maximum hours of sleep each day, you still felt exhausted. you consulted a doctor, but he told you that it was normal since your body is still fragile, but the exhaustion never really went away as months go by.Â
being bored at home, and hearing rae having fun made you feel lonely, it made you feel like you were left out. so you made the decision to come back. not to stream, but to appear in raeâs videos.
rae and the rest of the group welcomed you with open arms. they were caring and made sure you felt comfortable again, not stepping any boundaries. not that you cared, the public was bound to know everything soon enough.Â
so you did that.Â
you were playing proximity chat among us, with the usual people. at that point, you and the other nine people were still in the lobby, chatting, until corpse sounded out.Â
âwhat have you been doing nowadays?â harmless question, in your opinion.Â
you didnât want to hide anything anymore, and rae knew what was about to happen.
âbeen having a lot of rest. doctor said that iâm still fragile.â you told corpse.Â
âare you sick?â toast asks. some people wouldâve been offended at that question, or take it the wrong way, but you didnât.Â
âactually, i suffered a miscarriage recently.â you told them honestly.Â
there was no awkward silence. immediately, everyone started apologising, saying âsorry for your loss.âÂ
you brushed them off, telling them that itâs okay, that they didnât offend you at all for asking that question.Â
âfeels good to get it out my chest.â you told them, laughing at the end of that sentence.Â
âshe hasnât slept well at all, she really wanted to tell you guys.â rae told her
one by one, they all spoke to you, asked you if it was even okay that you all talked about it on streams. you told them that it had been your choice to tell people this way, and they had nothing to worry about.Â
on the other hand, it was tough for george. not at first, though. he thought it was going to be easy, having sex with a pretty, virgin girl and ditch her alone in a country she she hasnât personally been to.
but that changed the moment she disappeared. the guilt never really hit george until people started bashing him on the internet.Â
at first, people were too focused on the girl. people discriminated you, called you a slut. they didnât think that george was wrong at all, although he was the one who took the explicit photos and posted it.Â
but then, people, mostly woman had started to realise indeed how messed up it was.Â
george really couldnât care that you âleft.â but then people kept on commenting on his posts. specifically, they often left a comment saying âreally bold of you to do that to a princess.â
at the start, he thought the comments meant that they couldnât believe he did such terrible things to their princess, someone wholesome they cherished. he didnât realise that his comments literally meant that you are a princess.Â
so he googled it. he wanted to know why people kept calling you âprincessâ or ânext on the throneâ. he was curious, and he wasnât expecting it all to be real.Â
when he googled your name, a huge google tab came out.Â
princess of saudi arabia.Â
this must be a typo, right? he couldnât deny that you are indeed a pretty girl, he just couldnât believe that he had done such things to someone so royal.Â
he never even thought that one day, he would score to talk to celebrities, let alone be able to be in bed with an actual princess.Â
so he doubted it.Â
but then he kept looking.Â
he looked at images of you. photos of you with a small tiara, next to what seemed to be the queen of saudi arabia, wearing a long, modest emerald gown. the photo was taken when the king had a birthday.Â
picture after picture, he started to doubt his thoughts even more.Â
he couldnât lie, your face really fit the title. if he really thought about it, your existence screamed royalty. the way you spoke, your poise, the way you strut in a hallway and was able to wow a crowd without trying.Â
george always assumed that people only stared at you in public because of how beautiful you are. he never really realised it all until now.Â
usually, guys can be insecure when they hear rude comments about how a lanky man is able to get a beautiful, confident woman. but to george, he felt even more egoistical. he used you, truly like a trophy wife.Â
that was until he really realised.Â
now, he thinks that everything he did was just a plain asshole move, not saying it isnât if he did it to any other normal girl.
âi fucking messed upâ he thought to himself, reading press conferences about your princess title.
if he thought he messed up then, wait till he found out you were pregnant, and then later losing it.Â
he felt like he was in a fever dream. it felt like a written book, not real life.Â
he kept slapping himself, pinching himself to make sure he wasnât dreaming. it all felt unreal. so many things were happening.Â
now, heâs more concerned than guilty. he wanted to know if youâre okay. even he felt like he canât cope with the information he was given, how would you feel?
furthermore, he kept reading theories that the scream in the background of valkyraeâs stream was yours. had you lost the baby there? had you lost his baby there?
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he called clay and nick. he wanted to double check. it was all a lot to handle, knowing youâre a princess and a mother in the same week.Â
nick screamed at him on discord for hours, literally. george knew clay was just as mad, just as disappointed. he just didnât have the energy to say it all, even though all he wanted to do was fly to england and beat george up.Â
although it took george a while to realise everything he did was messed up, he came to. and he really did want to contact you. but really, anyone in your position wouldnât even glance at his name twice after what he did.Â
he was happy that you were looking healthy on raeâs stream. although you werenât really ready to stream on your own again and many people understood that, and never pushed you.Â
but whenever he saw you sometimes on raeâs facecam, he could see that pain, deeply hidden in your eyes. you were trying to cover up the fact that you were still trying to heal.Â
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CLAYâS POV
it was infuriating to see george not really giving a shit at first, and then changing to a new man. it took you to tell the world about your lost child for him to own up to his mistakes.
nick and i had been friends with him for years, it takes a lot to just dump a friend, a close one at that. so we did what we could, help him wake up from this âdreamâ heâs in.Â
that didnât mean we werenât mad at him still.Â
if he didnât want to own up, i will.Â
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the subsequent years came by and went really quickly. people were starting to forget the drama that you and george were in. people soon became uninterested about it, but still stayed with you, encouraging you to heal slowly and take your time.Â
that was what you liked about the internet. granted, some people can be mean, but the people who supported you were the ones that helped you keep going, helped you find a reason to wake up in the morning.Â
no, youâd never forget that you lost a child, and you were reminded by the people on the internet who made it a pact to make sure george never forgot that too.Â
george did end up talking to you a couple years ago. you accepted his apology, but not him. you were sure he only wanted to apologise after knowing that you were the next in the throne.Â
speaking of throne, you were back in the castle. not permanently, but you visited often. you still lived with rae, and you had actually started streaming on your own again a few months before george reached out to you.Â
clay and nick had been supportive of you since the start, still clearly apologetic even though you told him that you had forgotten about it and that it hadnât even been their fault in the first place.Â
but they were persistent, clay more than nick since nick was still very busy with college. you loved the two of them and considered them to be one of your best friends, aside from rae.Â
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GEORGEâS POVÂ
it was difficult. i felt like i had no shame to just text her one day after being gone for so long. but i actually felt bad. i know it was a rocky start.Â
i had been so focused on winning the bet and not wanting to be called a pussy from my friends that i disregarded you, your feelings.
i knew from the start that you had been a great girl. you were just so sweet to everyone you meet, even strangers. it warmed my heart, it made me feel safe to be around you all the time.Â
not that i can say that right now anyways, i didnât have the right at all, after what i did to you.Â
i donât know what love is, given the fact that multiple girls had left me before this. i asked myself often if what i felt for my exes were actually love, or had i just been desperate.Â
but i felt like when i was with you, it had been love, or close enough.Â
but i couldnât just burst it out one day that i love you, we werenât really even dating.Â
given that you had been pure, prior to me, it was shocking to see you so open, so welcoming to me. it was like you had known me forever, that you trusted me.Â
and i took advantage of that, and later i got the consequences.Â
i suffered the consequences. i see him with you. and i see that youâre happier with him. if it was any other guy, i think it would hurt less.Â
but it was my own best friend. it was clay.Â
all the instagram photos you post, his face blurred or covered, or when he posts a photo of you, it all hurt.Â
i started the fall for you, for your genuine heart, and when i finally decide to do something about it, someone else had done it before me.Â
deep down, i knew that clay wouldâve been the better choice for you anyway. but it still hurt me. hearing his voice coming from behind you when you stream without your facecam.Â
everyone was so supportive of you and clay, theyâre obviously happy that you found someone who treats you better, even i knew that.
i wished i hadnât taken you for granted, i wish i hadnât listened to the stupid voice in my head reminding that you were all just a bet, that i wouldnât love you like you think i would.Â
i felt left out.Â
a while ago, you were in florida with nick and your boyfriend, clay. it stung to see nick and you streaming so happily, not remembering me.Â
but i deserved it. and i knew you deserve to be happy, after everything i did to you.
but that didnât compare to the pain i felt now, a year later, seeing photos of clay and you, his face turned from the camera, facing you. he was down on one knee, proposing.Â
and although you were crying and your hands covered the bottom half of your face, i could see how happy you are, i could see the amount of love you held for clay.Â
how i wish i had done things a little more differently.Â
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ę° NCT DREAM REACTION ęą
being in a long distance relationship <3
< MARK >
met you from a mutual friend
you got added to a groupchat with him in it
he liked the memes you sent so he dmed you
got caught off guard when you started flirting w him a few days later
âhahahahâ
just went w it
until you started being more and more flirtatious w him
he asked if you had a crush on him
after you said yes and asked to go out w him
things got pretty serious
he sent you lots of flirty messages
uses heart emojis in almost every text
asks you what time it is where you are all the time
bcs
timezones
wants to meet you one day
but lowkey heâd freak out if he met you
sometimes you send him photos of your outfits
he doesnât tell you but
he looks forward to you sending him photos
bcs he thinks youâre cute
and he freaks out when you do send him photos
âyouâre driving me crazy y/n hahahahaâ
< RENJUN >
met you in a random comment section
you were arguing in that comment section over something stupid
he took it to the dms
but after viewing your profile
he saw a pic of you that you posted
started beinf nice to you after he noticed that you were cute
went from âYOUâRE SO DUMBâ to âokay but i still think youâre wrongâ
you thought you guys were done talking
until you posted a pic of yourself a few weeks later
and he liked it
and dmed you âhello can we start over againâ
after a few weeks
you guys were still talking
and you developed a crush on him
one day you asked if he had an s/o
and he said âno, would you like to apply for the position?â
needless to say you guys were official
as far as your relationship goes
you get kinda insecure
bcs youâre like 3,000 miles away from him
and you didnât want him to find someone else
heâd reassure you by saying
âi donât think iâd fall in love with anyone else, y/n, itâs kind of exhausting :Pâ
so yeah
heâs a pain in the butt
< JENO >
i already did a fic on (sort of) long distance bf jeno!!
read here
< HAECHAN >
met you on a discord server
and heâd go on a call w you almost everyday
you guys also played games together
heâd say some flirtatious things during calls
and give you special treatment when you were playing games with him and his friends
he didnât notice until johnny pointed it out
and after you had to leave the call
he thought about it for like an hour
and he realized
he likes you
the next day while you guys were on a call
he told you everything
âi know weâre so far away but i like you so much and i donât care about the distance :((â
you started dating after he confessed
honestly he treats you the same way he did before you guys got together
but when his friends teased him for giving you special treatment
heâd always say
âwhatever, you guys are just jealous iâm the best boyfriend everâ
< JAEMIN >
met you on a dating app
used a really cheesy pickup line
honestly you didnât think you guys were compatible at first
until you started talking to him more
and you realized he was really sweet
he sends you good morning and goodnight texts everyday
even if you guys are in different timezones
heâd wait for it to be morning or night for you
even though you told him not to bcs you felt bad keeping him up
he also had your country on the clock app on your phone
and the weather app
âits cold where you are, y/n, you better cover up >:)â
for your anniversary he calls a local florist in your country
and delivers flowers to your house
âso glad you liked the flowers love <33â
hfjfjdjfjf
sends you photos of him sometimes
and lots of wholesome memes
âme & who? me & you <3â
lots of âi wish i were there rn :(â texts
cheesy but so cute hdhfjdjfj
< CHENLE >
you already knew each other
because you went to high school together
but you moved after that
and about a year after you moved
he found your account
and dmed you
you talked until he asked you for you zodiac sign
âour signs are compatible, yâknow <3â
after that you started getting flustered by his messages
legs swinging and all that good stuff
you waited for him to text you every day
because you didnât want him to think you were desperate
but every time you waited a few minutes to answer his message
heâd spam you
ây/nâ, ây/n l/nâ, âBROâ, âWHAT ARE YOU DOING ANSWER ME :((â
so yeah that was reassuring
after you guys do get into a relationship
heâd start sending gifts to your house
everytime you talked about smth you wanted
heâd buy it from amazon
and would wait for your reaction a few days later
âanything for you, y/n >:Dâ
< JISUNG >
like renjun he met you in a comment section
but it was a more cute interaction
â@y/n youâre so cute đĽşâ
you dmed him bcs
its jisung ofc youâre gonna dm him
he was so cute
uses lots of emoticons
likes when you go off on tangents and talk about yourself
he talks about you a bunch
to his friends and family
his family tried to discourage him from talking to you
bcs youâre pretty far away
but he doesnât really care
he sends you videos and pics of him throughout the day
one day he sent you this really pretty video of him
he was just out of the shower and his hair was wet
and he just looked really pretty
hdbhdjfjd
im going off on a tangent
anyway
he liked sending you videos because you complimented him all the time
also
you had a lot of late night convos
âi wanna see you in person one day, y/nâ
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tysm for reading !! i hope you enjoyed, sorry for the lack of posts lately :(( iâve been on sort of a writing block so iâm trying to get back to my old schedule:) pls send requests via asks or dms !! :)
~ with love, huangbae :)
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