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aespicysstuff · 10 months ago

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First Heartbreak

Miyawaki Sakura x Fem!Reader/ Platonic!Hong Eunchae x Fem!Reader

Description: "Everybody saw the way Eunchae looked at you like you couldn't do any wrong, even your girlfriend, but it seems you're a little stupid and didn't saw, and this lead to the younger first heartbreak."

Saju: IT'S HERE ANON! I hope y'all enjoy this and i'm sorry for the shitty ending, anyway! Have a good one babys, and sorry for any grammar there.

Another day had begun, and here was Y/n, heading to hell��school, heading to school. The girl was as late as always; she ran as fast as she could, entering the school just before the gate closed. Without losing pace, she ran through the corridor in search of her classroom. Fortunately, fate was on her side as the teacher was also running late, giving her enough time to enter and compose herself. Kazuha, her best friend and partner, looked at her, laughing.

"Can I know the reason for your lateness today?" Kazuha asked with a mischievous smile, remembering that Y/n had mentioned spending the night at her girlfriend's house. "Haha, we didn't do anything special, you pervert. I was late because Sakura simply decided not to wake me up," Y/n explained after giving a strong flick to the Japanese girl's forehead, seeing her face contort into a grimace.

"Sorry for the delay, class! Let's start the lesson," the teacher said, interrupting their conversation. Some classes passed, and now it was Y/n's favorite moment, the break. She loved this time since she would eat delicious food, see her friends, and meet her woman, the most beautiful, charming, and enchanting, Miyawaki Sakura. Many girls and even some boys admired her, but only one person had captured the heart of the older girl, and that person was Y/n. All her friends knew about the relationship, well, all except one, Hong Eunchae, the youngest in the group.

She was introduced to the group by Yunjin, the social butterfly of the group. Being the youngest, the girls only saw each other during breaks or outside school. I can tell you that the newcomer felt very welcome in the group; everyone welcomed her warmly, and she was quickly dubbed the group's baby. However, what no one knew, or what Eunchae thought, was that she had developed feelings for Y/n. It was love at first sight, and the girls noticed how the youngest followed Y/n like a lost puppy or the passionate looks and silly smiles directed at her. Even Sakura had noticed but didn't mind as she found it cute to see the girl in love.

Well, as you can imagine, Y/n is ridiculously clueless and didn't notice the signals Eunchae gave her, or maybe she did and chose to ignore them, which frustrated the younger girl. So today, after school, Eunchae decided she would confess her feelings to the older girl.

The girls were all at their usual table, except Eunchae, who hadn't arrived yet but had notified that she was on her way. Y/n was holding hands with her girlfriend under the table while listening to her friends gossip about the latest school rumors. Y/n felt her hand being squeezed and looked to her right to see Sakura smiling at her, pouting for a kiss, which Y/n reciprocated without hesitation. Little did they imagine that Eunchae had entered just at that moment and witnessed everything.

The girl felt her heart shatter into tiny pieces; her sweet eyes filled with tears, making her vision blurry. Before any of the girls noticed her, she ran out of the cafeteria. However, Chaewon saw her, saw the moment of the youngest's first broken heart, and without saying anything, quickly got up, chasing after Eunchae, leaving her friends yelling her name.

"What happened?" Kazuha asked with a mouth full of ramen; the girls just shook their heads, indicating they didn't know either. "I'll go after her, be right back." Y/n planted a kiss on her girlfriend's forehead and went in search of Chaewon.

Chaewon was out of breath but had managed to keep Hong in her line of sight. Eunchae had entered an empty classroom, and as Chaewon approached, she could hear her crying. Chaewon's heart ached to see the youngest like this, but she didn't blame Y/n and Sakura; they thought it was just a passing crush. She took a deep breath and then opened the door. "Angel? What happened? Actually, don't answer. I saw what happened, and...come here." Chaewon pulled Eunchae into a tight hug, trying to comfort the younger girl. "Unnie, it hurts...it hurts a lot," Eunchae said between tears and sobs. Kim embraced the girl tightly, stroking her hair and telling her to let out all the pain.

"Do you feel better now?" Chaewon asked the girl after giving her time to cry and calm down. Eunchae nodded in agreement, sniffing, which made Chaewon laugh a little. "What are you laughing at, unnie?" Eunchae asked, letting a small smile escape. "You're too cute, little one. Your nose is all red." She responded, touching Eunchae's nose. They were so engrossed in each other that they were startled by the loud noise the door made when brutally opened, and they saw a sweaty and panting Y/n in the doorway.

"I...I found you..." The girl seemed like she could collapse at any moment. She climbed the small steps of the room and sat next to Eunchae. "Well, Yunjin is calling me, to solve some couple issues...bye!" Chaewon quickly left the room so the two could talk alone, leaving the youngest shouting her name.

"What happened to her?" Y/n asked, still panting. Eunchae lowered her gaze, playing with her fingers. Y/n noticed her "discomfort" and approached, holding her arm. "Chae, did something happen?" She asked with concern, seeing the younger girl look at her with a sad and angry look at the same time. "Yes, you happened, Y/n! You and Sakura unnie..." Her little eyes filled with tears again, making Y/n go into a certain panic. "W-what did I do??" Her eyebrows raised almost coming out of her head. "You're a stupid fool and slow, didn't notice the signs I sent you. Everything was in vain; you didn't care about me. And what I hate the most is that I can't hate you or unnie..." Each word was a punch to Y/n's chest, who just let it all happen, letting the blows hit her. She was still confused about what the girl meant, so she firmly held Eunchae's wrists, making her stop and look at Y/n.

"Please tell me what happened...what did I do to make you like this?" She said in a calm yet apprehensive voice, "I...I didn't know that you and Sakura unnie were together...I like you, Y/nnie, a lot...I wanted to confess to you, but when I saw you and unnie kissing, it was like my world stopped...uh...I'm sorry, I just...I don't know." Eunchae averted her gaze, not wanting to see the older girl's expression with the words spoken.

Y/n was shocked, didn't imagine that the younger one liked her, it never crossed her mind. She was trying to recall the signs, and maybe, just maybe, it clicked. She remembered the moments when the younger one always followed her, the times a sparkle appeared in her eyes after Y/n hugged her or showed affection, how she always tried to arrive on time to sit next to Y/n in the cafeteria, and the times the girl sought her attention.

"Eunchae...I...didn't imagine." The older one expressed with a tone of sadness and regret, looking at Eunchae with a look of an abandoned puppy. "Stop looking at me like that; it's as if you committed a crime!" She let out a small laugh, which made Y/n's heart race. She hated seeing the younger one sad, and everything just got worse knowing that she was the main reason for this moment. God! She felt like trash for hurting her, even if it wasn't intentional.

They fell into silence for a moment; you could hear their breaths and Eunchae's sniffles. Y/n crouched in front of Eunchae, hugging the girl's legs and laying her head on her knees. "I'm really sorry, Chae. I won't lie to you; you mean a lot to me. You're incredibly important to me...but you're like a little pest that always shows up, like those annoying flies that bother you all night. What I mean is, I love you and care about you a lot, but unfortunately, it's not romantic...even if Sakura and I had nothing...it wouldn't happen. MY GOD, I'M JUST MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, EUN, I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU...I JUST WANT TO FIX EVERYTHING AND TAKE CARE OF Y-" Y/n started to "shout" nervously; she felt like she was only making the situation worse with the girl. But she was surprised to feel the impact of Eunchae's body colliding with hers, taking them both to the floor.

Eunchae let out a sigh; now she felt calmer. "It's okay, unnie...well, it still hurts, but...it will be okay." Her voice came out muffled as her face was hidden in the older girl's neck. "I know it was never your or Sakura unnie's intention to hurt me...I should have suspected since you both are pretty gay...especially you, haha." She lifted her face, laughing at Y/n, and then gave her a strong slap on the arm. "WHY WAS THAT, MAN?!?" Y/n shouted while trying to ease the pain in her arm. "That's for breaking my heart and hiding your relationship, you stupid!" She tried to look serious and angry, but failed miserably, bursting into laughter at the sight of Y/n's indignant expression.

"But seriously, little one...are you going to be okay? If you need me to stay away for a while, I'll do it...as long as I can have you annoying me again, laughing at my angry face, and not crying over things I did." Y/n looked at her with hopeful but fearful eyes; Eunchae just smiled and said, "It will take some time, but I'll be okay. Don't worry, unnie, you won't get rid of me so easily." She squeezed the older girl's cheeks, making her relax completely with the news.

Y/n pulled Eunchae into a tight hug, and soon they felt several arms wrapping around them. Looking up, they saw Sakura and their friends, all with smiles on their faces. "Sorry, angel, and unnie is extremely proud of you," Sakura said after leaving a kiss on Eunchae's head, hugging her even tighter.

#le sserafim x reader #sakura x reader #miyawaki sakura x reader #hong eunchae x reader #le sserafim x fem reader

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rubywolf0201 · 9 months ago

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Thoughts on the latest episode of BUCCHIGIRI?! aka it’s going to be intense

WARNING: *Spoilers for Episode 8*

- Wow… this episode really put Matakara through the wringer huh? ☹️

- So episode starts off with baby Matakara and Mitsukuni visiting the Honki Temple. From there, we see baby Matakara witnessing a moving shadow within the picture of Ichiya (don’t worry I’ll get there soon). Matakara hid behind Mitsukuni to which the latter says that the moving shadow senses people with a weak heart and gave Matakara an advice: To become Honki people, one must not run away.

- After the opening, we see Mahoro just gleefully swiping pictures of Marito in fanservicey positions but the moment Arajin calls out to her she’s like 😒

- Anyways, when Arajin started to yap his mouth about wanting to take over Siguma for the sake of winning Mahoro’s heart, girl just up and left lol.

- Oh but before that Mahoro took a slight glimpse of Arajin’s bento box before she turned her back.

- But as soon as she’s leaving, Matakara appears and greeted Mahoro but she also ignored him.

- Arajin was pissed at that but soon both he and Matakara are sitting next to each other. Matakara then begin to discuss about Mirsukuni’s release from juvie and asked Arajin if they can use the restaurant to celebrate his return. Arajin begrudgingly said yes to it which got Matakara excited.

- From there, we see the puppy boi going around asking Minato Kai from his friends to Kenichiro if they’re attending, to which all of them said yes. (What a happy bunch)

- While walking home, Arajin asked Senya why he is so insistent on merging with him to which Senya jokingly replies that he wants to start a family. Along the conversation, Senya inquires about Mitsukuni to which Arajin say that the latter is much stronger than Kenichiro himself which of course excited Senya.

- In the restaurant, Arajin told his mum about Mitsukuni’s return and Matakara happened to come by. Matakara also revealed that Mitsukuni is now 21, the same age as Kenichiro.

- We also have Arajin/Matakara bonding moments in the kitchen where Matakara tries to badly make gyoza. He also revealed that neither he nor Mitsukuni can cook.

- Another detail I’ve noticed: Matakara also reveals that he wants to save up enough money to buy an apartment for both him and his brother with no mention of his parents around.

- The next day, Matakara is seen cleaning the Honki temple when he came across the members of NG Boys beating up Akutaro. Of course, witnessing it made Matakara to confront them which causes those guys to run.

- Matakara saw Akutaro lying on the ground and proceed to help him despite what has happened back in the Gang War arc.

- Akutaro then proceeded to secretly out Senya before he backed off a little by giving a mix of ‘Just kidding’ and ‘I won’t tell you’ expression. Much later, it is heavily implied that Akutaro set up the scene because Ichiya told him and also to plan his revenge on Kenichiro as well.

- The next day, we have Matakara planning to go to the juvie hall to pick up his brother and we also have a montage of Minato Kai and Arajin setting up the welcome party. Overall, it’s a cute and sweet moment for the whole of Minato Kai.

- Also I find it funny how Zabu has an artistic side lol.

- While Matakara is waiting for Mitsukuni to come out, a person began to walk out with an umbrella which excited Matakara because it’s his brother- Wait no. It’s a prison guard and asked if Matakara is his relative and delivered the most heartbreaking news which caused Mata to drop the umbrella meant for his brother.

- The next day, we see Zabu and Komao, searching high and low for Matakara even asking the lady (who I presume is his aunt or caretaker) if she knew his whereabouts to which she says no.

- Komao as always is funny and kept cawing back at the crow

- Arajin and his mum at the restaurant wondering where Matakara is and why he didn’t show up to the surprise party to which the former replied that he doesn’t know.

- At school, Arajin approached Mahoro, while the latter is still disinterested in him, who is about to give her a new soapstone. But just then, Zabu and Komao approached him and brought him to a corner to ask about the whereabouts of Matakara.

- Zabu and Komao also delivered the news about what happened to Mitsukuni: Apparently, some juvie mates are fighting and Mitsukuni in a futile attempt to stop the fighting got stabbed and was sent to the hospital, with heavy implications that he won’t make it.

- Arajin obviously doesn’t know and asked if the two of them know where Matakara is considering both Zabu and Komao are closer to him to which Zabu lashed out at him at his dickheaded behaviour (understandably so).

- And of course, Arajin then retorted that he doesn’t care about Matakara in the slightest which angered Zabu enough that he and Komao left him.

- On the school rooftop, Arajin expected to meet Mahoro on top but she wasn’t there (probably because she learns that going there meant seeing him) and as soon as he opened up his lunch, he saw the badly made gyoza’s that Matakara made 🥺

- But back to Matakara, we now see him at a park, cradling himself helplessly at the news of losing his brother (who I assume is his only family). Then all of a sudden, he kept seeing a shadow creeping over and oh boy. He screamed at the sight of it and ran away as fast as he can.

- The mysterious shadow kept following poor Matakara and the poor boi just kept trying to outrun it all the while being tired from running from it.

- The next scene we have Matakara appearing next to the restaurant in which Mrs Tomoshibi appeared and answered the door. Mata asked if Arajin is home, seemingly trying to recover from shock and that he went to the Tomoshibi’s because it’s a safe place for him.

- Matakara went up to Arajin’s room and sat right next to his bedside while the latter is sleeping, having a relieved expression.

- Unfortunately, one strand of Arajin’s hair revealed the metal bullet that held Senya. Out of curiousity, he pressed on it which popped out Senya with a menacing expression on his face. Matakara again ran and screamed, waking up Arajin in the process of what’s happening.

- Just as Matakara is running away from the restaurant, Akutaro appeared out of nowhere and then starts delivering cold hard truths about Arajin and how he has Senya with him. Matakara kept screaming in denial about his views of Arajin.

- And oh boy, just as Matakara ran away again, Akutaro belted out an evil laugh with Ichiya’s shadow behind him, implying that both Akutaro and Ichiya masterminded the whole thing so that the latter can merge with him.

- Later, we have Arajin and Senya walking out of town to search for Matakara. (I presume that Yayako must have told Ara about Mata’s visit and that she saw him running away) While searching, Senya asked if there is a place that Matakara is at that holds significance to which Arajin realizes it’s the temple.

- At the temple, Matakara is back in the cradling position trying to calm himself down. Arajin approached him and Matakara has an expression where he has a glimmer of hope that with Arajin would comfort him and such.

- But nope. Arajin started to confess everything: He ran away and abandoned Matakara, he confessed that he was a weak coward for doing so, using Senya for power ups and that he never wanted to be a Honki Person to begin with.

- This confession has shattered Matakara so much so that he tried to deny it but Arajin was having none of it and that all Matakara is doing is just projecting something the he is not.

- And with that, Arajin just left leaving Matakara to process the truth of everything.

- The last scene has him and Senya walking back home with Senya slapping him on the back asking Arajin if he felt better about it, Arajin has an expression that more or less implies that maybe he does feel a little bit guilty for telling him the truth of everything that has happened but at the same time knew it was inevitable.

- The last scene has Akutaro walking up to the shrine, opening up the temple door to see Matakara huddling, clearly shattered from everything.

- Akutaro later throw a gun and prod Matakara to shot at it, with clear implications that he wants Mata to fuse with Senya.

- Matakara would then shoot and would be knocked out.

- When he awoke, he noticed something in between his chest which is a bullet, he pressed on it and lo and behold! OUT CAME ICHIYA!!

- And then the episode ends in a cliffhanger.

- Ok so overall thoughts, I struggled with this review because of how downright heartwrenching the whole entire episode is for Matakara. Like being informed of the death of his brother, being chased by a mysterious shadow and then his childhood best friend outing the truth. Boi it’s going to be a rough time for Mata.

#rubi’s post #bucchigiri?!#arajin tomoshibi #matakara asamine #mahoro jin #zabu kakeru #komao sakigake #akutaro shindo #senya #ichiya

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lgcshion · 1 year ago

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hello, new friends ! my name is rover — yes, like kai’s latest cb, thank you, kai — & i’m here to introduce you to my muse, 櫻田詩音 ( sakurada shion ) ! he’s a 2005 liner — the only one in the group rp now heheh ( ^^ ; ) — & an aspiring vocalist from tokyo, japan. for reference, he’s in the male junior evening training group, & male dorm e, & he also attends sopa atm, too ! you can find more information about him below the cut, but please check out his DETAILS & OVERVIEW pages, if you’d like some extra reading material. lmk if you want to plot & i’ll reach out via tumblr dm. i’m primarily plotting through tumblr right now — i’m so sorry (╯_╰) — but if that changes, i’ll let you know. anyway, thanks for having me, & thanks x2 for the welcomes !

& M I S C

shion has this really bad habit of scribbling new song lyrics & lines of poetry he thinks of on literally anything he can get his hands on. this includes the whites on his sneakers, the corners of old newspapers, the palms of his hands, the notes app in his phone, & sometimes even the backside of important paperwork the company gives him. it bums him out so bad whenever he forgets what pops into his brain, so anytime inspiration hits him like a ton o’ bricks, he needs to write it down & carries at least one pen with him at all times.

on his pages, i’ve described him has “slow-paced” many times, & there’s a reason for that. he will never rush to do anything, no matter how important it is. he’s a firm believer in slow & steady wins the race — acting more like a tortoise, but resembling a hare... i see you, shion — & takes his sweet time with everything. whether it’s getting ready in the morning, eating his dinner, learning a song, or even cleaning his side of the dorm, he works sluggishly. things will get done, & his work will often be great, but he does it on his own terms.

branching off from above, he can be somewhat stubborn & stuck in his ways. he takes a long time to make decisions & that’s because he puts way too much thought into them, but once his mind is made up, it rarely changes. if people disagree with him, he’s comfortable with that as he’s patient enough to hear out & respect different povs, but he’s not known to budge from his opinions. this has gotten him into some light trouble in the past, but nothing major.

shion is a huuuuge sucker for romance, & themes of all types of romance, love, passion, heartbreak, etc. are explored in his poems & lyrics. however, the kicker here is that he’s never actually been in a relationship himself. ╥﹏╥ it’s something he’s always wanted, but ya know — being a gay kid in japan ( & now in south korea ) isn’t easy, & his shyness works against him here, too. he daydreams about what it’s like to have a boyfriend all the time, & his sweet little heart falls for people very easily. he’s kinda pathetic in a way, but it’s outta his control.

really, he’s still very young & he’s very much still figuring himself out, & he’s making mistakes, & learning lessons, & flopping, & failing, & basically doing literally everything he should be doing at his age, & i’m just here to help him grow in this verse. if your muse wants to take part in his journey in anyway — like literally anyway i mean that; the good, the bad, & the ugly, i want it all — lmk & we can figure it out together ! (*>ω<*)

& P L O T S

i love the idea of shion having a found family, if you will. people in his life who he’s not related to, but who feel like sisters, & brothers, & cousins, etc. those he can lean on if he needs a breather from training, those he can cheer up when they’re feeling upset, & those who can help him become the person he’s meant to be. if your muse has, like, parental instincts, even, they could just “adopt” shion as their own, like ig it, he is pretty babie in the grand scheme of things. (⋟﹏⋞) gimme gimme !

as it’s a dream of his to become a main ( or lead ) vocal of a k-pop boy group someday, shion wants to make sure that his efficiency with the korean language is up-to-par, especially his pronunciation while singing. he knows it’s crucial to have clear diction, & since korean isn’t his native tongue, he’s really leaned on your muse to pick up the basics. he’s very patient & will take these lessons seriously, but you’ll have to forgive him if he nods off from time-to-time. maybe this could even turn into real friendship !

maybe your muse & shion got into an argument when they were working on something together, & ever since that moment, things have never really been the same. shion is admittedly really awful with confrontation, & his stubbornness can sometimes make him hotheaded if he does lose his patience. it’s rare that he does, but it happens once in a blue moon. to make the scenario more broad, the point of this is that i think it’d be great for shion to have some conflict in his life. it’ll be interesting to see how he responds, so if you have other ideas for how this could happen, lmk. up for anything !

i would adooore for shion to have a big dopey crush on someone (─‿‿─)♡ this also doesn’t have to turn into anything deep, i just think it’d be fun for him to think the world of someone in that way, & write silly songs/poems about them, & be all (´♡‿♡`) when they’re around. feelings could be mutual, not returned, or it could even end in some kinda confession/heartbreak scenario, like, idc... give him something to write ab, please ! literally begging you rn, #shameless ! c’monnnn just think of how cute it’d be...

other japanese muses that remind him of home would be awesome tbh. he’d love being able to be homesick with them, & think about their childhoods, & dip into some good ol’ fashioned nostalgia here & there. maybe they can go out to traditional japanese restaurants in the city whenever they can or something cute like that, too; bond over shared cultures & stuff !

#♡ intro.#♡ pinned.#lgc:intro #this is so late lmao 😬#i am also so sorry for how long this got too rip #don't h8 me #also this template edit by me is v questionable rip x2

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cheolbooluvr · 3 years ago

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suffocating.

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pairing: seungcheol x reader

genre: major angst sorry (you can thank gyu for this) BUT there is a happy ending :]

word count: 3.2k *twitches*

warnings: profanity, mentions of nausea, heartbreak

a/n: PHEW i am BACK baby! um it's been a very hectic few weeks w traveling, trying to get over writer's block, etc etc, but i have returned! hope y'all haven't forgotten abt me :( huge thanks to @gyukult for spurring this on in da dms and also being my beta reader (eep i've never had beta readers x_x). look, lowkey, i hope this makes you hurt anyways, plz enjoy and let me know what you think! feedback via reblogs or asks is ALWAYS welcome and appreciated :)

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Moving in together with your boyfriend was supposed to be the best thing for your relationship, but your current situation with Seungcheol said otherwise.

Obviously, it was established early on that you two would have lives outside of each other, as all healthy relationships should. You were lucky to land your dream job as a graphic designer; however, it also meant spending long hours at the office only to return after the sun had completely set, the stars (and streetlamps) your only guide home. Seungcheol wasn’t any less busy — his job constantly kept him on his toes, always running this way and that whenever he was asked. In an attempt to balance your uneven schedules, you were able to convince your manager to work from home, which, ideally, meant you would be able to see Seungcheol more and finally spend some time with him.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Most mornings, he was already long gone by the time you woke up, but if you were lucky to catch him just in time, he’d give you a quick peck on the forehead and be on his way. By the time you got home, he’d have dinner prepared and you’d spend the little time you had in the evenings together, cuddled on the couch and catching up on the latest episode of Hospital Playlist. The two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm, and despite not seeing each other often, you overlooked it as a temporary inconvenience, one that would end someday. But ‘someday’ never came.

You would come home to an empty apartment, dark and solemn, reflective of the state your relationship would soon be in. At first, you didn’t mind the quiet—though, if you were being totally honest, it was nice to have your loving boyfriend waiting for you the moment you stepped through the door, dinner prepped on the table. Just for you. But soon, those one-off, quiet nights started becoming more regular, Seungcheol making it a habit to stumble into your home past 2 AM, those small slivers of your evenings spent together no longer an option now that he decided to stay out until an ungodly hour. He’d shuffle into bed, trying—but failing—to be quiet, the stench of alcohol overcoming your senses to the point you’d wake up before he was even under the covers.

All you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend, was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was, because on one particular night, you decided that enough was enough. You had been working overtime for the last week on a project with a tight deadline. To make matters worse, your team lead had dumped all of the heavy work on you, causing your stress levels to skyrocket. Every waking moment of your life was spent on this stupid project—it was to the point that you were running on pure adrenaline, your haphazard state indicative of your lack of self-care. Your tired eyes were readjusting that one text box, trying to line it up perfectly in the center, but to no avail. The shrill beeping of your lock snapped you out of your hyperfocus, your attention now on the time in the bottom of your screen: 3:00 AM.

“You’re still up?” Seungcheol questioned, his voice giddy from the remnants of alcohol in his system. He was drunk. Again.

“Where were you?” you asked curtly.

“With Jeonghan and the boys,” he replied.

There it was.

You didn’t mind if he hung out with his friends, because after all, you two had lives outside of each other. But this was becoming too much. You and Seungcheol had gotten into fights before, but they were always over small, petty things, quickly resolved once you sat down and talked to each other. However, not all relationships can be perfect, and this on top of the stress of your work was just too much to handle.

“Of course you were,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

You didn’t think he heard, but he heard it alright. Loud and clear. “What? Is there a problem with that?”

You sighed, slamming your mouse too aggressively on your desk as you leaned back in your chair. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Oh, so I’m not allowed to hang out with my friends anymore?”

“I never said that.”

“But you implied it.”

“For fucks sake, Choi Seungcheol—”

Oh. There it was. He hated it when you called him by his full name.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, clearly annoyed that you were having this argument at 3 AM, though you could say the same.

“I just want to spend time with you. That’s all.”

“We live together.”

You and Seungcheol were both incredibly stubborn people, the type to never back down, especially in situations like this. There were even times when petty, little arguments about things like pineapple on pizza got too heated solely because the two of you were too prideful to respect each other’s opinions.

“So? I barely see you anymore,” you quipped back.

“This is fucking ridiculous.”

“Is it? Is it, Choi Seungcheol?” There it was again. You sounded like his mom scolding and nagging him. You continued, “You’re always gone when I wake up, and you’re never home before I fall asleep. Tell me, when am I supposed to see you anymore? And to top it all off, you always reek of alcohol when you come home. Am I supposed to just be okay with that?”

“You know what?” Seungcheol ran his hands through his dark hair, slumping against the wall from exhaustion. “I’m tired.”

“And you think I’m not?”

“Stop. Just stop,” he countered, shutting his eyes partly in frustration, the other part of him unwilling to see the hurt on your face. Because of this, he didn’t see you hit your breaking point—tears gushing from the corners of your eyes, frustration manifesting in your body as indicated by the tightness in your chest. “I need space.”

“Seriously?” you asked, genuinely wondering if this was happening right now. You felt like a fish caught in a net, trying your best to untangle yourself from the messy ropes of emotions, only to get stuck even more. Up until this point, Seungcheol had been your entire world, and there was no doubt in your mind or heart that you loved him dearly. However, in this moment, he was the last person you wanted to be talking to.

“Yeah. I can’t do this.”

“Fine,” you huffed, your voice barely coherent. “Let’s break up.”

The words came out of your mouth with such ease that Seungcheol tensed up, clenching his jaw in response. “For real?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“It was your idea.” You raised your eyebrow at him accusingly.

He took a deep breath, trying to find some possible solution to undo everything, but it was too late. The damage had been done. “Fine.” Just as easily as you proposed the split, he agreed to it.

“Fine!” You snapped, jolting from your seat towards the bedroom where you pulled a duffel bag from the back of the closet. It took a moment for Seungcheol to register what you were doing, the sound of the metal from his hangers scraping against the pole that held them up. His footsteps were heavy against the hardwood floor, dragging as he brought himself to the doorway where he watched you angrily throw heaps of clothing into the bag without a second thought. Perhaps the healthy thing would have been to sit down and talk things over like adults, but your pride wouldn’t let you do that. Not tonight. You weren’t sure if you had gotten all his stuff, but whatever, you could pack it in a box for later.

Storming into the bathroom, you took a good look around, grabbing his toothbrush, hair products, and his cologne—the one you loved most, the one that smelled of citrus, jasmine and patchouli, the one that took you back to a time when your love had been fresh, so fresh that you remembered him spraying it on the hoodies he would let you “borrow” so that you would always be reminded of him when he was away—before marching back out to the bedroom and shoving it into his bag.

In all of your years of dating, Seungcheol had never seen you this angry. Sure, you’d been annoyed at him, snapped at him a few times, but it was always quickly resolved. This time was different. He could see the fire in your eyes, the tension of it all sobering him up in no time. You were always a determined person, and he had admired that about you; now, he was afraid.

“There,” you said, zipping the bag up and throwing it at him. He looked at you incredulously. “Go to Jeonghan’s since you love spending so much time with him. You can pick up the rest of your things tomorrow.”

“Are you seriously doing this?” Seungcheol dropped the bag down in the chair beside the door.

“You’re the one who said you needed space.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, space. I didn’t ask to break up.”

“So, how much space do you need then?” .

“What?”

“I barely see you and you say you need more space?” You were tired of repeating yourself, the word ‘space’ coming from your mouth like a broken record. All you wanted was for him to hear you, to listen to you

“I…”

“If you want to break up, then just say it. Stop being such a coward.”

“A coward?”

“Do you hate living with me that much? Am I suffocating you?”

The answer was obviously ‘no,’ but Seungcheol soon realized where he went wrong. He didn’t hate living with you—in fact, he loved it, telling all of his friends like an excited puppy the moment you two picked up your keys. But work had gotten so stressful lately. When Jeonghan offered to go out for drinks, he didn’t think much of it because all he wanted was an escape from reality, and it continued to happen until it started becoming a habit. Soon, “Do you want to go out for drinks?” stopped being a question and started becoming an assumption, the two of them joining their coworkers every damn night for several rounds of beer and soju. He knew you had your own stress to deal with, and he didn’t want to burden you with his own problems. This was his way to relax, but he didn’t realize that in the process, he had been neglecting you this whole time.

“So, you do hate living with me?” Your head was spinning with the crushing realization that your world was about to be in shambles the moment your relationship with the man you loved the most came to an end.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Exactly. You hesitated, Cheol.”

Oof. If his heart hadn’t been broken already, he was sure it shattered right then and there. You were no longer angry, just sad, tears trickling down your face like a steady stream.

“Why do we need to break up?” he questioned.

“You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re asking for a lot.”

“I’m literally not asking you for anything but to spend time with me. Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve gone on a date? Just us? We’ve been so busy, but I guess you’ve been having too much fun with your friends to notice.”

“I’ve been stressed with work, and we go out to relax. Is that a crime?”

“And I haven’t been stressed?” Your hands hit your own chest with such force that there was sure to be a bruise, but you were too caught up in the moment to realize. “I’ve been staying up late trying to finish this stupid project, and to top it all off, worrying about our relationship. Apparently, I’m the only one who cares anymore.”

“Hey, wait, that’s not fair. I care about our relationship.”

“It sure as hell doesn’t seem like it.”

“No. That’s not fair. I… I...” He faltered. Of course he cared about your relationship, you were one of the best—no, the best thing to ever happen to him. It was just that he wasn’t sure what to say or do in that moment that wouldn’t royally fuck up your entire relationship, though it might have already been too late.

“You what, Cheol?”

He let out a heavy sigh and looked you in the eyes. “I’ll be right back.” He turned around, walking to the front door once again.

“Where are you going at this hour?”

“I just need to take a walk,” he replied. You followed his movement, stopping at the door frame, your hands taking hold of the duffel and throwing it at his feet.

“If you leave, don’t bother coming back,” you yelled out, retreating into the bedroom and slamming the door. For a couple minutes, you stood by, listening to see if he would actually leave. Maybe he would just sleep on the couch and you could talk things out in the morning, but that thought quickly dissolved when you heard the door shut and the beeps that followed.

You were heaving, the tears no longer trickling but flooding down your cheeks. Inside, your body felt like it was being pricked by a million needles, your temperature rising with every second that passed. Your body became too heavy to stand, so you collapsed onto the bed. Aside from the horrible feeling that you had just broken up with your boyfriend, you weren’t used to laying in an empty bed. Not like this. At the very least, Seungcheol had always been there to fill the space. Or so you thought.

It was almost surreal how fast your entire relationship went crumbling in the span of thirty minutes. Everything from your heart to your stomach felt tight, the nausea you were experiencing only adding to the pain. Despite everything that just happened, you secretly hoped Seungcheol would walk in at any moment.

But he didn’t.

———

They say sleep is a temporary escape from your problems, and luckily for you, you fell asleep in no time, your body exhausted from the stress and crying. You woke up early the next morning, that same unsettling feeling in your stomach still there like a parasite eating away at you. In your daze, you barely heard the opening and closing of the front door, not registering that Seungcheol was home until he was already in the room.

“Hi,” he spoke softly.

“Hi,” you croaked, your voice raspy.

He rounded the corner to your side of the bed, kneeling to get a better look at you. You tried hiding your face under the covers, but he was too fast, catching a glimpse of your swollen eyes. “Did you cry?”

You said nothing, the answer clearly obvious, and even he wondered why that was the first thing he said to you after the events that transpired just hours earlier.

“I have breakfast,” he continued on.

“I don’t want it,” you mumbled. You were still nauseous, fearing that eating anything would just result in you hunched over the toilet. However, Seungcheol misinterpreted your words as you not wanting to do anything with him.

“I’ll give you some space,” he said, standing up. Your hand had never moved faster, grabbing onto his shirt before he got too far. You sat up, wrapped your hands around his waist, and pressed your face into his back.

“Don’t go.”

Seungcheol paused. He didn’t realize two simple words could cause his heart to stop completely. His hands found yours, pulled them apart and off his body. It was as if he was saying, ‘Don’t touch me,’ but soon he was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapping you in his arms.

You found comfort in his touch, gripping onto his shirt as if to say, “I’ll never let you go ever again,” because you wouldn’t. In the short time Seungcheol had left, you couldn’t picture a life without him, without his love, without his cheesy smile that made you giddy and his stupid dad jokes that never failed to make you laugh. A life without Seungcheol just wasn’t a life worth living.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “I don’t know what came over me.” You said nothing, just taking in his warmth and presence. You nestled into his chest, his arms tightening around you.

“We never see each other anymore.”

“I know,” he replied, patting your hair down, love in every movement. “I’m sorry I got mad at you.”

“I’m sorry, too. I should have brought it up sooner.”

“Yeah, you should have,” Seungcheol teased, though a little too soon. You pulled away from him and punched him square in his chest, eliciting a low “oof” from your boyfriend.

“You’re a jackass, you know that?”

“Oh, I know alright. But you know what?”

“What?” He was staring you straight in the eyes now, his glistening in the early morning light, your reflection visible in the darkness of his irises. You would have told him he looked like he had the whole world in his eyes, and he would have told you that he did, that you were his entire world, his whole universe, that you were every star and planet that ever existed.

He didn’t have to explain that to you though, because all it took were three little words: “I love you.”

You smiled, still drained from crying, but anything was better than tears at this point, Seungcheol thought.

“I love you, too,” you replied, placing a gentle kiss on his pretty lips.

“So, breakfast?”

“I don’t want it.”

Oh. So, when you said you didn’t want ‘it,’ you meant breakfast, and not your relationship. Okay, noted.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really, my stomach hurts.”

“Are you sure you’re not hungry?”

“I don’t feel hungry.”

“Do you want me to make you tea?”

“Please,” you told him, pouting so cutely he had to give you another kiss. And another. And one on your right cheek. And one on your left cheek. And another on your forehead until you were giggling from his light touches. “Cheol,” you whined. “Stop.”

“I can’t!” And he didn’t. He kept going and going until finally you threw the blanket off to go make the tea yourself. “Wait, stay in bed. I’ll go make it.” He stood up quickly, leaving the door open so he could make kissy faces at you from the kitchen as he heated up the water and chopped ginger to aid with your stomach ache.

When he returned with the tea in an extra large mug, just as you liked it, he slipped under the covers with you, the side of his bed no longer empty. You brought the cup up to your lips, the steam becoming increasingly warmer with every second that passed. Puckering your lips, you inhaled and exhaled in hopes that it might cool the tea down a little faster, Seungcheol watching your every movement carefully.

He loved you. So much. And from here on out, he would never let you forget it. He would tell you in any and every way he could, whether out loud, on sticky notes, by making you breakfast, or buying you your favorite flowers from time to time. Or all the time. With you, he never felt like he was suffocating. He loved you because you were like a breath of fresh air: every inhale exuberant, every exhale calming. Choosing to love you was as easy as breathing, and you were the oxygen he needed to live on.

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Chapter 2: Batty For You, Now and Forevermore

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ : contains talk of recreational edible use, some adult language, and talk of mental health struggles

If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Most of my stories are not meant for anyone younger than 18. You’ve been warned.

For @multidimensional-wavelength

“Steeeeeve,” Eddie tiredly sing-songed as his head dropped heavily against the arm of the couch, arms resting limply by his side and legs splayed in a lazy v-shape. “I have to get up. I need to make us food, switch the laundry which need I remind you that my uncle’s work clothes are in it, and now that it’s been so long, I have to pee.”

“All of that… sounds like… a you problem,” Steve’s muffled voice came from where he was alternating between soft yet persistent love bites on Eddie’s neck and nibbling on his fiancé’s shirt collar.

They were chest to chest with Steve straddling his partner’s lap. Eddie was shirtless with nothing but his boxer briefs and most tore up skinny jeans (Steve had begged and used his saddest, most heartbreaking kitten in the rain eyes and won) while Steve was in Eddie’s beloved Ride the Lightning Metallica hoodie and a pair of Eddie’s breathable black and purple boxer briefs and baby pink fuzzy aloe socks. While Eddie loved Steve more than he could verbalize or express through actions, he desperately wanted to be able to get up and do things. His ADHD was screaming about the lack of ability to stim or move or really do anything different than what they’d been doing for the past six hours as the edible gummies slowly wore off. It only took 30 mg to take Steve into the clouds for an entire day and whenever he was that high, he tended to be as clingy as a baby bat with no wing strength whatsoever and no ability to fend for itself. Eddie meanwhile required 60 mg just to get a partial haze that left him capable of doing everything like normal. It took at least 100 mg to get anywhere near Steve’s level of out of it and mellow.

“Well that last one is about to be your problem too if you don’t let me up,” Eddie nonchalantly threatened in a light tone as he stared up at the ceiling.

“No, still… a you problem,” Steve disagreed, pausing in his latest live bite that was nearly a black and blue mark from his repeated use of the same spot to kiss Eddie’s stubbled jaw line.

“Honey, I love you…”

“But?”

“I will pee on you,” Eddie bluntly threatened.

“Gross, Ebby!” Steve groaned, losing his desire to continue his gentle marks at the thought of being covered in urine. “You’re gonna ruin my parents’ couch!”

“Our couch,” Eddie corrected, knowing Steve was still struggling to believe the house was really theirs.

It was hard to grasp after all the fights with the elder Harringtons about Steve being attracted to men and marrying Eddie of all people- his parents’ words, not theirs. After a year of not speaking to them and camping out in Uncle Wayne’s trailer, Mrs. Harrington broke and forced her husband to man up so they could keep a relationship with their only remaining child. Since they were never home anyway, part of their wedding gifts to the couple was the deed to the house being put in Steve’s name (he had to keep the Harrington last name, but his parents met him halfway and let it be hyphenated despite Steve refusing to answer to anything less than Steve Munson or Mr. Munson). Steve had actually shown promise in architectural design as well as interior design so his parents paid for his schooling in addition to obscenely large checks on his birthday and Christmas- his mom even started giving smaller amounts to Eddie on holidays as her way of welcoming him to the family (let’s face it, everyone knew the Harrington’s actually had more money than they knew what to do with).

“Either way!” Steve grumbled in a pout. “Don’t ruin the couch.”

“I will gladly ruin the couch if you don’t let me up, you little brat,” Eddie grouchily shot back, feeling the ache in his bladder building steadily. “As gross as it would be to pee my own pants, I will happily do it if it will teach you a lesson.”

“Why are you so mean to me?” Steve whined, eyes gathering tears from being overly sensitive- more than normal.

“Mean to you?!” Eddie breathlessly chuckled. “You’re the one who won’t let me up!”

“I’m not stopping you,” Steve huffed, holding on tight. “You could get up, but you’d have to take me with you.”

“Oh, do I now?” Eddie challenged chuckling at how spaced out and slurred each word was. Steve was definitely about to fall asleep from it. He bit his lip as he slowly brought his hands up and lightly wiggled his fingers over Steve’s waist to get a reaction.

“Leave me alone, I’m high!” Steve laughed though he started crying in the middle of the tickles that were attacking him. “So mean!”

“Aww is Baby Bat mad?!” Eddie teased, laughing hysterically as Steve squirmed but tried desperately to hang on.

“Yes! ‘M ang’y!” Steve slurred as he attempted to glare at his future husband. The effect was ruined by his eyes refusing to stay open so he just looked like he was having a really frustrating dream. “‘M not a bat!”

“Oh? All you’ve eaten today is the fruit I coaxed you to eat during breakfast and all you’ve done is cling to me like a baby bat that couldn’t possibly be on its own,” Eddie recapped. “Ergo, you’re a baby fruit bat.”

“Then you’re a bat too,” Steve pointed out, a huge grin overtaking his face. “Or a tree… Ya know since you’ve been… rooted in place.”

“That’s it, get off!” Eddie abruptly insisted as he rolled his eyes at his air headed fiance’s idea of a joke. “I will not be pinned down and forced to endure whatever pun or dad joke that you insist on slurring out while under the influence.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna leaf you alone,” Steve giggled as he rested his head on Eddie’s chest.

“I want a divorce,” Eddie groaned.

“We’re not even married yet,” Steve pointed out. “Besides, that’s absolutely batty. Get it?”

“Steven Munson,” Eddie drawled out in a warning tone. “One more pun. One. More. Pun. See what happens.”

“Aww, c’mon, Ebby, they’re not that bat,” Steve snorted, falling into a fit of hysterical laughter.

Eddie stayed silent as he pondered how his life came to this. He realized he really should’ve expected this from Steve. His boyfriend was like this while sober, but somehow it got worse?!

“Did ya get it? Ya know, cause we were talking’ about bats,” Steve explained as he nuzzled closer while Eddie’s eye twitched. “And bat kinda sounds like bad… Ebby?”

Still silent.

“Ebby?”

Eddie took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Don’t leave me hangin, Ebby,” Steve snickered, resting his chin on Eddie’s sternum and watching his partner’s face.

Without any warning, Eddie launched into an upright position that left Steve falling onto his back on the sectional couch, stunned. The musician booked it for the bathroom while his lover was still trying to catch up to the events that just played out since the edible made it feel like no time and an hour were simultaneously happening with every blink. Eddie sighed a breath of relief after locking the door and unzipping his pants. Finally able to relieve himself, he planned his next moves. He’d sprint upstairs and switch the laundry, then he’d throw the frozen lasagna they’d been meaning to eat into the oven, maybe make some coffee if Steve was still mostly hazy and ready to come down, and then they could watch a horror movie since Steve would be too out of it to actually be scared or triggered. To Eddie, it seemed like a great plan. He finished up and washed his hands after flushing. As he braced himself to sprint in case Steve had decided to sit outside the door (he did that sometimes when the separation anxiety got to be too much), he unlocked the door and took a deep breath. He knew he could clear the jump if he had to dodge his partner but he hoped it wouldn’t be necessary since there was the one time he tried while severely high and ended up almost breaking the prep’s nose when his knee collided with the brunette’s face.

Eddie yanked the door open and was surprised and just the tiniest bit concerned when Steve wasn’t sitting there waiting for him. He tiptoed towards the living room and stopped when he didn’t see his lover on the couch either. The musician made his way upstairs towards the laundry closet with the same amount of trepidation that deer crept through the forest during hunting season. He attempted to shrug it off, assuming Steve was just sleepy and trying to nap off the last of the edible, as he moved the clothes from the washer to the dryer and started a new load in the washer. He’d be able to bring his uncle’s work clothes in the morning after dropping Steve off for his courses and wait for the repair person that was coming by the trailer to fix the elder Munson’s washer. With the laundry sorted, he went to start the lasagna, still treading carefully so as not to startle or otherwise disturb his boyfriend. Once the lasagna was in, he grabbed some blankets and pillows to cozy up the sectional in the living room, pulling the large multifunctional storage ottoman closer to the edge of the couch. With everything in place, he went upstairs to the master bedroom. Approaching the very dimly lit bed, he went to pull the blanket down only to find that Steve wasn’t there.

“Oh shit…” Eddie breathed, heart racing as he tried to mentally list all the places to check.

He started with the bedroom that was converted to his practice space, but even the closet was devoid of any sign that Steve had recently been there. He went to search the bedrooms that had been made up for Dustin and Max, but neither looked to be any different from the last time the kids had stayed over though Dustin’s stuffed frog from Build-A-Bear was missing and Max’s stuffed werewolf from the same store was also missing. He checked the guest room, though was unsurprised that Steve hadn’t gone into the room reserved for his parents’ visits. He checked the bathrooms, closets, finished basement, and the garage. None of them harbored a tousled brunette with fuzzy socks and a stolen hoodie. Needing a breather to recollect himself, Eddie stepped out to the front porch for a cigarette. Slowly but surely he was kicking the habit because it did in fact make Steve cry since lung cancer killed his favorite grandparents on his mother’s side. It wasn’t until the cancer stick was nearly spent that he noticed the door to his van wasn’t properly closed- not wide open or anything crazy, but definitely not closed and locked.

“That is not a proper way to sit, young lady,” Eddie tsked as he stomped out the cigarette butt before approaching to fix the door. “We do not leave our legs open to just anyone that passes by, Madam. We’ve talked about this.”

It wasn’t until his hand was reaching for the door handle that he heard an all too familiar sound. He pulled the doors open to find Steve buried in musty blankets and nearly useless pillows with Dustin’s Frog and Max’s Werewolf plushies poking out near his face. To say the Dungeon Master was confused was an understatement. He didn’t know why Steve would go to such lengths just to take a nap, even while high. He never usually grabbed the kids’ plushes unless he was-

“Some husband I am,” Eddie winced as he realized Steve probably thought he was all alone again. The man had abandonment issues and struggled to understand emotional object permanence- he didn’t believe that someone still loved him unless it was visible and verbal and required a lot of reassurance. He slipped into the van and lounged alongside his softly sniffling partner. “Hey, Baby Bat… I think your sonar is a little broken.”

“Ebby…?” Steve shuddered through a shaky breath.

“Are we having a hard time echolocating, Baby Bat?” Eddie hummed, reaching out and petting his partner’s messed up locks. “I don’t think your little sound waves bounced off the right places. I did exactly what I told you I would. I peed, I changed the laundry over, and I started dinner…”

“Not gone…?” Steve whispered.

“No wonder you couldn’t find me! With sounds that quiet, there was no chance!” Eddie affectionately teased. “But I guess you did tell me that you were my Baby Bat, huh? Daddy Bats should carry their babies, shouldn’t they?”

“‘M not a baby bat,” Steve argued, but there was no volume or heat to it. “Not a Daddy Bat… ‘s too much…”

“No, I guess not and I understand it’s too much. But you are my little Fruit Bat, huh?” Eddie softly smirked. “Are you okay, Honey Bat?”

Steve shook his head, bottom lip threatening to poke out in a distressed pout.

“How about we take it nice and slow tonight, yeah?” Eddie suggested. “You wanna watch Corpse Bride and cuddle? Then tomorrow, I’ll see if I can round the kids up for a long, long sleepover, yeah?”

“All eight?” Steve quietly pressed with big, sad doe eyes that were definitely dilated.

“Now, now, Little Bat, you know Suzie is back with her family right now and Erica already has plans with her friends, but I’m sure I can convince the remaining six to come over,” Eddie gently redirected. “Will, Lucas, and Mike can stay in Dusty’s room with him and Max can have Jane in her room. Though I’m sure we’ll end up using the pull out bed or having some crash in our room. If that happens, you need to make sure all our stuff is put up. I don’t want a repeat of the paddle debacle.”

“I p’omise,” Steve sniffled, watching his partner’s face for approval that he immediately received.

“Does my Fruit Bat need a ride? Did you tire out those little wings?” Eddie offered, slowly stripping away the layers of blankets and pillows. Steve simply nodded once he was completely freed. “Hop on then.”

Eddie sat up and presented his back for Steve to climb onto. The slightly shorter boy did exactly that while making sure to bring his kids’ plushes with them. The musician made sure to securely close the van doors before making his way inside and setting his fiance on the couch.

“Where are you going?!” Steve’s voice cracked as his anxiety flared like a dying ember finding an untouched piece of kindling.

“There’s those sound waves,” Eddie playfully commented, caressing Steve’s jawline. “I set you down so that I can pick you up properly since I need at least one hand to pull dinner out of the oven.”

“Oh,” was all the blushing brunette responded with as he fiddled with the sleeves of the borrowed hoodie.

“C’mere, Honey Bat,” Eddie hummed, lifting his partner to straddle his waist before heading to the kitchen. “I thought we could enjoy some lasagna. Especially since I don’t know how long even a frozen lasagna keeps for.”

“‘M hungry,” Steve sleepily proclaimed as he let himself practically collapse against his partner. “And tired. Is it supposed to hit like this? Ya know all…”

There was a long pause before Eddie bit his lip as he fought off a laugh, “Were you gonna finish that thought or should I start guessing?”

“I know you know what I wanted to say,” Steve grumped, not feeling up to the challenge of trying to describe the effects of the edible.

“I do know what you mean,” Eddie admitted, grabbing an oven mitt and unceremoniously throwing open the oven door. He knelt down and rested Steve’s butt on the thigh furthest from the oven as he hefted the lasagna from the rack to the stovetop. “I also just find it funny and adorable how little it takes to get you this dazed and confused.”

“Rude!” Steve accused, playfully slapping his boyfriend’s chest though it felt more like a light tap since Steve, despite being very capable of throwing a punch and defending the people he lives, actually hates fighting or hurting others, even playfully. “Ebby~”

“Yes, my Nocturnal Hunter ,” Eddie patiently answered as he closed the oven and surprised his partner with how easily he got back to his feet. For a split second the dungeon master saw the former jock’s eyes fly open and dilate with excitement as a sharp, lustful breath drew in and blew out. He smirked at the reaction he earned.

“Wanna get matching tattoos,” Steve blushed, tracing one of his favorites on Eddie’s chest.

“And just what would those be?” Eddie hesitated, uncertain of whether they would agree on a design they could both live with.

Steve mumbled something into the side of his fiance's neck.

“You gotta speak up, Little Fruit Bat,” Eddie corrected, lifting Steve’s head up and over so they could bump foreheads.

Steve bit his lower lip before audibly answering, “A couple fruit bats… maybe on our hands so when we hold hands they’re together or just have the same one in the same spot…”

“I think that’s adorable and I would love to match those with you,” Eddie submitted with a goofy grin as he shifted the angle so their lips met in a soft chaste kiss. “I’ll see if I can find out what shop my usual artist is at and when we can get in.”

“Thank you,” Steve murmured around another kiss.

With that, they refocused on plating some lasagna and curling up in the living room to watch Corpse Bride. The frog and werewolf sat on the couch nearby and Eddie had to remind his boyfriend of the torture Max would put them through if he, in his edible stupor, tried to eat lasagna as a finger food (he was having trouble concentrating enough to use a fork) with her favorite plush in his lap.

“Do NOT,” Eddie reprimanded, moving the critters further away. “I am not saving you from that firecracker’s wrath if you ruin the stuffed animal we put her brother’s ashes in!”

“Fine, fine!” Steve huffed though it quickly turned into a chuckle. “It’s still funny to think he’s in that thing… Like if ghosts are as real as half the stuff we’ve gone toe to toe with, then he could be haunting this place and having to watch all this.”

“Which means he sees the bullet he dodged when it came to your clingy ass,” Eddie joked with a hysterical laugh at the look of offense on his lover’s face. “Billy would’ve killed you and put your ashes in that damn frog for Dustin and then told him good luck with your dad’s ghost!”

“RUDE!” Steve whined. “You can’t be mean to me, I'm high right now!”

“Stevie Bat, mean is our love language,” Eddie reminded his partner with a kiss on his forehead. “If we don’t bully each other, do we really care?”

“I do! I don’t bully you!” Steve argued, licking the sauce from his thumb.

“You do pick on me! You steal my stuff all the time,” Eddie pointed out.

“You steal mine too! That’s our love language,” Steve shot back. They let the conversation die as they approached the scene with the song “Remains of the Day,” which was one of Steve’s favorite songs from the film.

“Would you die to be with me if I were Emily or would you choose to stay in the living world with your Victoria over me?” Steve softly questioned as the song came to a close. His lasagna was mostly gone but he still nibbled on a piece of noodle that had been left behind.

“First off, who’s my Victoria in this because if it's Hargrove, then I’m drinking that death potion in an instant,” Eddie teased, remembering how surprisingly at odds they were with each other despite having so many things in common.

“Chrissy…” Steve just barely spoke up enough to be heard. “Would you just set me free and be with her or would you still want me…?”

Eddie didn’t like the turn this conversation took. He loved Steve and always would, that was certain. Chrissy… Chrissy was complicated. He did think he loved her and he definitely cared about her even if it wasn’t a romantic love. They never really got the chance to explore it either way. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if Chrissy would have been as perfect for him as Steve was or better or worse even.

“It’s okay, I know,” Steve sadly smiled at his lap as he wiped his hands with the paper towel and set his dishes on the side table before curling up and watching the story of Victor and Emily play out as he escaped to the real world to tell his true love Victoria what had become of him and how he desperately wanted to be with her but had accidentally been betrothed to a bride of the afterlife.

“I don’t think you do,” Eddie sighed, realizing the edible was starting to tap into Steve’s depression. “Chrissy… Chrissy was a special person. But I don’t think she could ever be for me what you are… Like, I could never imagine convincing her to have a quickie in my van outside the school during lunch, to spend a bunch of time mentoring the little nightmare brats that we affectionately call our kids, and she could never really understand me the way you do. Sure, she’s also been through rough stuff, but when you can trauma bond the way we do? It means so much more to not have to sit there and vividly relive it as you try to explain in detail what happened and why is was so hard on you… it’s the relief that you can start to reference that traumatic thing and be able to have someone just get it and have ideas of how to cope or even get better… I’m grateful for her friendship and I was open to our polycule with Billy, but ask me what my perfect relationship is.”

“What is that?” Steve listlessly questioned, certain that his future husband would backtrack at any moment and tell it like it is.

“You. Someone who can be so strong and protective, even when it comes to his sadomasochistic edge lord and nerd extraordinaire of a partner, but still be so vulnerable and trusting of that partner even shit gets scary and uncertain,” Eddie described. “My perfect partner is a hair obsessed, scar tattooed, former jock that can be as metal as Ozzy Osborne and as tender and loving as Joyce Byers and Karen Wheeler entwined in one pseudo dad of six to eight little nerdlings that love to give him a hard time whenever they’re not cuddled up to him like he’s the most important thing in their world.”

“It’s not nice to lie, Munson,” Steve responded, roughly wiping the stray tears away.

“Then stop lying to yourself about what we are,” Eddie coyly shot back. “You’re a Munson whether you like it or not so that was aimed at you. Stop lying to yourself about what I want and whether I’m leaving. Stop putting yourself through that.”

“Eddie-”

“I know it’s not that easy as to just stop, but it’s easy to slowly let someone else help you stop by trusting their intent as much as what happens or is said in the moment,” Eddie cut him off, setting his empty plate aside. “Start believing that my intent is to stay, start accepting that Billy’s intent was to stay. Terrible things have happened, but I’m still here and he would’ve been here too if he had thought there was a better way to protect everyone and still save himself from a life as a puppet. I know what it’s like to be under that thing’s spell and so does Will and Billy did too, but he didn’t have time to find an out like Will and I did. If we leave, it’s not by choice and it will be with a fight.”

“I want to trust your intent so badly,” Steve softly confessed. “I really do, but…”

“People lie about everything all the time, yeah?” Eddie guessed. “Well, I guess we’ll spend the rest of our days proving to each other that the intent hasn’t changed.”

“We could run away and build a house,” Steve softly sang (Mates by McCafferty).

“And fix it up,” Eddie responded.

“And make it ours.”

“When the roof cracks,” Eddie continued, prompting his future husband to really think about the lyrics with both hands holding his face.

“We’ll fix it,” Steve added, eyes full of unshed tears as he struggled to reframe things in his mind.

“When the pipes rust…”

“We’ll change ‘em.”

“When your heart’s old and it stops,” Eddie prompted, feeling his own eyes burn at the memory of the conversation they’d had a while back about what would happen if one of them left the other behind. Eddie would try to stick it out for the kids but he admitted there would be a tipping point where he’d have to let go and join Steve if the prep died first. Steve confessed the same.

“Mine will stop,” Steve sniffles around a hard swallow of his emotions as he put his hands over Eddie’s to hold them to his face.

“Mine will stop,” Eddie returned before applying gentle pressure to make sure Steve sang with him now, which he did.

They sang, “When your hands are old and grey, can I hold you everyday? Can I tell you how I feel for the very last time…?”

“I love you, Steve Munson,” Eddie murmured as he softly butt heads with his soon to be husband.

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” Steve breathed, closing his eyes and just soaking in the moment.

“Now and Forevermore, Baby Bat,” Eddie grinned with a sniffle as he mirrored his lover.

“Always Together, Daddy Bat,” Steve huffed out a chuckle.

In the background, they heard the ceremony for Victor and Emily as they performed the vows. The puzzle piece pair recited them along with the characters.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

With the last line, Eddie slid one of his favorite rings off his finger and placed it on Steve’s ring finger. It was a perfect fit for a perfectly odd pair.

#fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things #alternate universe #steve harrington #writing inspiration #eddie munson #au #steddie #steve and eddie

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fandom-necromancer · 3 years ago

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Muted love

This was prompted by a wonderful anon and inspired by Fanti’s talk about a baggingshield fic. I really enjoyed writing this, but you all already know that I’m a sucker for soulmate AUs.

Fandom: Detroit become human Ship: Reed900 AU: Heartsong Soulmate AU Warnings: None

Every time Nines had entered stasis and found himself in the Zen-garden, he was welcomed by the most wonderful song. It was a man singing, the same one every time. The songs changed, sometimes they were heavy tones full of emotion, songs about heartbreak and loneliness. Sometimes the song was fast and powerful, lyrics of change and reformation, or resistance about an unknown force. Sometimes they were just hummed melodies and sometimes just few stanzas of different songs. Each of them was beautiful on its own and Nines had always looked forward to hearing it. Even as a machine back at Cyberlife, being tested on and then forgotten, he had always liked the music in his zen garden.

It was only after he was rescued and set free, that he had learned about heartsongs. That people destined for each other heard the partner sing just before they fell asleep. That tiny moment where you weren’t awake but hadn’t fallen asleep yet when souls connected, and the other’s songs filled the silence. Apparently in androids it was the zen garden. And the man Nines had heard all these times was his soulmate. He only had to hear his voice again and he would know. Immediately afterwards he had spent his hours at New Jericho in the lobby, listening for that beautiful voice. And later he had listened in parks, malls, at coffee-shops when he got desperate. It could be a human too, after all. Not that it would be easy then. He really hoped it would turn out to be an android.

Gavin on the other hand seemed to be cursed in more than one way. Not only had he never once heard a single song, a single melody when he fell asleep, no, he was tormented with a terrible tinnitus. It was a stark piercing sound, high-pitched and painful like fingernails on blackboards. Adding to that was a terrible crawling sensation as if the visual static of a TV screen had been made audible and transmitted directly to his brain. In childhood he had been spared. He had never heard a song, but the fact that he didn’t have a soulmate wasn’t that hard to bear as the sound starting a few years back. It woke him every time he had just fallen asleep and kept him from rest. It made a headache linger for hours if exhaustion did take him for once.

It made working late easier, he supposed. He didn’t get much sleep anyways, so he could as well spend his time productively. It also made him easy to irritate, angry and moody, but he hadn’t had many friends to begin with here. He had always thrown himself into work too much, had staid too long to ever go out drinking and any bright light brought the headache back, so he liked to spend his weekends inside. Well, he was destined to be alone, so maybe getting used to it early wasn’t too bad.

The more it surprised him when Fowler had told him he was going to get a partner. Having pushed every single one of them away with his attitude before, he hadn’t expected Fowler to try it again. Or maybe the fact that his latest case had ended badly was now rewarded with the perfect android officer at his side to make his life living hell. At least it looked that way, as Gavin entered the office and stood next to a tower of a machine looking at him intensely, likely scanning every pore and imperfection to exploit. Nines did study the human he was to work with intently. He was a bit shorter, built with strong muscle and a case record that was more than impressive. But Nines believed it: the man had the scars to prove it. A large gash across his nose, a few cuts across his hands, some fresh and of feline origin, some old and showed the man knew pain like an old friend.

The detective had managed to look down on him, even from his unfortunate position and had since then ignored him in favour of yelling at the Captain, who argued in his favour every single time and reminded the man it was an order. Not that it really helped. The only time the man really looked at him was when he had settled down a bit and the Captain had actually introduced him. The moment he had Gavin’s full attention though was when Fowler told him he was mute. And that moment Nines wished the man was still ignoring him. Because he started to laugh. He laughed as if someone had told the best joke in the history of humour. He wiped away his tears and grinned at Nines, then turned back to the Captain. ‘Fowler, come on, even I have to say that’s not fair. You’re giving me a partner who can’t defend himself. This will be fun.’

It really wasn’t. In the very beginning, Nines had had hope. Gavin’s voice was so very much like the voice of the song in his garden. It had sounded so similar, but Nines had been quick to dismiss it. No, Gavin’s words were sharp, his voice harsh and wielded like a weapon. Each of his words were designed to hurt, his tone tensed and stiff and bare of any other emotion but hatred. Every second word was a curse and all of them were against him.

The voice of the song had been gentle, free and unstressed. It had never been louder than the melody asked for and it had seemed… it had been peaceful. No, he couldn’t even imagine this voice to ever stand against him and leave him defenceless in his vulnerable silence. It just couldn’t be this was the same person. It just couldn’t.

Over time it got a little better. Nines had learned when to ignore the human and when to engage in his fights. And Gavin seemed to have accept he was stuck with him for the time being and his vigour had toned down a bit. They could work together after a while. Gavin being the one to talk and interview suspects, talk to families and Nines the silent watcher, analysing every motion on their face and every little detail around them. When back at the station, he send Gavin everything he had collected while they were out and Gavin shared with him how he felt about it. His intuition surprisingly often proved to be trustworthy. Nines gradually started to like working with the man and Gavin had gotten used to him so much, he had long since realised how much he relied on him. It was a mutual dependence that later turned into friendship.

Because staying with Gavin on the job, even with others asking him if he wanted to be theirs had raised questions. Because his loyalty to Gavin soon became defending him when the comments of others were uncalled for. Because he had learned why the Detective was so bad tempered. Because he once had learned that where he had the reassurance that there was someone out there for him, Gavin had a gaping hole with nothing to fill it but sleepless nights and headaches. Because Gavin had confided in him when he had fallen asleep on his desk after a long day and before Nines could drape his jacket over him had jumped up with a pained expression.

Because Gavin wasn’t the bad person, he had thought him to be in the very beginning.

‘What is it tin-can?’ Nines looked over questioningly and Gavin pointed at his own face. ‘You looked like you just got some raunchy pop-ups in your mind. What happened?’ The android rolled his eyes and put his hand on Gavin’s monitor to interface. The human read what was appearing on his desk. ‘What? Oh, no, not again. Do we have to go?’ Nines just nodded, just as eager to get his clothes dirty and revisit that horrible place. They were called to help with a search in the landfill just outside Detroit. Apparently, they had finally cracked the code on an old case. The killer had been apprehended, but the bodies, human and android alike, had never been found. Now every sign pointed towards the landfill. What meant wading in decomposing matter, scrap and plastic as well as facing the soulless husks of androids thrown out before the revolution that couldn’t be saved. It would be a long, exhausting day, taking a physical and mental toll on both of them.

They had been all but two hours in the landfill and an end was not in sight. The endless hills of trash could as well have been a law-free zone. Any crime out here or any evidence dumped here was unlikely to even be found and by the time it was, decay and filth had made it impossible to analyse. After all these years, even finding the bodies wouldn’t give the families any comfort, as they had to be far from identifiable by now.

But still they searched on. Wading through brown sludge and climbing over metal and plastic. More than once Gavin stumbled, and Nines caught him before he could fall. The thank you he received maybe had been the first honest word Gavin had spoken to him.

But it was just exhaustion speaking, he supposed. It was cold out here and the wind was harsh, not held back by buildings or trees. The slush had long since soaked into their trousers, shoes and socks and the breeze didn’t help keeping the cold at bay. Gavin had become even tenser and stiffer than the lack of sleep and proper rest had made his regular.

And in the end, it was for nothing. Half the DPD and even some SWAT had been out all day to search the place, but they had only covered a fraction of it and had found nothing when they had finally called it a day. Nines helped Gavin back onto solid ground and saw the man shaking there, eyes already half closed. So, when he fumbled for the key and wanted to open the car, Nines gently placed his hand on his and took the key. ‘Y’know what? Not even gonna argue this time.’ Nines smirked and got in the driver’s seat. Gavin was watching the city pass by and Nines was sure he would have fallen asleep right then and there if there hadn’t been the fear of doing so. For the first time, Nines wished their soulmates were reversed. Have Gavin get this man with the beautiful, kind voice that had sung of love and romance lately. He definitely needed someone to stay with him and to make him happy in a life that only knew isolation and pain. Nines however, wasn’t so sure he needed that. He would like to have it, of course. But when he saw Gavin, he would rather not me another person to leave him behind and then be happy once he was gone. He sighed a piping tone he aborted as soon as it left his lips.

Gavin looked up. ‘Wait, this is not the way to the precinct.’ Nines nodded and placed his hand on the car’s GPS. ‘My place? But what’s with Fowler-‘ Nines interrupted him by placing his hand in front of him and wave it off. ‘You already told him?’ Nines nodded again. ‘Oh, you are a phcking lifesaver, tin-can. I think today I will sleep like a phcking baby, even with my curse.’ Nines sincerely hoped so.

He parked the car and watched Gavin stumble out. ‘Hey, what’s with you? You coming?’ Nines cocked his head. ‘Come on, you are dirty too, right? You can clean up at my place and crash for the night. We have to be at the precinct tomorrow morning anyways so what does it matter?’ Feeling too much like invading personal space, Nines was about to decline, but every argument against it would mean more time between now and Gavin sleeping. So he nodded in defeat.

They walked up what felt like endless stairs and reached a flat on the highest level, directly underneath the roof. Two cats greeted them at the door and were immediately snuggled and released to get some food. ‘Okay, tin-can, I will take a long, hot shower. You can clean your stuff in the sink if you want, but I would start a machine anyways afterwards. You can look in my bedroom for some clothes, I think I still have some of an old ex I never threw out. Just feel at home, I’ll join you later.

Nines nodded and watched the cats sniffing at his stained trouser legs. Once Gavin was in the bathroom, Nines got out of his trousers, shoes and socks and let them soak in the sink. He indeed found some clothes that fit him, at least in size, if not in style. Walking back to the kitchen to scrub his clothes at least superficially.

He froze when he heard singing.

He stood in front of the bathroom door and just listened. There was the freedom this voice usually lacked. There was the melody, the emotion, the kindness. There was the utter relief of finally getting to relax Nines had always suspected but could never proof as he didn’t know his soulmate’s life. The harshness was gone, but now he wondered if it hadn’t left this voice long ago. When the curses had become nicknames. And he had never even realised, being sure in his assessment that this man could never be his soulmate. He stood there lost in thoughts and listened to Gavin sing, something so familiar the scene seemed alien to him. As if he was dreaming this up, except that he couldn’t dream. Except that this was real.

He was ripped from his thoughts as the door opened and Gavin, draped in only a towel startled at seeing Nines standing in the doorway. ‘Nines, what the phck-‘ But the android could only fall forwards and encase the man in a tight hug. His arms pressed against heated skin, damp from the shower and the steam hanging in the air. His fingers touched heavily knotted muscle that despite it all was as relaxed as it could be. So that’s what he had heard. Gavin celebrating the end of the day with a shower, the only way he could relax as sleep brought no rest to him. Because all he heard in that world between sleep and wakefulness was… Nines would have cried if he could, thinking he was the one causing Gavin pain, days of migraine and a lonely life.

‘Nines, what the phck are you-‘ Nines opened his mouth and spoke. Out came no words, just static and piercing noise that made the cats bolt, even if it was quiet in volume. Gavin tensed in his arms and Nines stopped immediately to let him go.

‘Wha- Nines, what… That’s you? All this time, that was your voice?’ Nines looked to the ground, guilt washing over him. He had never thought his inability to speak was anything bad, just something different. But this. ‘Nines, I… I can’t believe it.’ He wanted to speak now, for the first time. To tell him he was sorry for everything he had done and hadn’t known. ‘I have a soulmate!’ The happiness in Gavin’s call made Nines look up. ‘I have a phcking Soulmate! I’m not destined to be alone? I… I can’t believe it, Nines! And it’s you! What are the odds. I have thought of asking you out a few times, but didn’t want to make it awkward, you know? In case you had one.’ In a heartbeat his smile faltered. ‘Wait, you do have one, right? Am I your soulmate? Or was it someone el-‘ Nines shook his head and pointed at Gavin. ‘I’m your soulmate?’ Nines nodded. ‘Why have you never said something?’ Nines just answered by hugging him again and burying his head in his shoulder. Gavin answered with the one hand that wasn’t holding the towel. ‘You never knew because all I ever did was curse at you’, Gavin realised quietly. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-‘ Nines silenced him by pressing him closer. Don’t be sorry, he wanted to say. This is more than I ever wished for. ‘I still can’t believe it’, Gavin hummed. ‘I will have to sleep this one over. If I can.’

Nines let him go and nodded, smiling gently. He opened his hull and took out his voice-box, putting it on the table close by. Then he grinned once again and pointed to the bedroom. ‘It is this easy?’, Gavin asked speechless, looking to the part on the table. Nines shrugged, not sure if this would work himself. ‘Right. But worth a try, you are right.’ The smile on his face was faint but broadened quickly. ‘Good night, soulmate.’ Nines nodded, formed thumb and index finger to a circle and moved his hand from his other fist upwards in a half circle, flexing and unflexing his palm and flashing his fingers with a smile. ‘I have no idea what that meant, but to you too.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #dbh soulmate au #dbh heartsongs #I love this concept so much #but also poor Gavin once again #Nines says soulmate in the end in asl I hope I described it well enough likely not #mute!Nines #mute nines #it's my soft spot okay I'm allowed to take his voice

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years ago

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Listen I know this idea is really dumb but I personally like it.

In the human au with the clans and the gangs, Quinn was mentioned but let’s also make him a leader of a gang. But they’re nothing like the other gangs. Now this is where it gets crazy. Quinn and Angel are related BUT sibling rivalry.

Angel is nothing like the other leader, they’re kind and welcoming unless you get under their skin no one would suspect they would be siblings.

The clans/gangs are all together to track quinn, everyone’s going crazy because they can’t find any tracks of him and someone asks “Who exactly is this guy?”

And Angel responds with “My brother.”

THIS IS REALLY STUPID BUT IT JUST CAME INTO MY MIND AND I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE

OK, I need you to understand something, Anon. There's absolutely no stupid idea in this house! You're valid so whatever you come up with is also valid! So I'm very happy that you want to share it with us!

Also, if it helps, I have this one stupid domestic bliss/shenanigans scenario that while Angel is working at home in their study room, they were arranging some folders and binders. They bought a new glue but the cap was jam stuck. Or so they thought. Long story short, Angel tried to yank the cap out by biting and pulling, but they accidentally squeezes the bottle and a bit of the glue got into the mouth.

Panicked, they ran out of the room to where David is. This man immediately went became scared at the terrified expression on his Mate's face.

"Angel? Talk to me, did something happen? Are you alright?"

"I accidentally ate some glue, Davey!"

"..."

"We need to go to the hospital now! O-Or the ambulance! Should we call them instead!?"

David stares helplessly at his Mate. Never before had David struggled to process so many different emotions under five seconds.

So yeah! That was my dumb idea, Anon!

But anyway, let's get back to the Solaire Clan Human AU!

Dude, dude, Anon, Anon - Angel and Quinn as siblings is INSANE! I FUCKING LOVE IT! CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW THAT'S GONNA BE LIKE IN THE CANON STORYLINE!? THE POTENTIALS! THE HEARTBREAK THAT ANGEL WILL SUFFERS DURING A PACK MEETING WHEN DARLING AND DAVID ANNOUNCE THAT IT'S THEIR OLDER BROTHER WHO NOT ONLY HAD INJURED DARLING BUT ALSO RUINED SO MANY LIVES!?

It needs some fine-tuning though, because according to Sam:

"I know you want to take him down. But if you fly off the handle like that in front of him, you’re not gonna last two seconds. He’s not some Newblood with a bad attitude, he’s experienced. That’s the info I was calling to tell you about.

My clan leader, William, did some digging, asked around. Quinn’s pushing fifty, and he was turned by old blood. He’s nothing to fuck with. If you aren’t more careful you aren’t even gonna get close to him."

So the age thing is an issue but I'm getting sidetracked again.

In this AU, the only thing that Quinn and Angel shares as siblings is their love for chaos. But unlike Angel whose chaos is harmless and borderline silly, Quinn's idea of a good time always involve injuries some form of distractions.

So when word spread of Quinn's latest stunt after Angel and David got together, Angel would have no choice but to come forward and confess that he's their brother.

Angel would also volunteer to help Darling get away from him.

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #headcanons #solaire clan human au #angel (listener)#quinn

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adam-dumortains · 4 years ago

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Heaven In Hiding - Bryce x MC | Part I

Book/Pairing(s): MC x Bryce

Word Count: Part I - 1196 words (oops)

Rating: 18+ due to swearing and mature scenes in later chapters of the fanfic.

Summary: This fanfic is based on the imagined scene after Bryce asks MC to leave separately in the latest open heart: Third Year Chapter.

Category: Mini series, somewhat angst but also fluff later on!

Warnings / Trope: Swearing, mature scenes

Since there are rumours that Bryce’s chapter this week wasn’t plot related and people are disappointed (including me!) I’m gonna do a small dabble in what I would follow up with that scene and the aftermath of how Bryce was so it makes some sort of sense. I haven’t written in a while as I’ve been super busy so I’m nervous to post this but anyway! Also excuse the gif quality, I like using them to set the scene but it came out a bit blurry. They’ll be posted everyday over the next week. :) Hope you enjoy! ❤️ let me know if you wanna be tagged!

After two years of chasing each other, whispers from friends and stolen moments, Casey Valentine can feel herself falling for Bryce Lahela. Casey is waiting for Bryce to tell her how he feels but after an intimate escape to the garden roof, Casey realises what and who she wants most in the world may hurt her more than anything else.

Song: Strange Love - Halsey | Everybody wants to know about how it felt to hear you scream. They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak. We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night but the ending is the same every damn time.

Casey felt as though there was a lump in her throat and had that awful sinking feeling in her stomach when the words, “we wouldn’t want anyone to see us would we?” left Bryce’s lips. They had been certainly more than friends for the past two years of their residency. Casey knew the moment she saw Bryce and his stupid smirk that she wouldn’t be able to resist him. His confidence and the way he was able to make her pulse race with just his words was intoxicating. But ever since she had been let into his life a little, meeting his sister and listening to him vent about his parents, she realised that Bryce often used his confidence as a shield to hide his vulnerability. Which only made her fall for him even more. After the events that took place at the hospital where she almost died, she really thought that she could be in love with Bryce Lahela. She was falling in love with the surgeon with the best hands and the sexiest smirk. She wondered if Bryce had felt the same, but knowing that he had some walls up, she thought it would be best to let Bryce express his feelings when he was ready. She was sure he would, soon enough.

That all changed the moments those words left his lips. Casey stared at him, her eyes searching for something. She wasn’t sure what, a look of love? Affection? Something. Anything. But Bryce was stiff. He looked at her, a look in his eyes that she had never seen before and couldn’t quite work out. It was like the Bryce she knew and cared for wasn’t in the room. Like the man in front of her was a shell.

“Uh, I’ll go first.” Bryce awkwardly blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. Casey scoffed.

“No. It’s fine. I’ll go.” Casey shook her head and pushed herself past Bryce, slamming the door on her way out.

—

Bryce knew he had fucked up. He groaned, his first meeting the wall slightly as he punched it in frustration. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were closed as he tried to calm himself down. ‘You’re a fucking dumbass’ he thought to himself. After a few moments of cursing under his breath, he straightened his jacket and walked out of the garden roof.

—

Casey had already gotten back to the party, but she wasn’t in the party mood anymore. She was terrified that she would burst into tears in front of everyone. She sighed as she went to the drinks table, pulling herself a large glass of champagne and downing it in one go. Her thoughts were racing in anger, frustration and slight heartbreak. Get a grip of yourself, Casey. You knew Bryce always had a bit of a reputation and every goddamn nurse in this hospital flirts with him. Why would he stick to just you? Breathe.

Jackie walked over to Casey, laughing at the fact the glass in Casey’s hand had lasted a mere 5 seconds before being downed.

“Well, if this is what you’re going to do to get this party started, then I’m all in.” Jackie joked, clinking her glass with Casey’s. Her laugh faltered when she saw Casey’s weak smile in reply to her joking.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” Jackie raised her brow at Casey.

“Nothing. I’m just not feeling too good.” Jackie knew she was lying. Casey’s eyes trailed behind Jackie, landing on Bryce who was looking around the room. Their eyes met and Casey couldn’t help but tear her eyes away from him.

“Would it have anything to do with the fact you and Bryce were both gone for the last 45 minutes?”

“I can’t do this. I’m going home.”

“Whoa wait, let me come with you.”

“Nah, honestly, I need some time alone. And anyway, who’s gonna force Elijah and Aurora to do shots if you’re not here?” Casey laughed weakly, putting her bag over her shoulders. “I’ll text you when I’m home. Ok?” Jackie nodded, pulling Casey into a hug.

Casey hastily walked out of the hospital, the cold air hitting her as she walked home. The cold, fresh air was welcoming. It made her feel calmer than she had felt in the hospital. She just wanted to go home, curl up into her bed and cry it out. She’d be fine by tomorrow. At least, that’s what she hoped. Wishful thinking.

When Casey had finally gotten home, she slid her dress off and threw on her dressing gown, grabbing a bottle of wine out of the fridge to pour herself a glass. She sat at the kitchen island, staring out at the world beneath her from the penthouse window. She thought about the people going about her lives, which made her think of her residency. She knew it was coming to an end this year, something she has been in denial about for quite some time. She didn’t want to leave her friends... or Bryce behind. She always thought that maybe her place on the diagnostics team may help her stay close to home. Close to Bryce. As Bryce popped into her mind, she sighed gently and put her head in her hands. ‘How unfair is it that the only person you ever want to talk to when something goes wrong, is the one person who hurt you so you can’t go to them?’ Casey thought to herself. When something went wrong in the hospital, Bryce was the first person she’d text or find. When something went wrong outside the hospital, all it took was for Casey to text Bryce a “🖕” emoji for Bryce to know she needed to vent. He always replied within minutes. Even if it was to tell her he couldn’t reply but would as soon as he could.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. ‘That’ll be Sienna’ Casey thought, laughing to herself as she prepared to deal with a very drunk and Disney singing Sienna. She opened the door, and her breath hitched when she looked up.

Bryce was stood at the door, his hair a mess as if he had been running his hands through his hair, a look of regret on his face.

“W-what are you doing here Bryce? I don’t want to talk to you.” Casey mentally cursed herself at her voice cracking.

“Case, please.” Casey scanned his face. He was the only one that ever called her Case. Casey wasn’t sure whether she even liked that nickname, but coming from Bryce, she loved anything that came from his lips. Especially something that was unique between them like her nickname. She could have sworn her heart fluttered when she sent Bryce a funny hospital meme whilst being sat next to him, and whilst waiting for him to see it, realised the name for her in his phone had changed from “Casey Valentine” to “Case”.

As much as she was angry and hurt by him tonight, she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t bear to see the pain on his face. She opened the door slightly and stepped aside, giving him permission to come inside.

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years ago

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Me appreciating you for Fanfic Writers’ Appreciation Day, but a day late, because I do everything late. Anyway... yay!

1. PLEASE LOOK DOWN THIS LIST (BELOW THE CUT) UNTIL YOU SPOT AN AUTHOR YOU’RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH

2. GO AND CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF

3. SCREAM AT THEM ABOUT HOW GREAT THEY ARE

4. SIGNAL BOOST THE HELL OUT OF THEIR STUFF

5. REPEAT STEPS ABOVE

Firstly, before we proceed to the list: I will have forgotten people, and for that I am so sorry (not in any way intentional)- I will come back and update if I spot someone I’ve missed. Secondly, for fic authors who weren’t tagged on Fic Writers’ Day, please keep doing what you’re doing! Putting your writing out there takes courage and I’m super proud of you. I’m so pleased we have your unique voice in the fandom, and I appreciate you.

Secondly, if you know an author who perhaps didn’t get as much love as they deserve (and don’t be afraid to self-hype) please send me an ask with a) their/your handle b) which fandom they/you write for (to be relevant to my page pls keep this to SW, Oscar, Pedro, MCU) c) why people should check them/you out and, if you like, which fic to start with, and I’ll do a shout-out.

Finally, if you aren’t a writer yet but you want to be, I believe in you! Please take the plunge! My inbox is always open to any aspiring writers who need encouragement to make that first post or start that first fic. I’ve been in your position, and believe me I’m in your corner. Happy to be your hype girl.

Reccing authors in Star Wars / Oscar / Pedro fandoms:

@okay-hotshot / Celeste is the loveliest human ever. She had me hooked from her first fic, which broke then healed my heart, and I’m so proud of her writing journey so far! Check her page out for Oscar character fics and the most magical, creative, immersive, touching, original Llewyn fic you could dream up: Wait for me.

@mandoplease where do I even start? Becca oozes talent and absolutely floors me every single time. The first fic I read was: The City Lights Can Wait (Santi x reader) and I was just blown away by the writing prowess. Gorgeous prose, mind blowing metaphors and descriptions. A personal fave is the Santi/Frankie threesome fic: Moving Day, but Fight Night also needs a mention. Check her out for Triple Frontier / Narcos / Star Wars characters.

@mylifeliterally Ok, Emma is an absolute gem of a human. Funny, welcoming and so supportive of other writers. Oh, and can be counted on for thots. I often rec the positively artful Triple Frontier gangbang fic (and now series) Team Building Exercise, but don’t overlook her other fics- I especially love: Just for Tonight, a two-part Santi fic. The Triple Frontier Queen, she is slowly dragging everyone into a pit of yearning along with her for every single one of those boys and we’re not even mad. Her writing is flawless and I cannot get enough. P.s. she has a refridgerator husband.

@tintinwrites I’ve already gushed at Caitlin today so I’ll keep it brief. Queen of Poe, and also branching out and excelling with everything she touches in Pedro fandoms too. I think I’ve read near everything on her masterlist and there are no wrong choices, but to pick out only a couple, which is a hard task, imma rec Forbidden Fruit and Fifty Ways to Kiss someone for Po, and Nothing Could be Finer for reader x Frankie x Santi.

@woakiees again, gushed at Hadley already so I’ll try and keep it chill here. Queen of angst and darkness, and of First Order Poe. Also love that she’s writing for Santi and Din now too. Caitlin says it best when she describes Hadley’s writing as like something from 1843 with a modern twist. Such a unique voice. Imma recommend Sanctified and So ruthless, Darling for Poe.

@iamthe-shadow-on-the-wall Abby! The range! You know I remind you on a bi-monthly basis how much Lonely Nights (Poe x reader) broke my heart and here we go again. You can do it all- fluffy, slow burn series (Call it what you want), heartbreaking angst and smut- your Blue Jones mob boss AU, Darkest Little Paradise? Wowzers. Plus, you’re a sweetie and I love when we scream at each other.

@darksideofclarke Clarke does so much for us all and just keeps giving. From the Sinful Sunday events to the incredible Follower Celebration, to setting up a whole side blog to extend the character takeovers?! Blessed with content! And Clarke’s fics?! Exquisite, and such a choice of characters from the Oscar fandom. I particularly love Now and Forevermore (Orestes); Bulletproof (Santi); Humbled (Blue); and ‘Til Death Do They Part (Mikael) but I could easily go on. Clarke you’re so talented. And you are a lovely human to boot!

@bluebellhairpin Nemo, you are a joy, and I won’t gush at you too much bc I already did that today, but I love what you’re putting out. You write for so many fandoms, which is so impressive, and you’re a fellow Poe hoe. I adore your series Fight or Flight, Rider, but you have so many cute one-shots and blurbs too e.g. Poe Dameron is an Idiot! Your audios give me life as well.

@spider-starry Carrie is so much fun and has been branching out a lot in her writing recently, which is great to see! I love Carrie’s 100 letter project in particular, for various Oscar characters, as well as this smutty Nathan NSFW Alphabet, which had me all in a tizz.

@aellynera (tag me in your stuff pls?) I love your drunk text series for Santi and Nathan and your Itsy Bitsy Spider headcanons made me howl! I’m so excited to see what you put out next! And I love that you also love Nathan :D

@anetteaneta already gushed at you today so I’ll keep it brief, but I’m so happy you’re sharing your writing! I loved your Sherlock series for Santi so much! And OMG wait, I didn’t see you’d written for Nathan until just now. Must catch-up. (Please tag me in any Oscar stuff you put out?)

@veuliee2 I need to catch-up on a lot of your fics to be fair (please tag me in stuff?) but you write Orestes so wonderfully and with so much heart that it blows me away (New Constellations). So few fics on him on this site and yours are a pleasure. Plus, you’re an all round lovely person! :o)

@thirsty-flygirl I don’t think you believe how good you are which makes me very sad to be honest. Because you’re amazing. You write Poe so spot on, so warm and goofy and a lovable sexy dumbass. Perfect. Your writing and dialogue makes me smile / laugh and you can somehow make it hot and soft all at once. I love your series Idiots in particular. (Please tag me in more of your stuff though as I worry I miss things you put out?). You’re great and I love having you here.

@twomoonstwosuns I really need to catch-up on your Poe series, Back to You but I really enjoyed the chapters I’ve read! (Please tag me in future Poe stuff?) You’re a star!

@absurdthirst I’m newish in the Pedro fandoms so still getting to grips with it, but have loved what I’ve seen so far and look forward to delving deeper (and there’s plenty to get stuck into!)!Most recently read the Ezra fic Healing which was beautifully and sensitively written (cw: for prior assault).

@damerondjarin Taylor is multi-talented and blesses us, tbh, with GIFs and writing. She’s currently in tumblr jail, but I strongly advise you check out all her stuff. I came for Santi fics and they did not disappoint (I can’t link to it but the latest Santi fic killed me and was a wonderul take on the “there’s only one bed” trope.

@damndamer0n you have a gift, Ty. I’m in awe and I don’t know how you do what you do. Your way with words is really something special. I bow. Gonna recommend Just Friends for Poe because this is such a warm and immersive (and hot) fic and so in character. But honestly all your stuff is perfect. I’ve read things for characters I’ve never heard of before because of you and have loved each and every one. (Like, really, what are your secrets, tell us?). Also gonna shout-out to your Ezra fic, Sunlight, beacuse the world-building and mood-building was lovely. Really memorable!

@mssr-cellophane I found your work recently through FinnPoe week and your glorious take on the The Jacket prompt (links to A03). Looking forward to reading more of your stuff (please feel free to tag me!) and surprised by how much I vibe with all your posts haha. Happy to follow you! :)

@yougottakeeponkeepinon AMANDA? Where do I begin and how do I stop? You’re such an important part of this site for me. I think you’re wonderful as a person and I love your writing too. Miscommunication (First Order! Poe) is off the scale brilliant, and then you blew me away with your latest Santi fic, Eavesdropping, but honestly, I’ve never read anything of yours I didn’t love, from goofy Poe to soft soft Llewyn (I love Away from the Sun). I WANNA YELL AT YOU YOU’RE JUST THE BEST.

@poesflygirl Nat is a ball of energy and that comes across in her writing. Nat, you write with such verve and energy and defo have a unique voice. You write the angstiest angst and fluffiest fluff and you also write action and dialogue so well. Your fics have a ton of unexpected turns and are unpredictable, and you have loads of unique ideas which are really fresh and different to read. You don’t seem to believe how good you are, which makes me sad tbqh. I love when I see a tag pop up and get to read something new from you! In particular love your Poe series, You and Paging a Heart, and these Poe one-shots: Just another Benduday Night and Truth or Dare.

@starryeyedstories NOVA. You are pure sunshine. You spread so much positivity and you’re the loveliest human. Your are the Queen of softness and fluff and for comforting and beautifully written fics. Your series, Across the Hall,has taken us all on such a wonderful journey and I don’t want it to ever end. It’s like my happy place! Each chapter is practically a hug with words. Your Din one-shot All of Me is so romantic as well!

@softpedropascal I’m newish in Pedro fandoms but softpedropascal writes wonderfully for Frankie. The dedication to the character is evident, and characterisation wonderful- I can’t wait to read more: Masterlist

@rzrcrst okay, you may know rzrcrst for Pedro fics (which are wonderful) but she also recently started writing for Tony Stark and I’m so happy! 😀🧡 (Fun fact- her url is also the reason I couldn’t spell Razor Crest properly when I finally started writing for Din). She’s currently taking a well-earned tumblr break but fics are still up on Ao3- linked in profile.

@writefasttalkevenfaster Please tag me in any of your Star Wars stuff as I swear I keep missing things and I don’t mean to! Masterlist

@galaxy-of-stories Maddie, I keep missing things you post but you’re lovely and your writing is awesome. I love your Poe series Over and Over and I think I’ve just spotted a new chapter to catch-up on so lucky me! :D

@who-talks-first Billie, my lovely friend! You’re wonderful to have around on this hellsite. Your dedication to supporting writers in these fandoms is unparelled and you’re an absolute sweatheart, as well as super fun to chat to and thirst with. You have certainly made my experience on this site so much better! And also, your writing? Excuse me? So good. Your Poe fic, The Torture of Small Talk With Someone You Used to Love? Sublime! And the Poe, Naked, Dripping, Locked? So funny! You definitely have a unique style and your writing can be simultaneously edgy, poetic, and moving. ILY!

@xxidontwikeitxx Hope you don’t mind being included, as you haven’t posted your work, but you ARE a writer, and I’m so happy you’ve recently started creating! Again, hope you don’t mind me saying, but I had the pleasure of reading your Marcus Pike blurb, and it’s was so soft and lovely. I really hope - when/if you’re comfortable- you decide share your work, and if not, I hope you keep enjoying the process! Would leave to read more from you in the future!

@shakespeareanwannabe is writing such a heartfelt Santi x OC story (find it here) with sublime characterisation of both Santi and Frankie, AS WELL AS seriously well-rounded and compelling OCs / supporting cast. This series is a key contributor for me falling down a Frankie rabbit role, and my First Dates fic likely wouldn’t exist without it! So excited for more!

Also shoutout to @ollypopp @milleniumvalcon @justrunamok @yourbucky084 who are delightful beings and whose writing I need to catch-up on!I look forward to it!

#this took me shockingly long to compile i need a nap #the talent on this hellsite #writer appreciation #star wars fics #oscar isaac fics #pedro pascal fics #poe dameron x reader #santiago pope garcia x reader #llewyn davis x reader #din djarin reader #fic rec #fic recs #frankie morales x reader #nathan bateman x reader #the loveliest humans

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 3 years ago

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2015/2021- Joel Fry x OC

Joel Fry x Isabel Abbott

Description: The six year difference between Joel and Isabel beginning their relationship to being happily married.

Word Count: 2k

“Welcome back to Candid everyone! My name is Erin Miller,” the interviewer greeted the camera with a bright smile at the camera for her podcast/video. “Today is a very special episode because I am going to discuss the latest season of Game of Thrones. Not only that but today I’m joined here by the cast of Game of Thrones: Peter Dinklage as Tyrion Lannister, Emelia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen, Iain Glen as Jorah Mormont, Joel Fry as Hizdahr zo Loraq, and Isabel Abbott as Kiyara Tallhart!” The crewmembers applauded as the cast waved when their names were called.

“Thank you guys so much for being here, all my fans and I are huge fans of the show,” she continued, finally looking at her guests.

“Happy to be here,” Emelia responded, the others agreeing afterwards.

“So much happened in this season,” Erin said before exhaling deeply, which made them laugh. “Lots of stories and even more heartbreaking deaths. Specifically the last two episodes. Oh man, I cried,” she emphasized.

“You should have seen the cast when we were filming,” Peter spoke, leaning closer to the microphone as he did so. Emelia nodded knowingly.

“Well today I wanted to talk to you about one specific episode. Episode nine, ‘Dance of Dragons.’ The attack of the Sons of Harpy on the fighting pit.”

“Oh boy,” Isabel muttered, which caused Erin to chuckle.

“Oh boy indeed. Can I just say, it literally happened so quickly. I mean, I blinked and people started getting murdered. Then Loraq is killed!” She ranted. “He was such a semi-good character and I was so sad to see him go.”

“So was Isabel,” Emilia teased. Isabel jokingly glared at the girl then pushed her shoulder, a blush dusting her face.

“Shut up Em,” she grumbled shyly.

“Oh, care to explain?” Erin asked with the same smile Emilia had.

“Yeah, Isa,” Iaian added. Isabel looked around, realizing that everyone was not staring at her expectantly.

“Oh my god I did not come here to be attacked like this!” She exclaimed with a giggle, attempting to hide her embarrassment.

“You were sad about Loraq’s death?” Joel questioned with a teasing smile, though there was a sincere look in his eyes.

“Okay listen,” she started deadpanned, which made the others burst out laughing. “Here’s the thing. During their time on the show, Hizdahr-”

“They’re on a first name basis now?” Peter questioned. Isabel took a second to flip him off before looking at Erin once more, this time with wide eyes.

“Wait, do children watch this show?”

“Yeah sometimes kids watch my show,” Erin responded amusedly. Isabel gasped and covered her mouth.

“I’m so sorry!” She looked at the camera with the most worried expression anyone had ever seen from her. “I’m sorry parents and children that just saw that.”

“No no no it’s okay!” Erin exclaimed, trying not to laugh. “If parents let their kids watch Game of Thrones I’m sure they’re immune to you flipping the bird.” Isabel nodded, though her shoulders slumped in defeat and she mumbled another apology.

“Aww Isa,” Joel cooed, patting her back soothingly. “Continue.” Isabel straightened and pushed her hair behind her shoulders.

“Anyways, Hizdahr and Kiyara got pretty close. Like she brought him food while he was imprisoned and they bonded over their fathers and they talked a lot in their free time. That meant that Joel and I got to talk quite a bit and I’d say we got pretty close,” she trailed off, looking at Joel for confirmation.

“Yeah,” he responded with an affirming nod, hand dropping from her back.

“Yeah,” she repeated, also nodding. “So we got close. No matter what, death always makes me sad, I mourn people I don’t even know. So seeing Hizdahr die up close was very emotionally stressing, and I was crying once the cameras cut. I did the same with Kit after John Snow died because we got close during season four.”

“This season was just a huge blow to Isabel’s emotional state,” Emelia spoke.

“You guys are laughing but that is absolutely true,” Isabel added matter-of-factly.

“While we’re on the subject, am I the only one who noticed all those looks Loraq gave Kiyara?” Erin inquired, looking around.

“Wait what?” Isabel laughed, but her question went unnoticed.

“No! Oh my god I’m so glad you brought that up,” Iaian exclaimed. “Literally, I cannot tell you how many times we had to do retakes because Joel wouldn’t stop looking at Isabel on and off camera.”

“Wait wait wait, are you serious?” Isabel questioned with an almost stupidly wide smile.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Peter confirmed.

“That’s the entire reason people thought that Loraq and Kiyara were going to get together,” Erin explained. “People were shipping you guys on Twitter. Then Joel, you tweeted that picture of Isabel bringing you lunch. People started shipping you in real life.”

“Aww Joel, do you like me?” Isabel joked, but her smile faltered when she realized that the man genuinely looked flustered. “Are you okay?” She asked worriedly, leaning away from the microphones beforehand. Joel’s already red face reddened even more.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you worried about me?” He started off seriously but became goofy during his question, which made her giggle and shake her head.

“Jesus guys,” Peter groaned dramatically. “Just skip the formalities and date already!” Isabel blushed deeply and looked at Joel, who was already looking at her.

“How about this Friday at 8:00?” He inquired with a goofy smile. Isabel’s jaw dropped as the other whooped and hollered at his question. Then Emelia hushed them to let Isabel answer, everyone watching them eagerly.

“Sounds good. I’ll text you my address,” she responded coolly despite the fact that she was screaming on the inside.

“I can’t believe that just happened on my show,” Erin muttered, looking absolutely blown away.

“Neither can I,” Isabel breathed out with a small giggle. “You should have seen it the first time he actually asked me out.” That sent the others into chaos, everyone talking over each other while Isabel and Joel watched.

“When did you guys start dating!?” Emelia yelled, which caused Isabel to flinch then laugh at the girl.

“He asked me out after ‘Mockingbird’ wrapped,” she laughed out in the same excited tone. Emelia mouthed the episode name then looked at her with wide eyes.

“Are you serious? The second episode he was in? And you didn’t tell me?” One would think that all that yelling would calm down laughter, but on the contrary, Isabel was nearly out of breath.

“I’m sorry!” She exclaimed. Erin was still laughing when she decided to step in.

“Wait, so do you mind walking us through what happened?” She asked, and Isabel admired his sincerity. She glanced at Joel, silently asking permission. When he gave her a nod of confirmation, she looked around at the others.

“So, obviously we originally met during season four, when Hizdahr zo Loraq was first introduced. We talked a couple times between scenes, but then he isn’t really heard from so Joel wasn’t really there. Then season five came around and we got to know more about each other and he finally asked me out after the fourth episode. And that’s it,” she explained with a shrug. Iain just stared at them appalled.

“I am just in shock that you guys managed to keep it so exclusive,” he spoke, shaking his head as he did so. Joel shrugged from beside her.

“Well, we wanted to wait until the right time. Just to see if we could work, you know?” Isabel’s already wide smile widened when Joel’s arm slithered around her shoulders, only to pull away a second later. She looked at him confusedly then let out a small scream when he pulled her chair closer by the seat so he could comfortably rest his arm around her shoulders. She blushed shyly then hid her face as the others cooed rather loudly at them. Joel also cooed in her ear then pressed an affectionate kiss to the crown of her head. This was probably the best thing that ever happened to the both of them.

2021

“Hello once again everyone! My name is Erin Miller and I welcome you back to Candid,” Erin greeted happily with a wave that gave both Joel and Isabel a sense of deja vu. “Today I am once again joined by Joel Fry and Isabel Abbott who are here to talk about their new movie Cruella, which premiered in theaters and on Disney+ on May 28,” she paused to face the couple. “Hello you two, long time no see.” Joel and Isabel waved at the camera in unison then faced Erin with bright smiles.

“Yeah, at least since 2015,” Isabel answered.

“Yeah, you guys look good,” Erin complimented honestly. “And I hear that you guys are married now,” she cooed.

“Yeah,” Joel trailed off coyly. Erin giggled and clapped her hands.

“Can I see the rings?” She asked eagerly. Joel and Isabel nodded at each other then took off their rings to show both Erin and the cameras.

“Now, what is this engraved on the inside of it?” Erin questioned, leaning forward to get a better look.

“Mine says ‘you are my moon and stars that paint the sky,’” Isabel answered.

“And mine says ‘you are the sun to my moon, light of my life,’” Joel continued.

“They’re references to quotes we said during the show,” Isabel explained further. “So, during season four not long after we’re introduced to Hizdahr and they were talking about their fathers, she said the line, ‘Everytime a good man dies, they are added to the night sky to paint stars as pretty as the moon. That’s where I believe your father is.’ It was probably my favorite line of the show.”

“Oh yeah,” Erin reminisced. “I remember that. That was a good episode. Joel, what about yours?”

“This was actually during season five when Kiyara visited Hizdahr while he was imprisoned. She had brought him food and he asked her to stay for conversation. I don’t… remember what they were talking about…”

“What love meant to them,” Isabel interrupted before looking around. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Joel answered as the scene came back to him. “Yeah, so it was right after Daenerys said that she would marry him to hold a strong bond. They were preparing a room for him and Hizdahr was not very happy about the forced engagement. Kiyara came down to visit him and they talked about what love meant to them. Hizdahr said that when his father talked about his mother, he’d say that she was the sun to his moon and that she was the light of his life. Those words had stuck with him and he always thought that when he married, he’d feel the same about his wife.”

“Oh so these are based on quotes you actually said to each other?” Erin asked. Isabel blushed and nodded.

“Now, can I ask, why did you decide on Game of Thrones inspired rings and quotes?”

“Because that’s how we met,” Joel answered kindly as he and his wife put their rings back on. “If I hadn’t been cast as Hizdahr zo Loraq, then I don’t think we ever would have met because we had both been shooting different things before and after we were killed off on the show. Like, I was cast in You, Me, and the Apocalypse then Ordinary Lives. She was cast in Doctor Who for a while then Me Before You. Before that I was in Plebs and she was in Once Upon a Time. We didn’t have a lot of time between our schedules, but we made it possible, and look at us now. I owe the Game of Thrones cast and crew everything, because of them I met and later married the love of my life.” Both Erin and Isabel awed at him and the latter hugged him tightly.

“Aw babe! That was so sweet,” she exclaimed.

“You’re going to make me sad that I’m single,” Erin joked.

“Maybe you should get cast in an HBO show,” Joel joked back, making the girls giggle.

“Anyways, moving onto Cruella,” Erin said after a minute. “Yet again we are met with romantic tension with your characters Jasper and Angela.” Isabel shrugged, a bashful smile gracing her face. This would be a long day.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years ago

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say that you’ll hold me forever

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In his more introspective moments, Alec would think that the reason night running came so easily to him, the reason he’d slipped into it like a pair of well broken in boots when it was so different from the simple life he’d been leading before, was because it was so like archery. When you got right down to it, both were about breathing steadily, keeping your eyes open, having patience and knowing when to let go. All things that had been his lifeblood since he could walk.

And because both came so easily to Alec, when something was amiss it was like having something stuck in his teeth. If the arrow he was using had warped or was made out of balance, he could sense it in a moment. If his string wasn’t oiled, he knew as soon as he drew it back. If a breeze no harder than a breath were blowing between him and his target, it may as well have been a gale for as much as it made the act feel impossible.

And if something was wrong with a night running job, Alec knew it. And tonight’s particular job felt like he was trying to shoot without an arrow.

It had seemed fine that morning, when he and Seregil had been taking breakfast in the living room at the Stag and Otter; Alec ruffling the ears of one of Ruthea’s last litter on his knee and his lover shuffling through their latest stack of messages for a cat of a very different kind while they ate.

There were a lot of them, some written on fine vellum, some scrawled hastily on notes that had since become crumpled as they’d passed from hand to hand to reach the elusive, far famed and entirely fictional burglar for hire known as the Rhíminee Cat. As Seregil was fond of saying, the nobles did all sorts of silly things in the spring and it was as fine a late spring morning as anyone had ever known. The window was open to a warm breeze and honey gold shafts of early sunlight, the bells of some temple were chiming in the distance and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen.

Alec barely looked up when Seregil cursed from across the table, he only hummed, “Did it again, hm?”

“It’s these damned nobles,” Seregil scowled, holding two notes and looking between them in exasperation, “They’re too used to getting their own way, it makes them such demanding customers. They want everything done this very night or immediately or bloody yesterday! No regard for a man’s schedule...”

“It’s not the nobles, love, it's the fact that you have no organisation system so you keep double booking yourself,” Alec said patiently, using the distraction to snag the last bit of bacon from Seregil’s plate to feed to the kitten on his lap.

“Well,” Seregil huffed, “Still. It’s inconvenient.”

“We’ll just split up tonight,” Alec shrugged as his little friend stole away with her prize, “You go and get Duke Amon’s ring back from whoever won it off him and I’ll take whichever job you thought was tomorrow but is actually tonight.”

Seregil folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, “I’m not that poorly organised…”

“This is the fourth time it’s happened this spring and let’s not forget the time you didn’t keep a close enough track on things and nearly placed a risque miniature of Baron Carmine in Lady Raya’s bedside table rather than the ring you were supposed to put there?”

Seregil was quiet for a long time, his mouth set in a pout until he grunted, “Fair.”

“So tell me about my job tonight,” Alec grinned, reaching over to play with one of the many curls of dark hair that stuck out from Seregil’s head after a night of tossing and turning. He knew that would chase away his lover’s chagrin.

Seregil hummed and inclined his head towards the warmth of Alec’s fingers, “So some twitterpated noble has got it into his head that he’s going to propose to his beau and that it absolutely, positively must happen tonight. He’s got some ridiculous grand gesture planned in his head, having the ring delivered to them silently in the dead of night so it’s there when they wake up. Surprised he’s not having a dove slip it onto their hand personally…”

Alec chuckled, “Perhaps it was short notice. It would take rather a long time to train a dove.”

Seregil smirked, “Anyway, the problem is he’s gone and left it in his apartments in the business end of the city by the docks, he’s a wealthy merchant of some degree, and he can’t go get it himself without arousing suspicion. So our job is to slip into his place, slip back out again and deliver it to his intended.”

“Too lazy more like,” Alec wrinkled his nose, “Fine, where is this girl who I’m hoping has more sense than her soon to be betrothed?”

Seregil shrugged, “Message only says that the address to deliver it to will be written on a label attached to the box. Probably didn’t want that kind of information floating around the city on a note being handed around some more disreputable characters.”

Alec snorted, “Bet you a gold sester her parents don’t know about this match. Why else be so secretive?”

Seregil raised his eyebrows and simpered exaggeratedly, “Perhaps it’s a heartbreaking tale of true love overcoming societal disapproval?”

“Or some fool making too much of a few friendly glances and thinking himself some heroic knight saving a girl who isn’t even interested,” Alec tugged on his lock of Seregil’s hair gently.

His lover shrugged, shaking him off and sitting back with his tea cup held in his hands, “Whatever it is, talí, he’s paying handsomely. Would you mind?”

“Sounds like the easiest job I’ve done in months. I’ll make sure supper’s on the table for when you get back.”

But that had been this morning and now Alec was perched on top of a very high wall surrounding the lavish building and he was having doubts.

Not about his route into the noble’s apartments, that was clear as day. The building itself was called an inn but it was as far removed from the alehouses and winesinks that could also boast that title as a carriage horse was from a mule. It was more like a miniature manor house, each one of it’s floors a luxury suite meant for the lesser nobles who had made their fortunes on the backs of the sailors and tradesmen that worked on the wharves the inn overlooked. This was the place they’d occupy on the nights of the working week, when business held their attention, but most would also have a place not unlike Wheel Street for their leisure time, where they kept their wives and children.

Alec could see precisely how he would vault from the wall he now crouched on, land on the lip of the roof, follow it a little ways around the shadowed inn and slip into the window of his mark, safely untouched by any lamplight from the main street. It couldn’t have been simpler. But still, uncertainty sat in his stomach like he’d eaten a heavy meal.

He hesitated, trying to summon the clarity of mind that usually accompanied his night running or at least a concrete reason why things felt so plainly wrong but he received no answer except a gentle lifting of the wind that stirred the hood he’d pulled up tight around his head and carefully tucked his braid into.

If I don’t move quickly, what’s going to be giving me doubts will be a bluecoat’s quarrel in my chest he thought with irritation at himself. He abandoned his misgivings on top of the wall and sprightly hopped up onto the roof, his well muffled slippers barely making a whisper as he landed and began the slow, careful walk along the slates.

As he crept along in the shadows, he had to take a moment to appreciate the beauty of such a clear night. Rhíminee never looked more beautiful than when it was observed from the top of some high place Alec wasn’t meant to be, when it was nestled in the purple shadows of twilight, all glittering lamps in winding streets and a hundred yellow eyes blinking as people set candles into their windows, either to go to bed or to welcome new patrons in the brothels and gambling houses of the Street of Lights. The palace and the Orëska House were like looming candles, their towers still a deep orange with the last of the setting sun, their expansive floors the deep purple of true night. There was a sense of the city settling down, heaving some kind of silent sigh as another day ended and a whole new Rhíminee awoke.

And somewhere in it’s shadowed depths, Seregil was about his own business, chasing down a family heirloom some arrogant lord had wagered on a hand at the Dragon.

“Luck in the shadows, talí,” Alec whispered to the twilight, feeling the tug of the bond they shared as the thought travelled along it’s thread to his love.

The latch on the window was tricky though he expected nothing less at such a fine establishment with so many wealthy clients. There was a lot to protect within its whitewashed walls, after all. Still, between his clever fingers and the pick he kept in his braid, it was barely a few minutes before Alec had it open and most of that was looking down for watchmen or dogs in the yard below.

The room was dark, the noble of course off with the love he hoped to make his wife. Alec wondered if he was nervous, holding her tight as she slept, both anxious for the dawn to arrive and rather afraid of it at the same time. He could only imagine how it must feel, to ask someone to share their entire life with you, to hand them a piece of your heart in the shape of a simple loop of metal and gemstone, without something as sure as a talímenios bond.

It made him a little jealous, if he was honest.

He dismissed the thought quickly, seeing no sense in wanting things he couldn’t have. The window opened, he swung himself inside, landing on the rich woven carpet so no one below would hear him. As soon as he righted himself, the feeling came back as strong as it had been outside, the sensation that something was amiss.

There was just a string sense of the place being...unlived in. Sure the trappings of a young, overly wealthy man were spread around the room- fine coats in a number of rich fabrics hung by the door, the walls lined with books and the fine art on the walls, the plush looking furniture and tasteful hangings- but it was as if a layer of dust hung over it all. Alec knew how to read the traces a person left in their home, how to track their daily routines in which chairs had the deepest depressions and which books were always slightly out of alignment based on how they sat on the shelf. And this place held none of that. It was as if the place were deliberately posed, like the set for some elaborate play, but never intended to be lived in.

Alec’s hand twitched for the knife concealed in his boot. He knew a trap when he saw one.

He made no movement for the window or any other escape route. He could handle himself, whatever was about to appear from whatever shadowy corner of this place, but Seregil would scold himself for weeks even with no way of knowing that of both of those notes in his hand, of all the hundreds of summons they received, this would be the one that turned out dangerous. Alec was already dreading the look on his face when he brought the news back to him.

He moved far more carefully now, stepping into the place, heading for the desk where he’d been told the ring box was kept. His feet didn’t catch a single creaking floorboard, no figure moved from any direction. All was silent.

Frowning, he double and even triple checked the locks on the drawers. No poisoned needles, no dart ready to spring, no trap to close around his fingers. It was just an ordinary piece of furniture with a painfully average lock he had open within seconds. And that only made his suspicions deepen.

Seregil had said nothing about who’d sent them the summons, there was no way to tell if this was some secret enemy after them in particular, someone who had a grudge against the shadowy Rhíminee Cat or if this was one piece of a much more elaborate game. All there was to do was find the ring box, see where it needed delivering and wait for the tension to resolve itself. Some hands you just needed to play, even if you knew they were rigged.

First drawer, empty. Second drawer, nothing but a few clumps of dust. The hair’s on the back of Alec’s neck stood to attention, why weren’t there any ledgers or papers, nothing so much as a pen to prove that a living, breathing man actually worked at this desk?

The box was in the third drawer along, a long, oblong shaped wooden box with a metal clasp. Far too big for a ring box, Alec thought. This must be the crux of the trap, the spring wound tight and ready to pounce. He steadied his breathing and felt cautiously for any hidden blade, catch or wax plugged holes. Were they being used as assassins here? Was he supposed to deliver death to this poor woman’s bedside table?

All his search discovered was the promised label, fastened around the clasp. Frowning, Alec checked the paper for any poison dusting one last time before turning it over to read it. He didn’t think he’d be delivering this box tonight, not until he’d had Seregil and maybe even Thero check it over or it could mean death for whoever’s name was inscribed upon it-

Alec’s throat tightened. The name on the label was his own. Not even the name Rhíminee knew him by, his true name.

Alec í Amasa.

No address, just the name. And at a glance, Alec knew the hand that had written it.

Even when he’d been certain this whole affair was a trap, his heart had stayed beating it’s usual steady rhythm in his chest, his breathing had been silent and shallow. But now his heart was pounding in his chest and it was such an effort to keep his hands from shaking as he pulled back his hood and carefully opened the box.

There was a ring, a simple band of polished coppery coloured metal. Nothing flashy, nothing that would draw attention; a ring that could be worn on any number of night running jobs and never attract notice but he would always know it was there. But the ring had been threaded around the shaft of an arrow. Not an ordinary arrow, at a glance he knew this wasn’t made for shooting. This was beautifully carved, expertly wrought in polished wood so the shaft had been transformed into a gorgeous scene of an otter and a stag curling around one another as they raced in flight, surrounded by cunningly made flowers that he recognised in an instant. The exact same kind had grown around the cottage where he and Seregil had spent that winter together. The more he looked, the more he saw depths in the design; there were fingerling dragons as small as his littlest knuckle chasing each other around the span of it, there was a mountain range carved into it that reminded him so strongly of his earliest home, there were symbols inscribed all the way along in a clever pattern that spoke of a hundred places and a hundred adventures.

The arrow told a story. It told their story.

And burned into the base of it was a question, composed of two words. Marry me?

Alec didn’t jump when he heard the footsteps behind him and he didn’t turn immediately. First he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes but it was no good, new ones sprang to replace them. It helped that, when he finally did face his lover, Seregil had damp cheeks too. And that familiar, crooked smile he loved so much.

“I...I know it won’t mean anything, not legally,” he was standing in the doorway, dressed in the simple evening clothes Alec had left him in last, looking uncharacteristically nervous, “But...I don’t care. I want it for us, we’re the only ones who need to know. I was thinking...maybe a small ceremony at Watermead, just our friends, some rings, a few words...but I want to be able to call you my husband, Alec. Even if it’s just between us, even if I just get to look at you and think it then...it would be something.”

Alec exhaled, voice soft though it carried over the small space between them, “Seregil, it would be everything.”

Seregil laughed, more tears catching the dusk light outside the window, opening his arms. Alec needed no more invitation than that, flying into his embrace, holding him so tight he couldn’t ever imagine letting go. Whether they were crying or laughing or both, neither could really say, as they sank to the carpet still clasped together.

“You sneaky bastard!” Alec finally managed to get out, grinning against Seregil’s shoulder, “How do I keep falling for this?”

“Ah, talí, but I’m so glad you do,” Seregil murmured back, drawing away enough to kiss him.

The kiss would have lasted until they had no more breath to give, if there wasn’t something Seregil wanted to do even more. The arrow was held fast in Alec’s hand so he slipped the ring off the shaft and placed it gently on his lover’s finger, first kissing the spot where it would lie for the rest of their lives. Now Alec could see there was a twin of it on his own finger.

“I told you about when I was young, yes?” Seregil murmured, stroking his thumb across Alec’s knuckles, “How I would sit in my bedroom back in Aurënen and imagine the person who would be my talímenios, how I would dream of you before I even knew your face...even then, I couldn’t know how it would feel to love you so much. How much you would make me want to be a better man, how every morning simply waking up and seeing you sleeping next to me would make me feel so damn lucky. I didn’t know, Alec í Amasa, how happy I would be with you.”

Alec just shook his head, tears sparkling like diamonds of the most precious sort as they fell to their clasped hands, he didn’t have his lover’s skill with words. He just leaned in and kissed him again, murmuring every time they stopped for air, “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

But those were the only words Seregil needed to hear.

#nightrunners #lynn flewelling #alec i amasa #seregil i korit #watchers #nightrunner series #seregil x alec #alec x seregil #proposals #fluff #look I don't know if this is how proposals work in this universe #but let me have this #fic #please reblog and comment!

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blueeyedgeorgie · 5 years ago

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Hate-W.L

“Can I get something soft about y/n dating will and he introduces her to the fans but they call her names and don't like her so will comforts her when she gets upset about it? “

Pairing: WillNE x Reader

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When filming, you already felt uneasy at the thought of Will posting the video. It was time to tell his fans about you two. The pair of you had started dating around three months ago and within those three months, you had been nothing but happy. Will always made you smile and his personality was golden. He ended up introducing you to his family and friends after a month and you had ended up doing the same. His friends and family adored you. George had made jokes about how Will didn't deserve you, Alex loved to talk to you one on one, and James practically treated you like a little sister. You two had ended up meeting through Tinder when George and Will had ended up making a video where George took control over an account made for Will. When George had gone to text you, Will had taken his phone away. There was just something about you that had made him feel like he couldn't have George mess with you. Will and you had started talking that night and from then on it was history. "Right, hello! Welcome back to the channel!" Will had started off his video. Today wasn't gonna be like his usual videos, instead it would be a video talking all about how you two had become a couple. You were nervous at the beginning, you were still nervous now but Will had eventually convinced you to film this video with him. What if the fans hated you? What if they convinced Will to dump you? You didn't want to lose him, he was one of the best things in your life. "Anyways, I have someone new for you all to meet," Will practically gushed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You flashed a smile to the camera. "This is Y/n and she's my new girlfriend." "Hello everyone!" You gave a wave to the camera as you let your head fall on Will's shoulder. "Me and Y/n started dating..." "Three months ago," You giggled, glancing up at the brunette. "At this point I've lost count since every day has felt like a dream with you, love," Will grinned, glancing down at you. Quickly, you took the chance to give him a quick kiss. The pair of you had eventually started to explain to the camera about how you two had met. "What even made you swipe right on me?" Will smiled down at you. He had moved his arm so it was now wrapped around your waist. "I was curious about why your bio said 'Top Shagger'," You responded with a small shrug. "And you were pretty cute looking." will let out a small laugh at your reply. God, you loved that laugh. It made your day. Being able to make him laugh was one of the best things ever. "Alright, why'd you keep Georgie from texting me something weird?" You questioned as soon as your boyfriend had finished his laughter session. "Same like you, you were gorgeous and your bio was amusing," Will answered. "I'm Fiji water, some people are toilet water," you nodded, remembering your classic line. "How many people did you get in your DMS anyways?" Will had another question. "Around 20 or less," You answered. Many of the guys were asking for nudes or for a simple hookup. It was aggravating, you just wanted to find someone who wanted a relationship that was kind, trustworthy, and had a sense of humor. Luckily, you came across Will. "Damn so I had competition," Will glanced at the camera, giving a look of uneasiness. "Not really, you won my heart by a landslide," you commented, still looking up at him. "Well that's good to hear," Will glanced back at you with a smile. Soon enough you two had finished up filming, only for Will to start up editing. It would usually take him between three to four hours to edit his video properly. At this point, you've learned to not constantly bug him, but you would still check up on him and bring him in a snack once or twice. "How's it coming along?" You spoke up as you entered his bedroom. "I'm about 2/3's done," Will let out a sigh as he pushed his headphones off of his head, letting them fall to his shoulders. "That's good," You gave a small smile, placing a plate of food down on his desk. "Thanks love," the brunette smiled up at you. "I know you're already editing," you bit your lip, looking at his monitor. The video had been paused to show Will had his arms wrapped around you as you both were smiling at one another. "But do you think you should post this?" "What's wrong?" Will let out a sigh, pulling you into his lap. You causally wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your eyes on the paused video placed onto his monitor screen. "Are you sure they're going to like me? What if they completely hate me?" "Are you joking? It's impossible for someone to hate you," Will turned your head, making you look at him. "Don't worry, love. I'm positive the fans will love you." You were currently scrolling through the comments of the video Will had posted. And the fans took the news the complete opposite of how Will expected. The comments never stopped. There wasn't one person who seemed to like you. Each comment was nasty and filled with hate. 'She's so ugly, wtf.' 'Y/n's laugh is so fucking annoying.' 'Praying they don't last long.' 'How could Will ever be interested in her?' 'Maybe Y/n's blackmailing him or sum.' 'Can she just shut up for five seconds? She barely spares time to breathe.' You were already incredibly insecure about yourself, but these comments just made it worse. You knew they wouldn't accept you, let alone like you. You slammed your computer across, tossing it across the room. You had enough of looking at all the hate coming your way. Burying yourself under the blankets of your bed. You didn't want to see anyone, you didn't want to talk to anyone. You felt useless, like you had only got in the way of everything. What if Will saw all the comments and realized he didn't want you? The door of your bedroom had creaked open, along with the sound of footsteps. "Y/n? What's wrong?" Will. The pair of you had decided to have a movie night at your place. But now he was here, you were just anxious. He was probably going to break up with you tonight. Hesitantly, you pushed the covers off of yourself as you sat up. The sight of you made Will's heartbreak. You were crying. He hated seeing you like this. "Talk to me, love," Will let out a sigh, quickly sitting next to you. "I saw all the comments on the latest video you posted," You mumbled, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Your fans hate me." "What, I..." Will trailed off before anything could actually be said. He pulled out his phone, pulling up YouTube. After a few seconds wasted scrolling through the comments of the video, he found himself opening up Twitter. 'If anyone has a problem with Y/n, then can unsubscribe from me. I love her with all my heart and to think that my fans are sending her hate is disgusting, if I see this continue I'll quit YouTube in a heartbeat.' After hitting the post button, Will put his phone away, wrapping his arms around you. "I love you, y/n," He mumbled softly. "I love you too, Will," you replied, glancing up at your boyfriend. "Are you gonna leave me?" "Are you crazy?" A soft chuckle came from Will's lips, "You make my day, Y/n. I love being around you. You have no clue how lucky I am to have you. I adore you, love." You cracked a smile at Will's gentle words. There really wasn't a chance he was going to leave you. "Alright, turn on the TV, love. I'll go grab some snacks for us," Will gave a smile back as he released you from his grasp. You gave a small nod and grabbed the TV remote as Will left the room. Fans really couldn't get in the way of Will loving you.

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rennyforpresident · 4 years ago

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Renny’s BBSim: First Boots Week 7

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiiiig Brother!

@ashleaevans @bathroom-sand @kaysarswhore @kayysarridha @kelleekim @lahallucinations @maxdoesbb @misshoh @music-obsessednerd @nerdphobic @nomwastaken @pawn2393 @phylisisley @remember-caltoru @rennyforpresident @shaolinbynature

Previously, @lahallucinations was backdoored by @kaysarswhore, who managed to pull off another HOH win and secure her spot in the game. But power is back up for grabs, so will this finally be the week her number is up?

After the vote, @phylisisley pulls @shaolinbynature into the bathroom and violently whispers at her

@phylisisley: “Why did you flip?? I fucking know it was you, don’t even try to deny it!”

@shaolinbynature: “I needed to flip it up! You know she was done for anyway! Why are you so mad!?”

@phylisisley: “Because now I look like a dumbass in the minority! I need a fucking minute”

@phylisisley: “I can’t keep up with @shaolinbynature‘s antics anymore. I want to work with him, but if he can’t keep me as his number 1, I just don’t feel that protective of him anymore…”

After that heartbreaking fight, the HOH competition is next!

This one’s not for the weak of heart or stomach! All of the houseguests take their spots in the tub. The first thing to be dumped in is spaghetti noodles

@kelleekim immediately gets out

@kelleekim in the DR: “I’ve thrown almost every comp that I’ve been in; this one is no different! I just had to make it look like I was grossed out!”

After dumping in pig’s blood, pudding, and hardboiled eggs, three houseguests collectively agree to step out

They just couldn’t take the heat, and all dropped out at the same time.

When it’s announced that live worms will be next, two more fall victim to losing

Which means

Will @nerdphobic finally pull his weight for his alliance? Or will @phylisisley finally secure her first comp win? Or, @shaolinbynature could win and redeem herself from last week’s loss. What’s gonna happen?

After an hour in the tub, @shaolinbynature promises both of them safety for the week. She swears on her parents’ lives that she’ll be true to her word. Knowing she’s in no danger, @phylisisley stands and gets out

Shortly after, @nerdphobic steps out too. Which means…

@shaolinbynature! You have secured your safety for the week and earned the right to nominate two of your fellow houseguests for eviction!

@shaolinbynature in the DR: “I am HYPE! I needed this win, and I hope this will make it up to @phylisisley that I lied to her about the vote. This week, we’re going hunting for sharks!”

@shaolinbynature gets the key and hugs @phylisisley, whispering “I’m so sorry” into her ear while she does. It seems the two have made up for now

At the nomination ceremony, @shaolinbynature has plenty of options. But who will end up taking a seat in the block chairs?

@shaolinbynature: “I have decided to nominate @kaysarswhore and @remember-caltoru. @kaysarswhore, you said it last week: turnaround is fair play. You put me up, I’ll put your ass there too. @remember-caltoru, you’re mostly a pawn, but you’re also up there because I have no idea where you’re at in this game. I’m worried you’re playing both sides, but I’m not certain yet. Either way, good luck in the veto, and this nomination ceremony is adjourned.”

@kaysarswhore in the DR: “I mean, is anyone surprised? I’m really getting tired of this back and forth, though. One of us needs to go, and next week, I’m confident that’ll be @shaolinbynature“

@remember-caltoru in the DR: “This is my first time being nominated, and I’m a little nervous about it. I mean, I know that @kaysarswhore is obviously the bigger threat, but @rennyforpresident went home against her! It’s stressful!”

Now, it’s time to pick players for the veto competition!

@shaolinbynature draws her recently reconciled BFF @phylisisley to play! And in more dramatic news, @kaysarswhore picks her biggest nemesis, @ashleaevans, to play. This is what she looked like as he walked to the front of the living room

Lastly, @remember-caltoru picked fellow member of the Fearsome Four to compete, @misshoh

All of the houseguests split up and each work on their individual mobile. Right off the bat, it’s clear that two of these houseguests are going to struggle the whole way through

It looks like @phylisisley is doing well at the start, but then drops ball and loses all of her progress! She never recovers from this setback

The competition is tight, but one houseguest manages to pull ahead and win…

@ashleaevans! You have won the Power of Veto!

@ashleaevans in the DR: “I finally won something!! And now I can use this to make sure that @kaysarswhore finally goes home!”

At the veto ceremony,

@ashleaevans: “I finally won a competition, and as much as I’d like to make a big move with it, the biggest threat is already up on the block. So…

Nominees are LOCKED!

That night, @kaysarswhore was showing @remember-caltoru her famous salad recipe. Just as the two were almost done cooking,

@remember-caltoru: “Shit! I bumped into the stove and started a fire!”

The fire is put out pretty quickly, but everyone is very annoyed with @remember-caltoru for the inconvenience. Can we go one goddamn week without burning down the house?

@kaysarswhore in the DR: “This is all going to plan! I need this house to hate @remember-caltoru so that they keep me around longer! *evil laughter*”

Continuing with her plan to get votes on her side, @kaysarswhore goes to @nerdphobic to campaign, but ends up having a real heart to heart

The two talk for a solid hour and a half about their favorite moments from the latest season of Supernanny. The two leave feeling closer than they ever have before.

But even after all this work, @kaysarswhore still feels like she doesn’t have the votes. So, she decides to go out with a bang. She’s flipping a bed.

But not just any bed.

No.

She’s flipping the HOH BED!

@kaysarswhore convinces @shaolinbynature to let her use her bathroom, and once she’s alone inside, she gets the mattress up and out and over the railing, slamming it down into the kitchen. It almost lands on @shaolinbynature and breaking his arm!

The two get into a heated argument, where @shaolinbynature even calls for @kaysarswhore‘s expulsion, but she’s reality TV gold, so that’s never going to happen on Grodner’s watch. The two eventually settle down, and @kaysarswhore goes to sleep knowing she got the last laugh.

But there’s more to this house than strategy and fighting. In the HOH room the next night, once they managed to get the mattress back upstairs,

The two, who had been friends from the start, finally feel comfortable and alone enough to confess their true feelings for each other. In tears at the terrifying prospect of a showmance on national television, both of them comfort each other until they feel like their bond has never been stronger.

Across the house, in the Have Not room while everyone is asleep or outside, another secret relationship is developing

@pawn2393: “No one can ever find out how much I really like you. @kaysarswhore and @nomwastaken would KILLLLL me”

@ashleaevans: “Well that’s why, when we vote her out this week, we’ll be good! No worries until then!”

The two continue talking until they fall asleep, strengthening their secret bond.

The next day is EVICTION DAY!

Arisa: “Hello everyone! We have a big night, so let’s get straight to it!”

@kaysarswhore: “Hello again from the block! I have faith in my alliance, and I ask all of you to please not send me to jury with @lahallucinations, because she’ll rip into me! I sent her home! Keep me around, let me play, let’s have some fun!”

@remember-caltoru: “I also have faith in my alliance, and I hope all of you make the logical decision tonight! It’s game suicide to keep her in the house any longer, it makes no sense! She’s a beast, and she will walk away with this win if you don’t take your shot now. That’s all!”

Arisa: “Let’s vote!”

Of course, @ashleaevans is voting out @kaysarswhore. He’s tired of this rivalry and wants it to END! But it looks like he may not get that wish, because @kaysarswhore‘s campaigning worked really well.

The rest of the six votes all fall in favor of @kaysarswhore. Even @phylisisley votes out @remember-caltoru, saying “I just need @shaolinbynature to know what it feels like to have the vote flipped on her, even if it doesn’t matter. I’ll never do it again, but I wanted to return the favor”

Arisa: “Remember, when I reveal the name of the evicted houseguest, they will have one minute to gather their belongings, say their goodbyes, and exit the Big Brother house”

Arisa: “Come on out, @remember-caltoru!”

Arisa: “What happened? Wasn’t this supposed to be an easy vote?”

@remember-caltoru: “It was! I have no idea what went wrong, I’m still in shock right now.”

Arisa: “Why do you think your alliance chose @kaysarswhore over you?”

@remember-caltoru: “Honestly, it was probably the comp wins. She had an edge over me, and I guess they felt like they could rely on her to keep the power on their side. They were STUPID to do that but they did!”

Arisa: “We are so sorry to see you go, but stay right there.”

Arisa gathers the houseguests back in the living room for an announcement.

Arisa: “Tonight, @remember-caltoru is not the only houseguest going home. That’s right, it’s DOUBLE EVICTION NIGHT!”

The houseguests are all floored, but head to the backyard for the HOH competition.

@phylisisley and @ashleaevans keep getting correct answer after correct answer, but in the end, the winner is…

@ashleaevans! You have secured your safety and earned the right to nominate two of your fellow houseguests for eviction! And because we’re on a time crunch, I’ll need you to make those nominations now.

@ashleaevans: “This decision isn’t hard for me, I know what I need to do. The two of you are coming after me, and stopping me from playing the game I want to play (He steals a glance at @pawn2393 when he says that). I have decided to nominate…

Neither of the two of them are surprised, but this is the first time @kaysarswhore is feeling the heat. Of course, everything is riding on the veto

It looks like this veto is the Block Destoyers vs. @ashleaevans!

Another elimination style competition means intense gameplay! After a quick-fire version of this competition, the winner is…

@kaysarswhore! And again because of the time crunch, we need your decision now!

@ashleaevans: “I didn’t want to have to name a replacement nominee, but you are the person who’s closest to @kaysarswhore. You’ve also been flying way too far under the radar for my comfort. I’m sorry, but…

Arisa: “Nominees are finalized! Let’s hear those last chance pleas!”

@nomwastaken: “I have been nothing but loyal in this game, and I know that I have the loyalty to continue. Keep me and know that I am on your side. That’s it.”

@nerdphobic: “I have never once thought of backstabbing my alliance; I can’t say the same for @nomwastaken. I’ve only been under the radar because I can’t win a comp to save my life. Please keep me here. Please.”

Arisa: “It’s clear that both of you are stressed, so let’s get to this vote and end it!”

The votes are tied up so far! @kaysarswhore, even though she has a close bond with @nerdphobic, knows her chances of going further lie with @nomwastaken. @pawn2393 feels the same. @misshoh makes the hard call to vote out her number 1 @nomwastaken, saying “I just can’t win against you in the end” through lots and lots of tears. @kelleekim feels like @nomwastaken did him wrong in a past life and is happy to vote him out. How will the showmance vote?

Before the vote, both of them discussed and agreed to split their votes! They wanted to make the big alliance sweat, and put @ashleaevans�� in the hot seat at the same time.

So we have a TIE!!!!

Arisa: “Houseguests, the votes are in. We have a tie. @ashleaevans, when you’re ready, please stand and cast your vote to evict.”

@ashleaevans: “I am going to cast my vote for the bigger threat, and I need to do what’s best for my game. I have decided…

Arisa: “It’s official, @nomwastaken you are evicted. Come on out!”

Arisa: “The DE casualty! What happened?”

@nomwastaken: “I have no clue! I have no idea why these people voted to keep @nerdphobic over me!”

Arisa: “What do you think is going on in that house?”

@nomwastaken: “I think a lot of secret deals are going on, probably involving @nerdphobic. How else would I go over him??”

Arisa: “It is a shame to see you go, but we’ll see you back here on finale night when you will help crown a winner!

Now that there are only 8 left, the game only gets hotter! From outside the Big Brother house, I’m Arisa Cox, and remember, someone is aaaaaaalways watching!”

@remember-caltoru and @nomwastaken you LEGENDS I’m so sorry you left like this, this episode was MESS to write bc I never saw anything coming

#bb22 #bbsim #bbsim first boots #bb

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