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AHHH 11! 11! 11!
decided to combine these into one :)
11: Telling them a dumb joke just to see them smile
22: Listening to them while they vent
âAnd Iâm guessinâ he didnât apologize?â Boothill drawls, working his jaw.
âOf fucking course he didnât!â you huff, gesticulating wildly. âHe acted like I was the one inconveniencing him â like it wasn't his dog that was off-leash and fucking tackling people!â
âBastard better be glad it didn't hurt ya,â he mutters darkly, âor I'd need to introduce him to my gun.â
You slump down into yourself, pressing your face into your hands and making a frustrated noise, long and loud. He places a comforting hand on your back, tracing slow, gentle circles to soothe you. Finally, you settle, sighing wearily.
âMore trouble than it's worth,â you mumble, rubbing at your temples. âI just need to stop thinking about it. There's really nothing else to be done right now.â
Well, if it were up to him, he'd knock on the guy's door and deck him for being a moron, but you never like it when he tries to resolve minor disputes like this with his fists, so he'll let it go â for your sake.
He hums in acknowledgement, examining you for a long moment as silence descends between you. Your shoulders are still tense, and he can hear that your heart rate is still a bit faster than usual, so you're clearly still thinking about itâŚ
Maybe he can give you a hand.
âWhat's the difference between a piano, a tuna, and a pot of glue?â he suddenly asks, utterly nonchalant.
You go still under his touch, and when you look up from your hands, your expression is completely baffled. â...Is this another one of your weird fucking anecdotes?â
âI ain't tellinâ,â he says, a small note of smugness in his voice. âC'mon, guess!â
You scrunch your brows in thought. âUh⌠Something about tuning a piano?â
He smirks. âClose. You can tuna piano, but ya can't piano a tuna.â
You snicker, and his heart swells at the sight of your smile. Then, you raise a brow expectantly. âWhat about the glue?â
His grin widens as he waggles one finger at you. âAh, I knew you'd get stuck there.â
He watches in open delight as you pause, then burst into laughter, shaking your head and rolling your eyes in playful exasperation. âThat's so stupid.â
He shrugs, unbothered. âIt made ya laugh, so it did its job.â
You finally straighten your posture, eyeing him fondly for a moment, a little smile on your face. âYou're too sweet,â you mumble, a gentle sort of warmth in your eyes.
He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âOnly for you, angel.â
(He'll never get tired of that expression on your face â that look of complete and utter adoration, something quieter than awe but somehow just as grand. He's sure he looks just the same.)
âHm⌠What'sââ you suddenly snicker, biting your lip in a fruitless effort to keep yourself together. âWhat's the difference between a garbanzo bean and a chickpea?â
He tilts his head quizzically. âThey're the same thing, ain't they?â
âNope,â you say, broken up by laughter. âI wouldn't pay ten thousand credits to have a garbanzo bean on my face.â
He blinks at you cluelessly for a moment, the gears in his brain churning. Your smile widens even further as you watch his expression shift. In thought, he murmurs, âA chickpea on yourâŚâ
The joke hits him all at once, and he bursts into laughter, wild and hearty.
âThat's awful!â he laughs, pressing one hand to his face as you snicker.
âIt made you laugh,â you sing, bumping his shoulder with yours.
(God, he loves you.)
âAlright, alright,â he chuckles, then clears his throat in a futile attempt to compose himself. âSo, a cat and a dog were leadinâ a caravan aâ pioneersâŚâ
On and on and on it goes, until the memory of your irritation fades into oblivion and laughter rushes in to fill the gaps.
(He loves your smile too much to let you stay angry for long, after all.)
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#first joke was stolen from a recent Tumblr post but i couldn't find it again unfortunately#also if you're curious how the last joke ends..#âthe cat was in charge of the front wagon and the dog was in charge of the tail wagonâ#was gonna wait until tomorrow to post this but this was topical bc im dealing with something very irritating#so woe. double sal post be upon ye#sal.txt#boothill x reader#reader insert#x reader#boothill#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#felt weird to do the tag list on this one since i just posted yesterday lol#buuuut if i start second guessing what i should tag for and what i shouldn't it's gonna get messy lol#gn reader#fluff
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bandmates part 4!!
pairings: bass player!ellie x lead singer reader
summary: time for the gig but of course there has to be drama through the bliss
warnings: cussing, a little bit of angst, ellie being a dumb dumb
part 1, part 2, part 3
a/n: iâm going to be posting these more often alongside new things! iâm making a tag list so if you want to be on it comment please!
todays the day of the gig. you were more nervous than usual which is weird because usually youâre fine but youâre sweating buckets right now pacing around your room. you did your makeup and already had your usual punk rock ish attire on. you were running your hands through your hair and pacing back and forth. you couldnât stop thinking about last night. after you said you had liked ellie, dina and jesse stormed in and we havenât spoken about it since then.
âhey bee you okay?â you halted your actions and turned to face ellie.
âyeah yeah iâm fine- just fine.â you said and turned back around. you didnât hear ellie move closer until she put her arms around you and your nerves instantly meddled down. she rested her head on your shoulder and you smiled a little.
âare you sure bee?â she whispered in your ear and your cheeks flushed. ellie turned you around to face her, she put her hand under your chin. you felt like you were in a trance almost. just so focused and entranced by her. she pulled your face to kiss you in the cheek.
âif itâs about yesterday we can talk about it after the show so we arenât worrying about the show yeah?â you nodded and smiled at her she smiled back and placed a quick kiss to your lips.
âokay we gotta go.â
âŚ
you guys got to the venue about an hour ago and go on second to last. youâre all in the dressing room warming up. youâre walking around doing vocal warm ups, ellie is warming up on bass, dina is warming up vocals and guitar and jesse is doing some arm exercises.
âhey.â
âhey whatâs up d?â you stop pacing and turn to dina.
âso donât be mad-â
âoh god whatâs up?â
âcats hereâŚâ you whip your head towards the door and see cat and ellie talking. oh god
âwhy is she here she never comes to our shows?!â
âfuckin beats meâŚno one wants her here not even ellie-â you both turned to look and ellie looked at us and mouthed âhelp meâ you both giggled and shrugged your shoulders.
âwe go on soon though so get ready.â
âoh shit okay.â you rushed to grab your ear piece and make your way to ellie.
âhey donât mean to interrupt but i need help getting set up. els please?â
âoh yeah of course.â you lifted the back of your shirt to have her hook up the ear piece to your skirt. you and cat made eye contact and she gave you a disgusted look and you just smiled at her. you thanked ellie and let her know that weâre on in about 10.
you made your way back over to your things and made sure you had everything. you grabbed your water and followed everyone else to the side of the stage.
âyou ready?â
âready as iâll ever be.â you smiled at ellie and made your way on stage. this is the time ellie watches you the most. she canât take her eyes off of you actually. ellie will always be looking over at you while you sing, you just look so passionate about singing. ellie is so in love with you.
âŚ
you guys had sang four of your own songs and have one more left. you were sweaty and your throat was killing you but the show much go on.
âhowâs everyone doing tonight?â you yelled and the crowd yelled back at you.
âwe only have one more song for you tonight and itâs a little different than usual. this song means quite a bit to me as itâs about a very important person.â everyone cheered and you grabbed some water because the music started up again.
iâve never known someone like you
tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue
don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me
i guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh, and you
it didnât take long to put two and two together that you and ellie had something going on. you and ellie were staring at each other the whole time while singing the song.
finding the right words to use for this song
i have you in mind so it won't take so long
never thought I'd find you but you're here
and so I love you
not once did you two look away from each other.
iâm not wrong
when I say I've been stuck
by the glue onto you
iâve been stuck by glue
right onto you
iâve been stuck by glue
you guys finished the song and everyone cheered. you were smiling from ear to ear so much it hurt. you guys ran off stage and all cheered with each other.
âthat was probably our best show yet!!â
âletâs go get drinks !!â jesse yelled and pulled dina to the dressing room. leaving you and ellie alone.
âyou did a great job bee. iâm so proud of you.â she threw her arm around your shoulders.
âthank you els i think the song was a crowd hit.â
âoh it absolutely was! it all came together you sounded amazing.â she pulled you closer and kissed your head. everything felt perfect but of course it just canât last.
you guys walked back to the dressing room and just outside cat was waiting. she caught a glimpse of ellie and ran to her, she hugged her and basically pushed you away. you rolled your eyes and scoffed at her.
âhey iâll catch up with you guys in a bit let me just talk to cat.â she smiled at you and you nodded walking into the room. you audibly groaned.
âwhatâs wrong?â
âcat of course is sooo happy to see ellie.â you rolled your eyes and started to get your things together.
âoh jesus.â dina rolled her eyes. âcome on letâs just get everything together so we can leave.â you nodded and grabbed your bag and put away your things in a case. you guys started to make your way to the car to put things away. you were the first to walk out, remember when you said everything was perfect?
you turned the corner and lo and behold cat and ellie are kissing. you let out a small gasp and just stood frozen.
âwhatâs wrong?â dina came out of the room and looked at the two.
âoh honeyâŚâ she pulled you in and you just stood there shocked simply because just earlier ellie was so lovey with you even asking to talk about what you guys were after the show.
âletâs go come on.â dina pulled you away and let jesse know that you guys werenât going to come back in. you now had tears in your eyes trying not to openly sob in this hallway.
âyouâre a fuckin idiot ellie.â dina stopped you both and you looked at ellie. she whipped her head around to dina wondering why the hell sheâs saying this and then looked at you seeing you crying.
âwhat happ-â before she could even finish dina pulled you away to the car. it feels like the world is in slow motion thereâs so much going on. you want it to stop. you want everything to go back to normal.
âŚ
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Hiiii! I hope today's been good to you. This is regarding your weirder asks post. I hope you don't mind :D
2, 21, 44, and 50?
:O thank you so much for the asks!! Yesterday was okay, felt some sad creep in but I was able to combat it with some music and sleep. I just woke up for the day. c:
How is your day/evening going?? đ
2. lighter or matches?
This was harder than I thought. I love the feel of playing with matches but lighters scare me significantly less so I'll have to go with those! The clickies bring me sensory comfort.
21. something you've kept since childhood?
I think the oldest thing I have would be my stuffed build-a-bear rabbit named Joe (named after Joe Jonas lmfaooo) that I got when I was probably 11-12? He's looking worse for wear but he's still doing his best every day.
44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?
Hmmm. This is really hard because I do my best to stay away from anything negative in my life (yeah my voluntary blissful ignorance is gonna hurt me one day). Idk if I'd ever really wish anyone death, but if I had to choose something close to it for someone, I'd choose Trump, maybe? Or Ron DeSantis. That clown has been fucking Florida up more so than usual recently.
50. can I tag you in random stuff??
absolutely!! And this goes for anyone else too. I love being thought about and seeing what reminds people of me. Especially when it's a tag game (asks, picrew, etc.) Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged too! I can add you to my list for games. đ
Ask me weird things!!
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Getting to know your BL mutuals - 2022 Edition
Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answers!
Thank you for the tags @negrowhat @callipigio @respectthepetty @lelephantsnail and @firstkanaphans! I loved reading your answers.
What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?
I only started watching BL in July, so the genre as a whole took me as a surprise. And early on I didn't really know what to expect, so I wasn't really surprised by anything. But recently both Big Dragon and Eternal Yesterday have moved me in unexpected ways. Big Dragon because the story ended up being so different, and much more interesting, than the first episode led me to expect, and Eternal Yesterday because I started it having basically no idea what to expect and it's blown me away with it's storytelling and it's weird concept that somehow is tender and heartbreaking and funny and so very human.
What has been the BL that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?
Probably I would say Color Rush. I know it didn't come out this year, but that's when I saw it. It was one of the earliest BLs I watched, and I went into it with high expectations based on hearing great things about it and it just didn't work for me. I was intrigued by the concept, the execution just felt too sketched out to make it work for me. (Also I really wished that the only time it shifted into color was when the dude whose name and sci-fi identity I forget was actually seeing in color, and that it was in black and white for the rest. That alone would have made the world building feel more solid.) That said, I'm curious to re-watch it (since it's so short) and see if my opinion changes with a lot more BL under my belt.
If we're talking shows this year, probably Senpai This Can't Be Love! which started off intriguing, and then just kind of fizzled out. I didn't even watch the last two episodes. War of Y was more frustrating and infuriating, but I didn't have expectations for it in the first place so I wasn't that disappointed.
What has been your favorite BL this year?
AHH! How do I chose??? The ones I've given 10/10 have been: I Told Sunset About You, Bad Buddy, Old Fashion Cupcake, Utsukushii Kare (My Beautiful Man), Semantic Error, Blueming, and To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories. But even though I was a bit frustrated with the ending, the one that felt most like my show as I watched it week to week was The Eclipse. So maybe I will put that.
What are your favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)?
I made another post listing my top ten BL relationships so I will copy and paste it here. I don't know if my "couple" list would be different, but in making this one I was thinking specifically about the way they love each other, and if it felt like a love I believed.
Qi Zhang & Ye Guang (About Youth)
Pat & Pran (Bad Buddy)
Da-woon & Si-won (Blueming)
Mark & Vee (Love Mechanics)
Hira & Kiyoi (Utsukushii Kare/My Beautiful Man)
Nozue & Togawa (Old Fashion Cupcake)
Jae-young and Sang-woo (Semantic Error)
Seo-joon & Ji-woo (To My Star & TMS2)
Fighter & Tutor (Why R U?)
Akk & Ayan (The Eclipse)
I wrote that in October, so I'd now add See-eiw & Cake (My Only 12%) and Yai and Mangkorn (Big Dragon) to the list. And Mitsuru & Koichi (Eternal Yesterday) will probably end up on there once it finishes.
If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?
Hmm. I'm taking this to mean someone who's never seen BL before. Probably Semantic Error or Old Fashion Cupcake. Both are really well crafted series, and are simple but still nuanced and interesting stories. I'd also put Bad Buddy on the list, in some ways it exists in conversation with other Thai BL, but it was the first I watched (besides ITSAY) and it still made sense to me and in a way that made it a good intro to Thai BL. There are many other shows that are a little odder or more difficult (ITSAY, Utsukushii Kare, Blueming) that I think could be a great introduction for the right person, but I wouldn't give them as a blanket rec.
And it's far, far too early to say as it's only been one episode, but if My School President keeps it up, that would be on the list as a tropey Thai high school BL expertly executed.
What's your non-BL favorite for this year?
I have watched very little that wasn't BL this year. But The Devil Judge, despite being pretty obviously a gay romance story under the censorship, isn't technically a BL so I will say that one. If I'm allowed to go back to fall of 2021, (it ended less than a year ago!) I will put Wheel of Time.
Being late to the party means that a lot of you all have done this already, but as far as I could tell @thequeenofsastiel @petrichoraline @iguessitsjustme @biochemjess @bengiyo @benkaaoi @chawarin-panich @asdfghjklmpff @aliceisathome @clairificusrex @respectthepetty @poetry-protest-pornography @waitmyturtleshaven't yet.
#g2ky BL mutuals 2022#tag games#about gillianthecat#it took over a week but i got to it eventually#big dragon#eternal yesterday#the devil judge#color rush#semantic error#utsukushii kare#bad buddy#old fashion cupcake#i told sunset about you#my school president#blueming#ql lists
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Two Homes (part 5/7) - Nikolai Lantsov
Request: no Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader Summary: even though you were determined to leave the palace as soon as you could, you now find yourself waking up in a luxurious room of the palace months later Warnings: angst Word count: 4.7K..... yea A/N: for the sake of this series, nikolai never gave alina the lantsov emerald lol also this turned out longer than I planned it to be but do I regret it? maybe a bit not in the slightest, enjoy reading! :) (also I know I posted part 4 like yesterday but I want this one out there cause a lot happens & I want to post part 6 & 7 so bad) PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART TAG LIST (two homes and/or all grishaverse fics): @godsofwriting@im-constantly-fangirling @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15@dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler @romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey (if your name is in bold it means I couldn't tag you) @sanktaesperanza @whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 add yourself to my tag lists hereÂ
For someone who had dreaded going to Os Alta, you find yourself starting to actually like it. After pulling you aside, out of earshot of your father, Nikolai explained to you why he told your father heâd picked you as his bride.
When he told you it was to ensure he couldnât control your life any longer, you got confused, asking him why he would do such thing. In response, he recalled the conversation you had at the gardens, when you told him your father had been controlling your entire life, and how people had made decisions for him his entire life as well.Â
Nikolai merely said he thought you deserved to make your own choices for once. Even if it meant living at the palace, far away from Ketterdam.
You had agreed to stay at the palace. You knew you couldnât go back to Ketterdam now. The news of Nikolai picking you as his bride would probably travel faster than youâd like to.
While you did like Nikolai, and you enjoyed the little time you had spent with him, you made it clear you still didnât want to marry him. That a part of still longed for Ketterdam.Â
Nikolai listened to you explaining your choices, and respected them. While both of you knew all eyes would be on you after announcing the engagement, you also knew you couldnât push it back any further. Not after all the rumours.Â
He did agree to wait with picking an actual wedding date, giving you enough time to get used to your new life. You had told him you had no intention of marrying him, but over time you found yourself thinking more and more about it.
Youâre amazed by the palace, and the life you live now. Every day, you walk around the palace, finding new routes and rooms. You start to think you might never see all of it in one lifetime. And you visit the gardens as well.Â
You keep the yellow flower Nikolai had given you next to the mirror in your room. But youâd never tell him that, heâd tease you endlessly about it.Â
As more weeks pass by, you spend more time with Nikolai, as well as his triumvirate. Heâd invited you to few of their meetings, telling you if you ever did get married, youâd have to attend them as well. And the sooner you got used to it, the better.
At first, it felt a little weird. You walk around with Nikolai and everyone knows you as his future bride. While it feels odd, Nikolaiâs presence is a comforting one. And the more you get to know him, the more you actually start to like him. Maybe staying at the palace wouldnât be so bad as you thought it would be.
He spends a lot of time getting to know you. You have long conversations about your life in Ketterdam and his time in the army. About both of your dreams for the future, and what you want to achieve. But you also talk about small and simple things such as your favourite dish, or a book you love.Â
Most of the talks take place in the gardens or your room. You like getting to know the Nikolai beneath the mantle of king. You start to realise the two of you arenât so different. If you had been born in a different city, you might have been childhood friends.Â
On a particularly sunny spring morning, the two of you walk around the gardens again. Nikolai doesnât even have to offer his arm to you, you already place your hand on it. After some time, youâve slipped into an easy morning routine, which sometimes includes a walk through the gardens.
âHow long until the Summers Week blooms again?â you ask him as you walk past the familiar bush.
Nikolai glances at the same bush. âProbably a couple of months.â he says. âWhy do you ask?â
âI think theyâre beautiful.â you as the two of you sit down on the same bench you sat on so many months ago, when you had escaped the ball. âIt really is a shame they only bloom for such a short period of time.âÂ
âDo you still have that one flower I gave you when we met?â asks Nikolai.
You glare at him. You just know heâd never let you forget it if he knew you kept it. âYes.â you say. âI wouldnât throw it away.â
And indeed, a smug look appears on Nikolaiâs face. âIâm delighted you didnât throw it away.â he says.Â
You playfully roll your eyes. âI expect a new one when they bloom again.â you say.
âIâll make sure to give you one, sweetheart.â he says with a smile.Â
You feel your cheeks heat up at the mention of the nickname. Heâd called you nicknames on more than one occasion. You still werenât used to it. Maybe it had to do something with the fact that Nikolai seems to always look good.
You look at the bush again, getting lost in your thoughts. Nikolai seems to notice. After a while of silence, he speaks up.
âWhatâs on your mind?â he asks you.
You wonder when get got so good at reading your face. âIâve been thinking about, well, all of this.â you say, gesturing to the gardens and the palace behind you.Â
Nikolai turns so he can properly look at you. âAnd?â he says.
âI have to admit, life at the grand palace isnât as bad as I thought it would be. And it has been nice not to have my father following me around all day long. I still miss Ketterdam, but maybe not as much as I used to.â you say.Â
You briefly look at Nikolai and notice a faint smile on his lips as heâs listening to you.
âPlus, the company isnât so bad.â you say. âI know I made it clear I didnât want this. But the time I've spent here has been very nice. Everyone is so kind, and I love the walks around the palace.â
âWhat exactly are you saying, Y/N?â says Nikolai, though the look on his face tells you he already knows.Â
You take a deep breath. âIâm saying Iâm willing to do this. I think I could be happy here. Iâm willing to marry you. Even it itâs just for the sake of Ravka. Iâd rather marry you than some old merchant back in Kerch.â you say.
Nikolai smiles. âThatâs good to hear.â he says. âWas it my dashing smile or charming personality that made you decide to stay?â
âDonât get cocky now, Nikolai.â you chuckle.
âSweetheart, have you actually met me? Iâll always be cocky.â he says.Â
You laugh and Nikolai reaches out to take one of your hands in his.
âBut on a more serious note, I really am glad you decided to stay. I didnât lie when I said youâre nice company.â he says. âAnd now I can finally give you this.â
He gets something out of his pocket and holds it in his closed fist.
âClose your eyes.â he says.
You slightly raise your eyebrows. âReally?â you say.Â
âReally.â says Nikolai, smirking at you.
You do as he says and close your eyes. You feel how Nikolai lifts your hand and slides something on your finger. You feel the weight of it on your finger and can tell what it is before Nikolai tells you to open your eyes.
A ring with a beautiful green emerald sits on your finger. Your lips part in surprise. He doesnât even have to say it, you know this ring.
âThis is the Lantsov emerald.â you say as you look at him.
âItâs really just an emerald like any others.â says Nikolai, looking at your hand which is still in his. âBut that is what most people call it, yes.â
You admire the ring on your finger. âItâs beautiful.â you say. When you look up, you see Nikolai looking at you with an odd expression on his face.
âWhat is it?â you say.
He simply smiles at you and shakes his head. âNothing.â he says. He gets up and offers you his arm again. âShall we go back to the palace? Itâs almost lunch time.âÂ
You nod and get up as well but instead of laying your hand on his arm, you grab his hand and intertwine your fingers with his instead. The two of you walk back to the palace, and you try to ignore the way people look at your left hand, clearly eyeing the emerald ring.Â
This would be yet another rumour that would spread impossibly fast. You had to write another letter to the Crow Club soon. Youâd rather have your friends find out through you, than because of rumours.Â
Youâd been writing letters to the Crows since you decided you stay at the palace. You told them about your life at the palace, and in return they told you what was going on in Ketterdam.Â
You loved receiving letters from them. They each took turns writing you, and all of them signed the letter.Â
Once you had lunch, Nikolai got called away to another meeting, and you went to your room to write a letter to Ketterdam. As usual, you started off by asking them how they were doing, if any jobs went wrong, and a new prediction on how many card games Jesper had lost.Â
You then wrote about finally accepting the fact youâd marry Nikolai. Despite the chances being low they could attend, you invited them to the wedding anyway. You told them youâd send them a formal invitation with the date as soon as you picked a date.Â
And then the chaos started. Genya insisted on being in charge of the planning, and she also sketched you a few designs for your wedding dress. They were all equally stunning, and you couldnât pick one. Eventually, Nikolai picked the one he thought would suit you best.
Zoya was in charge of putting together the guest list. When she asked you who you wanted to invite, you gave her the names of the Crows. She seemed a bit taken aback youâd invite them because after all, they were criminals. You hadnât yet told her youâd been part of the Crows for many years as well.
When you looked at the list she was writing, you noticed your fatherâs name on it as well. Heâd sent you many letters, which you ignored. You took the pen from Zoyaâs hand and crossed his name off the list without a word.Â
Time seemed to fly by at an alarmingly speed. Before you know it, you wake up on the morning of your wedding. Until this day, it seemed like a strange concept somehow. As if you couldnât fully realise it.Â
But when your eyes land on your wedding dress, you feel like for the first time, the realisation of whatâs about to happen finally sinks in. You would marry Nikolai. You would take his name and you would become a queen. Of a country thatâs not even your own.
A knock on your door catches you off guard and you call for them to come in. Genya enters, followed by a few servants. Sheâs beaming at you, clearly excited about today.
âAre you ready?â she says.
âMore like the most nervous Iâve ever been.â you say.
Genya smiles at you as she sits down on the bed next to you. âI understand youâre nervous.â she says. âBut I promise you itâll be alright. Weâll all be here right beside you. And itâs just one day.â
âOne day of ceremonies and traditions and then Iâm a queen.â you say, having an uneasy feeling in your stomach.Â
âNikolai will be there by your side. And we will be there as well.â says Genya. âNow letâs get you in that dress.â
She rises to her feet and motions for you to get up as well. You hesitate.Â
âCould you, um, go and get Nikolai?â you ask her, avoiding her eyes. âI want to talk to him.â
âOf course.â she says and she immediately leaves the room. You get up and start to pace the room, ignoring the servants who are patiently waiting for you. It doesnât take long for Genya to return with Nikolai.Â
Nikolai smiles at you and asks the servants and Genya to leave the room, which they do.Â
By the looks of it, Genya caught him while he was getting dressed. His hair is still messy and his shirt is hastily tucked into his pants. He walks up to you, looking at you.
âWhat can I do for you?â he says.Â
âIâm nervous.â you say.
âIf it helps, Iâm nervous too.â he says.
âBut you always manage to hide it behind a curtain of flirty comments and confidence.â you say. âI wish I could do that.â
âY/N, just because I always know what to say, doesnât mean I donât get nervous.â says Nikolai.
He reaches out to take your hand in his and walks you back to your bed, where you sit down.Â
âListen, itâs completely normal to be nervous. Itâs a big day. A lot of important people are going to be present. But I want you to be okay with this, so do you still want to do this?â he says.
You look at him and frown. âYes, of course!â you say. âWeâre not going to cancel this whole thing because Iâm nervous. I just hope I wonât throw up because of the nerves.â
Nikolai chuckles. âIâm sure youâll be fine.â he says. âIf it makes you feel better, we could practice.âÂ
You frown again. âPractice what? I know how weddings work, Nikolai.â you say.Â
âIt wasnât the entire wedding I was talking about.â says Nikolai.Â
You look at him, waiting for him to continue. He looks at your lips instead.Â
âOh.â you say softly. That was what he meant.Â
Nikolai slowly inches closer to you, leaning in. His eyes switch from your lips to your eyes, silently asking permission. You give the barest of nods and Nikolai closes the remaining space between you, softly pressing his lips against yours.Â
You close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his lips on yours. All of the nerves seem to leave your body as you easy into him. When he pulls away, your faces are still close to each other.
âWell if thatâs what you call practicing, I wonder what the real thing is going to do to top that.â you say.
Nikolai laughs at your words. âYouâre getting better at your comebacks with every passing day, sweetheart.â he says.
âI learn from the best.â you say, smiling at him.
âAre you ready for this?â says Nikolai.
âI am now.â you say with a hint of newfound confidence.Â
Nikolai nods and gets up. âIâll call Genya back.â he says.
You get up as well and walk with him to the door. Before opening it, Nikolai takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles. With a wink, he opens the door and steps out into the hallway.
Once Genya and the servants enter, she immediately drags you over and pushes you into a chair to do your hair.
âYou donât seem nervous anymore.â she says.Â
âIâm not.â you say. âNikola and I, uh, talked about it.â you say, unable to stop your cheeks from turning red.Â
Genya smiles knowingly at you. âIâm sure it was a good talk then.â she says, emphasising the word âtalkâ.Â
âIt was.â you say, avoiding her eyes.
The smile never leaves Genyaâs face as she finishes with doing your hair. The servants help you to get in the dress, and you finally look at yourself in the mirror. Genya had really outdone herself with the dress. It looks beautiful on you, as if it was meant to be.
You turn to look at her. âThank you.â you say. âTruly. Itâs perfect.âÂ
âDonât thank me. Nikolai is the one who picked the dress.â she says. âAre you ready to go?â
You take a deep breath and nod. Genya links her arm through yours and you start walking toward the small chapel on the palace grounds. The guests had already arrived and were gathered inside. You can hear them talking and chatting excitedly even outside the chapel.
Genya hugs you tightly and disappears inside the chapel. After a few deep breaths to calm yourself again, you firmly plant your feet on the ground. No going back now.Â
The doors to the chapel open and you watch as the guests all rise. A last deep breath, and you start walking. Were there really this many people on the list Zoya had put together?
You start to feel nervous again, but then you see Nikolai looking at you. Heâs smiling brightly, and looks very handsome. You remember the feeling of his lips on yours, and find your confidence once more.Â
You slowly walk down the aisle, smiling as well, and your eyes are fixed on Nikolai. When you finally make it to the front of the chapel, Nikolai smiles as you stop walking.Â
âStill nervous?â he whispers softly, so only you can hear it.Â
âNot anymore, thanks to you.â you whisper back.Â
You take a quick look at the crowd. You only recognise the people that lived at the palace as well. Thankfully, you donât see your father in the crowd. But your heart sinks as you donât spot your Crows either. They didnât come.Â
You had invited them. Maybe they feared being captured if they risked coming to Os Alta? Whatever their reason was, youâre sure it was a good one. Youâd send them a letter after the wedding, asking them if maybe an important job had come up. But still, it hurt a little they wouldnât attend your wedding.Â
The wedding itself seems to last minutes. Youâre only focused on Nikolai. He holds your hand and youâre grateful he does. It helps keep you grounded. You had expected the wedding to be grand because after all, it is a royal one. But once you leave the chapel, hand in hand with Nikolai, you realise it turned out to be even better than you expected.Â
The two of you are silent as you walk through the halls of the palace. You see the door to your room in the distance, but Nikolai walks right past it. When you raise your eyebrows in question at him, he points at the door to his room in the distance.
âTheyâd expect us to share a room. Itâd be a bit weird if we got married but sleep in separate rooms.â he says. âDonât worry, the bed is large enough to fit both of us without having to cuddle close. Not that I would mind if you did.â
You chuckle at his words as he opens the door to his room. Youâre thankful to be away from all the guests. You appreciated that they all came to attend the wedding, but you got tired of listening to their congratulations over and over again.Â
Once the door closes behind you, you immediately bend down to take off your heels. You watch as Nikolai shrugs off his suit jacket and runs a hand through his hair.Â
âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â he says.Â
âIt wasnât bad at all.â you say.Â
Nikolai studies your face. âBut thereâs something on your mind.â he says.
âI just...â your voice trails off as you try to find the best way to voice your thoughts. Nikolai takes your hand and pulls you down to sit on the bed with him.Â
âI thought they would come.â you say softly. âI invited them, and I know I havenât seen them in a while, but I thought theyâd at least come to my wedding. I spent years with them.âÂ
âMaybe something else got in the way? Maybe something came up and they simply couldnât make it?â suggest Nikolai.
You shake your head. âEven if Kaz would plan a job, Jesper and Nina would burn down all of Ketterdam if a job prevented them from attending my wedding.â you say. âI canât think of a single reason why they wouldnât come. I thought I meant more to them.âÂ
âWhat if you write them another letter? Iâm sure if you just ask them, theyâll explain why they couldnât be there.â says Nikolai.
âI was going to write them about it anyway.â you say. âBut first I want to change. As beautiful as this dress is, itâs incredibly heavy.â
âI had a servant move some of your belongings here already.â says Nikolai. âA part of the closet is now yours.â
âThank you.â you say and you walk over to the closet, opening it. You pick one of your comfortable dresses and go to the bathroom to change. When you get back, you see Nikolai hasnât changed yet. You didn't mind. He really looked good in a formal suit.Â
You move to sit behind Nikolaiâs desk to write a letter to Ketterdam. You try to sound polite, but a part of you wants to just write what youâre actually thinking. But the Crows mean the world to you, and you donât want to hurt them or piss them off.Â
Once you finish the letter, you seal it and hand it to a servant, telling them itâs urgent.Â
When you get back to the room, you find Nikolai sitting at his desk, fidgeting with something in his hands. Curiously, you walk over to him.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you say.
Nikolai looks up and holds out his hand to you. On his palm is a small boat, made out of a piece of rope. You carefully take it from his hand to examine it.
âHow did you learn how to make this?â you as him.
He shrugs. âA lot of practicing.â he says.Â
You smile and hand the little boat back to him. âItâs nice.â you say. âCould you teach me how to make one?â
Nikolai nods and pulls out a second chair for you. He spends the rest of the evening trying to teach you how to make a boat out of a piece of rope. While his fingers move smoothly and create the boats with ease, you struggle with it. After all, he had probably done it for many years, whereas youâre only trying it out for the first time.Â
When you successfully finish your first boat, you decide to call it a night and go to sleep. Nikolai hadnât been lying; the bed was big enough to fit the both of you comfortably without invading each otherâs personal space.Â
Your usual routines donât change much. Except for the fact you know share a room and a bed. And you notice there are more lingering glances between the two of you.Â
Like Nikolai had said, youâre expected to attend important meetings as well. You try to listen to it, but sometimes the meetings just arenât interesting in your eyes. Luckily you always sit next to Nikolai, who is able to nudge your leg with his boot if he thinks youâre starting to zone out.
You have breakfast together every morning, expect for the mornings when Nikolai isnât at the palace. You practice making boats out of rope, and youâre improving. Nikolaiâs still turn out better than yours, but youâre getting there.
Every day, you ask if thereâs mail for you. But somehow the Crows donât send letters as frequently as they used to. And they had never given you a proper explanation as to why they didnât attend your wedding.Â
Most of the times when youâre lost in thought, youâre thinking about Ketterdam. You hadnât been there in months, not since the ball. Itâs as if the longer you stay at the palace, the more you miss Ketterdam.Â
The city had always felt like home. And no matter how much you like spending time at the palace with Nikolai, you canât help but to feel guilty for being away from Ketterdam for so long. You miss the city, and you miss your Crows.
Nikolai must have noticed something is bothering you, but you dodge his questions. You try to come up with excuses, but eventually, he pulls you aside and stands in front of the door, preventing you from slipping away.
âOut with it.â he says. âWhat is going on?â
You look at him, not sure what to say.Â
âIs it our marriage? Do you regret it? Is that why youâre avoiding talking with me?â says Nikolai.
âOf course not!â you quickly say. âNikolai, I do not regret our marriage. I happen like you a lot.â
âThen what is it?â says Nikolai. âYouâre not yourself and I can tell something is bothering you. Let me help you.â
âI donât know where to start.â you say softly, lowering your head and looking at your feet. It all seemed so childish now.Â
âI miss Ketterdam.â you say softly. You feel tears burning behind your eyes. âI miss the harbour, and the tourists flooding the docks. I miss playing card games with Jesper, and going out with Nina. I miss talking with Inej and going over Kazâ plans with him. I even miss reading to Wylan and trying to win a drinking contest from Matthias. I miss the Crow Club, and their laughter. I miss all of it.âÂ
You see how Nikolaiâs feet step closer to you and his hands cup your face, tilting it upward so you look at him. He brushes a tear away with his thumb.
âItâs alright to miss Ketterdam.â he says. âYou left everything behind, I understand it if you miss it. Itâs been your home for so long.â
âBut this is my home now.â you say, your voice trembling slightly. âHere in Os Alta, with you. I shouldnât long to go back to Ketterdam as much as I do.â
Nikolai smiles at you, but thereâs a hint of sadness in his eyes. âI told you a long time ago I wonât let anyone else control the choices you make in life, sweetheart. If you want to go to Ketterdam, I think you should go.â he says.
You stare up at him, letting his words sink in. âBut Iâm your wife. Youâd let me go just like that?â you say.
âYou are indeed my wife. But Iâm not going to tell you how to live your life. If you think youâre happier in Ketterdam than you are at the palace, then you should go. Go and be happy.â he says.Â
âBut I'm happy with you too.â you say. âI just miss my home, thatâs all.â
He smiles again. âThen you should go home. This is not goodbye forever, you know.â he says.Â
âNot goodbye forever.â you say, repeating his words.Â
You stand on your toes and lean up to kiss him. Nikolai pulls you closer and you wrap your arms around his waist in response. When you pull back, he rests his forehead against yours.
âGo.â he says softly. âGo to your Ketterdam, go to your Crows. Iâm sure theyâd love to see you again.â
You nod and pull yourself out of his embrace. Nikolai watches you as you quickly pack a bag with some essentials. You canât bear to look at him again as you walk past him, out of the room.
You didnât know Nikolai followed you from a distance, to see you off. As soon as you got on a horse and left the gates, he stands at the top of the stairs that lead to the entrance of the palace.Â
He watches you as you become a smaller and smaller dot on the horizon. The triumvirate, who had seen the two of you leave, joins him on the steps, wondering what Nikolai is looking at.
âWas that Y/N? says Zoya. âWhere is she going?â
âBack to Ketterdam.â says Nikolai.
Zoya turns to Nikolai. âYou let her go?â she says. âSaints, Nikolai, why did you let her go?â
Nikolai doesnât say anything and continues to look at the horizon. Genya is studying Nikolaiâs face as he looks at you in the distance. Her lips part in surprise, but her eyes are sad.
âBecause he loves her.â says Genya.
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Bad Day, Worse Night
Word Count: 2051
Summary: Youâre having a bad day and just want to come home and stay in bed all night but your boyfriend is on a mission to cheer you up and turn your bad day into a good night. But he doesnât have the best of luck.Â
A/N: I wasnât going to post today after dropping a bunch of stuff yesterday but kind of like writing Kelly Nickels so I had to write this piece today. I know youâre all probably getting tired of this but I want to thank everyone for engaging in the posts. Let me know if there are any characters you prefer me writing for or if you want something more specific please feel free to request HERE. Thanks everyone!
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Part One: Bad Day
The door burst open with a crash so loud Kelly looked up from the couch where he was picking at his bass. When the door slammed shut with a louder slam, his eyebrow shot up. You stormed past him into the bedroom slamming another door making the beer he had on the table shake from the force. If he didnât reach out it would have spilled all over the coffee table.
âLove, by slamming the doors are you trying to tell me something?â He called from the couch. Instead of a response he heard muffled screaming coming from the room. âTake that as a yes.â He muttered to himself as he moved to the bedroom, opening the door that was just slammed.
âGo away.â You mumbled into the pillow. Kelly sat down beside you on the bed, pushing your hair behind your ear. You were so mad about the day that you had at work and just needed to calm down.
It had been one of those days where if it could go wrong it had. Everyone had been screaming at you all day, from customers to the manager it seemed everyone had a bone to pick with you. It felt like you had gone through a boxing match with your emotions and you were holding on by a tiny string. A string that was frazzled, tired, and ready to break at the slightest provocation.
âDo you want to talk about it?â He asked, rubbing your back. You shifted, laying your head on his lap, his fingers working through your hair. His touch calming you down and make you take a mental step back from the ledge you were about to fall off of.
âI hate the world.â You muttered curling into him and sighing out a deep breath. You heard your boyfriend scoff at this.
âHow can you hate the world when I am your world?â Kelly countered. The smile tugging at your lips let him know that he was on the right track to putting you in a good mood. âWe canât go about wallowing in misery. The first option is we go take a bath, drink whiskey, invite some people over and have a party or you can get dolled up and Iâll take you out so that you donât retreat into yourself like a hermit.â You thought for a second about his offer. Not really wanting to be around anyone.
âI pick C. I stay here in my moody bubble and wallow in my self pity feeling sorry for myself.â You told him, kicking off your heels and reaching for the blanket so you could stay in bed all day. He stood up, letting your head fall to the place he was just sitting and a whiny sound came out of your mouth. âKelly, come back and rub my hair. That was so nice.â You propped your head up on your hands, looking as he opened the closet door, flipping through some hangers.
âHere. Get dressed.â He threw you a dress that you recognized, it was one of his favorites, smirking as you hit your head against the mattress. âHey, Y/N stop being dramatic.â You threw a pillow at him as he left wishing it was a lamp and could do more damage. Youâd show him dramatic if he wanted to be like that.
Kelly had picked out a short silky dress for you that was skin tight and showed off all the parts of you that he liked to touch. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of being a little sleaze doll for him you pulled on a pair of combat boots and grabbed your leather jacket. You were going to be as comfortable as possible.
âIâm going to get so drunk youâre going to have to carry me home or bail me out of jail. It will be a fun game of which one happens firstâ You warned, watching the way that he smirked at you. His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you to him and planting a kiss on your lips. The feeling of his lips melting some of your anger.
âWill you get drunk enough to let me take you out to the alley?â He flirted his hand sliding down your curves to your bare thighs and back up trying to creep back up. You smacked his hand away shaking your head annoyed. He always had a one track mind.
âGet your mind out of the gutter, Kels.â You shook your head taking a step away from him and trying on one of his hats that were hanging by the front door. Thinking of how he had mentioned the alley you thought of how to change his mind to staying in and letting you wallow, âYou know, whenever youâre in a bad mood-â
âIâm a ray of fucking sunshine. Iâm never in a bad mood.â He interrupted earning him a glare from you as he took the hat off your head and put it on his own head.
âRay of fucking sunshine, my ass.â You snorted. But your mind was on how you wanted to stay home. Maybe order a pizza and eat it in the bathtub or eat it well crying on the couch watching a movie. Maybe you could convince him to stay home with you if you played your cards right and used his weakness against him..
Taking a step forward you ran a finger down his chest, making sure you kept eye contact and held his attention. You let your tongue slip out wetting your bottom lip, watching his eyes follow the simple motion. You let your arms slip around his neck pushing your body into his, loving how he couldnât stop his hands from skimming your body.
âWhen youâre in a bad mood I always cheer you up by going down on my knees. Maybe you can return the favor?â You asked, batting your eyelashes. He definitely was reconsidering going out now. You could see the hesitation to move as he tried to process what you were saying to him.
âGiving me a blowjob will cheer you up?â He asked, tilting his head slightly. âBecause if thatâs the case we have plenty of time to-â you threw up your hands shaking your head as you took a step away from him.
âLetâs just go.â You said moving to open the door. Kelly slid his arm around you, practically dragging you outside and into the fading sunshine. Part of you wondered if you should ask where you were going, the other part was just hoping there would be drinks. The sooner you left the sooner you could go home.
Part Two: Bad Night
It had been about two hours since you had been dragged out of your apartment after having a miserable day at work. Your head was throbbing and you were thinking about how you could be wrapped in blankets on the couch watching the VHS of Beetlejuice you had bought last week. Maybe be halfway through a pizza and on your second bottle of wine.
Instead you were at The Roxy, packed in the upstairs bar where people kept bumping into you and where you had lost Kelly at least a half hour before when he had gone to the bathroom. You had managed to get drunk but instead of bringing out the laughter and dancing that your boyfriend had been hoping it would bring out you were just getting more upset.
You slammed back another shot of whiskey, tapping two fingers on the bar to signal you needed another. If Kelly didnât appear after the next shot you were going to go home. You felt like you were on the brink of tears. They were burning, ready to fall if you could just get back home. The overwhelming feeling of a bad day setting you on the path for the worst mood to break open.
âHey beautiful, are you here alone?â
âFuck off.â You didnât even bother to look at the man who had slid into the free spot next to you. You were not in the mood to have strangers talk to you or flirt with you.
âAw, why are you being rude to me? Bad night?â You slammed back the last shot. Time to go. Standing up, ignoring the man you felt the hand on your arm. You turned expecting to see Kelly but some stranger was holding onto you. It had been a bad day and now a bad night. You slammed your head forward headbutting the guy who had tried to talk to you at the bar. He broke contact with you, you could feel his blood drip onto you as you turned to walk out of the club, your body shaking in annoyance.
Bad day turns into a bad night, who saw that one coming? You lit a cigarette, sucking on the filter and sighing out a cloud of smoke. You just wanted to get home and into your bed, away from everyone. You were mad at Kelly for dragging you out and vanishing. You were mad about work. You were mad about that fucking weird guy grabbing you at the bar. You were mad that you were⌠crying.
The stream of tears coming out, burning as your mascara poured down your face. Â Wiping furiously with the leather sleeve of your jacket, you depended on muscle memory to get you home. It was aggravating to be so upset and crying because of it. Pushing open the door to a dark apartment you headed straight into the bathroom, filling the claw foot tub with hot water. You needed to wash off this day and have a little bit of a fresh start.
Kelly threw the front door open, eyes wild as he looked around the apartment. A glow from the bathroom had him nearly sprinting across the apartment opening the door and freezing when he saw you. Your hair was pulled up, face a mess of mascara lines from tears and someone elseâs blood, a bruise from where your head met a face, naked with an arm crossed over your breasts, the other arm resting in it and holding a cigarette.
âWhat the fuck?â Kelly rushed towards the tub. His hands checking you for any other injury, âWhere are you bleeding from? Are you okay?â He was touching you everywhere but you were so numb, everything overwhelming you that it was like you were outside your body watching it happen. âY/N? Y/N, please, say something.â Your eyes snapped up watching him, the concern for you swimming in his eyes.
âWho goes to the bathroom for a half hour?â The guilty look he gave you had you shaking your head, taking a drag of your cigarette, âJust leave me alone. Itâs been a bad 24 hours.â You drew your legs up, resting your chin on your knees.
But leaving you alone was the last thing he planned on doing. Kelly was stripping, easing himself behind you in the tub. His arms wrapping around you and dragging you back against him. He grabbed a washcloth filling it in the water before starting to wipe the makeup and blood from your face. With each gentle movement of the washcloth you could feel your bad day starting to fade. The way Kelly rubbed your shoulders, kissing them after they were clean started to crack your anger.
âHow are you, Love? Any better?â His hands tucking a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers feeling like they were soft kisses on your skin.
âIâm still a little grumpy.â You admitted.
âWell youâre always a little bit grumpy so that seems fine. As long as youâre back to your normal amount.â Sinking back against him, you felt thankful for him being here with you. This is exactly what you had needed.
âHey Kelly, I love you.â
âI love you more. Sorry for doing coke in the bathroom.â You rolled your eyes at his confession snuggling into his arms. The way he was stroking you arms and laying kisses on the back of your neck made you aware it might have been a bad day but Kelly wasnât going to let you go to bed in a bad mood.
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Paper Bag (Request)
MCU Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Request Description:Â Hope i am not bothering you but can i request one of avengers cast x teen!reader,where the reader gets acne and they think their ugly so they put a paperbag over their face but the cast notices and they ask them what's wrong and the reader removes their bag and say that they are ugly but the cast is like its normal to have it and you're beautiful.
Warnings: insecurity, self hatred, body hate, language
(A/N): berlin was AWESOME. i slept the ENTIRETY of yesterday so today i will post as well as tomorrow and monday too! enjoy the fics (hopefully) :D
Youâd been in Marvel movies as a returning character for years. Your character was growing up, just as you were, and you loved every moment spent with the cast. Theyâd known you since you were about 6, and your bond with them was as real as could be.Â
Knowing them all for so long, youâd been able to tell them most of your problems. The early problems with fame, love troubles, friendship drama, and general weird thinking about the world. They had in many ways raised you.Â
But there was one thing - something that brought such a dark shadow of shame over you, so maddening and humiliating youâd never ever told them. You were insecure about how you looked.
It was ridiculous. I mean, youâd always kind of disliked your body type, and as you grew, you wished you had certain other features. Some of the insecurity came with fame, but the root of it just always seemed to have been there.Â
Thatâs why when you looked in the mirror to see your first pimple, your reaction was not as simple as being bummed out. You felt disgusting. So disgusting, in fact, you stayed in your trailer and cried and cried and cried, and eventually covered your mirrors, because the reflection you saw was an evil taunt. It told you that you were ugly.Â
But the mirrors being covered didnât help. You couldnât feel comfortable with the cast anymore, not knowing a bright red pimple adorned your usually untouched forehead. Not knowing you looked so stupid. Your mood was ruined, and your reflection was seemingly everywhere to bully you.
It reflected you on smooth surfaces, like counters and shelves, in glass and in bathroom mirrors. You cried each time you were reminded of your frank ugliness. It only worsened when you got several more pimples, and you felt yourself scrambling to fix everything, to stop the taunting that was so constant in your brain.Â
The moment you pulled the paper bag over your head, it stopped. You were anonymous again. No fame, no beauty, no ugliness. Anonymity was a superpower.Â
The first time you wore it, you only wore it at home, and then struggled the rest of the day with your crippling self hatred. After two days of this, you couldnât resist it. Wearing it to work. You knew it looked weird, but you just wanted so, so desperately to feel comfortable again.Â
âWoah, whoâs that?â Anthony asked as you walked onto set that morning, paper bag resting on your shoulders, and three holes (two eyes, one mouth) cut into it.Â
âItâs me,â you said curtly. It was a fair group of people you had accidentally run into. Anthony, Scarlett, Sebastian, Chris (Evans), and Elizabeth sat in the break room where you were trying to get some coffee in. You wanted to avoid everyone as long as possible. You knew your actions would raise questions (questions you really did not want to answer), so youâd planned to not speak to anyone outside of the filming. You would take it off in front of the camera, and then grab it as soon as possible, to minimise the agony and self hatred that had caused it in the first place.Â
âY/n? Why are you wearing a paper bag?â Scarlettâs joking tone signalled she (and probably the others too) thought it was a joke of sorts. A prank, maybe. You ignored her question and put a mug beneath the dispenser, pressing a couple of buttons. Coffee was dispensed. You waited silently.Â
âAre you okay?â Sebastian called from the couch.Â
âYep.â
There was an uncomfortable silence. You just wanted to leave. If only wearing a paper bag everywhere was socially acceptable.Â
âWhatâs with the paper bag, sweetheart?â Elizabeth asked worriedly. They had probably realised by now, that it was more than just a practical joke. You panicked.Â
âIâm doing a.. Itâs an experiment.. For school,â you lied. You went to pick up your mug, but, regretfully, you realised your hand was shaking. A lot. In fact, your entire body was shaking a little bit. They were just a little bit too close to the truth. To the shame.
You grabbed the mug and took it, backing out to exit the room, but you went to quick, hand slipping, and the mug as well as its contents spilled out onto the floor. The mug shattered and the hot, brown liquid flooded the floor.Â
âHey-â a hand found your shoulder, making you jump away and shriek. The paper bag rattled at the motion. It was Chris whoâd walked up to you (very stealthily, may I add) and was now looking at you with those concerned blue eyes. âAre you okay, N/n? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
The mug was shattered. The coffee was on the floor. You had pimples on your forehead and you couldnât stand yourself. You started crying.Â
Silently crying, but visibly shaking, you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor, grasping your head through the paper bag in agony. You hated yourself. It was such a loud feeling.Â
âY/n..â you heard Chris mumble, squatting down next to you and stroking your back. The shuffling of feet came closer, until the cast was standing next to you. The paper bag rattled once more, as this time, you took it off.
âIâm so ugly. Iâm so ugly, Chris, I canât stand myself,â you sobbed, now audibly, tears running down your face and some dripping into the spilt coffee. You saw your reflection in the liquid, and shame overtook you once more. âIâm so ugly-â
âStop. No, youâre not.â
âYes, I am. Iâve got- Iâve got pimples on my face and I-â you croaked, but broke off into a sob once more.Â
âHang on, is this about pimples?â Sebastian intercepted, stepping forward. You shook your head.
âNo.. Well, yeah. But itâs just.. Everything. I always hated how I looked, and I.. This just made it worse, I guess..â
âOh, sweetie..â Scarlett mumbled, as both her and Elizabeth pulled you up form the wetted floor, and into a hug. They rubbed your back and squeezed you tight.Â
âYouâre such a stunning young person, N/n. In every way. And pimples! Theyâre the most natural thing on the planet. I had pimples, Scarlett had pimples, Sebastian, Chris, Anthony! Weâve all had it,â Elizabeth said, as your raking sobs turned to sniffles in the ladiesâ warm embraces. You nodded into her shoulder.Â
âPlease, believe me, N/n, when I say that youâre one of the most gorgeous humans Iâve ever encountered. Inside and out,â Scarlettâs voice had never seemed as comforting as then.Â
âFor the record, we donât think youâre ugly either. Youâre the definition of beautiful. Iâd let my kids date you. And thatâs a huge compliment!â Anthony jumped in, semi-jokingly, but gaze as serious as could be.
You wheezed a laugh. The pimples, that previously had seemed as bright and glowing as Rudolphâs red nose, seemed less significant now. Actually, you realised youâd never felt as comfortable as you did then. The insecurity that had had so many ties over you, had been cut loose. You were free and floating.Â
You almost felt stupid for not telling them sooner. The confidence you felt, was something youâd never gotten to experience.Â
You pulled away form Elizabeth and Scarlett, smiling and wiping your eyes.Â
âThank you, guys. Iâm sorry for being so dramatic,â you giggled now, face puffy and cried-out, but still you felt beautiful.Â
âHey, no. You werenât being dramatic. You were struggling with something and we helped you. Simple as that,â Sebastian said, ruffling your hair and smiling encouragingly.Â
âAnd donât hesitate to tell any of us, if you feel like this again. We will jump to comfort you at any time of the day,â Chris added, patting your shoulder. You wiped your eyes once more, smiling like a dork.
âCan I get a hug?â you asked.Â
They hugged you, and you felt so loved and beautiful. You truly had somewhere, you thought, that you could always tell anyone anything. You had something so incredible. You had a family.Â
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whos your favorite fic writer/moots and why? Got any recommendations?
first off: pls know that if you're not listed here it doesn't mean i don't like you or your work, it simply means that i have a pea sized brain. love all of u. keep on writing. i really don't want anyone to feel bad (ask nia, i've been crying to her about it).
secondly: i'm not referring to them as my "favourite" cos i can't pick favourites, never really could. maybe that's why i'm simping for so many aot men at once ahaha.
and last but not least: this is going to be a long post so i'mma do all of us the favour and put it under the cut. i feel very soft today and have been listening to the titanic soundtrack for the better half of my day. bear with me, i'mma shower you with love. go check them out!
CHECK THE DNI TAGS ON THESE BLOGS BEFORE READING OR FOLLOWING, PLEASE!
this is in no particular order.
@kojinnie: my queen of angst. the other half of the princess-duo (i came to the conclusion that we're both princesses, we deserve to hang around in pretty dresses and have the time of our lives). especially dream me home still haunts my dreams. i love how you captured the pain and fear both of them feel. and i kind of view it as the start of our friendship, what with both of us writing about the mission to retake wall maria and you jumping into my dms after the fact. love you, kojin, and i only wish you the best.
@starrynightlys: shield-maiden claire. beautiful, talented, funny claire. i love you and i am so happy to have found you here, i really am. i know i've told you this multiple times but whenever i see you on my dash - either fighting off the floch anon or you posting memes, there's a big fat grin on my face. apart from your absolutely mesmerising presence, there's also one work in particular i always come back to: the beginning of forever. you are my source of happy levi content. when the world turns dark and i want him to be happy, i turn to this fic and to your blog in general. love you and i am dreaming of us listening to some good music in a park sometime soon!
@snkslush: luv! my first tumblr wife! this alone has gotten you a very special place in my heart ahah. i love the energy you have - whenever i see you on my dash i feel happy and it's because of how you interact with others. it's like i've known you since forever because of how easily i can talk to you. and reading your filthy thoughts about connie has set off my connie brainrot more than once ahaha.
your headcanons on how the aot boys react when their s/o tells them they want to be railed and also the follow-up still has me drooling. fucking love them. so accurate as well and i'm a slut for everyone ahha
@aotwrites: my lil sunflower. lil sis, you have no idea how happy you truly make me. i love the lil talks we have and i still remember the message you sent me when you were half-asleep, i always giggle when reading it ahah. just know that if you ever want, you can come up to me and ask me weird stuff lil sisters normally ask their bigger sisters. not that i have any good advice to give, but i have a lot of reaction pics to send!
it's very hard for me to pick out one of your fics to recommend - like i said, i have a problem with choosing favourites. but if i absolutely had to, it'd be all of the stars. cried my way through it. will cry again when i reread it. i cry a lot in general.
@arumiee: mars, i know we haven't talked much but our conversation about nurse!armin yesterday is still running around in my head. i can't wait to read about either armin or eren in scrubs, istg. you're so kind and happy-go-lucky, i usually feel nervous when tagging someone on a post but with you yesterday? no problem at all. you give me a sense of safety ahaha (pls don't think i'm weird, i'm actually not. or, yes, i am but in a good way). your purify me had me wanting to take a bath in holy water after reading it. preferably a bath with eren. i guess we're both headed to hell ahaha
@odmlevis: rizrizrizrizriz. i'm laughing right now because all i think of is our last conversation and it's hard to gather my thoughts whenever my mind goes to eren and reiner. or eren and jean - or jean and connie ahaha. i'll have all of them with me in the middle, pretty please.
but back to topic: your the most hurtful things they'd say to you still has my heart breaking. absolutely broken into pieces. because somehow you managed to put all of my worst fears into it. i don't know why i reread it on the regular (i do know, i'm a sucker for pain). other than that, i'm always so happy when i read your messages and when i see you out and about, making others happy with your lil "someone told me to tell you something"-thing you do so often. you're so precious, lemme smooch you.
@onyxoverride: onyx istg your blog is the place i go to if i am down bad. down bad bad. i know we rarely talk and me saying your blog is the place i take my horniness to might come off as weird but it's the truth. i even have problems with picking a favourite because goddamn they're all so good?? what is your secret? if there's a reason for me to go to hell (other than mars' purify me) it's gonna be because of ocean spit. do i have to elaborate further? eren's titan form is fucking hot and thank you for this delicious meal ahha. i am getting all flustered rn just by looking at the lil pic on top of your fic. i will see myself out now. love u onyx you are cool as hell (and i'm nervous as fuck - you're sitting at the cool kids' table in my head ahah - that's why i am so silent around u)
@1252291: and now to you. connie 2 my sasha. erwin smiths ball whore. twIN FLAME, LIGHT OF MY LIFE. buckle up cos we're in for a wild ride. i was debating whether or not to post every of your fics here, because i love all of them so much. i came up with a better idea tho: here's your masterlist. i will talk about two of your works in particular later on, but first you're gonna have to endure me violently showering you with kisses and love.
i haven't told you this before (shocking, i know) but ever since we started talking, i feel like i have a real-life friend again. i haven't had friends in a while and i am so fucking thankful to have you. i really am. i even told my therapist about you because he asked why i am so happy all of a sudden? newsflash: it's because of you.
usually, it was insomnia keeping me up at night but now it's because i am talking to you. and you have no idea how fucking great it feels to wake up in the morning and feel tired; not because some shitty thoughts kept me awake but because i was talking to a friend. i will forever love you for this. you've been there when i was at one of the darkest and loneliest stages of my life and lit up the fucking room with your personality and humour. thank you for being my light. for giving me the same feeling i have when rewatching lord of the rings. for being you. i will stop now but you know i will keep on loving you on main until i take my last breath.
now to your works. falling in love and stay forever. i think you already knew that these are the ones i hold dearest. i still think about felix and rue. i love felix and rue and my heart hurts when thinking of them. your way with words has characters coming to life and touching your heart in a way i've never experienced before. like i said, it felt like those are my friend who died. my fingers running through levi's hair, trying to make his endless pain go away. i am crying again. thank you for creating this. if you ever find the books you've written (or write a new one) i will buy a copy. or ten. have to have some to give away so i can promote your work.
i love u connie 2 my sasha. i really do.
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BBS Sunday (Seven Sentence Sunday)
Not only was I tagged by the amazing @7nessasaryevils last Sunday, but I was then tagged by the equally amazing @rikotin yesterday and I am NOT worthy (for either of you to even follow me let alone tag me)! Lol, I'm so so sorry it's taken me so long to do this. I'm blaming being up for 44 hours last weekend...itâs had lasting effects and I for one am not a fan.
I know this is technically Seven Sentence Sunday, but since Iâm now late on BOTH Sundays, (itâs still Sunday somewhere right? If I have a friend that lives in California can I adopt their time zone just this once? No? Fine.) and was now tagged twice I'm postingâŚ14? 15? More then 7 sentences lol, donât make me count again! But also I think it would read a tiny bit weird if I cut out any of this part?
Sadly, I donât have anyone else to tag, so if anyone happens to see this and wants to post something please do so!
Anyways before I talk myself out of posting anything at all:
Pat leaned back against the wall sighing softly as he seemingly stared into oblivion. Pa sat beside him with a light huff as she waved her hand in front of his face, âYou know youâre going to have to talk at some point or else everyone in town is going to think youâre possessed.â
Pat sighed again, this time loudly with added frustration, âI don't know what to do! It's been two days now and this is the first time where I need to come up with something and nothing's good enough, noth-â
âSince when has any plan youâve ever come up with been good enough.â
Pat frowned at his sister. A list of well executed plans ready on his tongue to defend himself against her snarky remark when a sudden sharp knock at the front door had them turning their attention away from each other.
âCan one of you get that?â their mother called from the back room. Pa looked back to Pat who took the opportunity to fall backwards dramatically, âI can't move, I'm depressed.â Pa glared at him, before making her way to the door as another knock rung out through the cottage, âYou ARE depression!â
She began pulling the door open when a man dressed in head to toe black shoved his way into the house before she could even react, causing her to almost fall as a surprised yell escaped her mouth. Pat sat up at that and was on his feet before he could think twice, crossing the room quickly, and put himself between his sister and the intruder. âWho the hell-â the masked man finally turned to truly regard their presence and for a moment all the bravado that had exploded within him withered slightly as he felt Pa's nails dig into his arm. After all, it wasnât every day that the Dread Pirate Ming was in your home and you lived to tell the tale.
#aaaaand scene. yep. that sort of kind of Princess Bride AU that i hoped someone someday would write that i then realized iâd probably#have to write mostly to stop it from inhabiting brain. idk when it's going to be finished but i bought a notebook specifically for it and#highlighters tooâŚiâve committed! which is saying a lot since iâve never been compelled to write fic before for anything ever.#to go from never writing fic for anything to having 6 ideas competing for attention in your brain sure is something#bad buddy#bad buddy series#my fic#it's a tag#pat#pa#i'm going to rewrite this thing five million times I CAN FEEL IT#bah! inhabiting MY brain...why can't tags be editied yet this is awful
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Itâs You pt. 1
Pairing: Duff McKagan x (fem) reader
Words: 2,002k.
Summary: You and Duff are best friends and you help him to impress a girl. You should be happy for him, but then why do you feel sad? You couldnât like him, could you? (fluff + angst)Â
A/N: 1- So, it got bigger than I expected, so I'll post the second part in the future.
       2- I didn't want to use a name for the girl, just in case it was someone's name, because it would be weird lol. Therefore, we are always calling her "She".
Tag list: @roger-taylors-carâ @ladieswttdaâ add yourself to my tag list :)
Part 2
It was the year of 1983, Y/N was at The Rainbow with her friends, drinking and laughing about something, when he entered the place. He had blue hair and almost didnât pass through the door due to his height.Â
He looked so lost, checking booth after booth, trying to find something. He moved towards the bar, where he sat and asked for a beer.Â
Y/N didnât know why, but she couldnât take her eyes off of him. So she decided to go and start a conversation. Draining the rest of her beer she stood up and moved towards the open seat beside him.
 âIâve never seen you here.â He looked to the side and saw a tall girl with a kind smile on her face. âIâm Y/N, by the way!â. She extended her hand for him to shake.Â
âIâm Duff.â He gave her a small smile and shook her hand, wishing he had put on a nicer jacket. âFunny name.â She said while asking for another beer.Â
âSo, where are you from?â She drank from the bottle and his eyes moved to her lips. He looked to her eyes and realized she was staring at him, waiting for his answer.
He cleared his throat. âSeattleâÂ
âCool, Iâm from Sitka.â He looked at her as if he was trying to think where the hell that city was. âItâs in Alaska.â She stated and saw his eyes light up a little with realization.
âSo⌠What brings a Seattle boy to California?â He looked into her eyes and said firmly âIâm going to be in a band!â From hearing that Y/N had no doubt, he would be. The way he said it as if it was the only thing he was sure in his life, made her even more curious about him.
âWhat about you? California doesn't seem like something Alaskan people are into.â She laughed slightly and he thought that was a heavenly sound. âI got tired of nothing happening in my life. Wanted some change. So one day I decided I would come here.âÂ
âWhat do you do here?â He asked after he drank from his beer. âI'm a photographer!â He raised his brows. âMaybe when you find a band I can take the pictures for you!âÂ
He smiled at her. She was the first person to be nice to him in that town. Ever since he arrived the only human contacts he had were with the grumpy lady from the hotel he was staying at, and a man who he bumped into, on his way to the bar.Â
âWhen did you get here? You still look kinda lost.â Duff looked at her and asked for another beer before answering. âYesterday. Iâm staying in a hotel down the street until I find somewhere to stay.âÂ
âIf I were you, I wouldnât stay there. A friend of mine stayed and got one of his bags stolen. Nobody really checks to see if the rooms are safe and shit.âÂ
This made Duff worried. He had all his guitars there. âWhere do you think I could stay?âÂ
âThere is a nice place near the beach, but itâs kind of expensive.â He frowned worriedly.Â
âI havenât got a job yet, canât stay in somewhere that costs too much.âÂ
She finished her beer and thought for a while. âYou know what? Fuck it. You can stay at my place for a while.â
âRe-really?â She got him surprised, thatâs for sure. She nodded her head and giggled at his expression. âBut you donât even know me.â He said.
âYeah, but I know how it is to be new in somewhere you donât know anyone.â She paused for a while. âPlus, youâre a nice guy. I can see it in your eyes.âÂ
âAre you sure?â
âFuck yeah, Duff!â He laughed at her exasperation.Â
She stood up and took a ten-dollar bill out of her jeans pocket putting it on the counter. âCome on, letâs take your stuff from that place before itâs too late.âÂ
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Now it was 1986. They became best friends after that night. Duff stayed at Y/Nâs place for about two weeks until he found someone to share an apartment with. She helped him find a job and went with him on his first rehearsal with Road Crew.
She saw Road Crew slowly fade as Duff was invited to this new band Guns n Roses. She saw how in doubt he was about leaving a punk band to be in a rock one. She also saw how happy he was after his first gig with them and from that day on, she knew they would make it big.
She was always there, helping them with everything and being their number one fan.Â
It was a strangely cold night in March, she was at the hell house with the boys, watching a horror movie and eating pizza. Thatâs when Duff entered the house. He slammed the front door shut and went straight to his room. Something had happened.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N followed him, closing his door behind her. He was walking from one wall to another while mumbling something. âWhatâs going on Duff?âÂ
He looked at her for a while before he started to speak. âShe said Iâm nobody!â Y/N frowned. âSaid my band is nothing.â He was so exasperated. âSaid that I can call her when we are famousâ He ran his hands through his hair.
Y/N knew who he was talking about. She was a secretary Duff met a couple of weeks ago at The Rainbow. He was head over hills for her since day one. Always trying to impress her, but she always dismissed him.
âFucking bitch.â Y/N said. âFuck her, you deserve better than someone who cares for this crap.âÂ
He rolled his eyes. He didnât like it when Y/N talked like that about her. He knew she never really liked her, always saying that she wasnât nice or that she didnât like her personality, but still, he liked her.
It was true, Y/N didnât like her at all. But it was because she was a bitch. Y/N didnât like calling someone that, but it was true. Every time Duff was around, she would ask him if she was beautiful, touch his arm suggestively or call him âDuffyâ and then, when he tried to start some sort of conversation, she would completely ignore him or answer in the rudest way. Y/N hated that because she knew how bad Duff got every time it happened.
âIâll make it big Y/N! Iâll prove to her that I am somebody. And then we will finally be together!â Y/N rolled her eyes. âYou never listen to me do you?â She said, exiting the bedroom and closing the door once again.Â
Two weeks passed after that, and on March 26, Guns signed with Geffen Records. That was it. That contract said they were serious and said they were starting to make it big.Â
She went out with the boys that night to celebrate, drinking until late. Around 3 am she helped Izzy and Axl drag the other three back to their house. She was so wasted that she ended up passing out on the couch.Â
The next morning she woke up to someone talking excitedly. She looked to her side and saw Duff on the phone. âProbably telling his mom.â she thought to herself. Closing her eyes she decided to sleep a bit more.Â
Before she could sleep again, she felt someone shaking her. âY/N! Wake up!â It was Duff.Â
âWhat?â She said. Her voice raspy due to her sleepiness. âI called Jane andâŚâ Before he could finish she interjected. âWho the fuck is Jane?âÂ
âHer friend, the one with black hair.â Y/N thought for a while. âThe nice one?â
âYeah Y/N, the nice one. Continuing⌠I told her we got the label and said I wanted to make her a surprise, and Jane said they are going to the amusement park tomorrow, so I guess Iâm going too.â He laughed a little.Â
Y/N didnât say anything, because she had nothing nice to say. She just wanted to roll her eyes and say that he was being stupid, but decided to remain silent.Â
âCan you paint my hair today? I want to look nice.â He was smiling like a child. âFine, but only if you let me sleep.â He nodded fastly and left the living room.
She didnât know why, but she felt a tightness in her heart. She thought about Duff and her together and she started to feel a certain sadness fill her chest. She sighed and covered her head with a pillow, hoping that she could sleep soon, so she wouldnât have to think about that anymore.Â
The afternoon arrived and she was awakened by Slash, who slightly touched her shoulder, telling her they had made lunch. She got up stretching her body and moving towards the kitchen.Â
After lunch, she went to the drug store with Duff. They bought all the necessary products to bleach his hair and she had to hear him talking about her the whole way. She wanted so bad to throw the plastic bag with the products on his head and tell him to shut up, but decided against it.Â
Back at the house, duff grabbed a chair and sat in front of the bathroom mirror with a bag of Doritos in his lap, while Y/N worked on his hair.Â
All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix started playing on the small radio they took along. Y/N lightened a cigarette taking a drag from it while dancing. She loved Hendrix.Â
She moved with every guitar note she listened, and Duff could do nothing but to watch her from the mirror, almost as if she had hypnotized him. She was the coolest girl he knew, with so much attitude and sweetness at the same time, he didnât even know why, but she fascinated him in every single way.
He laughed as she stopped moving and started to pretend she was playing guitar. She was horrible at playing, Slash, Izzy and even him had tried teaching her, but she always got frustrated after a few minutes and damned that to hell. The music came to an end, and she started to focus on Duffâs hair again.
After a good 1 hour, Duff's hair was done. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror and high fived Y/N, thanking her. They exited the bathroom and went to the backyard, where the boys were.Â
Duff grabbed a beer and sat beside Axl and Izzy on the bench while Y/N moved to the grass area and started playing with Izzyâs dog.Â
âFeeling ready to impress her now?â Axl asked. âFuck yeah!â
âI still think youâre making a mistake by going after her.â Axl said and Duff frowned. âIf she didnât want to be with you while you were growing, she doesnât deserve to be with you now.âÂ
âCut it, man, you donât know herâ He replied while drinking from his beer. âAnd do you?â It was Izzy. Duff rolled his eyes and watched Y/N. She giggled while playing with the dogâs ears.Â
"You know⌠I always thought you and Y/N would end up together" Axl said.
"Why?"
"I don't know man, but there is a strong connection between the two of you." Hearing that Duff looked back to Y/N, he saw she was now fake fighting with Slash and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Plus, friends don't look at each other like that!"
"What do you mean?" Duff frowned.
"Like, the way you look at each other, is as if you loved each other."Â
"Just like you were looking at her now." Izzy added.
Duff didn't say anything, he drank from his beer and started to think. Could he love Y/N in a way that friends shouldn't love each other?
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Sink Or Swim
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Saturday, 16:43
Song: Ruel - Dazed & Confused
Jens peeks another look at his phone, but no notifications appear over the call screen. He picks the phone up and drags the top bar down, just in case thereâs one he missed, but his notifications are empty.
âJens!â
He whips his head up to look at the screen to find that heâs about to be shot down, and he drops his phone in favour of smashing the buttons on his control. He can hear Robbeâs protests through the phone and knows, seconds before he wipes out, that heâs too late. Robbe sighs only a second later, and Jens can hear the clatter of him tossing the control away as Jens flops back on his bed. He rubs a hand over his face and manages to mumble out, âSorry.â
âWhereâd you go?â
âNowhere. Just didnât notice in time.â
âJens. I called your name like four times before you reacted.â
Jens muffles a groan behind his hands then grabs for his phone, dropping it closer to his head. Robbe stays quiet, and Jens tries to figure out what to tell him. There is no truth that seems better than the other.
âWhatâs up?â Robbe prods gently, lightly, when Jens is taking too long to answer.
He tucks his shoulders up in a shrug, even though Robbe canât see him. âNothing. I was just distracted.â
âBy?â
Jens huffs. He licks his lips as he stares at the ceiling, thinking of how he should explain when heâs not even sure himself. But he supposes itâs just Robbe. Robbe wonât judge him. âI havenât heard from Lucas.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, in which Jens feels a little judged.
âWere you expecting to?â Robbe eventually asks, sounding more confused than anything.
Jens heaves a sigh. âKind of? Iâd at least like to know that heâs alive.â
Robbe gives a small laugh. âWhy wouldnât he be?â
âHeâs gone home for the weekend.â
âOh. Really?â
Jens hums.
âBut wasnât he at the party with you?â
âYeah but thatâs also the thing. He left that without even saying goodbye.â
The silence this time is less nerve-wracking, because Jens knows that Robbe is simply thinking. It makes him feel less like heâs over-exaggerating. If Robbe thinks itâs weird, too, then he isnât overreacting.
âWhen did he tell you he was going home then?â
Jens grabs his phone and pushes himself up into a sitting position. He shifts until he can flop back against the pillows, setting his phone on his stomach. âI caught up to him after school to tell him about the party and he told me he couldnât go because he was going home. And I convinced him to just stick around and go for an hour, and he said he would if I hung out with him âtil then. And he was super chill the whole evening. And then at the party I went to get us drinks, and I came back just to have Moyo tell me he left in a rush with no explanation.â
Robbe is quiet for another moment. Then he says, âHuh.â
âYeah.â
âWell, maybe he got a message or something? Or forgot he had to do something else before he left? I mean, that must have been a really late train you were making him get, Jens.â
âI wasnât making him stay,â Jens mumbles. Although, looking back, heâd worried the same thing. The first thought he had, when Moyo told him that Lucas had left, was that he had scared him off. Without even thinking about why at the time, the fear had instantly sunk in and settled in the pit of Jensâs stomach, and then heâd begun picking it apart.
Heâd been very insistent that Lucas stay, and that he should go to the party with him. He hadnât even bothered to come up with any excuses. Heâd just poked and prodded because he wanted Lucas there. That thought was eased by the argument that Lucas had given in easily enough and simply requested more time with Jens.
But he hadnât asked Jens to take him to his favourite fast food place and make him a part of his beloved tradition. He hadnât asked Jens to guide him through the streets with quite so much physical assistance. He hadnât asked Jens to dance with him like that.
Jens has been very pleased, for the past week, to have a friend that feels like his. Heâs used that as an excuse for every time he would seek Lucas out, every time he made sure Lucas was next to him, every time he sent a text only hours after seeing him in person. He was excited to have someone new that he got along with, someone who wasnât obsessed with their relationship or too busy with their own life to pay him any attention.
Heâs just beginning to think that maybe heâs been a little too excited, and itâs led him to push the boundaries with Lucas a little beyond what would be considered friendly.
Which is a thought that opens up a whole world of questions Jens doesnât want to answer.
âI would understand that,â Jens continues quietly, when Robbe says nothing to rationalise his complaints. âItâs that I messaged him after to say I hope he has a good weekend and he hasnât even read it. What if he like, got attacked on the way there or something?â Jens almost expects his friend to laugh this specific worry off, but Robbe stays quiet. It only makes the anxiety in his stomach kick up into something a little more frantic. He hadnât even been considering that as the biggest possibilityâthinking more along the lines of having freaked Lucas out and scared him off. Heâs worrying now that it may have been a selfish thought and he should have genuinely been more worried.
âDo you text him often then? And he usually replies quickly?â
Jens is almost embarrassed to answer, but Robbeâs tone is merely curious and Lucas does message him often and quickly. That is never one-sided. None of their interactions have felt one-sided. âYeah, instantly almost, most of the time.â
âOkay, so I agree that itâs strange,â Robbe says softly. âBut these are different circumstances. He was probably in a rush last night, and then over-eager to see his friends this morning. Maybe he hasnât even checked his DMs.â
âYeah,â Jens mumbles. âMaybe.â
âDid you check to see when he was active last?â
âHe hasnât been active since yesterday. Isnât it weird that he hasnât posted anything either? Or that his friends havenât?â
âYouâve already checked his friends too, then,â Robbe says, and now he sounds almost amused.
Jens pulls a breath in through his nose before letting it out on a long sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. âIâm overthinking it, arenât I?â
Robbe hums. Jens can hear the smile in it. âMaybe a little bit. Which is weird for you, because you usually donât think at all.â
âHa, ha,â Jens replies dryly.
Robbe snorts. âItâs nice, though. That youâve taken him in. Heâs lucky to have been picked up by you.â
Jens doesnât know about that, but his chest warms all the same. âSo you think heâs okay?â
âI do. I think you would know if he wasnât. You could text him again, just to see, but heâs supposed to be back tomorrow right? Maybe donât worry about it until then.â
Jens sighs again. Itâs harder than it probably should be, to do what Robbe says. To stop worrying. It is odd. He usually doesnât think this much.
But thereâs the worry that Lucas really is lying hurt and half-dead in an alley somewhere, or thereâs the worry that Jens had messed things up. Heâs currently not a big fan of either option, and heâd really been hoping that Robbe would have provided another.
He supposes he has. Jens feels like he would know, if something had happened to Lucas, would feel it deep down in his gut where all his natural instincts lie. The worry would be more prominent than this. This is an ache in his chest and a niggle in the back of his brain telling him that something is wrong, spurred on by his own insecurities.
Lucas probably is off having fun. With his friends. His real friends, back home, who know about his mother and his birthday and his favourite things that Jens is still in the dark about. He probably just isnât even thinking about Jens at all.
âYouâre right,â he eventually tells Robbe. âHeâs a big boy. Doesnât need a babysitter.â
âIâm always right,â Robbe teases back. âAnd I do have more experience with complicated boys.â
âDo you think Lucas is complicated?â
âEveryone is complicated, Jens. Do you want to play another round?â
Jens considers, and begins to hum in agreement only for someone to knock on his door and then carefully push it open. He raises his brows as Lotte pokes her head in, with a wide, innocent smile on her face.
âMama wants you in the kitchen.â
âNow?â
Robbe huffs in quiet amusement at the complaint in his voice as Lotte just nods.
Jens sighs. âFine. Go tell her Iâll be there in a sec.â
Lotte gives a chipper nod and skips back down the hall, leaving his door open behind her. He rolls his eyes and picks up his phone, turning off the speakerphone and bringing the device to his ear. âSorry, duty calls. Maybe later?â
âYeah, sure,â Robbe says easily.
âYou donât have any plans with Sander?â
âHe can just come play, too.â
âIâm not sure I want to be involved in those games,â Jens teases.
Robbe snorts, and Jens can picture him shaking his head. âGoodbye, Jens. Let me know if you hear from Lucas, yeah?â
âYep,â Jens promises as he finally climbs off the bed, making his way to his door and then the top of the stairs as he adds a, âBye,â and Robbe hangs up.
He pockets his phone and takes a steadying breath in and out through his nose as he trots down the stairs. He rounds the door into the kitchen with his hand on the frame and a complaint already on his lips. âWhat did you waââ
He stops in his tracks in the doorway when he doesnât find his mother in the room. Instead itâs a woman of a smaller stature and darker hair with her back turned to him, wearing jeans and a cropped jumper he hopes to <i>never</i> see on his mother. She whirls around at the sound of his voice and beams.
âLies?â
âHey.â His sister wiggles her brows at him as her smile brightens even further. When he continues to stand there, staring, she holds her arms out towards him and wiggles her fingers instead, brows raised. âSince when do you have nothing to say?â
Jens barrels into her and wraps her up in a tight hug, lifting her slightly off her feet. She laughs and slings her arms around his shoulders to hold herself up, pressing a kiss to his cheek and pulling fondly at his hair.
âHi,â Jens breathes. He sets her back down but doesnât let go, ducking his head down to rest on her shoulder instead. âWhat are you doing here?â
She pulls back and tucks her hands into her pockets once Jens lets go. âReading week.â
Jens furrows his brows and tilts his head to the side. âIsnât that next week?â
âNo, midterm is next week. This is like a study week organised by my lecturers.â
âBut...you havenât even been back that long.â
Lies rolls her eyes and pinches his cheek. âAre you happy to see me or not?â she prods.
Jens bats her hand away with a grin. Heâs tempted to hug her again. Itâs weird, maybe, that he is so happy to see his older sister, but he has never really gotten used to her being away. With only a two year age gap between them, Lies had grown up alongside him without appearing miles ahead. Theyâve always been close, and Jens is getting used to missing her when she leaves and counting the days until she comes home. She has always made the home environment feel better to Jens. She has, oddly enough, always been on his teamâand vice versa. He isnât alone when Lies is home.
Which is why she usually tells him when sheâs coming back.
He frowns just as quickly. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
Lies deflates, sighing as she performs the same drawn-out shrug as Jens. âI donât know, college life is stressful, and I didnât even realise I hadnât mentioned it to you. I thought you knew. And then Mom was surprised when I mentioned it last week and I realised. Then I thought it would be a nice surprise, butâŚâ
âIt is,â Jens argues quickly. âItâs a fucking great surprise. I missed you.â
âBut I only just went back,â she mocks, teasing him. He draws her in with an arm around her neck and musses her hair, earning a shriek followed by a shout of protest and a jab to the stomach. Jensâs gasp turns quickly into a laugh and he changes the hold to another short hug, smiling when Lies gives in and hugs him back. âI bet I still have more interesting stories to catch you up on than you do with me.â
âNope,â Jens denies happily. âNot this time. I have a whole new person to tell you about.â
Lies immediately leans back and snaps her head up to look at him, eyes wide. âYou got a new girlfriend?â
âNo,â Jens laughs.
She squints. âBoyfriend?â
He shoves her away with another laugh, shaking his head and ignoring the stutter of his heart. He can think about all the things that are confusing him later, when Lies isnât carefully examining him. âFriend. Lucas. He just moved from Antwerp like a week ago.â
âAnd youâve already managed to corrupt him?â Lies smiles.
Jens tilts his head side to side, smiling with her. âIâve certainly started.â
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So I thought Iâd finish yesterday but I didnât. We had a lot of stuff happening. Anyways hereâs chapter five. Enjoy!
The Silent Queen 5; Apple Doesnât Fall Far From the Tree
Apple now stood in front of Grimmâs office, waiting a second to focus herself pans allow herself to smile. Why was she so worried, sheâs Apple White, the soon to be fairest of them all. The headmaster loves having her as a student, she could get her way and everyone would watch as she helped fix Raven. Then she would be considered a hero and Raven would understand her! What was better then that?
The blonde White knocked the door to Grimmâs office twice, keeping her bright smile on. Soon she heard a tired âEnter.â Through the wood and immediately opened the door. She plastered on a bright smile. âHeadmaster Grimm I would like to request something of you.â She chirped, she was honestly shocked when she saw how tired the headmaster was.
âWhat is it now Apple. Iâm a little busy right know trying to rework Miss Queens schedule.â The tone was harsh though it was also quite soft. Apple felt sorry for the headmaster he had so much on his plate right now. What Apple was doing would help him. She just knew it!
Apple cleared her throat. âI would like to formally request that I am transferred to be Raven Queens new roommate.â She finished with cheery smile and stared at her shocked headmasters face.
âDo you speak sign language Miss White?â Headmaster Grimm questioned looking at the girl in front of him. Appleâs smile faltered. He frowned he knew exactly what was happening.
âNo I donât Headmaster. But seeing as -â The headmaster cut her off. No one ever cut her off! She was Apple White, people were supposed to listen to her every word!
âMiss White I will only say this once. Raven has been deaf since birth. If you think that you can fix it then you are sorrowfully mistaken. Now please leave I have much more important things to do at this current moment.â The headmaster finished with an air of authority. He should have known this would happen. It was true he had blamed Mira earlier but then again he had forgotten about the swan princess from four generations ago. Platinum Swan deafness has only slightly changed the story. Making her less able while in the swan form. He couldnât say it was a happy ending for Platinum, but it never was for the Swans. Apple stared at him as if sheâs been slapped. Then she turned around and walked out of the door slamming it while muttering to herself about ^destiny^ and ^fate^. Grimm sighed were all Snow Whites so challenging?
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Apple stormed into her dorm room to see Kitty and Lizzie sitting the future Cheshire Cats bed. It was a weird bed in a weird cave like wall. Apple didnât think about it too hard. Wonderlandians never made any sense to her. She shot a glare at her roommate before morphing it into a pleasant (enough) smile. âCould you two please leave? I want to phone my mom.â She said in a sweet tone. She didnât notice the grimaces on the other girls faces as they left to go to Lizzie dorm.
Apple pulled out her phone and went to the contacts picking out her moms she pressed call and waited. âHello. Whoâs calling?â The strained voice of her mother came out.
âHi mom itâs me Apple.â Apple chirped looking at her mother thru the screen. She was holding a nail file and seemed more interested in it then her phone. She looked up at her daughter smiling a little.
âHowâs your first day of Legacy Year? Are you doing well?â She questioned noticing the way Apple almost bit her lip. Diana rolled her eyes and spoke âPrincesses donât bite their lips. What happened?
Apple began to tell her story. Of how Raven Queen was deaf, how everyone thought it was natural and that Grimm wouldnât let her switch rooms to help Raven because she didnât speak sign. Apple looked at her mom with pleading eyes. âSo what should I do?â
âSimple Apple. Find a new Evil Queen.â Snow felt as if it was obvious but it seemed that her daughter didnât feel that way.
âHow can I find a new Evil Queen. Itâs always the child of the last one.â Apple pouted. She knew how the book worked. It wasnât like anyone could be picked to be a character. Especially not one from her tale.
Snow rolled her eyes and started to file her left hands nails. âIf someone hasnât had a child then this it goes at random. Why do you think thereâs so many different families of Charmings? Look at all the girls in your school, pick one and make her understand how important this is. Our stories future is in your hands Apple.â Snows voice was stern and Apple had to stop her self from shivering.
A weak âYes maâamâ slipped from her throat. Once the call ended Apple thought to herself. It couldnât be that hard to find someone less pretty then her could it?
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Giles Grimm sat at his desk looking at the list of students who understood sign language. The list comprised of eleven students.
* Cerise Hood
* Ramona Badwolf
* Cedar Wood
* Maddie Hatter
* Ashlynn Ella
* Briar Beauty
* Meshell Mermaid
* Darling Charming
* Dexter Charming
* Daring Charming
* Hunter Huntsmen
He understood Cerise and Cedar. Childhood friends because of their parents. Ramona too he understood, Remus was close with Mira. Maddie it seemed was another friend of Ravens. He could guess the Hunter learned it in preparation for the next Snow White tale. He would have to understand Raven to take orders from here.
He wasnât sure why the others knew sign but he was grateful that they knew. In total there were eight classes each day. He just had to make sure that at least one of the students would be with her at all times.
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Raven lightly tilted the small mirror on her desk to point the other way. âAnd weâre done!â She smiled as she stared at her side of the room. It was nowhere near as chaotic as Maddies but it was close.
The walls were a dark blueish purple and paint canvases were piled besides her bed. Her black desk sat in a corner across from her drawer filled with paint, paint brushes and other art supplies. Some fake flowers she had made with Butternut and Pie were floating on ribbons she had attached via her magic, she noticed one of the bouquets start to slip, she immediately used her magic to tighten the bond of the ribbon. He eyes changing to a vivid violet before returning to the seaweed green they always were. Maddie was on the roof of her side have some tea with her mouse. Raven couldnât wait to see how this year would go.
Notes:
So since Raven canât have a passion for music I made her an artist. Mostly paintings though.
Tag list: @virgil-is-a-cutie @justafanwarrior @bee-a-garbage-shipper @spicybelladonna @starrry-nites @tired-butterfly @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @themagicmistic @a-star-with-a-human-name @futursworld @pepelachanel @me-with-a-z-and-double-the-e @wolf-for-life @iz-bell-saiah
#eah au#eah fanfic#ever after high#the silent queen#raven queen#maddie hatter#apple white#giles grimm#snow white#diana white
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This Way: Part 4
*not my gif*
Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader
Word Count: 3580
Warnings: still a crazy ass bih lol. I canât stop with the drama sorryyy
Summary: Y/n starts noticing how weird Tom is being and decides to confront him.
A/N: I think Iâm going to post two days in a row then have one day off, but like a sis is nearing the end of her school year so letâs hope I stick with it haha. Please lmk if youâre enjoying this/ have any constructive criticism. ALSO I need help like ded ass donât know if Iâm stupid or if itâs tumblrâs fault, but when I tag people some of the tags donât work :/ BUT donât hesitate to ask to be a part of the tag list :)Â
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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*week and a half before lock down*
You opened the door to the flat exhausted after a long day of filming and walked into the living room to see Tom busy on his laptop. He looked up,Â
âOh hi, y/n.â He shut his laptop and stood up, you gave him a strange look.
âLeaving already? Do I smell or something?â You joked and flopped on the couch. Tom has been acting really strange with you after the dinner with his family. Lately heâs been leaving you alone whenever one of the boys got up to leave as well. âWas he feeling awkward about being friends?â you thought to yourself.Â
âOh no no you donât smell. You always smell nice,â He blushed because he said too much, âJust need to work on this script, Harryâs been on my ass about it.â He said and began to walk away before you could reply.
âWhat? Not even gonna ask how my day was... you know like a friend?â You teased and Tom sighed and squeezed his eyes shut and turned around
âHow was your day, y/n?â
âIt was long, tiring, and someone was really rude to me on the set.â You sighed and waited for him to sit back down so he could listen, but he never did, âOk then⌠how about your day, Tom?â This was starting to get awkward,Â
âDidnât really do anything, just ate and worked on the first act of the movie, which still isnât done so if youâll excuse me Iâm going to my room now.â He said quickly, turning around again walking away.
âHow rude. âYa letâs be friends, y/n, itâll be fun.ââ You grumbled and mimicked him in an annoyed voice. Tom heard and felt really bad to pretend he didnât.
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You were now sitting on Harryâs bed watching him edit his short film and eating ice cream, he listened to how your day went,
âAnd oh my god one of the stunt fighter guys was being a straight up asshole,â You rolled your eyes eating another spoonful of ice cream,
âHow so?â Harry asked
âWell I kept messing up this one stunt where I was in heels and we ended up filming it 7 times. I mean I felt bad for wasting time, but that was until the dickhead said, âI donât even know why they casted you, itâs a simple stunt just get this shit down already so we can move on!ââ You said in a deep voice mimicking the guy, âI was so embarrassed, but thankfully Ryan stood up for me. Still ruined my day though.â
âWhat the hell? What kinda asshole-,â He got up from his spot on the bed all riled up, âWho is this guy? Iâm gonna end him. Does he even realize how damn hard it is to do a stunt in heels?â You laughed at Harryâs protectiveness, âTom literally took half a day to film one stunt and he wasnât in heels!â You shrugged.
âSit your ass back down. Thanks for trying to protect me, but everything will be fine, Iâm strong. Itâs business gotta suck it up.â He rolled his eyes and jumped on you with a bear hug. You laughed and tried to push him off of you, but he was too heavy.Â
âHarry, you bitch, I canât breathe.â
âI just want to protect my best friend.â He said before letting you go and going back to editing.
âSpeaking of Tom, have you noticed that heâs avoiding me?â You asked quickly.
âHuh? I havenât noticed anything of the sort. I mean you guys are both really busy right now arenât you?â You nodded and rested your head on Harryâs shoulder,
âI mean I guess, but havenât you noticed like yesterday when you left the kitchen Tom rushed a bit to leave also?âÂ
âOh yeah I forgot about that, it was quite strange now that I think about it.âÂ
âYeah Tomâs been doing that to me ever since we left your parentsâ house. And when I got home today I tried to talk to him about my day, because you know I thought heâs my friend, and he just said he really needed to work on the script and left to his room!â
âHmm, I did tell him to finish the first act by tomorrow, but heâs been working in the living room all day. Said something about his room being more of a distraction. Also itâs not like Tom to leave without hearing someone out. He always listens.â You just sighed,
âI guess he thinks itâs still weird to be friends. I tried, sorry, Harry.â
âPlease donât give up just yet, y/n, maybe heâs just stressed or something. You know I wouldnât want to pick sides.â You nodded and started to drift off to sleep and felt Harry remove the bowl from your lap.
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âY/n, love, wake up.â you were being shaken by Harry.
âHuh? Oh sorry, did I fall asleep?â You asked groggily and he laughed,
âYeah and I finished editing the short film!â You jumped up no longer tired anymore.
âOh my god yay, Harry! Can I see it now pleaseeee?â You jumped up and down on the bed.
âTomorrow, love, itâs 1 am now and I want to show everyone in the house at the same time.â You pouted and he laughed.
âFine then be like that. But Iâm proud of you.â You hugged him, âGood night, Harry, canât wait to see the finished product!âÂ
âNight, love.â He chuckled and you walked out with your empty dish.
You pulled out your phone and opened the Instagram app to see that Tom posted something on his story about 30 minutes ago. It was a picture of the script and his foot captioned, âWorking on something big, like my big toe.â You giggled a bit and muttered, âIdiot.â The next story post was from Tuwaine, it was a picture you all took together after breakfast when Tom burnt himself. You were laying across the boysâ laps and Tom was happily looking down at your smiling face. It was captioned, âIf lock down happens, itâll be a real party with these people.â You smiled and reposted it to your story.
As soon as you reached the kitchen you saw Tom sitting at the counter and typing away on his laptop.
âHey, Tom, still working?â Tom jumped at the sound of your voice.
âJesus, donât scare me like that. And yes I couldnât sleep, b-but I think Iâm getting tired now.â He was about to close his laptop and leave, but you stopped him.Â
âOh my god⌠Iâm just gonna put my dish in the sink and leave.â His frazzled expression turned to a relaxed one and he sat back down typing again, refusing to look at you. You began to walk away then felt the urge to ask,
âTom, a-are you avoiding me?â It came out quieter than you thought, you felt vulnerable. He stopped typing for a brief moment when you asked.
âNo, definitely not. Whyâd you think that?â You walked back to the counter and stood across him leaning on the surface.
âIâve been noticing that you're in a rush to leave the room when weâre aloneâŚâ Tom continued to type, but incorrectly because of his nerves.Â
âOh, I-Iâm sorry, love, didnât mean for you to think that. Iâm just busy is all, I promise.â He said and pointed at the laptop.
âToo busy to hear your friend rant about her day?â You asked and he sighed. His heart dropped when you called yourself his friend.
âIâm afraid so, love. Now why donât you go sleep donât you have to film tom-â You cut him off getting tired of the excuses,
âTom cut the shit, I know youâre avoiding me and I donât get why.â Tom sighed as you rambled and he put his laptop to the side because he wasnât getting anything done, âI really appreciate you letting me stay here, but shouldnât we at least talk a little bit? I mean I was ready to be friends with you for Harryâs sake and then we talked at the dinner and then I was genuinely ready to start off on a new foot. Iâve been trying so hard to reach out to you and youâre literally avoiding me now. Like are you even trying at all? Because I donât-â Your eyes began to water. Tom got too frustrated and cut you off,
âY/n I canât talk about this right now. Please, itâd be better if we discussed this another time.â
âWhat the hell? Are you being serious? You were a dick when we broke up, you were a dick when I tried to reach out to you, and now youâre being a dick for putting our so called âfriendshipâ on ho-â
âY/n, stop! Ok? I get it. You can call me a dick and an asshole whatever you want, but this is all for you! Everything I do is for you or because of you! So just leave me the fuck alone, please.â His voice cracked when he said the last sentence.Â
âWhat the hell are you talking about? What are you doing for me?â You stared at him confused.
âI canât say anything, itâs for the best. Just drop it.â You looked at one another, tears threatening to fall out of Tomâs eyes, you hadnât noticed you were already crying.
âNo. Iâm not gonna leave until you tell me whatâs going on, Tom. I care for you and I want to be here for you, just tell me whatâs going on please.â He looked at you and furrowed his brows making tears stream down his cheeks, it hurt to see you so sad especially since he caused it. He turned around in distress and brushed his hands through his hair before turning back to you. He looked into your eyes and sighed knowing there was no way out of this situation.
âIâve been avoiding you because I told Allana youâre my ex.âÂ
âOk and whatâs so ba-â
âLet me finish, y/n, please.â You apologized softly.
âI told her not to tell anyone because I didnât want to break the promise of letting the world know that we dated. A-and she threatened to spill the secret if I didnât stay away from you. She said if I ever told anyone about what she said or if she ever saw me close to you again sheâd expose us right away. I-I didnât want to jeopardize our friendship because I decided to be honest to my two-faced girlfriend.â All this information hit you like a train.
âWow, what. a. fucking. Bitch.â You said stunned, Tom scoffed.
âI feel like an idiot for not listening to the boys and not seeing the red flags.â He sat back down and put his head in his hands.Â
âHey donât worry, I didnât notice anything either. Hell I tried to help her. Maybe weâre too gullibleâŚâ What you said didnât really help so Tom began to sob a bit. You walked over to his side and put a hand on his forearm so that he could look at you. His heart was racing at your touch.
âLook, I know Allana is bat shit crazy, butâŚâ You paused thinking if this was a good thing to tell him, âI uh I donât think I can have you avoiding me all the time, I want you in my life,â He looked up at you surprised, âa-as a friend.â His heart dropped, was that all you were ever going to see him as? A damn friend?Â
âOk, but Allana will tell everyone, and I know how much you care about your privacy.â He said with a stuffy nose, you grabbed a tissue for yourself and Tom.
âI know, but weâll figure out a way. We were clever enough to hide a 6 month relationship.â You smiled, but you both felt sad when you mentioned your past. He got up and wrapped you in his arms tightly. You swayed back and forth as you felt wet droplets fall on the top of your head, and you soaked Tomâs white t-shirt. You both werenât crying only because of what just happened, but because you missed one another in a way that words canât explain. You let out the tears you didnât cry from when Tom didnât respond to you and remembered the nights youâd go through old pictures of you and him alone. Tom was crying out all the tears he wanted to let out when he saw that picture of you and Gavin and from the nights that he craved your touch. He tightened his arms around you like it was the last time heâd ever see you.Â
âAllana might be watching from outside the window, Iâm gonna let you go now.â You said and Tom chuckled sadly letting you go, âWeâll talk about what we can do about this situation in the morning or another time.â You smiled kindly at Tom and he nodded. Tom grabbed your hand softly before you could walk away and pulled you close. You gulped because of how close you were to him,
âThanks for being so kind, sleep well. Goodnight, y/n.â You smiled and replied,
âThanks for being more kind to me. Goodnight.â You gave him one last hug and walked away feeling relieved while Tom still felt guilty despite what you said. He still felt like he needed to do more.
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You woke up at 8 AM feeling a lot happier for some reason. Maybe it was because you cleared things up with Tom last night or because you were going to film a really exciting scene today with some new people.Â
You walked into the kitchen, âGoodmorning boys!â You said enthusiastically walking up behind where Harry was seated and gave him a hug from behind.
âEw whyâre you happy?â Harry asked, still tired.Â
âMorning, y/n!!â Tuwaine and Haz said in unison. You grabbed a bowl and poured yourself a bowl of cereal.
âHarry, when are we gonna watch your film, I canât wait any longer.â You complained.
âMaybe when you come back from set, I want to go back to sleep after I eat.â
âUgh youâre so lazy.â You joked, âwhereâs Tom, isnât he usually up by now?â
Tuwaine looked at the other boys then at you apologetically, âHe uh left around 5 this morning.â
âOh for an early workout or something?â You asked, taking a bite of cereal.
âNo,â Tuwaine cleared his throat, âto Berlin, Germany.â You choked on your cereal.Â
âWait what, youâre joking I thought he leaves in 3 days.âÂ
âI donât know exactly why he left, something about needing a few days for himself before filming. Which I understand because heâs been working hard.â Haz said and you furrowed your brows, was it because of what happened last night? Harry noticed your concern.
âY/n, do you know exactly why he left?â You wanted to tell him, but you couldnât. If the boys found out what Allana said theyâd definitely do something about it and you couldnât let that happen. You shook your head,
âNope, Iâm just as confused as you are.â You said coolly.
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âAre you sure you donât know what was making Tom stressed?â Harry asked as he pulled up in front of the studio.
âYa, Iâm sure. Heâs avoiding me, remember?â It pained you to lie to Harry like that, but you werenât sure if you were ready to let the world know you and Tom dated. Harry looked like he didnât believe you, but he let it go.
âOk then⌠Text or call when you need me to pick you up.â You thanked him again for dropping you off and walked to the set. You saw Lana and walked with her,
âHey, babes, did you see the text from Melissa?â You shook your head no. Melissa was in charge of scheduling which scenes would be filmed every day, âShe said everyone needed to meet at craftyâs before going to sound stage 32.âÂ
âReally? Why?âÂ
âNot quite sure, but thereâs been rumors that filming will be postponed.â Lana said sadly.
âWait, youâre joking.â She shrugged and shook her head as you guys entered the food tent, everyone already looking disappointed.
âHi everyone, as many of you know Covid-19 was just announced as a world wide pandemic and weâve just been shut down from shooting anymore scenes at least for two weeks.â Melissa said everyone groaning, âYes I know this sucks, but please stay safe and healthy while weâre shut down. If you have a trailer here please make sure you clear all your things out because there will be a cleaning team here in two days toâŚâ You drowned Melissaâs voice out
âJust when I thought this day couldnât get any worseâŚâ You sighed and dropped your head on Lanaâs shoulder and she patted your head.
âLastly make sure you all stay in the same shape you are in now, so nothing looks different when we resume shooting.â Melissa hopped off the table and everyone began to clear out to get their things. You called Harry telling him the sad news.Â
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âIâm so upset, Harry, today sucks.â He patted your thigh as he made a right turn.
âItâll be ok, love. Iâm sure you will go back to filming in no time and youâll actually miss having a break.â You just leaned your head on the window wondering if Tom at least made it safely to Berlin, and in that exact moment your phone pinged.Â
Tom: Hi, y/n, I assume the boys have already told you that I left for Berlin. I just landed. Iâm really sorry for not giving a warning, but the space is for the best. I hope you can understand xx
You were upset with everything and everyone at this point and Tomâs text just ruined your mood more. How does he know whatâs best for you? Mad and feeling petty you texted back,
You: k.
Tom: Please, trust me, y/n. This will help out our situation.
You: Last time I checked running away from your problems never helps the situation.
You threw your phone back into your purse annoyed.
âOh shit, what the fuck is she doing here?â Harry asked, displeased. You looked up to see Allana pulling into the driveway just before you and Harry did.Â
âGreat. Just fucking great. Harry, I think Iâm gonna scream.â
âI think I will too. Can we just drive around until sheâs gone?â
âThat would be nice, but I think she already spotted us and wonât leave.â You pointed at her going to sit down on the porch. Harry groaned and pulled into the driveway. As soon as you and Harry stepped out the car she stood up and barked,
âWhere the hell is Tom? He hasnât texted me since yesterday afternoon, today is our 5 month anniversary.â Well that makes things more complicated. Harry looked at you with wide eyes, âWhat? Whyâre you looking at her like that? Did you have something to fucking do with this, y/n?â She said giving you the dirtiest look ever. âBitch I hope it wasnât because of me.â You thought. Harry got closer to you in protective mode.
âNo no I swear. We were all surprised to see Tom gone this morning.â
âGone? Where the hell is he?âÂ
âHe went to Berlin early. Now if youâll excuse us weâd like to relax in our home.â Harry said not letting you talk, almost standing in front of you now. You both began to walk past her, but she squeezed your arm tight and yanked you back. You winced in pain.
âYou bitch what did you do? Donât even think about fucking lying to me.â Her eyes burned into your soul.
âAllana, what the fuck youâre crazy! back off!â Harry said, pulling you back behind him, âI suggest you leave now before things get more ugly.â He said in the most intimidating way possible.
âOk, but the only thing ugly about this is whatever y/n did with Tom. I donât doubt for a second that youâre a stupid whore. I saw that photo of you laying on him last night, and Iâve seen how you flirt with Tom you sk-â
âAllana thatâs enough, go now!â Harry yelled and she looked surprised. She glared at you before stepping back, âStay the fuck away from Tom he doesnât need your ugly ass all over him.â âAllana, sweetie, we live in the same house. Quite dumb of you to think we can really stay away from one another.â You laughed darkly as tears of anger welled up in your eyes.
âOk then, cunt. Go near him, I dare you. You have no idea what Iâm capab-â
âAllana, I said fucking leave!â Harry was tired of this shit. Allana scoffed and finally drove away.
Harry turned to you cradling you in his arms as you let tears fall down your face, âI hate todayâŚâ you hiccuped, âa lot.âÂ
âI know, I know.â He cooed. You looked up at him, âI know something is up, y/n. You need to tell me why my brother really left so I can help you.â You sighed and nodded.
âOk letâs get you cleaned up.â He kept you close to his side and you both walked in. Tom was so wrong thinking him leaving would solve anything.
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Of A Sleep-Deprived Witch And A Crush
SPOILERS FOR ENCHANTING GROM FRIGHT!
BEWARE!
[I put a âread moreâ-break in here, but my last one disappeared, so I just wanna say Iâm sorry in advance in case that happens again and you have to scroll past this entire post.]
This is the story I was talking about yesterday. It was first posted on my Ao3 EleenaDume, which Iâm not going to link here because me linking stuff messes with my posts showing up in the tags, but if any of you want to read it there, just search for the name and you should find it!
...I can already hear you guys facepalming, Iâm sorry.
Have fun with my Luz obliviously crushing on Amity-fic!
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Summary:
So... Amity had a crush on someone, huh?
Of all the things that Luz had expected to come out of this evening, that wasnât something sheâd thought she would learn today...
And now she wasnât sure how she felt about it, but somehow, she found herself lying awake at night, thinking about who the lucky person was that Amityâs fallen in love with so hard that her worst fear was getting rejected by them.
Of course, Luz comes to the most reasonable conclusion when thinking about who the crush in question might be. She has this all figured out.
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No, she doesnât.
SPOILERS FOR ENCHANTING GROM FRIGHT!
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So... Amity had a crush on someone, huh?
Of all the things that Luz had expected to come out of this evening, that wasnât something sheâd thought she would learn today... and that was despite the fact that the Boiling Isles had taught Luz a lot about expecting the unexpected in the little time sheâd spent there so far.
It was the middle of the night, and Luzâs mind had been wandering for hours now.
Today had been... a lot to process. Texting her mom had made her feel a bit better, but she still felt guilty about lying to her and was afraid what would happen if â when â she found out the truth.
But now, Luz was staring at the ceiling of her room in the dark, the cold night air still filling the room despite the fact that sheâd closed the windows a couple of minutes ago â sheâd learned by now that sleeping with an open window wasnât a good idea on the Boiling Isles â, and her head somehow kept drifting back to that note.
Remembering Amityâs upset expression after the monster had ripped it apart still tore Luzâs heart in two.
Amity was amazing, and she didnât deserve to be upset because of something like that. Anyone would have been lucky if sheâd asked them to go to Grom with her, and whoever it was she was crushing on was the luckiest person on the Boiling Isles. Now if only Amity herself would realize that...
âSo she really has a crush on someone, huh?â It felt strange to think about that. Luz felt her heart clench in a weird way when she did. âAnd it has to be a pretty bad one, too, if getting rejected by that person is her worst fear.â
Out of anything Luz would have guessed her friend���s worst fears were from the â admittedly still kind of short â time she knew Amity, being afraid of getting rejected by her crush was among the ones Luz would have put the lowest on the list.
The human girl couldnât exactly place what it was she was feeling when she thought about that, but it definitely wasnât good, and she didnât understand why.
Love was great, wasnât it? And Amity was her friend. Luz wanted her to be happy. That Amity was in love was a good thing, right? That she was afraid of getting rejected didnât make it less of a good thing. Most people were... so Luz should have been happy for her friend.
But what she was feeling right now was... the opposite of happy. She was really upset. Why in the world would she be upset? Why was she being so weird about this?
It made no sense.
Luz sunk back into her pillow and let out a deep sigh. She needed to calm her nerves, and she needed sleep. Desperately. Today had been hard, and it had really shaken her up, for various reasons. Mainly because of seeing her mom. Not just because sheâd learned Amity had a crush on some- why was her mind wandering back to that again?
Why did she even thinking about that in the first place? It wasnât like Amityâs feelings were any of Luzâs business, after all.
...still, as the young witch stared up at the ceiling, she couldnât help but wonder who it was that her friend liked.
Amity only had a few people she actually opened up to, that she was actually herself around and that made her feel comfortable and happy. It had to be one of those, right?
This meant it couldnât be Boscha or Skara or any of their other friends, since Amity had made it pretty clear recently how much she actually disliked hanging out with Boscha and her posse.
So who else could it be? Maybe someone from the library?
No. Luz had only seen Amity hang out there with the twins and the kids she always read to â her reading to them and doing voices would never stop being adorable to Luz â, and obviously it couldnât be them. Luz hadnât seen anyone else around that had in any way interacted with Amity and was even close to their age, and she was pretty sure Amity would have mentioned whoever they were if she did have someone she usually hung out with at the library.
With that excluded, the only person left was...
"ÂĄDios mĂo!" Luz gasped. âI canât believe it. No wonder she was so worried about being rejected!â The answer was so obvious now that she thought about it. How had she missed this until now? âAmityâs in love with Willow!â
In the light of this discovery, everything sheâd seen earlier suddenly made a whole lot more sense to Luz.
The two of them had only become friends again recently. ...were they even friends? The human girl wasnât entirely sure. Willow had said what Amity had done was a start, and they did seem to be getting more comfortable around each other again â all things considered, the rest of Grom had been very fun, and theyâd all hung out as friends without it being uncomfortable in the slightest. So maybe they really were friends again, or at least something like that.
...but they still werenât particularly close, so Amity being afraid of rejection made sense. And honestly, despite knowing that Willow was glad that they were reconnecting, Luz was pretty sure Willow would actually have said no. Willow liked Amity... but Luz was pretty sure that Willow wouldnât have been willing to take a leap of faith like that this early into their newly healing friendship.
But really, all things considered, Amityâs crush on Willow should not have been that surprising to Luz. They had a history, and childhood best friends eventually falling in love was a pretty common thing, after all.
It was also one of Luzâs favorite fanfic tropes, but that was kind of beside the point.
She wasnât sure how she was supposed to be feeling about this â they were both her friends, and they were both great, and she wanted Amity to be happy, so of course sheâd be supportive and keep her fingers crossed that things would work out for her eventually, but... something about this didnât feel quite right.
Being supportive and happy for someone wasnât supposed to make her heart ache like this, was it? And it sure as hell wasnât supposed to make her want to cry...
What was wrong with her?
âPull yourself together, Luz. I know today has been a really emotional day, but crying for no reason is a bit much, donât you think?â
A couple deep breaths helped calm her down.
âThere. All better.â
Her mind drifted back to Amity and Willow immediately, and Luz started wondering how she could actually be a supportive friend when it came to this.
She started thinking about how this made the already terrible thing that Amityâs parents had done to their daughter so much worse â gosh, even thinking of them made Luz clench her fists in anger, how dare they treat Amity and Willow like that â, and Luz couldnât help but wonder for how long Amity had known she had feelings for Willow while being unable to as much as look at her without worrying about the effect it might have... before Luz had helped them patch up their friendship.
Thinking about that hurt.
Amityâs parents were beyond terrible, and she and the twins deserved so much better.
Luz and her mother didnât always see eye to eye, but they still loved each other.
This was a completely different level of awful.
Willow and Amity had been so close when they were younger. Luz had never had a friendship like that in her life for as long as she could remember. And then Amityâs parents had just taken that away from the two girls, leaving their daughter without any real friends and unable to tell her crush how she felt.
â...should I try to help and set Amity and Willow up?â Luz thought to herself, but pretty much immediately scrapped that idea again.
She shouldnât be so nosy. She should let their friendship develop at a natural speed. Not try to rush things. Trying that might just mess their relationship up all over again.
Willow had been hurt, and she needed time to heal before she was entirely ready to let her former best friend back into her life entirely. And that was okay.
All things considered, that Amity hadnât asked Willow out was probably for the best. It would have been too early...
âAnd dancing with Amity was really nice.â
Luzâs eyes widened.
âWhat the- Where did that just come from?â She shook her head and sighed. âOkay Luz, itâs getting late and youâre clearly sleep-deprived, time to actually try to sleep!â
Yeah, that was it. Just sleep deprivation. Definitely.
Still, when she closed her eyes, Luz couldnât help but think of Amityâs small, soft hands in hers and how nicely close their faces had been to each other as they had all but hovered during their moonlight dance.
The memory made her smile. A lot. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd felt this happy and comfortable around anyone. Maybe she never had.
Despite the bad things that had happened today, Luz fell asleep feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
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hi! :) could it get a stanley barber x reader with prompt 23 of the romantic prompts?
Hate (how) you (make me feel) - Stanley Barber x reader
a\n - this took so long lol, hope you like it. i feel like there wereânt that many scenes with him but thatâs just how the idea rolled so i promise to post a second Stanley fic featuring more of him.
trigge warnings: angst, cursing
word count: 3243
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Stanley Barber was my best friend, and I'm saying âwasâ because heâs been ignoring me for about a week now. I donât know what happened, but I guess he just got tired of me, which was not very typical for him - heâs the type of guy to stick with you through thick and thin, heâd walk through fire with you even if you started it. However, it was typical for people to get tired of me. Itâs not the first time my friends walk away from me, and if I survived losing them, iâll survive losing Stanley, but this is different. The thing is, he wasnât just my best friend. I truly liked him. I mean, liked-liked, like, I love him. He doesn't know, obviously, I'd never risk our friendship. The last time we hung out i almost did it, kind of confessed. Maybe this is what scared him off?
I open my computer and search up âhow to get over losing a friend?â
1. Don't try to force closure.
A week ago, Stanley and I were still okay. I was planning to ask him to go to homecoming with me. As friends, of course, but i guess thatâs out of the question now. My mind travels to the last time we hung out.
â(y\n)!â Stanley smiled at me from the porch. He ran toward me, even though he wasn't wearing shoes. He almost slipped over a random rock in the driveway, but it didnât stop him from reaching out and pull me into a hug. His hugs were the best hugs ever, and nothing can convince me otherwise. âHey stan '' I replied into his chest, since I didn't get the chance to stand on my toes and minimize the height difference, which kind of made the hug even better. âYo, i have to show you what i got! I searched for it for so long, and I finally got it!â he said, grabbing my hand and running into his house. âMy dad is, uh, heâs away, which means that, uh, we can watch it right now!â he kept going as he dragged me to his room. His hand still held mine when we arrived, and I hoped heâd blame how red my cheeks got on the running. His other hand grabbed a VHS from his desk, âlook!â he smiled, leaving my hand to hold the VHS right in my face. I took it from his hands. âItâs (your favorite 80âs movie)!â I smiled, looking down at the VHS. he took it back and ran upstairs, âcome on!â. I followed him upstairs, and arrived just in time to catch him sliding on the floor rock-star style toward the VHS player. âThereâs- uh, thereâs popcorn bags in the cabinet next to the fridgeâ he called, and I walked past him toward the kitchen, ruffling his hair on my way to get the popcorn. He claimed to hate it, but it was funny how heâd get mad. â(y\n)! It took forever to- ``''get my hair to look this good, donât ever touch it again because i know where you live!â I mimicked him. He always said this exact sentence, which followed a âand what would you do?â from me, and to that he had a different answer every time. âIâll take away your popcorn privileges!â he threatened this time. âWhateverâ I laugh.
By the end of the movie we were cuddled up, his hand on my shoulder and my legs over his lap. I leaned on him while trying to dig up some popcorn crumbs from the bag. He took the bag and poured the crumbs in his mouth. âStan!â i said, punching his chest. He moved the bag and I suddenly noticed how close our faces were. His eyes looked right at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat. He stuck his tongue at me breaking the awkward stare.âi love youâ i thought to myself. I didnât even realise I said that out loud until Stan got up. âWhat? Wait? Are you serious?â he asked, and i was quick to deny the meaning behind it, thought it was not smooth. âOf course buddy, youâre my best friend, '' I said, getting up to pinch his shoulder. âOh! oh, right, yeah, love you too, buddyâ he smiled at me. âWell, i gotta go to.. Workâ i made up, desperate to escape the scene. âReally? I didnât see your name on the shift list-â Stan said, confused. I forgot we work at the same place. âUh, yeah, Jason wanted me to replace him, he has a.. Huge test and he didnât have the time to studyâ i lied. âO-â stan started, âkayâ. I was already on the other side of the door though.Â
I later on looked at the shift list, it was Jenna and Carlaâs, so Stanly probably knows I lied. Maybe thatâs that, so no need to talk to him about his sudden distance.Â
2. Give yourself a lot to look forward to
What can I do to keep myself busy? Maybe I can take up a new hobby - guitar, painting, writing. I can talk to mrs. Miller to get more shifts a week? Iâll talk to her today. Wait, shit, today. I have a shift with Stanley. We rarely get to work together, since Mrs. Miller knows we tend to talk instead of working, it was like that ever since we met at my first shift.
âStanley, I'd like you to meet (y\n), sheâs going to replace me since I'm leaving for college tomorrow. I was supposed to teach her the job, but my mom stalled with choosing a replacement. I think she tried to get me to stay. You think you can show her around?â Frank said. Frank Miller. Heâs dating my brother, so he hooked me up with this job since his mom is the owner. âSure thing, Frankeyâ the curly-haired boy said, and Frank left us to be. On our way here he promised i would like the company, âyouâd get along just fine, (nickname), Stanley, for example, is just as weird as you, if not more. Heâs the only person to call me âfrankeyâ other than my momâ were his exact words, and when Stanley noticed your bloodwitch shirt, it turned out that he was right.Â
âFirst thing first, you gotta change, unfortunately we canât wear awesome band shirts to work. I know. Itâs stupidâ he said, and took a pink polo shirt identical to his from under the table. âAnd whatâs your favorite bloodwitch song?â he asked me, tossing the shirt at me. âHard questionâ I replied, putting on the pink shirt and adjusting the tuck. âA gun to your head, whatâs your answer?â he says. âWell, a gun to my head⌠(your fav)``I say, and he smiles. His smile is so pretty, and even though i barely know the guy, i know that iâd love to make him smile again.
I arrive at the bowling alley, step 3 repeating in my head.
3. Meet new people â but don't pressure yourself to find a new BFF ASAP.
âHeyâ i smile at Mrs. Miller. Sure, sheâs old, but i can befriend her, right? It counts. âHeyâ She smiles back. âHowâs Frank?â I ask her, and she asks about my brother after saying her son is doing great in college. âWell, heâs just fineâ i reply, and with that Mrs. Miller is off to do whatever she needs to do to keep the place running. So maybe making her my friend is not a good idea.Â
Stanly is already there, since his shift started earlier, and he was shining the shoes behind that same counter where we first met. The hours pass by, but no one my age is arriving, itâs either 12 year olds or 30 years old, and my hope to find a new friend is slowly fading. Maybe i should just work on my existing connections.
A short haired girl I recognised from school rushed in, and walked directly to Stanley, who went back to the shoes. As they talked, he glanced at me. I hurried and moved my eyes toward the couple who was about to ask me to get them fries. I never knew i needed to be a waiter if i work at a bowling alley, they donât even tip me here. Maybe i should quit and get a different job where there is no Stanley Barber and his beautiful smile and stupid curls and charming personality. Somewhere where someone else is choosing the playlist and I'm forced to listen to Justin Biber. Maybe iâll even start liking his music. Stanley and the girl leave.
An hour passed, and I understand he may never come back here to close, meaning I had to do it by myself for the first time. A couple walks in, and i recognise them from school, in fact, i even manage to remember their names. âDina, Bradley, heyâ I smile at them. The making-new -friends plan is back on track.
 4. Tailor your social media if needed.
I took a picture of the burger I ordered, posting it on my story. I tagged Dinna. My plan succeeded, as you see. Dinna is likeable, however Brad pissed me off. He was being a bit possessive and controlling, but Dinna was blind to it. âOh, my friend Sydney would be joining us, I hope thatâs okay, I just rarely get to hang out with her now that I have a boyfriend. She doesn't really like him, so having the both of âem around at the same time is not an optionâ Dinna says, and the bell rang, meaning someone walked in. The girl that Stanley took off with yesterday sat down across from her. âSydney! Meet (y\n), i met her at the bowling alley yesterdayâ Dinna says. âOh, hiâ Sydney smiles, but her voice is a bit disappointed. âWell, iâll be off soon, iâll just finish my foodâ i said. âOh, okayâ Sydney starts, but Dinnaâs âoh, no, why?â is clashing. I choose to answer Dinna. âHomework. I had to close the Bowling alley alone since Stan..ley ditched meâ i said, deciding to use his name instead of the nickname i got used to. âI wonder whyâs thatâ Dinna said, looking at Sydney. âI- i donât know if i can share the news with her, no offence, but i donât know youâ Sydney said. âOh, none takenâ I say, But Dinna insists. âCome on, you canât leave me hanging. You said you hung out with him on the phone, and that youâll give me the details face to face! Come on, you can trust (y\n), sheâs alrightâ Dinna said, and now I know for sure I don't want to hear Sydneyâs news. âWell, we got high,â Sydney gave in. Stanley and I used to get high together. âAnd then we, uh, slept together,â Sydney says. âYou know I'm actually gonna take that to go and leave now, lots of homeworkâ I say, getting up. I paid on my way out, and started to walk home as tears formed in my eyes. I refuse to blink and let the warm, salty liquid run down my cheeks, but when I arrive home, my mascara is all smudged and I'm shaking. I hurry into my room before my mom notices.
5. Have a game plan when dealing with mutual friends.
Step 5 made me laugh when I first saw it, but now that Dinna invited me to come along with her and Sydney to Rickyâs birthday party, I had to figure it out. I havenât told Dinna the real reason i left, and when she called to ask about my homework progress my voice was still shaky from crying, and i was confused as to what homework is she talking about, cause i always finish these during school breaks, especially now that i donât spend them with Stanley. We used to finish as much as we could together, but weâd lose focus and I ended up sitting at the park after school to finish what I had left.
I agreed, thinking it will take my mind off of Stanley, but I later found out heâs planning to be there. All I need to do is just.. Avoid him. I bet heâs gonna be late. He was always late to work, and to our hang outs over at my house or anywhere other than his house. He used to be late at school, but then he started picking me up and I told him to be there half an hour before the time I wanted him there, and he arrived right when I needed him. When he found out, he was so offended, so I reminded him of the first time he picked me up at school. The both of us had to write a two page long essay about arriving on time and the importance of being present at school, since we missed the entirety of the first period. Ever since then, he got to my house 15 minutes earlier than he used to, just to be safe.Â
6. Try to learn something from it (if you can).
My friendship with Stanley was good to the both of us. We matured together, we learned new things together. We made each other better, and encouraged each other to be ourselves. Not that Stanley was shy, but he wasn't as shouty as he is nowdays. He wouldn't ask someone to homecoming, for example, but he did that at Rickâs party. Homecoming is tomorrow, and iâm going alone, which is kind of sad. I put on a nice enough dress (or jumpsuit, or suit, whatever floats your boat. I wore a jumpsuit to prom at my senior year). I did my makeup a bit more dramatic than usual. Dinna and Sydney promised me a dance from each. After hanging out with her a bit, I liked Syd. i couldnât holf the fact she had sex with the guy i love against her, itâs not like she did it on purpose, she was high and as i learned when she confessed to me she has feelings for Donna, not interasted in ever doing that again. I was surprised she made me her secret buddy, but I guess it made sense - she couldnât tell Dinna without risking their friendship, and the same goes for Stanley, who partially believed he had a chance with Syd.
âYou look gorgeous!â Dinna smiled at me as she made her way toward me, hugging me. âYou look.. Like a christmas tree, in the best way possibleâ i compliment her. She laughs, âthanksâ. She offers to go place our votes for prom king and queen, and just when weâre done, Sydis approaches us, dragging Stanley along with her.Â
 âStanâ Dinna smiles at him. He was wearing his sky blue suit. When he got it i said itâs stupid, but now that i see him wearing it, it suited him. His fashion sense was kind of weird, but I liked it, it was very much⌠him. âDina! You look like a Christmas treeâ Stan said. âThanks, manâ Dinna said, âactually (y\n) said the same thing. You two work together, right?â. âYeah, but we barely get any shifts togetherâ I said. It wasnât a lie. âYeahâ Stan agreed, looking anywhere but at me. âIâm gonna go get some punchâ I said, and left.
7. Accept that you may never reconnect.
They kept talking for a bit, and I took a seat on the benches with my punch. It wasnât that good, but i said iâm off to get one so i had to stick to the story. âHey (y\n)â a familiar voice said as the sky-blue wearing guy sat down next to me. He didnât sit too close, but I could still feel the warmth his body was radieting and smell all 3 colons he had on. âHey, Stanleyâ I replied, keeping my eyes on the dance floor. âSo you wanna dance?â he asked. âNo, not reallyâ I said. It wasnât exactly the truth. I wanted too, but i just felt like heâs asking out of pity, or cause Dinna and Syd forced him. You really expect me to believe he wanted anything to do with me after the way heâs been ignoring me for two whole weeks? âYeah, I guess i get that. Look, I'm really sorry for ignoring you, i just-â Step 1 - donât look for clouser my mind screamed at me. âYou just hate me?â I ask, finally looking at him. âNot you, no, neverâ he says, turning his eyes to me. They looked just as sad as mine, he was⌠offended. âI donât- how can you ever think that?â he said. âAre you really asking that?â I say, a sad laugh accompanies my words. âNo, (y\n), i could never hate you, I just hate how you make me feel-â he says, and I look at him confused. âHowâs that better?â I say, but he ignores me and continues to talk. âi hate how you make me feel so⌠not in control. When iâm around you, i get all stuttery, and i have this annoying feeling like- like there are butterflies in my stomach. Have you ever felt that? Itâs terribleâ he says, and then cuts eye contact. The dance floor seems very interesting to me now, too. âLook, two weeks ago, when you said you love me, I really wanted it to be true. I stayed away because I realized that you donât feel the same and I have to accept that. But, (y\n), not having you in my life sucked, so I don't care if itâs just as friends, I want you to be a part of my lifeâ he said, fidgeting with his fingers. âStan..â I started, but I had no clue how to word what I wanted to say. I rested my hand on his shoulder. âLook, itâs cool if you donât feel the same, but just, be my friend again, please?â he said, and as he finished the sentence he finally looked at me. I took the chance. Now or never. My lips met his. He was surprised for a second, but once he realized what was happening, his hands found my waist and he turned his body to me as we looked for a comfortable enough position. We finally break the kiss to breath, but none of us dares to open our eyes, just in case this is a dream and weâll wake up if we open our eyes. I can feel his breath on my lips, and I want to pull him into another kiss, but first i have to say something.
âStan, I won't be your friend,â I say, opening my eyes to look at him. He opened his eyes. âWhat?â. âHowever, i will be your girlfriendâ the words slip out of my mouth, and the look in his eyes was so worth it. â(y\n), donât ever scare me like that againâ he says, and offers me his hand right as the music gets slower. âNow, may i have this dance, babe?â he asks. âOnly if you never call me babe againâ I say and take his hand. âThatâs fair, yeah, it felt wrongâ He Said as he spun me around on our way to the dance floor. Looks like i donât need to worry about step 7 after all.
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Joining His Pack: Bonding (Final)
Description: Sanctuary Series: Life goes on for you and Namjoon, no matter the circumstances.
Posted: 05/22/2020
Tags: Â Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Reader
Angst/Fluff: 3,656 words
A/N:Â First day of Fic Dump! Anybody surviving the music video? Because Iâm hanging in there but I have about a thousand ideas for Yoongi stories now. Havenât listened to the full thing yet, but I will after I post this.Â
Darkness and the damp smell of rain is what woke you up.
You groaned and rolled onto your feet, shivering at the cold of the floor and shuffling toward where the damp smell was coming from while still trying to open your eyes and getting your wobbly legs to comply.
You grumbled when a cool breeze met your skin, making you shiver again as chills went up your spine.
Then a blanket was draped around your shoulders. âThe door broke,â Namjoon whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.
You sighed and leaned back onto him. âGuess that moved up on our list of things to fix and replace.â
He nodded. âJust a little. Sort of a pretty morning, though.â
You finally managed to peel your eyes open, looking out over the back yard as the rain poured down across your yardâthe flowers from your garden bending but staying upright. Predawn light giving the world a hazy look that was actually quite soothing.
âOur gardens will be happy, we were supposed to water them yesterday,â He commented further, head resting on yours.
You yawned, turning and hugging onto him instead. âWhyâs it so cold?â
âBecause youâre naked, babe,â He chuckled.
You huffed indignantly. âAnd why am I naked?â
âBecause we mated,â He whispered in your ear, fingers grazing over the ultra-sensitive spot where he had marked you.
You shuddered, keening at his touch and pressing closer.
He chucked again. âCome on, back to bed with you. Iâll be there as soon as I prop the door back in the frame. Iâm surprised you can walk.â
âBarely, my legs are still wobbly. What happened to the nest?â
âI cannibalized it to make sure you stayed warm.â He guided you back to bed, holding you upright until you could collapse onto it, then covering you up carefully to make sure you wouldnât get cold.
âWhere are you going?â You asked indignantly.
He smiled. âDoor? Me, propping it in the frame to keep the house warmer?â
âOh,â You mumbled, grabbing and pulling the blankets. âHurry.â
He laughed softly, his âyouâre too adorable and Iâm dyingâ laugh which you loved so immensely. He was too adorable for words. He could be all suave and cool but all you had to do was flirt a little and suddenly he turned into your tall, clumsy, adorkable sweetheart who was so cutely shy that sometimes you felt the need to just shower him in affection until he was all dimples and laughter.
Maybe you should have put the door back in place.
You pushed yourself up. âNamjoon, be careful!â
Your warning came a little late, a crashing noise sounding through the house as the words âbe carefulâ left your mouth.
You winced. âAre you okay?â
âYeah, I just dropped the door. Iâll be there in a second,â He answered, only a slight edge of panic in his tone.
You leaned out of the bed and pulled the basket of extra blankets closer to you. âIs the door okay?â
He didnât answer for a moment. âSort of?â
You slipped out of bed again, stumbling out to look. âOh my.â
He cringed. âWhat should I do?â
You examined the situation. âCall Jin or Micheal.â
He nodded, following you back into the bedroom and ushering you into bed, making sure you were tucked in while he went to call one of the men for help with the situation.
You were in a sort of doze when he crawled into bed again, arms wrapping around you and hands chilled.
âYou asleep?â He asked in a whisper.
âMmm, not quite.â
âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
âWeâre going to last the ages, arenât we?â
âWe are,â You replied happily, wiggling closer. âWeâve made it this far, havenât we?â
âStill need to work on the house,â He said softly.
âTrue, but as long as weâre both in one piece everything else is just details,â You told him, shrugging slightly and tilting your head so he could rub his nose along your neck.
âMight have bitten too hard, babe,â He whispered, sounding concerned as he nudged your mark, causing you to hiss slightly.
You hummed, the hum turning to a moan as he flicked his tongue over the mark. âThe door?â
âYoongi is coming over, he picked up Michealâs phone. Apparently Timothy was running a really high fever again.â
âPoor pup,â You whispered. âHuman hospitals suck. They should go to the Sanctuary.â
âI think they are.â
âWait, does that mean we should be getting dressed?â
âWeâve still got time. He was feeding Eunyeong breakfast and he said he needed to get her dressed after that. So, at least half an hour.â
You nodded. âTae coming too?â
âIf heâs already awake, probably. If not, then no.â
You sighed. âBetter let me up, honey.â
He grumbled slightly, but placed another kiss on your shoulder before letting you go. âYou start your new job next week, right?â
âYes,â You answered, letting the blankets slip from your body and walking to the closet to pick your outfit. You didnât have to go anywhere (you werenât allowed to go anywhere) but you didnât want to look like a bum when other members of the pack arrived. Not to mention it was great to tease Namjoon in the mornings.
âYouâre still wobbling,â Namjoon said after a moment.
âYouâre still staring,â You retorted playfully, tail swishing in happiness as you pulled out your desired clothes. You really did need to get dressed, you were starting to get goosebumps.
âYou want your black bra?â
âPlease.â
âPreference onââ
âWhichever you grab first,â You answered, catching the bra he tossed you. âCan you go get the muffin mixes from the top cabinet?
âYeah, when did you want to reorganize the kitchen?â
âPossibly today.â You threw the sweater on and then sat down to put on socks. âDepends on what happens after your brothers get here.â
âWell, Tae usually enjoys spending time here, and we havenât seen them much since they came down, so Yoongi will probably end up asleep on our couch and youâll get to cuddle the kitten.â
You grinned, following into the kitchen and pulling out the mixing bowl to make the muffins. âSounds like a perfect lazy day.â
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then hopped onto an empty counter while you mixed the muffin mix and poured it into the muffin tin liners. âYeah, that mark looks pretty bad. Sorry, baby.â
You shrugged. âOnly hurts when you press on it, and even then itâs one of those pains that feels somewhat pleasurable.â
âWeird omega,â He whispered teasingly.
âBashful alpha,â You retorted, closing the oven door and going over to him, leaning against his legs.
He leaned down and kissed you, slowly, a little lethargic.
Both of you jumped as the make-shift blockade for the doorway fell in.
You sighed. âWouldnât be so bad if the wind wasnât coming from that direction, and if it didnât have rain with it.â
He nodded. âThey should be here soon andââ
The doorbell rang before he could finish.
You moved so he could go answer the door, not trusting your legs to get you that far and instead taking his spot on the counter.
Taehyung came in, obviously following his nose, the toddling following while holding onto his tail and looking fairly grumpy herself.
You grinned. âMorning!â
Taehyung grunted, and leaned against the counter next to you.
The kitten grabbed onto your feet.
You reached down and picked her up, setting her on your lap to cuddle her. âThatâs quite the grumpy face, little one.â
âShe didnât get back to sleep after Micheal and Becca took Timothy to the doctors, and we gave her some medicine to help boost her immune system in case its contagious,â Yoongi explained, looking his usual level of tired, but staring at the door. âNamjoonâŚhow?â
Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. âUmâŚIâm not sure?â
You smiled as they went to inspect, resting your hand on Taeâs head. âIâve got some banana nut muffins in the oven.â
âI love you. Namjoon, I love her!â
âSheâs mine, Tae, you can only love her platonically.â
âThen I love her platonically.â
You giggled at the exchange. âTheyâll be ready in a couple minutes.â
He finally moved, sitting on the counter across from you, then his eyes widened. âWhat did Joonie-hyung do to your neck?â
You shrugged a little. âItâs not as bad as it looks.â
He looked at you like youâd grown a third head.
You blinked. âItâs a mating mark, Taehyung.â
He turned bright red and looked away. âI forgot canines did that.â
âYup.â You stroked the soft kitten ears. âEunyeongâs fur is still baby-soft. Iâm so jealous.â
âRight?!â He perked up again. âYoongi-hyung got her some special fur shampoo thatâs amazing! Costs way too much for me, but you know how he is with her.â
âHe spoils in her ways that wonât spoil her personality, it is beyond adorable.â You pressed a cute kiss to her forehead.
Euny blinked up at you sleepily, huffing grumpily.
The timer went off and Taehyung pulled the muffins out for you, taking one and starting to dig into it.
Euny made a sound and opened her mouth like a little chick.
Taehyung shook his head. âWords, honey.â
âPleeeeease?â She said, sweetly.
He grinned and got a bowl and put a muffin in it. âLittle bites, baby.â
âOkay,â She said, still grumpy but holding the bowl and picking off bites from the muffin. She curled against you as she ate, tail flicking.
âSo, you guys going to have kids?â
âEventually, but I think we want to get a bit more done on this place, and spend a little bit of quiet time together before then. I mean, things are just settling down from the trials, and Iâm off house-arrest at the end of the week, and I start my new job after that.â You shrugged. âWe both agreed that we wanted to wait a while before having pups. Besides, shouldnât you be pestering Jimin about kits?â
âEh, heâs been so stressed between last years incident and moving and the wedding that I figure itâs a miracle heâs in one piece. Maybe next year.â
âYou going to join Hoseok in the master-nanny business?â
âI wish. First weâd have to move back home. Besides, Hoseokie-hyung is probably going to be a teacher at the Sanctuary school at some point.â Taehyungâs tail playfully flicked open cabinets to inspect.
âYoongi set a time frame for your visit?â
He shook his head.
âWant to help me reorganize the kitchen?â
He grinned and nodded.
Namjoon eventually got shooed away from helping when Yoongi almost had a replacement door dropped on his head, and he helped you and Taeâmeaning the boys did the work while you supervised and held Euny who was giggling a little when her Uncles made faces at you, and subsequently at her.
When Yoongi was done, he joined you sitting on the counter and eating a muffin and watching the boys do your work for you.
But all of you got quiet when Yoongi got a call from Micheal.
Yoongi was pretty quiet, just replying to him. âOkay. Yeah, Iâll bring Euny in.â He rubbed his forehead looking worried. âYeah. Okay, thanks.â
You watched him for a moment while he hung up.
âWell?â Tae asked when Yoongi had been quiet for too long. Frozen.
âTimmy has pneumonia,â Yoongi finally said. âThey want to test Euny just to be safe.â
Taehyung drooped. âThatâs terrible.â
Yoongi nodded. âYeah. Alright. I can either leave you here or drop you off back home.â
Taehyung looked at Namjoon.
He shrugged. âPretty sure we were planning on you staying here all day anyway. Whatever you want, Taehyung.â
âIâll stay here, hyung. Itâd be boring being at home with no one around.â
You kissed the kittenâs head, wondering if she did feel a little warm, before handing her over to Yoongi.
âIâm sure sheâll be fine, hyungie. If she does have it, then we know before itâs really set in and we can treat it accordingly.â Taehyung hugged Yoongi, then kissed Euny on the cheek. âIâd go with youââ
âNo!â Yoongi and Namjoon shouted simultaneous.
âNo, thatâs okay, you stay far away from the doctors office,â Yoongi continued.
You giggled, hopping off the counter and falling into Namjoons arms when your legs didnât work. âGood luck at the office.â
Yoongi glanced you over. âNamjoon, try not to put her back in the hospital.â He went toward the door.
You managed to get your footing again, but stayed in Namjoonâs arms.
Taehyung stretched after hearing the front door close. âSo, what else needs to be done?â
âThe things we donât use a lot need to be put in the highest cabinets. But I have to unpack those still, so weâre pretty much done today. Movie time?â
âMovie time!â Taehyung agreed excitedly.
âIâll make the popcorn.â You wobbled over to the counter and pulled out the popcorn.
âReally, though, Namjoon-hyung, maybe go easy on her next time.â
You laughed as Namjoon gave a flustered response, throwing the popcorn into the microwave. âFor the record, I encouraged him to. Nothing like a good romp. And the ones that leave you wobbly the next day are the best.â You kissed Namjoon on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and watching him turn red.
âN-noonaâŚ.â Taehyung objected, completely flustered. âIâm still here.â
âHmm, true. Alright, I can stand Joonie. You guys go pick a movie.â You smoothed Namjoonâs shirt and turned your attention back to snacks because snacks were very important.
Snacks were very important.
âââ
âThank you! Have a great day,â You told the customer, handing over their bag of sweets before going to replenish the cinnamon-sugar banana chips. They were popular with several hybrid species and with the remembrance day of the restriction of hybrids coming up, the shop had been fairly busy. It had become a custom to have a sort of communal meal, everyone bringing something to the table as a bunch of hybrids got together. Last year youâd spent it with a group of singles at a party hosted by some of the security staff.
Anyway, âOtter Perfection Sweetsâ had a steady stream of customers that were there to prepare for guests or being a guest. And since there was a wide selection of specialty sweets that were aimed toward hybrids, a large portion of your customers were either hybrids, or those buying for hybrids. But it was definitely different from your other job.
One, your boss was way better. She was sensible, yet fun, and very flexible about your schedule. She was very family oriented and so friendly that before you knew it she had memorized all of the names of your pack members and how they were related to your mate, and would frequently follow up on things that she heard about.
Not that you didnât also know way more about her family than you expected to.
Youâd been working there for a few weeks now, and already had dinner with her familyâall of which, from her grandparents, siblings, and parents, lived in one house. Except her. She lived above the shop because,
âMy sister is moving back in with them with her man and her eight pups. I love them to bits, but I also love having a full nightâs rest. Besides, theyâre going to come here all the time anyway.â
And you didnât blame her one bit for moving out. Because her family did drop in all the time and depending on who it was it could get very lively in the small shop.
You helped a couple more customers, happy to see product being sold. You liked her. You liked her products. You liked this job.
âY/n, can you refill the ice-cream freezer?â
âYup,â You called back, hurrying to the back to get the tray of cartons out of the freezer and then bring it out.
You were so focused on straightening the shelf after filling it that you didnât hear the person sneaking in until they spoke from directly behind you.
âYou know, Iâve been in here a couple times, but youâre the most delicious looking thing I think Iâve seen so far.â
You flinched in surprise, turning to smack him down.
Namjoon grinned at you. âYou were about to tell me off, werenât you?â
Deja vu.
âHi,â You whispered, grinning.
He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. âHi. Why are you whispering?â
âBecause I wanted two more seconds with you and if I said it louder sheâd come out to say hello.â You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
âOh, she already saw me. Headed into the back so I could surprise you,â He replied at a normal volume. âReady to go, baby?â
âJust need to do a few more things and clock out. While youâre waiting you should pick out those treats. Some for Jungkook since heâs spending his first summer away from home, some for Yoongi, Tae, and Eunyeong, and then the watermelon chips for the triplets birthday next week.â
âArenât they all coming for the tripletsâ birthday?â Namjoon asked, frowning in thought.
âYoongi has to work, Tae said he might come but he also found out that the art gala heâs supposed to go to is the night after and you know the trip takes several hours. And Jungkook got that job, so he doesnât know if heâs going to be there or not. Either way, if we send the package tomorrow he should get it by the next day and the sentiment is still the same no matter when he gets it. Spit spot.â You waved him off and went to check out a customer.
Your boss came out to refill the truffle tray. âI give you December of next year before the two of you have pups, and thatâs being pessimistic.â
You just laughed and closed out your drawer, taking it back to the office and locking it while bringing out her drawer. âI give you to August of next year before you have a serious relationship. And thatâs being pessimistic.â
She rolled her eyes. âSure, you just go find me someone who likes kids and knows how to balance work and fun and Iâll help you win that bet.â
âDonât tempt me,â You replied in a sing-song voice and then skipped toward Namjoon. âNo, baby, not the watermelon leather. The watermelon chips.â
âWhatâs the difference?â He looked confused as you changed out the bags.
âTexture.â You checked what else he had gotten, then led him up to the counter. âAnyway, how was work?â
âEh, it was work. Iâm not a fan of our current project, but what can you do? But Iâm definitely ready to be home,â He answered, kissing your cheek. He slipped his arm around your waist, just handing you his wallet so you could take care of paying instead. He was breathing in your scent, trying to detox from a stressful day.
You smiled up at him, then took the bag of sweets, said goodnight to your boss and led the way out of the shop. âLast time we left my work together was the second time weâd met.â
He blinked a couple times and then smiled a dimple smile. âWow. That was so long agoâŚand yet also a really short time ago.â
âWe havenât even been together a year,â You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as you walked.
âAnd what a year itâs been,â He said, huffing a laugh as he did. âBut I knew when I smelled you that dayâŚwhen you flirted so shamelessly with me, that you were the one for me. There was no one else.â
âI was shameless, wasnât I!â You puffed up proudly. âI should get back to being shameless.â
âOnly with me, baby,â He whispered smoothly. âSpeaking of shamelessâŚ.â
âWhen we get home you donât want to wear clothes for the rest of the night?â
âUmâŚnot what I was going to sayâŚbut I can roll with that as long as weâre in our room. Being active.â
âDeal, but I have to finish the care packages first. Then we can have fun.â
âRight. Care packages.â He got the car door for you. âDo I get one for work? And not being with you?â
âHmm, you get to come home to your care package every day,â You reasoned, kissing him above the door and then climbing into the seat.
âWhat if thatâs not enough to sustain me,â He asked, still holding the door open.
You hummed, pretending to think. âThen I suppose I better start working harder.â
He grinned and closed the door.
You watched him as he waited for a few cars to pass by so he could get to his side of the vehicle without getting hurt. He was wearing a suit, and loosening the tie in such an attractive manner that you wished the drive home was shorter.
Namjoon got in, adjusting his seat again and the mirrors.
So suave. So enchanting and romantic. The perfect, attractive man that youâd see as the male lead in a movie.
âHow did I get such a perfect partner?â You asked softly.
He glanced at you, suddenly shy and bashful. âHow did I get a lovely little wolf to join my pack as my mate?â
You thought about it. âWell, if I remember correctly, you were chasing after a pup. Something I hope to see again someday.â
He nodded, taking your hand. âEventually, you will.â
âWhen weâre ready.â
âExactly. Whenever weâre ready,â He agreed, looking at you for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road.
You settled into the seat, gazing at the road ahead, excitement bursting in your heart.
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