#honestly i didnt expect him to be in any fics at all no one seems to remember him
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Plot twist: there are more fics on ao3 including Kataru than there are blue archer fics
#kataru is just a side character in like all except for 1 of the fics but hes still tagged in more#honestly i didnt expect him to be in any fics at all no one seems to remember him#i am however surprised theres only 1 blue archer fic#i thought for sure thered be maybe a small handful of fics. maybe like 5? there are only like 200-something nexo knights fics so i-#-couldnt expect there to be too many but still#lego ninjago#lego ninjago kataru#ninjago kataru#nexo knights#i wanted to look at nexo knights fanfics + then i was curious how many bluearcher fics there were#and when i saw there was only 1 i went â??? only one???? you mean no one ships them??? dude id expect that for like kataru or something but-#-for a ship including 2 main characters?? ⊠wait are there any kataru fics on ao3?â#i dont actually have the energy to read fics lately but i like to save links to read later#although i didnt find anything. again kataru was only a side character judging by the main tags + the summaries of the fics he was tagged in#and i already read the blue archer fic bc it was only 130 words#anyways if anyone has any bluearcher fics or just cool nexo knights fics here on tumblr give me a link? i know not everyone puts their fics-#-on ao3. mine are all on tumblr (although i do plan on getting an ao3)
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It is time
We made it to Christmas
a shadowvani and custard family fic.
Originally given to the shadowvani server and a few others as a treat.
Vanilla could hear the giggles and light steps before they reached the door and pushed it open just enough to squeeze in. Understandable, yet still snuggled under the covers in a position too comfy to simply move he stayed. He'd made his intent clear last night and he highly doubts he's this tired at a sensible time to be awake.
Luckily Shadow Milk is there to relieve their little guest as they clamber up and onto the sheets, and the giggles and laughs are intentionally kept quiet, which Vanilla does appreciate. He grapples little Custard cookie iii playfully and scoops him up into a half cuddle-half tickle hold.
"And what on earth are you doing up?" His tickle interrogation strategy with no real malice loosens just the slightest to let custard have a slight reprieve.
"Haha- it's chris'ma-ha-as."
"Is it? Are you sure? I don't think it is."
"Ye-ha-yes! I wanna open-snrk- presents!!"
That prompts vanilla to open his eyes and look towards the clock, his staff helped clear the image from where he propped it up.
7 am.
Not terrible, in all honestly. He was expecting it to be earlier. Yet he still had Rules and sighed.
"No presents yet." He groaned tiredly. "7.30 was the agreement."
He didn't have to strain to hear their whispers.
"Awh dad please!"
"Oh come on 'nilly, how could you say no to that face?"
Vanilla rolled over, both of them were pouting near identically. He found it more funny than convincing, especially knowing shadow had put custard up to it instead of the other way around.
"No. 30 minutes."
He rolled over and closed his eyes again.
There was no real issue. As Vanilla dozed Shadow Milk simply rolled his eyes with a playful "Humbug-! We tried. Kiddo.", and helped Custard under the quilt.
When said 30 minutes were up and Vanilla woke up properly, he saw the two sat together and playing with projected stars. Custard seemed instantly more interested in what Vanilla sitting up meant and half of the stars flickered out.
"Yes, we can go downstairs now." Vanilla chuckled at the sight.
Despite being a child at Christmas, Custard was actually incredibly well mannered and got out of bed to get Vanilla's staff and hand it over gently....
Then he hopped out of the room at a proper speed.
Vanilla felt hands helping him up to stand and heard shadow milks warm, real laugh.
"Kids amirite?"
Vanilla looked at the former beast and smiled. The mental change had been much grander than the physical one for shadow milk, but he can't help but look at him and just be glad he was here.
His glasses were also a little crooked. So Vanilla used it as an excuse to draw closer and correct them, at which the other took the chance to bring their lips together.
"Kids." He agreed as they walked towards the door. He gave shadows hand a little squeeze. He knew this was a big deal, so many conversations and doubts on the beasts part if he would even get this far. He certainly hadn't been on the nice list at first, but despite it all he kept putting in the effort.
"Well done. You made it."
"Yeah....i did." He breathed. Despite not being as reliant on deceit as he had been, shadow milk didn't let his true feelings come out so easily. His typical demeanor came back a second later.
"Did you have any doubt?" He smirked.
"No. I didnt." Vanilla answered truthfully and openly, watching shadows heart melt through his eyes and being rewarded with another kiss.
"Come on, you gotta stop all this kissy talk or someones going to get impatient." The beast teased, and finally they met Custard downstairs in the sitting room.
Custard asked to be in charge of handing out the presents, and with no objections the older two sat down. Shadow was content in his mind to sit and watch Custard open all his presents first, so he was surprised when custard put a present that certainly hadn't been there the night before on his lap.
It was fairly big he knew custard and Vanilla had gotten him something smaller. The paper was unfamiliar as well, dark blue and shiny with a purple ribbon as opposed to the paper the three had spent an afternoon making themselves a few weeks ago.
The label was addressed to him.
To: Shadow Milk Cookie.
For your hard work.
Signed with a gift box and no name.
"Its not-"
"Its a present from the holidays silly!" Custard smiled, handing Vanilla one labelled the same way, with the third in his lap.
"Like mr eggnog cookie!"
Oh.
He opens it, and swears he won't cry.
There's another box under the paper, but inside that is a carefully made, beautiful doll.
A doll that, with that blonde hair, white dress, little tiara and a golden whisk, looks identical to the witch that made him.
"H-Harmony-" He takes it out and gives it a hug, it's firm enough for him to grip, but soft enough to fit perfectly how he likes it.
"Shes so pretty! Is her name Harmony?" Custard asks, Shadow doesn't trust his words and simply nods.
Vanilla pats his shoulder, a silent question of are you okay?
He nods again, gently setting her in his lap and looking at his family's gifts. Vanilla unwrapped a beautiful coloured glass wind chime that twinkled in the light of the window where he hung it. Custard had some watercolour pencils wrapped in a nice sturdy case painted with rabbits.
Vanilla and Shadow shared a look when custard showed them the rabbits, 2 bigger and 1 smaller, were painted blue, yellow and gold.
Whoever had handled their presents had scarily good taste.
The other presents were next. Custard had a bundle of different art supplies: a hollyberrian sewing kit and some patterns, some cacaonian charcoal and inks, a sketchbook set for said supplies made from the golden cheese kingdom, some models from Strawberry crepe, a few craft books from gingerbrave, Wizard and Strawberry and a cute new winter coat Shadow Milk was proud to say he worked hard on.
Vanilla had a bespoke blouse, a new cacaonian journal Shadow knew Vanilla loved to write in, a familiar golden feather fashioned into a quill(that had a noticeable spice scent), a box of tea blends, a silver hair ornament, and from Shadow Milk a music box that played his favourite song.
Shadow was surprised again when more than 2 presents were his. He gave vanilla a knowing grin when he opened a journal of his own. Custards gift was a glasses chain, hand strung and just the right length when he slipped it on.
"Now you won't forget them." Custard giggled mischievously at the look he must have given the younger.
The third made him laugh- a spicy tea blend he remembers he used to adore wayyyyy back when. Some people could say vanilla softened him up, but Burning Spice? Golden Cheese has him wrapped around her finger. He'll have to have Vanilla try some
Last but not least, there was a silver pen with a matching stand and an undeniable lily scent.
He knew he was going to be seeing everyone at Hollyberry's Holiday Masquerade so he'd have to say thank you then, which warmed his heart. Not forgotten. Still cared about.
Speaking of cared about, Shadow Milk spent the rest of the day with Vanilla and Custard, they walked through the snowy streets and ate dinner together, they curled up under the blankets for an hour or two reading, and walked custard through the snow once more to gingerbraves sleepover. After hugs and goodnights and see you tomorrows were exchange it left only himself and Vanilla walking back home, with the hero drawing noticeably closer and closer and threading their arms together the closer they got.
Maybe he got one more present behind closed doors. Nobody would ever know.
#cookie run kingdom#cookie run#custard cookie iii#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#pure vanilla x shadow milk#shadow milk x pure vanilla#pure vanilla crk#pureshadow#shadowvani#shadowvanilla#vanilla milkshake#shadow milk crk#custard cookie iii crk#cookie run fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic
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i was in a nejilee mood but i didnt want to continue my multichap fics, so i wrote this hehe
hope you enjoy!
 It was unusual for Lee to be late for anything, much less for something that he had wanted for a long timeâ or that's what he had told him, at least.
 But he was nowhere to be seen, and Neji now was possibly waiting for nothing at all. His friend wouldn't lie about his feelings to him, probably; the taijutsu master had spent many days by his side while he had to recover from the war, and many times he had whispered 'I love you' without knowing that his words had been heard by the Hyuga even if he had slept for almost an entire year.
 Lee was a nice man, and he would never joke about being in love with him. Something must have happened when he was going to the tea shop, and it must have taken all his attention for him to be late or not appear at all.
 Probably. Yet Neji was afraid that his friend had forgotten about their date, too focused on training or something different and was now questioning why he had bothered to show upâ the tea shop had been his idea, and he could just order something for himself if Lee didn't appear.
 Before his mind had any chance to continue torturing his soul, the brunet soon found out that someone had covered his eyes so as to not let him see anything at all. Chuckles could be heard from behind him, and Neji couldn't help it but smile; that was Lee's voice, and he would never mistake it for anybody else's.
 "I was wondering if you were going to come," the brunet commented, leaning in to the other man as he talked without even realizing. He was welcomed by a warm hug and a murmured apology, and only then his sight was free to observe his newly appeared companion, who wasnât wearing his characteristic green jumpsuit for once.
 Instead, Lee had chosen actual clothes for their date; a brown jacket with matching pants, and a light green scarf made out of wool were what the taijutsu master was wearing, which was a shock to the Hyugaâ for a second his heart stopped, processing just how well that outfit suited his rival without having to do much effort. It wasnât like Neji minded the green jumpsuit the other man tended to use every single day of his life, but he had been expecting him to show up in that for their encounter as if it wasnât special at all.
 âI am so sorry, Neji, I know how late it is! But Tenten got a bit carried away, I asked her for help andââ his companion said, his face showing how upset he felt about that, remaining quiet as he realized the brunet was observing him in complete silence without even taking off his bag or sitting down. He was like an open book at times, and honestly Neji couldnât stay mad at him for long. Not anymore.
 âTenten helped you?"
 That might be why Lee wasn't wearing his jumpsuit for their date. Their teammate would have made sure he didn't embarrass himself or Neji by wearing that obnoxious outfit of his, and Lee seemed comfortable in his clothes at least.
 "Yes, she, um⊠She was the first one to know I wanted to ask you out," the taijutsu master admitted, only then getting comfortable on his seat. "I did not want to ruin this, and Tenten always supported me, so⊠She offered to help, helping me pick my clothes and all."
 "I think she did a good job. You look handsome," Neji replied, and he could see how Lee's cheeks darkened with a blush from a moment to another.
 Truth was that he had received help too, from both of his cousins; they had chosen a nice outfit for him in gray tones, although it wasn't too different from what the Hyuga used everyday now. A gray sweater and black pants, and that was it. It wasnât like they were going to a fancy restaurant, and both men knew each other since they were teensâ there was no real need to impress the other, after all that they had gone through together.
 Lee had been the one to scream his name during the war, when heâ
 "Hello! Have you decided what to order yet?"
 The voice of the waiter made him return to the present, and so both men quickly picked what they were going to drink; one caramel tea and one chocolate tea, with some cookies to eat alongside their drinks. That was what they tended to pick whenever they went out alongside the rest of Team Gai, so it wasn't hard to choose.
 "Neji, I almost forgot to sayâ you look really good today too," Lee commented once the waiter was away, a bit shy but still trying to continue talking. "Your hair is different, I really like it!"
 "Oh, thank you. I wanted to try changing it a little," the brunet replied with a soft smile, accomodating some strands of hair behind his ear.
 By the time he woke up after the war, his hair reached the ground, and it was hard to brush all of it due to how weak his habds and arms wereâ and so, Hinata had offered to cut it slightly, and Neji had preferred to have a shorter haircut than what he was used to. It was easier to brush that way.
 Their order arrived after a couple of minutes, and only then the chatting slowed down for a while as their drank tea without saying much. Company on itself was enough for both of them, and honestly there wasn't much to say apart to hear about Lee's recent missions or the new books that Neji had been reading when he could do nothing else for the day.
 The brunet didn't even realize when it had happened, but Lee had carefully entwined their fingers together as they talked, to which Neji smiled softly, not saying anything about the small gesture as he finished his cookies. The taijutsu master couldn't stop grinning, and it was contagious, although the brunet's expression dropped after hearing something he wasn't expecting at all.
 "I never imagined you would actually agree to come with me today," his companion admitted shyly, his gaze falling on the ground as he talked. "I know I am not the most beautiful man out there, andâ"
 "Don't say that, Lee," Neji interrupted with a frown, and the other man looked at him to the eye once again. "You're beautiful to me. I know I was really mean to you when we were younger, but⊠I was an asshole with everyone. Don't say that about yourself, please."
 For a moment it seemed that Lee didn't fully believe what his rival was saying, until he saw his eyes and heard how genuine his voice soundedâ it would be hard to heal from being told he was ugly his whole life, but Neji would do his best to help soothe his heart, if his companion allowed it.
 "... I will try not to, my dear rival," the taijutsu master replied after some silence, smiling once again. "So⊠How is your physical therapy going?"
 The conversation soon shifted to something else and without even realizing it a long time had passed since their tea and snacks had been finished, yet they still remained on their seats, chatting calmly with each other about mundane things as the rest of the clients of the shop slowly left. Only then Lee suggested going somewhere else, excited about showing something to Neji, who honestly still wanted to spend time with him so decided to go along.
 After all, if the taijutsu master had offered, whatever he wanted to show the brunet would be worth it. Either that or something related to training, hopefully not the last option.
 It was getting late, yet Neji didn't feel worried about anything at all. He had nowhere to be, after allâ he could spend all the time he wanted alongside Lee, who had held his hand and was now guiding him somewhere that was a bit quieter than the busy part of the village. The taijutsu master knew the entire place by heart, having walked countless times on his hands around Konoha and its forest; it wouldn't be strange that he knew places his rival didn't even imagine.
 "We are almost there," Lee whispered to him, and excitement leaked through his voice no matter how soft he sounded. "You are going to love it!"
 "I don't doubt it," Neji replied, deciding to just follow his date towards the unknown, for they were now reaching the forest near the training grounds yet it was a part that the brunet had never been in.
 Whatever it was that Lee wanted to show him, it would be worth it. It was their night, and even if it wasn't an impressive sight, spending time with his rival was enough to give joy to his soul.
 He needed some happiness after hearing that he wouldn't be able to continue being a Jouninâ his body had ended up too weak to fight anything, or so Sakura told him. It was true that there were times in which pain overtook his entire being, and no matter how much effort he put he wasn't able to even open his eyes without letting out a groan.
 Only the lights of the village could be seen where they were, far away from prying eyes and unwanted listeners. Neji was starting to get tired of walking towards somewhere he didn't know, until Lee approached a certain part of the forest hidden with thick foliage and turned around, a grin decorating his face.
 "Are you ready?" he whispered, as if the place they were going to was a secret that must remain hidden, with the joy of a child in his voice as he talked. The brunet nodded in silence, and his companion moved some leaves around to let him enter first.
 It was hard to look around in the darkness without his Byakugan, and he even squinted for a couple of secondsâ yet that wasn't needed after a while, in which the small clearing was lit up by countless fireflies hidden in the plants, agitated with the newcomers. Neji was now able to see a small lake a couple of meters away from where he was, with the image of the moon and many stars reflected on the calm water, almost as if it was a painting and not the reflection of the sky itself.
 "It's beautiful," the brunet whispered, walking towards the lake just to appreciate the reflection better, observing everything with awe without saying much. He didn't even realize when a smile had appeared on his face, noticing only once he saw himself on the water.
 "I found this place when I was training one or two years ago, and I have wanted to show you ever since," Lee replied, approaching his date with a grin. "You were still asleep, andâ I am happy you like it, Neji. I brought a blanket so we can sit down if you would like!"
 A nod, and a few seconds passed before the taijutsu master took the blanket from his backpack, accommodating it on the ground then sitting on top without saying much. Neji quickly imitated his date, still looking at everything surrounding them to enjoy the mesmerizing sight in front of him.
 "Does anyone else know this exists?" he whispered, tilting his head to the side as he talked. Lee denied with his head.
 "Only me, I think. Well, now you know it too."
 Both men chuckled at the same time and without even realizing it, they had gotten closer to each other as they talked with the other, not caring about the passage of time or the hour or anything but each other; at one point Lee wrapped Neji with an arm in a shy embrace, quickly returned with a chuckle and a grinâ their fingers ended up entwined, but they didn't mind at all.
 Their faces were almost touching each other, and the brunet could feel Lee's breathing against his skin. His black gaze never left his own, observing his every move without moving at all, too nervous to do anything apart from letting a shy smile appear on his face. It was an uncommon sight on himâ but that wasn't the first time in the day that the other man had shown shyness to his companion, his cheeks getting a darker color as he blushed.
 Neji didn't even realize when the distance had shortened, or who had started the kiss, although he felt something akin to butterflies inside of his chest as their lips touched if only for a couple of heartbeats and nothing else. He let out a soft chuckle afterwards, resting his forehead against Lee's in complete silence, satisfied with the unexpected turn of their embraceâ his companion was too shocked to say anything, apart from some unintelligible mumbles that made the brunet let out a soft smile, surprised to hear him speechless for once.
 âOur date was nice. We could repeat this sometime,â the Hyuga whispered, not really waiting for a reply for at least a couple of minutes, having the feeling that Lee was still too shocked to say anything. Yet the other man kept defying his expectationsâ he leaned in again for another kiss, his lips too clumsy to find Nejiâs yet still trying to make it work.
 He felt like his skin was on fire now, and that blaze became stronger with every passing second. Lee was kissing himâ always gentle and slow, waiting a couple of moments between kisses as if to wait for the brunet to agree to continue. Nobody would be able to see them if they wanted to take it further, yet he wouldnât do anything deeper than biting his lower lip at times. And Neji was satisfied with that, letting go just for the lack of air and to observe his rival in complete silence.
 Both of them were smiling now, completely blushed from head to toes, barely apart from each other for mere millimeters once again. Lee had a fondness in his eyes that he had never dedicated to anybody else, not even Sakura back when he was chasing after herâ he was happier than he had ever been.
 âYes, whenever you want to. I will always find time for you,â he mumbled, observing his companion with all the love of the world. His smile turned into a grin when Neji gently squeezed his hand without saying much, enjoying his company and the silence that had risen between the two. âI love you, Neji.â
 The brunet brightened up at that, and immediately answered.
 âI love you too, Lee.â
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What about some Reagan and Brett having a fight angst fic but Brett's in the wrong. because everyone seems to think Reagan's always wrong, I can totally see Brett being a guilt-tripper (not that I don't adore him) I'm just saying hes not perfect.
But happy ending please I can't take constant angst in my fics
(bonus if Brett and Reagan are datingâ)
:3
It was a dumb fight really.
Really dumb.
Still
It was honestly started with miscommunications
Like when Reagan sent a text to Brett saying they had to cancel date night (Brettâs place with movie and pizza)
Brett never got the text for whatever reason and felt hurt, feeling that Reagan stood him up.
So when Brett showed his frustration, Reagan was confused.
âI texted you.â
âNo you didnât.â
âI did!!!!â Reagan pulled out her phone âsee right there!â
âWell I didnât get that textâ
âWell maybe you should have just checked your phone!â She snapped clearly sleep deprived.
âOkay ReaganâŠcan we please forget it? Letâs get you to bed.â Brett was still hurt but didnât see a reason for the argument to keep going.
Over their dating period that ran more into those little bumps, like any couple does.
It always ended with Brett shutting it down, and the two never talking about it again.
But not talking about it is what started to build up inside Brett.
It was such a dumb argument that blew it all up.
They were arguing over what TV show to watch.
âREAGAN JUST SHUT UP.â Brett finally snapped catching Reagan off guard âCHRIST! Itâs like talking to a brick wall with you!!!! IM TRYING. I have to constantly walk around on eggshells for you!!!! Iâm tried!!!!!â He couldnât stop himself.
All the built up emotions, not just from those little riffs but other things, he blew up at her.
Starting listing everything wrong she had done in their relationship. How all their problems stem from her. Things she could do better
Reagan fell silent.
After it, the two just stood there.
Brett scoffed and grabbed his coat âIâm leaving.â
âBrettâŠâ
âNot in the mood Reagan! You know this all could have been avoided if you just tried a little harder with usâ he slammed the door shut leaving Reagan there.
The next day everyone glared at Reagan when she walked into work. She could feel everyoneâs eyes burning into her back.
She walked into the main room, the chattering among the gang came to stop, everyone giving her the stink eye.
âMorning..â Reagan walked to her seat.
Brett got up from his âI have to go.â He walked out of the room.
Reagan sat down and felt the others still glaring.
âWhat did you do.?â Gigi asked
âI didnât do anything.â
âBullshit!â Myc yelled
âI DIDNT!!!â
âWell clearly you did something.â Gigi crossed her arms âapolgize.â
âIM NOT APOLOGIZING!!â Reagan slammed her hands on the table.
âBitch.â Andre rolled his eyes.
âFUCK YOU GUYS.â Reagan grabbed her things âour realtionship is NONE of your fucking business!!!!! You donât know what happened!!!â She stormed out, blinking back her tears.
She went all the way to the basement, storming into her underground lab.
Robous was surprised to see her walk in âto what do I owe the pleasure?â He laughed a bit âwell I know why youâre here, trouble in paradise?â
âShut upâŠâ she sat down
âYou and lover boy got into a argument and youâre the bad guy?â
âEVERYONE THINKS I AM!!!â She yelled, tearing building up âthey werenât there!!! I mean yeah weâve had little arguments but I felt like we always worked them out!!! But!!! Heâs the one who yelled at me!!! And saidâŠ..hurtful thingsâŠ!!! And..â she started to sob âIâm a bad girlfriendâŠ!!!!! Thatâs all it is to it, I canât do anything rightâŠ!â
Robous was a little shock, he did not expect for Reagan to break down âuhhhhâŠ.okayâŠ.there there humanâŠ.uhhhâŠ.heyâŠyou must be really sad, how about hooking me up to the internet so I can figure out how to cheer you up?â He smiled
âJust because Iâm vuranble doesnât mean Iâm an idiot!!!â She wiped her eyes
âOf course not!â
Reagan stayed down there for the rest do the work down, hell even watched some friends to try to forget it.
Of course the Ross and Rachel rain scene came on, and it just made her hurt more.
Robous turned to her âfeeling okay?â
âYeah I thinkâŠâ she stood up âyou can keep watchingâŠI should get home, hopefully everyone had gone home by now.â
âAh wellâŠwish you luck I guessâ
Reagan headed back to the main floor.
She headed to the parking garage and got into her car. She sniffled wiping her tears and turned the car on.
Brett jolted from the back seat âIM AWAKE!â
Reagan screamed and punched him in the face making Brett screamed too.
âOH MY GOD! OH MY GOD?! BRETT WHAT THE FUCK..?!â
âIM SORRY IM SORRY! I KNOW! I WAS WAITING FOR YOU!!! And well! I wasnât sure when you would come back! And I was really sleepily!!! And I didnât want to leave your car cause I didnât know if you would come here while I was asleep!!!â
âHow the fuck did you even get in here?!â
âI uhhhâŠstill had your other set of keys.â
âOh fuck your nose!â Reagan looked for a napkin to stop his nosebleed
âHey itâs fine!!!! I honestly probably deserve itâŠâ
Reagan sighed and continued to look for a napkin âBrettâŠ.Iâm s-â
âReagan noâŠâ Brett made his way to the front passenger seat âIâm sorryâŠ.â
âI was a bad girlfriendâŠ.youâre rightâŠI should have tried harderâŠâ
âReagan noâŠIâm the bad boyfriendâŠ.okayâŠ.I should have talked to you honestly about thingsâŠand not have been scaredâŠ.stillâŠitâs no excuse for the way I actedâŠâ
âIs it really that hard to talk to meâŠ?â She asked ïżŒ
âA littleâŠbut thatâs also me trying to avoid us fightingâŠ.causeâŠ.what if we start always fighting andâŠâŠ.you knowâŠâ
Reagan gave him a napkin âyou really hurt me knowâŠ..and everyone thought I was a bitchâŠâ
âI knowâŠ.I told the others itâs my fault, I donât know if they believe meâŠbutâŠI triedâ
âItâs still my faultâŠit could have been avoidedâŠif I j-â
âReagan pleaseâŠâ Brett grabbed her hands âpleaseâŠ..okay..? Stop, itâs my fault okay..? And Iâm trying to learnâŠ..â he sighed âthatâŠ.sometimes I am the bad guyâŠ.â
Regans could tell it hurt him to say those words, but it made her happy
âYouâre willing to admit that for meâŠ?â She asked
âI amâŠâ he laid his forehead on hers âReaganâŠ.I love you.â
Regans felt her heart skip a beat
It was the first time the L word was used.
She buried her face into his shoulder, hugging him
âIdiotâŠâ she clung to him âIâŠ..L word you tooâŠâ she blushed
Brett laughed and played with her hair âIâll take it.â He kissed her head âhow about I drive? You look tired, and we can order pizza and cuddle.â
âCan we watch How I Met Your Mother?â She asked
âHow about Friends?â
âYou made me cry for a full dayâ
ââŠ..How I Met Your Mother it is!!!!â
She laughed and nuzzles his cheek âdoofusâ
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BILLY â Kim Taehyung (1)
ă News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed âJigsawâ is spreading around town like wildfire⊠the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victimâs body. No one knows who heâll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right? ă
pairings: john kramer!taehyung x female reader
warnings: dark themes, angst, yandere, murder, torture, self harm, suicide, stalking etc.... (will add more when i know lol) although it is rather innocent in the first couple chapters(?) so idk it could be slow burn but i guess weâll find out as i write it >< ,, itâs my version of saw if saw was a fucked up love story lol. Please donât read if any of the topics mentioned trigger you!! 18+
this fic is exactly that, fiction!!!! the au does not represent the characters mentioned irl......
synopsis: you end up lost on the other side of town, where you cross paths with a handsome stranger, kim taehyung, only.... are you a stranger to him?
[a/n: daffodils represent; love me, sympathy, desire and affection returned...]
word count: 3k
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part two
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Hiding behind a mask was something you were accustomed to. Your friend group and family were clueless to the torment you endured from simply existing. You were confident your masking had convinced the world you were happy with yourself. Unbeknown to you, one other person saw straight through your façade.
You wanted to end your life.
He needed you to cherish your life.
Nothing looked familiar. The cafĂ© you frequented was nowhere to be found. Your usual hangout was most definitely not on the side of town you found yourself in. You felt anxiety slowly curl its way around your body, you were frigid. You tried and tried but couldnât find it in yourself to run.
You lived in the more friendly part of town (so to speak) â where houses were colourful, gardens pristine, warm-hearted neighbours who would treat you like family and white picket fences are what surrounded you. That was your norm, sure, you werenât exactly loaded but you werenât exactly poor either. It was a healthy balance in the middle. Thatâs not to say you hadnât lived or seen this side of town before.
Your Mother and Father had grown up on this side of the fence. Two young people brought up in the rougher, more unfortunate areas. Your Mother was tough; she looked like a naĂŻve, weak girl, albeit that was not the case. She was strong willed, used to life on the streets and doing anything she could to get money to make sure there was at least some food on the table. While your Mum was the leader, your Dad was more of a sheep. He was easily influenced and was dragged into the wrong crowd (had his fair share with drugs and street racing). That was their life for a few years till they crossed paths and your Mum helped your Dad get back on the right track.
They didnât tell you much about their childhood and adolescence but they told you enough to make you appreciate what you have and to always work hard for it. To stick with the right people, be wise and conscious of your decisions. Be kind to those around you.
Your family owned a garage; your Dad was the head mechanic. This was the sole reason you were here. You knew it wouldnât be simple when you agreed to go to this side of town to get a few bits for your Fatherâs shop. However, you didnât expect it to be this difficult. How could you be so stupid? Why didnât you just ask Hoseok and Yoongi to come with you like your father told you to? Or at least tell them where you were⊠yet you decided today of all days to be stubborn and venture on yourself, knowing full well how unsafe the area was. There were rundown businesses on either side of the road, beggars at every doorstep; drug dealings happening in broad daylight, no one even trying to hide it.
You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you took it out and sighed a breath of relief once youâd read the texts.
14:37â From Papa: U ok munchkin ??? Did u get the stuff ?
14:39â From Papa: its ok if u didnt. Yoongs rang said hes got majority this morning lol so be safe n get home soon . Love u
14:40â To Papa: ohhh ok pops, i couldnât find the shop anyway lol iâll head back soon, love u too x
*LOW BATTERY*
âFuck, trust me to forget to charge the bastard.â You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the phone back in your pocket.
Muffled shouting was heard around you. People ran across the street, bumping into you as they ran past. You gathered yourself and moved further down the path. âGreat!â you exasperated, âhonestly Iâm so fucking stupid! Yoongiâs gonna kill me for this, I knew, I knew I shouldâve told him I was coming over here but no,â your head was hung low as you dragged your feet across the pavement, âmaybe I could tell Hobi, he wouldnât be as angry right? Iâm sure heâll come,â A sudden scream ripped you out of your chuntering. You whipped your head to the right, you could make out some figures bustling about in front of you, a group of men were quite clearly fighting⊠your anxiety struck you and you held your breath as you saw a man pull a knife from the waistband of his sweatpants. All thoughts and common sense seemed to leave all at once. Statue like, feet stuck to the ground. You watched on as the group rushed towards the brown haired man, you scanned his figure: tall, broad, confident⊠he exuded an intimidating aura even when you were this far away from him.
How could someone be so sure of themselves? It was one against five, surely the loner had no chance?
The glistening of the knife brought you back to your senses. Fucking hell. How do you always end up in these situations when youâre alone? Why me? Why? Good Lord, I need to run. Just as you were about to leave, the group who were arguing charged past you; one gripped his side as another supported his weight. Holy fuck, did he stab him? you stood frozen, yet again, your mind raced a mile a minute. Panic bubbled in your chest.
âYou okay there Doll?â His voice was deep, velvet-like. It flowed so smoothly you doubted it was real, it was so soothing like it had wrapped itself around you, embracing your body. You heard his footsteps before he planted himself beside you. His shoulder reached the top of your head, his hand brushed yours. Swallowing your nerves you dared a glance up. He was fucking breath-taking, like a fallen angel. The stranger shot you a small smile that you wouldâve easily missed had you not been staring at his features⊠a blush crept up your neck as you nodded. His smile slowly twisted into a smirk.
Cute, Taehyung thought to himself. Couldnât help but adore the way you slightly trembled under his gaze, the way your hands gripped and twisted your sweater paws. Almost like a puppy. He cleared his throat and reached his hand to yours, âSorry, I shouldâve introduced myself. Iâm Taehyung.â you took his hand into yours, apprehensively you greeted him, âIâm Y/N.â
âAh, Y/N. I havenât seen you round here before, you new or something?â Taehyung cocked his head to the side, his eyes seemed to stare right through you.
âUhm, I donât live here. I live over the other part of Town⊠I was just grabbing some stuff for my Dad but, my phones about to die. I have no idea where I am or how to get home, Iâm sorry, I promise I didnât see anything!â a deep chuckle cut you off, Taehyung smiled and beckoned you to follow him.
âCome on Y/N, youâre not suited for this side of Town, Iâll walk you back. A pretty little thing like you, youâre easy prey to these guys.â your feet fell into a cautious pace behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, âhurry up Buttercup, I donât bite.â Taehyung flashed a boxy grin in your direction, which caused you to speed up ever so slightly.
You were unsure how you felt about letting a complete stranger walk you home, Yoongi would definitely kill you for this. Especially with the recent news of some serial killer named âJigsawâ, Yoongi and Hoseok had been very stern and their usual, overprotective selves when the news had broken out. âItâs on every headline Y/Nie! No more leaving the house on yourself, you need to go anywhere you ring either of us. Got it? Donât talk to anyone you donât know either. Thereâs some dodgy fucks about recently.â Although, you loved them dearly, sometimes their protectiveness was a...little overbearing. You already felt suffocated from your parents (you didnât need it from your best friends as well). They were happy and believed you to be too; but that was exhausting, faking happiness. You had a constant façade, acted like a happy normal teenager with a happy family; when that was far from the truth.
Drowning. Thatâs how youâd explain the way you felt. Breathing was difficult and brought you more pain than it was worth. Growing up was tedious, you had grown differently to your peers which only brought ridicule and embarrassment for you. You had struggled with your speech (sometimes you still do), you often stuttered, mispronounced words, the list was endless. That was one of the first reasons you were a castaway. As you grew, the ridicule worsened. Verbal abuse turned physical from your classmates. They made you feel like you were a waste of space. The names they called you, you soon started to believe them. Ugly. Weird. Freak. Stupid. They took root in your brain, slowly they grew and grew till your head was overgrown with twisted, rotten weeds.
Eventually, you sought comfort in blood. You didnât care that it hurt you; you were almost happy to feel pain. Like you deserved to.
By age 14, you had started to skip school. Only ever there for exams and a couple of art classes you had with Jeongguk. He was what you wouldâve called a best friend, he supported you and was by your side till you left school. He went away to college and like always with school friends, you drifted apart. Nevertheless, he still texts you now and then to check in.
Although you were (once) close with Jeongguk. He never knew of your inner demons, the same with Yoongi and Hoseok. You didnât want to feel like a burden and worry your friends when they had shit to worry about themselves.
Why devastate flowers that flourish beautifully with weeds that manage to twist their way around every crack?
You had walked for a few minutes now, having chatted absentmindedly about anything and everything. The roads still didnât look familiar to you and you just wished they did, you didnât want to be away from your home any longer, your feet were starting to ache, your phone was on 10% battery and it was fucking cold. You just wanted to be back in bed tucked up watching Lady and the Tramp or 101 Dalmatians for the millionth time. You felt safe and content when you indulged in your comfort films. Far away from the real world and wrapped up in the false reality. They easily distracted you and that's when you truly felt at peace. Your mind was always too busy thinking about how cute it was when Tramp calls Lady, Pidge or how in love Pongo and Perdy were.
Majority of the time you fantasised about having a love similar, but then again, why would you wanna make yourself vulnerable like that? Is the risk of being hurt (more than you are now) any good? Of course itâs not. Fuck that, life isnât nothing like those shitty romance films or novels⊠Itâs real and painful.
As you and Taehyung rounded the corner, a little cafe caught your eye, a dainty blue and pink building. Fairy Lights strung up around the windows, you could see a handful of people inside, busy sipping their drinks and chatting away to one another. âAroma Mochaâ hung above the doors. It looked so cute and simple. Your previous thoughts left your mind as quick as they had come. You wanted to go inside, it had an enticing atmosphere.
Taehyung hadnât realised youâd stopped walking until he couldnât hear the soft thud of your footsteps behind him, he turned as he called out to you, your eyes still fixed on the cafe. He chuckled to himself, âFucking adorable, like a kid at christmas,â he walked back over to you. âHey Doll, you wanna go in?â He felt his heart quicken when you looked at him with those pretty eyes, âWeâve plenty of time to get you back before itâs dark angel.â You answered him with a nod as you turned your head from Taehyung to look back at the alluring little cafe.
Not a second had passed before Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you across the road to the entrance; you ignored the warmth of his hand as it intertwined with yours; you ignored the way your tummy erupted with butterflies. Taehyung had stopped to hold the door for you, you murmured a small, âthank you,â looking up at him, the heat that crept up your cheeks making your face resemble that of a dollâs he thought to himself. Once he ushered you fully inside, he placed his hand to rest on the curve of your waist as he guided you to the back corner of the room, where a quaint table for two was unoccupied, a little pot of Daffodils sat atop. How fitting...
Taehyung was quick to pull the chair out for you to take a seat, you pulled it in as you sat down and sent a shy smile his way, âIâm sorry, I know we just met Taehyung but this place is so fucking precious! I hope Iâm not bothering you, if I am we can just carry on walking or, I could ring a Taxi? Is this weird? Oh god, I canât believe--â, Taehyung threw his head back as he laughed, a sound that seemed to wrap its way around your soul, twisting around your heart in the nicest of ways, it was almost like a killer to the weeds taking over your body. A temporary release. You felt like you could really breathe in those short seconds of his laughter.
âAngel, if you were bothering me, Iâd have kept on walking. That, or I wouldâve called you a Taxi myself, itâs no problem honestly.â You ducked your head as he sent a wink your way, fuck sake Y/N get it together! Why are you acting like a fucking schoolgirl?
âWell I uh, appreciate it so, yeah thank you?â You donât know what to do, youâre here with the most gorgeous person youâve ever laid your eyes on⊠yet you have no clue if what you saw was real, did Taehyung stab someone? Could someone have had the knife who wasnât Taehyung? Was he even the person you saw in that altercation? Did you imagine everything that had gone off?
Before you had chance to overthink it, a light bubbly voice greeted your ears, âHi! Welcome to Aroma Mocha, Iâm Jimin and Iâll be your server today. Is there anything I can get you?â Jimin held his gaze on you as he flashed you a friendly smile, Taehyung turned around at the sound of his best friend, âOh, Tae! I wasnât expecting to see you today, what are you doing here? And whoâs this pretty little lady?â
âThis is Y/Nie, she was in the neighbourhood so we thought weâd nip in for something to drink before I take her back to hers.â you sent a warm smile to Jimin which he gladly returned, âIâll have my usual and can you get Y/Nie a Strawberry Iced Tea? Thanks man.â
Once Jimin had disappeared to make your drinks, you shot your eyes to Taehyung, âUhm, howâd you know I like Strawberry Iced Tea?â Taehyung didnât even look in your direction as he scrolled through his phone, eyes glued to the screen. A minute passed by and heâd still not acknowledged your question so you let it slide, it wasnât that big of a deal right? Your mind drifted. Your fingers rested atop of your lap, hidden from the sight of onlookers, picking around your nails as anxiety flooded your body. You felt like you were about to suffocate. You shouldnât be talking to anyone, you shouldnât let anyone close. You were only going to fuck everything up in a heartbeat. Itâs only natural. Self deprecating thoughts devoured and made their way through your veins, poisoning yourself further; your whole body felt as though it was alight.
Jimin brought you your drinks, placed them carefully in front of the pair of you as you both said your thanks.
The click of Taehyungâs phone being locked and the clearing of his throat brought you back to your senses. âThe drink I ordered for you is popular here so, I assumed youâd like to try it. You wanna talk about whatâs bothering you?â your eyes shot up to meet his, your head tilted a little to the left as your tongue wet your lip, so puppy like...
You stared incredulously, âI donât know what youâre talking about Taehyung.â You leant forward slightly as you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a sip.
Taehyung saw the way you sucked your drink up through your straw, his eyes darkened. Thankful to have worn sweatpants that day, he shifted himself discreetly, âIâm not stupid Angel, I know what youâre doing under the table. Iâm here, so talk to me. Iâll listen to whatever you gotta say.â
You stuttered as you wracked your brain for something to say, âI-I only met you like forty minutes ago, I donât even tell my friends whatâs wrong. Not that there is, everythingâs fine.â
You met me just short of an hour ago, he thought to himself, âYou donât have to lie to me Y/NieâŠâ he grabbed your hands that were laid near the cup of your Iced Tea. His thumb rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. You looked small and fragile, like the Daffodils on the table; one little pluck and youâd be ruined. He wouldnât admit it to you just yet but, Taehyung fucking loved how delicate you seemed as you sat across from him.
How easy it would be to take your life away. How easy itâd be to pull those weeds up that are poisoning you, torturing you every single day. He shook his head, as he cleared those thoughts. No, only Y/N can make that decision. Iâm just going to help her choose.
Live or Die.
You visibly winced, âYou donât know me. Think whatever the fuck you want about me, it doesnât matter.â your eyes flashed hurt as you went back to picking your skin. You knew it, this whole encounter was too good to be true. A complete stranger (well acquaintance technically) had just presumed shit about you, the fact he was right is what hurt more. You didnât want anyone to know how you were feeling. Or how you were dealing with it.
You couldnât exactly tell him to piss off, you still needed his help home and so you tried to distract yourself from the unsettling gaze that watched your every move. You let out a breath as Taehyung went back to his phone. Your eyes drifted as you picked up the local Newspaper, your eyes skimmed over the headline, âJigsaw Traps Continueâ. Taehyung noticed you staring at the front page, and chuckled, âyou scared of Jigsaw Angel?â
You shook your head, why would you be scared of some nutjob whoâs targeted criminals and drug dealers? Youâre a nobody. âOf some psychopathic puppet?â if anyone did anything to you that would threaten your life, it would be you. Taehyung just laughed in return as you skipped the article and skim-read the other pointless stories.
You were fucking clueless as to who he was while he knew every little thing about you. He had watched you for months⊠His precious little Y/Nie⊠Oh how silly you were, taking your life for granted.
You hated yourself that much, you were willingly marking yourself up. Tainting your skin⊠oh your skin, how fucking beautiful and soft it looked, even with all the scars it still looked perfect⊠Taehyung wanted nothing more than to whisk you away and lock you inside with him. Forever. He didnât want anyone touching what was his.
He knew you wore a mask when in public, too afraid to show your real self. Little did you know, he wore a mask himself...only he wore it to better other people.
He had a plan.
And youâd soon find out.
Let the games begin.
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Oh man I wasn't expecting the dragon fic to get even better! My favourite morning fairytale is ramping up and I'm definitely not complaining.
No matter what lives they live Ria and Luke will never be able to cook properly before they start learning. How did Luke catch a soup on fire...?
I like how it's Luke this time who has the nightmares of the canon event instead of Ria. Just one of those things that are different yet similar in their different yet similar lives. Also I was going to make a looming nightmare pun here but I couldn't make it work so you get marginally more insightful commentary instead dryifdtud
Oh man when Luke realised his hands couldn't move I actually got worried for a second aha. It's definitely a Vyn move to be dramatic and ominous especially when he doesn't know Luke that well but also dammit Vyn why.
Nice owl motif reference, I always really like it when ToT fics make use of the boys' associated animals to describe them. It always feels like a nice small reference for fans who know about them.
I really wasn't expecting Vyn to be a fae what that's so clever???? Using the canon of him having changed his name to match the fae lore of names having power and thus them hiding their true names I honestly would never have thought about that. Does that mean Vyn still goes by Vilhelm here normally?
Luke being that one guy on dragon threads is absolutely accurate oh my god those questions I'm wheezing. What was going through Vyn's mind when he read those I really want to know now.
So I really like all the nods to the canon versions of these characters and how you use them in ways that make sense. Luke finding Vyn an easy person to vent to as a nod to him being a therapist in canon is so clever and I'm really looking forward to how many more references there'll be.
Ria eating a deer's heart sure is a strange moment for Luke to feel warm and fuzzy in his own heart but I'm not judging Luke you do you.
That's about it for my comments on the fic! I absolutely agree with that point in the author's note about Luke thinking like a hero. Having someone who thinks like that for a partner seems like you have an ideal partner on the surface but part of having a romantic relationship, hell of loving in general, is going through tough times together as a team and supporting each other. It's the trust to let yourself be vulnerable around your partner, and you won't get that with a hero type who solves everything themselves, and that can feel awful sometimes. Man, even when I don't go on character study tamgents in the main fic commentary your author's note finds a way to send me off on another one digdtif anyways!! Thank you for the delightfully long chapter, and I look forward to the next one! Don't worry about the longer wait between chapters, it's absolutely justified when the tradeoff is for longer chapters and a deeper au!
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EYYYY, hi hi milkyway!!
thank u for reading ch2 of "yes, sheâs my lover, yes, sheâs a half-dragon. any more questions?" and HHRGHRH THIS COMMENT IS LOVELY, i owe u my life. im glad this cld be a nice morning fairytale to start off ur day :D
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now to my thoughts on ur thoughts cuz i love rambling HAHAJHSFKJ:
how did luke burn a soup? well, it hasnt been completely talked abt in the fic itself, but i did slip in a little mention in this chapter that luke knows how to forge metals! in this au, ive got it in my head that luke has some pretty nice swordsmithing skills, it felt like a nice way to bring his canon skill of weapon-making and gadgetry into a medieval fantasy setting.
why did i bring that up abt his on-fire soup? cuz luke basically went about cooking the soup like how he heats steel in a forge when swordmaking. whoulda thunk that steel and soup are Not The Same
(i say this bit now cuz i rlly did have this whole backstory but it didnt fit with the sentence structure and of how i wanted to write that bit, so this is a behind the scenes exclusive i guess, HAHA)
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luke in this au đ€ mc in canon nightmares about death regarding the other
they all need therapy JHVSKJFSD
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ngl, my desire to write vyn's Entire Thing is one of the key factors that made me restructure and further deepen this Whole Fic sjhfvjkskjVKJH.
my outline at first only had luke and mc, but that version felt so...empty. so i brought the other boys in, but their personalities are so distinct and itd be a waste not to give em each a fun little role in this medieval fantasy aaaaand, the rest is history.
keep an eye out for who the nxx boy of chapter 3 will be >:3c
i had so much with vyn btw. i knew he was a fae from the moment i brought him into this fic and tried my best to like, foreshadow it but only truly go HUZZAH, REVEAL! at that one line
the owl thing was fun to do to, im a sucker for like...giving magic a tangible image to draw the sensation out from. cuz magic (sadly) doesnt exist!! how tf do i describe it!!! with OTHER THINGS
and it's always been my modus operandi to make magic feel like different things based on who is using it. it's kinda like how i feel abt writing, in a sense? theres a set list of stuff it can do, but the intent and style and how it feels differs for everybody
HEHE, the name thing was what made me wanna make vyn a fae here in the first place!! and as behind the scenes commentary once again, i think he does still go by vyn. it's not his "true" name but i figure he still likes it better. plus, it gives him some more protection, since saying a fae's name shifts the power away from the fae in question and onto the speaker
and vyn? giving control to somebody else? oh he'd rather find a ditch to go die in JHVSKJDFHJ
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i adore luke and he is so intelligent but that does make me wanna nerf him sometimes, esp when hes more focused on His Beloved and is wracked with worry jshfvkjs. his braincells took a vacation, he just wanted all the answers and he is new to this entire environment
vyn, reading luke's letters: oh this poor thing needs to learn how the magic community works or else they'll eat him alive
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me: hehe references go BRRRRRR
im so glad u enjoyed that tho, it's a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine to be tongue-in-cheek abt the 4th wall whenever it can be entertaining ajhsvfkjashfja
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love is stored in the "watching ur dragon!gf absolutely go to town munching on a dead deer while eating the dinner she made for u that is delightfully Edible" <3!!!
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im SOOO GLAD U ENJOYED my little character thought in the author's notes huhu. i am Incredibly Passionate about dissecting luke's character and it just delights me to no end that many traits that make him strong are also the same traits that can be his downfall
cuz idk, i figure character traits arent inherently good or bad, they become good or bad based on situations. him thinking like a hero when he was alone was alright, but now that hes got somebody who loves him and wants him to be here with her, he cant think like a hero anymore. at least not with her. he has to think like a partner for all the reasons u so wonderfully articulated hhHHHH!!!
im so emotional about luke and mc so much all the time, basically
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thank you so SO much for this in depth comment!! and also for ur reassurance that wait-time is okay huhu, that rlly soothes my soul since ive got big damn anxiety abt wait-timez.
that being said, im raring to write ch3 HAHA but i have to wait until im a bit more rested cuz...i am SO SLEEPY TODAY for staying up late last night KJAHSVFKJAS
#asks#milkyway!anon#commints#i could go on and on and ON about luke's character. like i could do a powerpoint party presentation on him
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Breaking news: local artist finally finishes another fic he started and actually tried his best ( also breaking news: i actually write fics, i just dont finish many of them :') )
Anyways here is a little thing i wrote ( quite badly but i tried ) about the Idea of "Dream is small but he still get to keep his memories"
Its so hard to edit the story on Tumblr mobile what ;-;-
Btw i forgot mostly of what happened in OSD so It might be a little strange sorry-
Anyways, OSD belongs to @calcium-cat
Pain, thats all Dream felt for a moment, he twisted and shifted, trying to make the pain go away, even If It was for a while, It was also really dark too, he has no Idea what Night made him drink, but he doesnt feel good.
He felt panic as he noticed his conscience slipping away, as he panicked around, he felt a huge pain going through his entire body as he fainted.
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After moments, he woke up again, as he slowly got up, he kept hissing at the pain that still jolted through his entire body:
-"Ugh, this sucks" thought the little guardian, "I wonder what Night gave me", as he thought, he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times before brushing his hands on his face to try and stir himself more awake, but he swears his hands felt...different.
As he opened his eyes, he took a glimpse at his hands, his tiny gloved hands looked smaller than usual, he turned around slowly to find his oversized clothes laying around him, and the clothes he was wearing weirdly looked like the clothes he wore when he was younger, as the realization crept in, Dream slowly realized what just happened, as panic began to grow inside him, he nervously touched his own hand and face while searching for a mirror.
It didnt take long before he found a small, partially broken mirror laying around the room he was in:
-"...It's becoming increasily obvious...I can deny It no longerâŠ"
And, with a tired and defeated breath, Dream spurted out:
-"I am small"
Dream sat back while crossing his arms, how on earth would he even survive here with this size? he needed to come up with a solution fast, before anyone dangerous come-
*click*
Dream's eyes widen at the sound of the door being opened, as he panicked inside, he quickly jumped somewhere to hide, and for now, he needed to be careful to not be spotted.
-"Ugh, now to see how Dream is-"
Night paused, looking at the clothes laying around, It was silent, too silent, he walked over and grabbed a fistfull of Dream's present cape as he began searching for any trace of Dream, but his expression slowly began changing from a calm and neutral face to a worried and panicked one, he moved on from the clothes and began to search around the room, Dream cant be dead right? It was only a magic repressor he gave him after all.
Dream quietly watched from afar, and with a determined face, began to crept closer to Nightmare, ready to jump out and hopefully succeed to escape, a moment passed before Night got a surprise attack from a screaming skeleton toddler, he climbed Night in a rush while he was trying to get Dream out with force, and eventually, the guardian was caught by one of Nightmare's tentacles, as the cyan eye began analizing him, Dream tried to angrily break out of the tentacle's grasp, constantly trying to bite and punch It, It was quickly getting tiring.
Night watched the toddler scream and struggle silently, his face with an serious expression, Dream quickly looked at him angrily and tiredly as he spoke out:
-"Night...I will..ugh...I will break free, let...let me go"
Night listened silently and looked to the side like he was thinking, and with a wide grin, Night answered Dream's request:
-"...no"
Dream gave a tired sigh at the response as the silence between them remained, well, until a particular oreo came in the room in a rush:
-"Night are you ok? I heard screaming-"
Cross paused and stared at the scene, Night holding a toddler that looked like Dream on his tentacles and the toddler looking defeated and tired, It also looked so dirty too, Cross looked at Night silently and confused, Night sighed as he started:
-"Cross, believe It or not, this is Dream...yeah, i know its confusing, and i dont exactly know what happened to him, but trust me, its him"
The toddler tiredly looked up at the ex-royal guard, and shot him a tired but "ready-to-attack" glare, he knew he couldnt actually do much, but he could at least try.
Cross quickly spoke up:
-"...ok? Soooo you have no Idea what happened to him and he is just a toddler now", Night nodded calmly as the toddler looked seriously to the side, at this point, Dream just wanted to sleep, or at least take a nap, and the tentacle had a really tight grip so struggling was quite Impossible.
Night glared at Dream and gently approached him with a wide grin on his face, as Dream looked at him motherfuckerly:
-"awwww, the little kid right here wants to take a nap?" Said Night mockingly.
"No, i dont, let me go Night" spat Dream rudely.
"Not happening little pal, you're staying here until i decide what to do with you" grinned Night maliciously
Dream stayed silent at Night's response, but still kept glaring angrily at Night.
-"anyways, perhaps we should introduce our new pal here to the rest of the team since It might take a while for us to decide what to do, shall we?"
-"yeah, sure"
As Night walked towards the door, Dream looked at Cross with such a serious look that surprised Cross a little, he didnt expect the toddler to suddenly look at him while he follows Night, Cross glared at Dream back, but this only seemed to make Dream look offended, they both kept "fighting" with shooting each other daring and sometimes offensive looks.
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-"stop hitting me!"
Cross was having a hard time with bathing Dream, it seems that the little guy wouldnt give up so soon, It would be a miracle If he even behaved a little, but everytime Cross tried, Dream kept hitting him as hard as he can, and he also seemed very panicked whenever Cross succesfully held him, and then resorted to squirming and throwing water at him, honestly, Cross just wishes this would end soon.
-"I will not stop fighting!, leave me alone at once foul wench!"
Cross looked at him silently as Dream looked back with equal seriousness, they both stayed in silence until Cross handed him the soap and the sponge, as Cross tiredly got up to leave, Dream whispered at him silently:
-"......thank you"
Cross looked back at him with a questioning look, as Dream seemed to ignore the glare, he silently looked away as he left the bathroom, but not before whispering back:
-"......yeah...no problem"
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Cross was eating his dinner happily, well, until Night requested him to call Dream for dinner, since he didnt come down from his room for a while, Cross lazily walked towards the room Dream was given, and then knocked on the door a few times:
-"Dream? You there buddy? Come eat dinner, hope you like soup"
The bedroom stayed silent, Cross knocked a few more times:
-"ok buddy listen, im not joking, Night is telling me to come and get you to get down for dinner"
A faint shuffling was heard from inside the bedroom, Cross waited a while before deciding to turn around the doorknob and opening the door.
All he saw was a little toddler cuddling to the blanket It was given, It looked rather happy and comfy there, but It quickly opened his eyes to stare at Cross, and in turn, shift to sit on the comfy bed he was on:
-"ah, you have returned, welcome back" greeted Dream tiredly.
Cross stared at him confused, why would he even greet him after all of the chaos that happened today, perhaps he was so tired that he gave up on the thought of attacking him? Well, If thats the case, then at least he wont have to deal with a angry Dream.
Cross approached Dream slowly and quite cautiously, as Dream looked at him boredly, the blanket he was holding was quite fluffy though.
-"um, ok so, Night told me to get you to come down for dinner, now answer me, do you like soup?"
-"...hmmmm yeah sure, soup is nice"
-"uh right"
The silence was quite awkward, Dream seemed like he calmed down, but there was still a bit of cautiousness in him, seems like they werent getting his trust so soon.
-"...so, will you come down?"
Dream looks down, thinking carefully and silently before a grumbling sound coming from his stomach (???) broke the silence, Dream got spooked by the sudden sound and made a scared squeak because of It.
As Dream took some time to calm down from the sudden spook, he slowly stared at Cross:
-"...fine, I'll come down"
-"good, follow me, or dont, its your choice"
As Cross made his way to the door, Dream quickly got down from the bed and let go of the blanket he was holding at the entire conversation, following after Cross silently.
#toddler Dream#OSD#Nightmare sans#Cross sans#haha tiny bastard man is even more tiny#btw i wrote this as i am watching a deltarune chapter 2 stream and i decided to try and write something#keyword - tried#tumblr mobile kinda sucks to edit but eh#writing#my writing
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Ă Little moments Ă
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Pairings - Sukuna x Dying!Reader
Synopsis - Even with you gone, Sukuna remembers all of the memories of you.
Warnings - Story contains Character Death, possible misspelled words, cursing, and triggers to those who have encountered someone dying from a diseases such as cancer.
A/N: There was a headcanon that I just thought was too juicy to not try out where Sukuna had a lover but they were unfortunately lost to an sickness. So here we go, I hope you all enjoy it.
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It was always the little moments that counted when with the one you loved the most...
"Why do you not run, Woman?", a rough voice said behind her with a slight chuckle following in suit. Before the woman was the vision of death that would no doubt be burned into her mind for the rest of her life. Houses burning down into ashen shambles as the smell of burning flesh lingered in the air. Bodies littered the streets with crows hovering over the corpses for their next meal while screams and shouting could be heard from various survivors and victims caught in the destruction.
Yet as much as the sight of her village horrified her, nothing frightened the woman most than that of the sharp claws hovering over her throat, threatening to pierce into her flesh any moment now. "I said," she felt a small prick as the nail of the stranger's index finger slowly scratched the surface of her skin, "Why do you not run? Why do you not beg..?"
Her breath hitched in her throat, gasping a little but she did her best to not flinch in the man's grasp. "I-I'm doomed to die either way, dying here by your hand would mean no differently..so I am prepared to die", she said, closing her eyes as she braced herself for her untimely end. Hearing a guttural sound coming from the man, the woman was spun around to face him and her fears only grew worse.
Yes, the attack on the village could have possibly be that of bandits or a lone man causing chaos but this was no man. No..it was a monster. Four muscular arms, two faces attached to his head, a second mouth on his lower abdomen...This man was a beast, no..he was a curse. The king of curses, the terror of the land, Ryomen Sukuna.
Seeing the dread on her face, Sukuna let out a satisfied chuckle as he roughly gripped onto her chin. "You mean to tell me you don't fear death, woman?"
"No, no I fear it. I'm frightened of the thoughtâ but I'm dying anyway. I have only a year's worse of time left before this sickness claims me, so what's the difference if it's by your hand or not.." she spoke honestly from the heart, surprising the man before her only a tad bit as she looked down to the gravel below. No one had a cure for her illness, there was no hope at all for it, even a few doctors had told her to prepare a grave in advance just in case her death came sooner than expected. It would be unfortunate but she had made peace with knowing the end was near. And so, she waited once more for whatever gruesome fate Sukuna had for her...only to hear,
"No."
"What?" She questioned, looking back up at the man who towered over her. "This will not be the day you die."
That was the first moment she had encountered the king of curses, the moment he had spared her life. Why he did, she never understood, yet after that faithful encounter, Sukuna always found her. Perhaps he visited her only out of boredom and figured today would be the day he would kill the woman, but no, he never did.
To Sukuna, Y/N was a curious case. At first, she was a mere game to him to keep him entertained for a bit or to gain a meal or two but the more he visited her, the closer he grew to the woman. She would always ask the same question whenever she saw him,
"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama?" And she would always ask it with such a calm smile on her lips. It irritated himâno, annoyed him that she didn't fear the looming threat of death with each visit he made. What made it worse was how welcoming the girl was to him.
He came to learn things about Y/N. The first was that she was a firm believer in her worship. Even with the motor functions of her legs growing weaker and weaker by the day, the girl would try to make a daily trip to the local temple for prayer. Once, he caught her passed out on the steps to the temple and when questioning her on why she was so desperate to prey, the only answer he received was "It may seem stupid to you but I'm grateful for the life I have, even if it's so short. They've allowed air and life to see and hear and to be here with you..so paying my respects every day is just hope that maybe tomorrow, I get to see you again." And then she smiled to him. That same irritating damning smile...
It strung a place in his chest that he had not felt in a long time. A place he thought was long shriveled up and killed, yet she brought it out. He learned that she loved flowers. Coming to her home once to find her tending to her garden, looking surprised to see him only to greet him like always, cheerful dirt covered smile and all..."Welcome back, Sukuna-Sama. Is today the day?"
Eventually the garden withered away when Y/N couldn't even step through the front door. He saw how almost every day, she grew weaker and steadily weaker. Her beautiful skin slowly dulling away into a pale color, her hair once lush and fine as silk now fallen out and gone, her breaths slow and timid. But she always greeted him with that same way as always..
"Is today the day?"
"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama"
"S-sukuna..Sama..."
He hated it. He hated that some frail woman was able to make him feel such pathetic feelings. He hated the fact that he grew attached to her and now seeing her slowly become nothing but a husk as every sun sets was growing unbearable.
There were days to where Y/N's condition grew worse, to where when Sukuna arrived to see her, she couldn't remember who he was. Her coughing fits had her spew blood onto her hands and her body ached in pain so much. She was not long for this world and he knew it...he knew it.
"Sukuna-Sama...please, please..." He was above her as she laid in her bed, his hand cover her left one as her right palm caressed his cheek gently "is today..t-the day..?"
His heart felt like it was slowly being grounded up into bits as he started into her eyes. He wanted to say no, he wanted for her to stay just a bit longer in his embrace and yet that wasn't possible. Not in her state. Lifting her hand up to his lips, Sukuna stood up from her knee as a sigh escaped his lips.
"Yes..Today is the day, Y/N."
And there was that same smile as always. Weakly stretching across her cheeks with no malice or anger, not even a single trace of regret. "Oh good...Finally...." closing her eyes, Y/N prepared herself for the end yet again but now knowing this time it would surely come. As Sukuna's nails extended a bit, preparing to end the woman, he heard her last words and froze.
"Thank you, Sukuna-Sama...thank you for these little moments..."
He sat there for God knows how long, staring at her corpse laying there peacefully on the bed with a gaping hole in her chest. Blood dribbled down Y/N's now cold and chapped lips, the warmth in her body now gone as well as the life that once flowed through the empty shell of a body. Resting below his feet was a heart, her heart, no longer pumping fresh blood through her body but instead laying motionless on the wooden floor. She was gone.
She was finally gone and yet this feeling remained. This horrible feeling in his own heart. Those memories of her were constantly playing on loop, over and over again with the same words in his mind.
'Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama'.
He screamed out her name. He yelled it for all to hear, anguish filling his soul entirely as he uttered her name. He cursed her. He screamed out her name so many times and cursed her for placing him through such hell. He cursed her..for being the woman he loved. The woman he grew to love and yet she would never know. Perhaps he truly didnt mean those words, but hoped by cursing her, Y/N would return.
That she would awaken in his arms and give him that same smile he came to love. But no, it wouldn't have been that simple. She wasn't coming back..she wasn't coming back....
A thousand years have gone by and yet those little moments echoed in his mind. As he stood before the grave of his true love in the body of his vessel, he remember those words he said to him before she gave her last breathâ
'Thank you..'
"No. I should've thanked you, Y/N. Rest well..."
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[A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. This is my first fanfic here on tumblr and well, I like it but I want more. I might make more following this concept of a lover of Sukuna, maybe even do little scenes that I wasnt able to add here in the fic.
I'm open for asks and requests of Characters from jjk like Sukuna, Gojou or Megumi to which I'll make a post about later. Feel free to Message me with any questions on it if you like or follow for an update down the line. Thank you guys and again and please like/reblog this. See you in the next fic -đ]
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5 Anti LO Asks
1. I just saw some post about body diversity in Lo and how it is grat and that they loving it, and it was just like 5 background characters that said only one sentence.
2. I feel like a lot of the couples are kinda not interesting no matter how much drama Smyth puts into them.
HXP gross, cheating, boss and employee, awkward for the work place, too many people are involved, and still isnât grabbing it for me. Like I know other people root for them, but I donât, itâs hard to root for a dumpster fire.
Hera and Zesus. The constant cheating was expected, and the bad communication, but Echo doesnât spice it up or anything I would have been fine if Echo was a friend that shit talked Zeus with Hera (I know thatâs not the story but still does Rachel care about accuracy? No) even though Zeus cheats we do get to see him actually care, BUT Idk Hera doesnât draw me in, like they both suck, but Zeus is a bit more complex for me (with the bad husband, the cheating but still caring for Hera and being jealous)
Eros and Pysch. The beginning was interesting even knowing the myth, it was getting just a little stale and then bam he finds out on accident and I lost interest. Like they talked too much about HXP too much to feel like their own thing later on and now that he didnât complete the test right like what now. Is Aphrodite gonna get in trouble or are we gonna forget? Idk they lost their spark for me.
Minthe and Hades. Toxic relationship that needed more time to expand explanation. Like yeah we know they are/were together but like that backstory wasnât much. Sorry #minthedeservesmorescreentime.
Daphne abs Thanos are interesting and I can actually see why both like each other, where they started and I wanna know whatâs gonna happen next for them. Like they have the life and death balance that HXP wishes even. And even tho Daphne isnât a god, she told Apollo she was gonna ruin him, she bit him, she was awesome! And it was believable too since sheâs an athletic influencer. Thanos has an interesting plot line that will probably be a problem for them later but Iâm excited. Like both characters affect the plot outside of their relationship AND are interesting
Aphrodite and Ares feels like RS dropped the ball with them. Why is Ares flirting with Persephone? Sure theyâre open but like idk Persephone doesnât seem like a good fit for him at all. They were set up interestingly since we knew Aphrodite was looking for him, but that one little hug scene did no justice for either character. Like we hardly see them interact positively towards each other.
Crack ship Minthe and Hecate would have loved to see! My crack fic before I think a lot of season two was out was After Minthr parties Thetis and leaves her, she doesnât snitch on Persephone and just tells Thetis to back off, returns to work all humbled out and Hecate and her work together on just personal shit and work stuff. Minthe asks Hecate stuff on how to get over Hades and how to be better and thatâs when we learn Hecate always loved Mintheâs chaos. But yeah that didnât happen. When I saw some crack headcanon s about those two I was like âdidnât know I needed this till nowâ. (I was hoping Minthe was gonna be like Petra from Jane the Virgin, starts out bad, doesnât like the main character for most of the time but still gets a happy ending)
3. i like how LO fanss defend it like "well its no more problematic than the myth its based off of!" which like sure, thats an argument to make, but idk, the original myth didnt have persephone be nearly underage with no experience so hades can take advantage of it, demonizing several mother figures for the sake of a guy, a huge class divide thats frames the rich and powerful as the oppressed to the poor, and you know, ACTUAL SLAVERY. like cmon, it's honestly worse than the OG myth in most ways.
4. youd think if hades is self aware enough to know he was the wrong party to get into a relationship with minthe in the first place, that he'd at least be a little concerned over minthe being stuck as a plant, especially when persephone almost dropped her which would have killed her. the two of them just left her alone in a dark, empty room while they went to dance and goof off, not a care in the world. he seems more relived she's out of his hair now for him to hook up w/ his intern. its so gross.
5. I hope Demeter is pissed at her daughter for just like EVERYTHING. Taking a step back, Persephone is having a grand ol time at Hadesâ place for god knows how long while her mother is worried about their situation and then gets kidnapped and Persephone makes 0 effort to try and get in contact with her or anything (hey hectare you saw my mom laying low as a bird, but any chance can you try and find her again and maybe we can arrange something since the literal god of gods is out for our blood so maybe letâs get the story straight)
Demeter going against her own comfort and parenting beliefs to left Persephone like with Artemis. Itâs not Persphones fault that Apollo happened, BUT Demeter probably let Persephone live there after the murders to settle some stuff out and then 1 month of living there or so Persephone runs away to live in a motel and then has a power control issue. Letâs pretend the power control issue didnât happen yet, what the hell was she gonna tell her mother? âHey mom Artemisâ brother makes me uncomfortable so you can find me at this motel IN THE UNDERWORLD NEAR HADES YEAH THE GUY I FIND PLEASANT LOOKINGâ I know Demeter is suppose to look like an over the top mom, but yeah how was that suppose to go down? If she found out her daughter was staying with hades?
Getting an internship with Hades/underworld and not telling her mom. Idk if Hera made it a secret, but again Demeter would probably want to know that stuff being strict as she is, she probably would want Persephone to excel at a job BUT maybe not with Hades idk I forget, again it just shows there no trust between either mother nor daughter. Hera also sucks for testing her friends daughter with out actually having the intention to help perpshone and test if Hades is actually okay.
After everything Demeters gonna be like âthis is why I wanted you to commute, I wouldnât have been shoved in a bird cage if you you just have just commuted to school.â
Like I know persphone has to go out and make her own mistakes, but a lot of it boils down to Persphone was a brat. She demanded she leaves and then later killed some people got her way and then went behind her back and didnât even want to stay in Olympus. Demeter isnât blameless in this situation but Persephone is a murderer, glorified side chick, and I just feel that all of Demeterâs worse nightmares about her daughter leaving all happened and worseÂ
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Did You Know?
Prompt: the merlin fic you wrote with a crying arthur who didn't realize he had a hand in normalizing merlin to physical pain/punishment is HEARTBREAKING and i couldn't help but think while reading it that merlin may have just assumed that the knights and arthur //knew// visting knights were handsy w him and just didnt care, like he just thought it was normal and they would expect nothing less. anyway if u wanna write something that has that kind of idea/vibe i'd be delighted to read it! love u <3
Ahh yes more h/c here we go
Read on Ao3Â Part 2
Warnings: visiting nobles and knights are dicks. implied/referenced rape/non-con and abuse NOTHING EXPLICIT
Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic I donât care
Word Count: 3031
 Merlin isâŠconfused.
 Heâs doing his job as a servantânot that heâs begrudging his position that much, destiny is destiny, after allâand putting up with all the things that servants are supposed to put up with.
The learning curve was very steep, donât get him wrong. Coming from Ealdor, where the only authority figure he absolutely had to listen to was his mum, and straight into Camelotâs complex authority structure with rules and consequences and all the messy trappings of those horrid make-believes he and Will used to do when they were little boys. Hell, he ended his first full day in Camelot arrested, relying only on Gaiusâs social powers in court to get him released. Heâs not exactly a beacon of well-mannerisms.
 So if it took him a while to get used to the type of work Arthur was going to have him do, thatâs fine! Heâs never had to put armor on anyone before, let alone the Crown Prince, who expected him to do all that and then some. Heâs never known how to clean shiny pieces of metal that just serve to attract more attention than theyâre worth, they never had shiny pieces of metal other than coin. And heâs certainly never known how to dodge swords being swung at his head. Never.
 It wasnât expectedâno, it wasnât, you pratâfor him to be able to shrug on all these new responsibilities, even if he had been trained as a servant, because heâs never done them before. Thank the gods for Gwen, honestly, who was more than happy to make sure he at least knew how to hold a sword without cutting himself.
 âHereâs the next one,â sheâd called, handing him the next training sword from the batch, ânow, try again.â
 âThis is the rag, this is the polish, and we justâow!â
 âTry not to polish the edge of the blade, Merlin.â
 âI knew that,â he had muttered sheepishly, rubbing the cloth over the flat of the blade this time, âbut thank you.â
 Gwen had rolled her eyes fondly. âJust keep trying, youâre doing great.â
 So he had justâŠdone his best to learn what to do. Which wouldâve been easier had he also not been learning how to act.
 âYes, sire.â
 âNo, sire.â
 âAs you wish, sire.â
 âSireâ this and âsireâ that and bloody hell, why is he not allowed to say anyoneâs bloody name?
 Formalities have never really been Merlinâs strong suit, not that heâs ever really needed them. And now that he has to use them, heâs starting to regret not paying attention to his mumâs scoldings. Just a little bit. Not that much. Itâs not entirely his fault, is it, that those lectures were so boring and there were things he couldâve been doing.
 But hereâŠ
 Here, if he doesnât address someone the right way, he gets cuffed around the head. The first time it happened, his hand flew to his head in shock. It wasnât a particularly hard slapâheâs had worse walking into the door by himselfâbut the fact that someone was allowed to hit him, was expected to hit him, and it was his own fault wasâŠjarring.
 He learns his lesson about trying to hit back much quicker.
 He still slips up from time to time, even now, after so many years, but his reflexes have gotten a lot better. Goblets, combs, hunks of bread, boots, staffs, just about every object he can think of, heâs had thrown at his head. With Arthur, itâs fine, he can snipe back perfectly well on his own, and itâs not like heâs going anywhere. He just bites back enough to make it a little more bearable. And besides, Arthur hasnât ever seriously hurt him, maybe because heâs always lauding about how strong he is and how weak Merlin. Doesnât want to break him.
 And he can get away with it with some of the knights. The close ones, sure. Leonâwell, he doesnât try that much shite with Leon. Leonâs terrifying, not just because heâs one of the oldest knights and the longest-serving of Arthurâs inner circle, but because he knows things. Leonâs perception scares the hell out of Merlin, not in the least because heâs got so much to hide.
 Does he ever think Leon would seriously hurt him? No, but he might tell people who would.
 Percival is a big man. His arms are about the size of Merlinâs skull. He doesnât want to get near that manâs bad side, even if he hasnât found it yet.
 Elyan is sneaky. Heâs got just enough say to be dangerous, not enough to be an obvious suspect. And heâs got Gwen on his sideâor more specifically, Gwenâs got him on her side. Gwen would never hurt him, he knows, he trusts her too much.
 Lancelot is the only one heâs not afraid of, him and Gwaine. Mainly because he knows that they know.
 âŠlook, you do what Merlinâs been doing for as long as heâs been doing it, you slip up. It happens.
 But Lancelot never looked at him differently. Never raised a hand to him to hurt him, always touched him gently, spoke softly, sparred with him in good faith. Even when he swings a spear at him in jest, itâs never too fast to actually bruise him if it connects.
 Gwaine slaps him on the shoulder, claps him on the back, hard enough to bruise sometimes, but he cares. He hides it wellâwell, sort ofâand looks out for Merlin when Lancelot canât. But he knows Gwaine has a breaking point, and heâs not super keen on looking for it.
 He can get away with it. A little. Not a lot.
 But only with them.
 With the other knightsâŠ
 One of the hardest things he had to learn was that no one cared.
 When a knight smacks him over the head with the flat of a dulled blade, it doesnât matter that the sight of a blade swinging at his freezes terror in his throat, nor that the ring of the blade wonât go away for three hours. The others will just laugh and tell him to move his arse.
 When a knight knocks the equipment out of his hands and snarls at him to get moving, it doesnât matter that itâs often accompanied by a boot to his ribs. Heâll always get elbowed in the exact same place later and they wonât care about his wince.
 When a knight decides that heâs had enough of Merlin just looking at him, heâ
 The other thing that Merlinâs had to learn very, very quickly, is that itâs better him than the other servants.
 He has Gaius. Gaius will patch him up, no questions asked. And when he canât go to Gaius, itâs not like heâll be caught lurking suspiciously in his own quarters. And when he canât do that, he has his magic.
 None of the others do.
 So he learns. He picks up the things he needs to know, puts his head down, and bears it.
 Thatâs what servants are supposed to do.
 So you can imagine that when the others look absolutely horrified as he explains to them that he knows how this works, heâs learned, heâs confused.
 âCome on, guys, itâs not like the other servants donât know this.â
 âItâs funny,â Gwaine growls, his fist tightening on the table, âhow you think that makes this any better.â
 Merlin rolls his eyes. âIâm not a gossip, Gwaineââ
 âThat,â Elyan says, âis not true.â
 ââokay fine, I enjoy a bit of the servantâs gossip as well as anyone, but not about this!â He shakes his head. âItâs fine, they know about it, itâs not like anyone cares.â
 âSee, Merlin,â Lancelot says quietly, âthatâs where youâre wrong.â
 Merlin frowns. What are they talking about? Whoâs noticed? Is he doing it wrong? What does he need to fix?
 See, his confusion only grows when he voices those concerns and the knights only seem to grow more upset.
 âI canât believe this,â Gwaine mutters, turning away, âhow long has this been happening, Merlin?â
 âWhich part?â
 Gwaine is doing a remarkable impersonation of someone who is extremely constipated. ââŠall of it.â
 âI mean, it began as soon as I set foot in Camelot, if you want to go from the very beginning.â
 Leon swallows. âAnd if we asked for you to beâŠmore specific?â
 Merlin huffs, throwing his arms up. âWhy are you so concerned about this? Itâs nothing to worry about!â
 âYouâre being abused, Merlin,â Arthurâsince when has Arthur been this quiet?âsays finally, looking at Merlin the same way he looked at Morgana when Uther strangled her against the back of the throneâsee? Itâs just something that happens hereâ âthatâs definitely something to worry about.â
 Merlin scoffs. âIâm not being abused, Iâm just being treated like a servant.â
 âIf thatâs what you think being treated like a servant means,â Gwaine says, standing, âthen this conversation is going to take a lot longer than we thought.â
 In response, Percival moves to stand in front of the door. Merlin sighs.
 âYou donât have to block the exit, Percival, I know Iâm not allowed to leave.â
 A choked-off sound comes from Merlinâs left, followed by a muffled curse. Percival shakes his head.
 âIâm over here to make sure no one else comes in to hurt you,â the knight says calmly, ânot to make sure you donât leave.â
 âBut if you want to,â Elyan says quickly, âyou can.â
 âNo, no, I know a trap when I see one, no thank you.â
 âItâs not a trap, Merlin,â Lancelot says, even as he looks to be about two seconds from crying for some reason, âif you truly wish to leave, you can. We wonât stop you.â
 Merlin raises an eyebrow. ââŠsure.â
 Arthur lowers his head. Merlin frowns, watching his shoulders tense.
 âAre you alright?â
 He gets his answer in the form of many unshed tears welling up in Arthurâs eyes as he raises his head.
 âNo, Merlin,â he says in a remarkably steady voice, âIâm not. But donât worry about me.â
 âThatâs my job,â Merlin insists, striding forward, âlet me help.â
 Arthur catches him gentlyâgently?âgently by the elbows as he reaches for him, smiling sadly.
 âCan I give you another way to help me?â
 Merlin swallows heavily. ââŠwhat does it entail, exactly?â
 âFor starters, explaining why that question has you shaking in your boots.â
 âIâm notââ Merlin looks down to see Arthurâs hands are just about the only thing holding him upâ âoh.â
 âSit,â Leon encourages, bringing a chair over and crouching in front of it. Around him, the knights lower themselves to the ground, with the exception of Percival, still by the door.
 âMerlin,â Leon calls again, âcan I ask you some questions? If you donât want to answer any of them, thatâs alright, but may I ask?â
 Merlin blinks. âSure?â
 He gets a nod of thanks. âWhat do you understand your duties as a servant to be?â
 âTo help with the running of the castle and take care of Arthurâs needs.â
 âWhich are?â
 âWhatââ
 âPlease,â Arthur says softly, âplease, Merlin, I know it sounds silly, butâŠplease?â
 Well, heâs never been very good at saying no to upset Arthur. He sighs.
 âKeeping his chambers clean, keeping track of his laundry, dressing him in the mornings, polishing his armor, bringing him food, escorting him to court affairs, and any other odd jobs he asks me to do.â
 Leon nods. âAnd what about the knights? Do you have duties with us, too?â
 âIâm supposed to help you train and see to your immediate needs with those, too.â
 âSuch as?â
 âEquipment, water, food, chambersââ
 âChambers?â Lancelot frowns. âWhy would you need to see to our chambers?â
 âNot yours, but the visiting knights.â Merlin frowns as Arthurâs hand twitches on his elbow. âWhat?â
 âDo they presume that you are their servant,â Leon asks in a low voice, âwhen you do so?â
 âI am, arenât I?â He looks to Arthur. âYou assign me to them.â
 âNo, Merlin,â Arthur corrects gently, still looking like heâs about two seconds from crying and still taking Merlin by surprise at how soft heâs being, âI ask you to get them settled, thatâs all.â
 Merlin blinks. âOh. UhâŠâ
 âWhat do they ask you to do,â Leon asks, âas their servant?â
 He furrows his brow, trying to remember. âUh, change their sheets, see to their armor, start a fire, bring them dinnerâŠâ
 Leon raises an eyebrow when he trails off. âAnything else?â
 âThey, umââ
 Hands. Hands on his skin. Voices in his ear.
 âMerlin.â Arthur gives him a shake. âMerlin.â
 âSorry,â he says instantly, âI justâŠâ
 He trails off again when he sees the absolutely heartbroken look on Arthurâs face.
 ââŠArthur?â
 âWhy,â Arthur whispers, âwhy do you let themâŠdo that?â
 Merlin frowns. âItâs fine.â
 âItâs most certainly not fine.â
 âIt is,â Merlin argues, âitâs what servants are supposed to do, anyway, and itâs better me than the others.â
 Gwaine muffles a curse again, and to his surprise, so does Lancelot.
 âMerlin,â Leon says, calling his attention with how hoarse he sounds, âMerlin, why is it better you than the others if thereâs nothing wrong with whatâs happening to you?â
 Oh.
 Oh.
 Oh, no.
 Merlinâs hands start to shake.
 Something in his throat wells up and pushes against his jaw. It hurts. The bruises on his back start to smart.
 âWhy do you care,â he says instead, âwhy now?â
 âWe didnât know,â Leon whispers, sounding every bit the man confessing his worst sin, âand we are so, so sorry that we didnât.â
 âAnd if youâre asking why we care,â Lancelot says, equally heartfelt, âthen we are more sorry than you could ever know.â
 Merlin frowns. âBut you lot do it too.â
 The room freezes.
 Arthur yanks his hands away from Merlin like heâs been burned. Leon stifles a noise of his own as Elyanâs mouth drops open.
 âWhat,â Gwaine manages after a few moments, âthe fuck does that mean?â
 âYouâyou hit me, you order me around, youââ Merlin swings his head back and forth, looking at their shell-shocked facesâ âwhy are you all looking at me like that?â
 âBecause youâve just told us weâve been abusing you since the moment you set foot in Camelot, Merlin,â Arthur whispers, tears finally starting to roll down his cheeks.
 âBut you knew!â Merlinâs hands fly to his hair as he cries out. âYou knew this was happening, you could see it happening and you didnât care!â
 âIâm sorry, Merlinââ
 âIf we knew it was like thisââ
 âIf you think weâd ever hurt you like thatââ
 âNo, gods no, Merlinââ
 âOf course we careââ
 âMerlin,â Arthur whispers, holding out a shaking hand, âMerlin, please, please believe us that we would never be okay with you being mistreated like that. Like this.â
 And godsdamnit all, the amount of sheer heartbreak in the room is enough to coax a lump into Merlinâs throat and spring tears down his cheeks. Arthur lets out a wounded noise as he sees them, reaching forward to gently, still gently, wipe them away. The naked concern on not just his face, but the othersâ faces as well, only encourages more.
 âIâm so sorry, Merlin,â he keeps saying, âIâm so, so, sorry.â
 âArthur, Iââ Heâs cut off by a gasping sobâ âArthurââ
 âShh, shh, shh,â Arthur hushes frantically, cupping Merlinâs face in both hands, âshh, shh, Merlin, itâs alright, no oneâs ever going to hurt you again, I swear itââ
 âYouâre damn right,â he hears Gwaine mutter as the other knights agree.
 ââand Iâm so sorry that you thought Iâd be okay with it, that I was helpingââ Arthurâs voice cracksâ âno, no, youâreâyouâre my MerlinâI never want to see you hurt like thatâI never mean to hurt youââ
 âI know,â Merlin murmurs, âIâI know you donât.â
 Arthur, gentle Arthur, pulls him into the softest hug heâs ever had, cradling him like heâs something precious, something fragile, something to be savored and oh, oh, godsâ
 âEasy,â he hears Leon soothe, âeasy does it now, come sitâcome sit with us.â
 He canât quite manage to pry himself out of Arthurâs grip as he feels the knights come closer, huddling around the two of them in a protective circle. He even hears Percivalâs heavy steps coming closer, a silent guardian, keeping watch.
 âI donâtââ he gaspsâ âI donât understand.â
 âWeâll help you,â Arthur promises in his ear, âweâll help you figure it out.â
 âBut if anyone ever,â Gwaine growls, âand I mean ever does anything like that to you again, you tell us.â
 Merlin nods frantically. âOkay, okay, Iâll tell you.â
 âThank you, Merlin,â Leon murmurs, âmay IâŠ?â
 Merlin nods and Leonâs hand cards tenderly through his hair.
 âOh, Merlin,â he mumbles, almost to himself, âyou came into our lives blustering about how servants were people tooâŠand we never noticed this?â
 The knight shudders and steels himself.
 âWe will do better.â He gives Merlinâs head one last pat. âWe all will.â
 âI canââ Merlin swallowsâ âI canâŠask for help?â
 âYes, Merlin,â Arthur promises instantly, âyou can ask me for help, and if you think Iâm letting another one of those knights near you ever againââ
 Oh. Oh, wow.
 The wave of protective fury that hits Merlinâs chest isâ
 Wow.
 Heâs still confused. Confused and more than a little scared.
 But as he curls up in Arthurâs arms, held and kept with Camelotâs strongest knights curled around him too, protecting him, shielding him, he thinks he may finally start to feel safe.
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Itâs Because I Love you
Summary: Soobin dug himself into a hole and needed his bestfriend to help him out
Genre: Fluff, Friends-to-lovers, Slow-burn(ish)
Word count: ~10k (oops sry)
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A/n: to the anon that requested this. Iâm so sorry this took me forever... haha~ I hope you liked it! And writing this actually reminded how much i like writing these. Do you guys prefer these kind of longer fics or the shorter reaction type fics?
Warnings: Some swearing
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   âY/n i fucked up.â
   Was first line that came out of soobinâs mouth when you opened the door. It wasnât unusual for soobin to randomly show up at your place. But you really werenât expecting his presence today, since you knew he would be busy packing to head home for the week break. You were about to greet him but before you could say anything, he beat you to it, his sentence laced with regret and panic.     âWhat did you do this time?â You answered, âarenât you supposed to be packing?â     âI- excuse you what do you mean âthis timeâ?â He mocked. âOkay, whatever, weâll get back to that and yeah, i am, but I fucked up real bad,â he repeated.     âHuh?â You took a step back so soobin could enter. âAre you alright? What happened?â    âSo you know how all my cousins and sibling are in a relationship right?â Soobin continued, making his way to your couch to sit down. Resting his head back against the cushions as he groaned.    âYeah, what about it?â Tilting your head as the conversation got more confusing by the second. You closed the door behind you before joining him.     âWell... my brother just called me and may have been bothering me about being the only one that isnât in a relationship...â he trailed off, âand erm, i may have said i... had a girlfriend. And now my family wants met her.â     You couldnât help but burst out laughing at his confession, âyou did what? You really dug yourself into a hole this time.â     Soobin was the youngest of his family. He was always the one that chose to focus more on his grades than actually making friends. Sure, he went to parties and drank every now and then, but other than that, he rarely did anything short of the âperfect sonâ. But despite all his efforts, there was always one thing his sibling could tease him about, and that was the fact that he was 21 and has never been in a relationship. Soobin always tried to not let this bother him, but i guess today, he just snapped.     âI really did,â he sighed. âThatâs why i need your help.â     âHow can i possibly help you out of this, soobin?â you ridiculed, glaring at him. âYou do know that youâre one of my only friends, right? Meaning, I wonât be able to find anyone to play girlfriend with you.â     âUm, actually about that... i kind of told my family that my girlfriend goes to the same school as me and studies the same major as me. I also kind of told them that she has y/e/c eyes and y/h/c hair.â He sat up, looking for a reaction from you. Instead, all he saw was your blank expression, staring back at him. âYeah so, if you hadnât caught on yet, i might have, sort of, just described you to my family.â     Your eyes widened at his statement, you werenât sure what to reply. You met soobin all the way back in high school, and youâve stayed friends ever since â 5 years, 11 months, 23 days, to be exact. Not that you were keeping count or anything. You remember the first day you approached the shy boy, the new transfer student sitting at the back alone. He was the first friend you made there. And to makes things worse, youâve had a crush on him, but you knew better than to confess and possibly ruin the friendship.     Youâve suppressed all your feeling since then. Maybe. Probably. Okay, no. But youâve tried. And all this talk of âpretend girlfriendâ did nothing but make your heart start racing again.     âWhy on earth would you do that!â     âI dont know! You were the first person that came to mind! So are you okay with doing me the favour of playing the role of my girlfriend?â Soobin said with a slight pout and puppy dog eyes. A move he knew you could never refuse, âYouâre free this break, right?â     His sudden confession was like a blow to your heart. The first person that came to his mind... but itâs probably just because he didnt have many female friends, right?     âErm...â you paused. The more you thought about his proposition, the more you found yourself weighing the consequences.     âCome on y/n. Please? We already get engaged every other week at clubs for free drinks. This wonât be that much different.â     âWould your family believe it? I mean, itâs me.â     âSure they will. And itâll be easy to fake it since you already know me.â     You paused for another second before replying. âHm, right. Fine. But you owe me. Do i have to bring anything?â You were helping out a friend.     A friend. Nothing more, nothing less.     âNope, just bring enough clothes. You donât need anything too fancy,â he stood up, leaning down to give you a quick hug. As he walked towards the door, he looked over his shoulder before leaving your apartment. âThanks for doing this, i really owe you. Iâll pick you up at 7 tomorrow after our classes, alright? See you then.â
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    After an hour, three outfit changes and completely unpacking and repacking your luggage twice, you were finally satisfied and ready to go. It was only a weeks worth of clothes in a small luggage, yet, you still found a way to overthink it. In the end, you had settled for a simple tee with jeans and a coat to keep you warm for the ride.     Already, you were beginning to regret your decision of going along with this whole âfake girlfriendâ act. It had nothing to do with soobin or his family. They were absolutely wonderful, his parents were kind, his siblings were fun and sweet and his baby nephew was, well, a baby. The only problem was what if your heart liked the idea of being his âgirlfriendâ just a little bit too much?     You had met his siblings and parents a handful of times when they visited him at his apartment. Theyâve always been nothing but nice to you, and now, you were going to have to lie to them. The more you thought about it, the more your mind was playing angel and devil with you. On one hand, you didnât want to spend the weekend being dishonest and possibly screwing up the image soobinâs family had of you. But on the other, you wanted to be selfish and be able to call soobin yours, even if it were just for a few days.     You sighed quietly, sitting in your living room waiting for soobin to pick you up like he said he would. The entire day you had been unable to focus in your classes, whatever your lectures said just going right through your head. At this time on fridays, you would normally have found soobin dressed in any lounge wear he had, crashing at your place to watch whatever movie he found that week. But now, you were going to find him dressed up, ready to bring you to meet his parents. The relationship sure escalated quickly. Just as your mind started drifting further, your doorbell rang.     âU ready?â Soobinâs signature eye smile greeted you, his front bunny teeth exposed. Youâve always noticed how soobinâs appearance resembled that of a bunny, but no matter how many times you tried to tell him, he didnât want to believe it.     âAs ready as ill ever be,â you returned the smile, grabbing your luggage and locking your front door.     Well, this was it, no turning back now. Helping you with your things, soobin lead you to his car and started the journey. It was only about a 3 hour drive and a car ride proved to be a great distraction. You hadnât been to soobins hometown before, so being able to look out the window and see the scenery was no doubt better than sneaking glances at soobin in the drivers seat. You just knew that if you saw soobin, with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other propped on the arm rest, you might have gone into cardiac arrest.     The ride was quiet for the most part, that was until soobin pulled up at a red light. âI made a playlist,â soobin flipped his phone around to show you and connect it to his car. âItâs like, if you were my real girlfriend, this would be the playlist i would share with you.â     You couldnât help but smile when you realised how sweet soobin would be in an actual relationship. His future girlfriend is really lucky. But you had to control yourself, reminding yourself that itâs all just pretend for the week.     âIâm sure its great. You have great taste in music,â you faked a laugh. âUm... so... soobin? How exactly are we supposed to fake this? I mean, what we supposed to do? What will your family do?â     âOh...â he started, his eyes focusing back on the road, the lights turning green again. âTo be honest, i havenât actually thought about that part yet.â Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought. âMmm, when my brother first brought his girlfriend home, my family teased him a lot, just to make fun of him and get her reaction. But they already did that with you whenever they visited me so... Iâm not sure what theyâll do, honestly.â     âOh...â That was completely unhelpful. Pulling your knees to your chest, you continued staring blankly out the window.     âHey, donât worry too much okay? Weâll just wing it like we do everything else. And thatâs worked out for us so far, right?â Soobin chuckled, trying to comfort you. âAs for what we need to do. I guess itâll just be all that couple stuff like holding hands and hugging. And youâre already such a cuddly person, that shouldnât be a problem for you. We got this, alright? And Iâll be with you the entire time.â     You nod a response, âyeah, we got this.â     On the outside, you tried to seem cool and composed. On the inside however, you were a mess. Sure, you and soobin already had your fair share of cuddles when he showed up for a movie night at your place. And on the days he was too lazy to go back to his dorm, you would find him whining and groaning for you to make him breakfast the next day. But now you were expected to act that way in front of his family? That was a whole new level of stress you didnât think about when you agreed to this.     After a while more of driving, it was a little over 10pm when soobin finally pulled up alongside the curd in front of his house. The remainder of the car ride had been relatively silent, except for the playlist that soobin had made for you, and the occasional mindless singing you would start that turned into a carpool karaoke. Getting off, soobin unloaded his and your luggage and lead you to the front door.     Probably noticing your nervous state, soobin grabbed your shaking hands. âIâm right here alright?â He smiled, âitâs show time.â     With that, he rang the doorbell. And not 15 seconds later, soobinâs sister answered the door.     âSoobin!â She greeted, pulling him into a hug, âweâve been waiting for you and- oh! Y/n! I knew it. Same major, y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair. If it wasnât you, i was about to kick his ass.â     âHah, yeah, surprise?â You said, the last part sounding more like a question than a sentence.     âAish, this boy. The previous night on the call, he just told us heâll be bringing his girlfriend home, gave us a description but never told us who. Left us all to wonder who she was and well,â she chuckled, putting an arm around soobinâs shoulders, âif she even existed. Iâm glad itâs you, the first time we met you, i already knew you two would end up together.â     âWait, so you all took guesses on who it was?â Soobin chimed in, shooting a glare at his sister.     âWell, yea! All of us pretty much guessed y/n. Except for mom though, sheâs kept quiet about it. But i guess it was just because she didnât want to get her hopes up.â     Looking at soobins annoyed expression, you laughed. Shrugging of his sisters arm, soobin grabbed both your luggage, pushing past his sister and pulled them into the house. âAlright, alright, just let us in already, its freezing out here.â     âItâs nice to see you again y/n,â his sister said as she held the door open for you.     âLikewise.â You smiled before stepping in.     Youâd never been to soobinâs house before. Sure, youâve seen bits and pieces of it when the two of your FaceTimed over the holidays, but never in person. In the hallway where you stood, were the stairs that you presumed lead to the bedrooms. Sporadically placed were a few house plants that looked as if they had been watered quite recently.  The walls were littered with family photos, and most noticeably, soobinâs baby pictures. You smiled looking at them, taking a mental image of the cute, little baby this giant once was.     Closing the door behind you, soobins sister spoke, âyou guys wait here. I think mom and dad are in the living room. Iâll go get them.â     As you saw her silhouette disappear towards one of the entries, you felt the nerves building up again, âsoobin...â you tilted you head up to look at him, your face portraying nothing but worry.     âDonât worry okay?â Taking your hand in his, gently squeezing for reassurance.â Just follow my lead and pretend youâre in love with me. Which should be easy since Iâm your favourite person,â he joked, in attempts to lighten your mood.     âPretend to be in love with himâ. Okay, shouldnât be too hard, considering the fact that you actually were in love with him and spent years pretending not to be. âYea, alright.â     Letting go of your hand, soobin walked forward to hug his parents when he saw them approaching.     âSoobin, we were starting to wonder how long more you would take,â his mom said. âHow are you? Howâs everything at school?â     âEverythingâs fine,â he replied. Turning to you, he held out his hand for you to take. âMom, dad, you know y/n.â     Accepting his hand, you stepped forward to greet his parents. Just hoping that your nervous trembling wasnât too obvious to the naked eye.     âAh of course! How could we ever forget,â his mom smiled.     âWe always knew the two of you would end up together eventually. Heâs always been so obvious about you,â his dad added, causing blood to rush to your cheeks, and soobin to immediately retaliate.     âDad! Stop it. No i have not!â You looked around at him just in time to see him cross his arms and roll his eyes, cheeks pink and eyes shining. He met your eyes and looked away, but the grin on his face never faltered.     Hitting her husbands arm, soobins mom scolded, âaish, stop teasing them, they just got here. Speaking of which, have you two eaten?â     âNo we havent, actually. We came right after school,â soobin answered.     âIn that case, you can take yours and y/n stuff up to your room and get settled in. Iâll order some food for you. Pizza sound okay?â his mom spun soobin around, pushing him back to where your luggage laid.     âHis room?â You thought out loud. Of course they were expecting you to share a room with soobin. What else could you have possibly thought.     âOf course his room,â his mom answered, âyou have known each other for such a long time. And i have no doubts there are days that soobin stayed over at your apartment instead of his dorm anyway. Thereâs no way Iâm letting you sleep on the couch.â     With that, you and soobin grabbed your things and headed up to his room. Sure, the nights soobin stayed over you have shared a bed before. But this time, it just felt different. Even though everything was still purely platonic, the element of you being in his home, pretending to be his girlfriend, was still no doubt intimidating.     âSee? That wasnât so hard, was it?â Soobin asked rhetorically, snapping you out of your thoughts. He laughed, clearly taking the whole situation a lot lighter than you were.     Opening the door to his room, it was exactly how you pictured it when he called you. You stood at the doorway, it seemed so familiar, yet unknown at the same time. His bed in the corner of the room with a few pillows and plushies, at the other end, his desk and wardrobe filled with clothes he left behind. His walls were mainly bare, except for one that had a few old polaroids hanging loosing from the ceiling. It felt weird being there.     âWell, donât just stand there,â soobin grabbed your luggage from you, pulling you in to the room so he could close the door behind you and crashing down on his bed. âFirst, let me give you the official welcome to mi casa. My family is a lot, but you already knew that. Make yourself at home.â     âHonestly, i cant believe they bought it so easily,â you let out, taking a seat next to him.     âTold you they would. My family probably loves you more than they love me.â     You laughed halfheartedly, still feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing.     âWe should clean up before we head back to the wolves den for dinner. The bathroom is right down the hall to the right. You can go first, ill clear a drawer for you,â he offered.      You nod, gathering your things for the night.     This is all just pretend.
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    The shower definitely helped calm you down a bit. You loved the warmth of the water against your skin.     âItâs just for a week. Dont get used to it,â you muttered to yourself.     Getting out, you quickly dressed yourself in a tshirt and some shorts. The normal attire you wore to sleep, anything else was always just uncomfortable for you.      âYouâre turn,â you announced when you entered soobins room again.     âThat was quick. Here, take one of my sweaters.â     âWhat for?â You shot him a look, raising brow. It wasnât as if you hadnât stole his hoodies before, it was just the fact that he was offering it this time.    âYouâre supposed to be my girlfriend, arenât you? Girlfriends always take their boyfriendâs clothes.â     Fishing a plain, red sweater out from his wardrobe, he threw it in your direction, hitting you directly in the face and causing you to yelp a little. âBesides, you already take all my hoodies. This is no different,â he continued, eyeing you as you pulled it over your head.     As usual, soobinâs clothes were huge on you. And this sweater was no doubt oversized, even for him. âHow do i look?â     You looked to him when you didnât get a reply. But this only caused him to turn away from you quickly, mumbling something to himself before answering, âitâs my clothes, itâll look great on everyone.â     Scrambling to gather his things, he left for his shower. You could have swore you saw him blushing when he was looking at you. But you brushed it off as your overactive imagination. You decided to swiftly blow dry your hair before laying on his bed, scrolling through your phone while waiting for him. You were hungry, practically starving, but there was no way in hell you were going to face his family again on your own. With your new status, god knows what they would do or say.     A mere 15 minutes go by before you hear the door open again. Revealing a damp haired soobin, dressed in a white tee and sweatpants. A simple look you have seen many times over the years, but one that still made your head and thoughts hazy.     âReady to go down?â He spoke, smirking at you, almost knowingly, âIâm starving.â     âYe- yeah,â gathering your thoughts, bringing yourself back to reality.
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    Dinner with the family wasnt all that bad. Sure, there was the occasional teasing and questions. But that was to be expected. Any parent would have been curious, right?     You let soobin take the lead on most of those. You didnât want your cover to get blown by having any clashing answers. Once in a while you would feel soobin grab your hand under the table when he needed your help, but for the most part, they were the basic questions like âsince when?â Or âwho confessed first?â. The usual relationship stuff, nothing too hard. And it was a lot easier with the fact that it was you and soobin, the two friends that have mastered the art of bullshitting your way out of situations.     At the end of the day, the awkwardness ended soon after it started. With it being past midnight, Soobinâs family had long gone to bed, leaving you two alone in the dimly lit kitchen to finish up your dinner, which had quickly became supper.     âSo, how was day one of being my girlfriend?â He looked over to you, munching on another piece of pizza. Even in that horrible lighting, he still managed to take your breath away. No one could possibly look good with dull, ugly, yellow kitchen lighting, but somehow, he did. The way the soft light bounced off his skin, partnered with the reflection in his eye that gave that perfect shine to them. You were sure you looked horrid next to him.     âMmm, itâs alright i guess,â you teased, earning a pout from soobin. âYou big baby. Iâm just kidding,â nudging him on the shoulder, causing you both the laugh.     You didnât know why this question surprised you as much as it did. Maybe you wanted to flip the tables, or maybe you just werenât expecting the answer he gave. âSo how was day one of having me as your pretend girlfriend?â     He thought about it for a second before facing you and speaking. âHonestly, itâs been fun. Even though we havenât done much. But then again, i always knew you would be great girlfriend to someone one day.â     âSomeoneâ. If only you could tell him how much you wanted that someone to be him. If only you had the guts to say whatâs was on your mind.     âWant to play some music?â Breaking the silence, soobin picked up his phone, quickly scrolling through his playlists before stopping on one he named âmidnightâ. âItâs just some chill songs i found that i thought would be nice to listen to at night.ïżœïżœ     The playlist started and the first song to play was âwhat falling in love feels likeâ.     âOh, i love this song,â you mindlessly stated between bites.     âReally?â Soobin replied. âI never heard you listen to classical music.â     Your eyes widened slightly when you realised what you said. You didnât just listen to classical music. Youâve also imagined what it would be like to slow dance to it.     âI never really told anyone... but i always wanted to dance with someone to this song. Itâs kind of embarrassing to admit,â you trailed off, the surface of the counter suddenly becoming more interesting. The dead of night had you confessing unspoken words.     There was another second of silence. You could feel soobinâs stare on your face. He was judging you. You were sure of it. Now you were just mentally preparing yourself for a laugh-     âLetâs dance.â     âWhat?â You werenât expecting that. You shot your head up, seeing his outstretched hand.     âLetâs dance,â he repeated.     You reached for his hand, but didnât grab it. You were hesitant. Never would you have thought youâd be slow dancing with your crush â of over 3 years, in the kitchen of his childhood home â at midnight.     He held you hand, helping you to stand before twirling you into his arms. He lead your hands around his neck and his around your waist. You fell in step, letting the rhythm control your movements. Your eyes gazing into his brown, glistening ones, a soft smile on his face. It felt like a dream. Your surroundings and any other disturbances dissolved. It was just you and him. Right here, right now. You stayed like that, dancing. Everything felt just... perfect.     âYou know iâd never judge you right?â He said, his eyes watching your expressions closely. âI know thatâs what you were thinking earlier.â     You looked away, unable to find the right words. Soobin always had a way to read you so easily. Every once in a while he would remind you how expressive your face was. And you were certain a blush had crept to your cheeks when you heard soobin chuckle.     âYou silly girl. You can tell me anything. You know that. After all, you are my best friend.â     âRight... best friend,â you offered a small smile to mask the resignation in your words.     And just like that, the song ended. Soobin let go your waist. Leaving nothing the ghostly feeling of where his hands once were and the sensation of having his body so close to yours.     âItâs nearly 1am. We should go to bed soon,â he nodded towards the clock on the stove. âYou can head up first. Iâll clean up here and join you in a bit.â     You nodded. Once you were back in his room, you crashed on his bed. Regret and agony the only things left for you to feel.     Why did you agree to this. You knew it would be hard. But not this hard.     You rolled over to your side of the bed. And true to his word, soobin entered shortly after. Climbing under the covers with you, poking your side when you paid no attention to him.     You jumped, immediately facing him. âWhat was that for!?â     âNothing,â he laughed. âItâs just fun to do that to you. I have a fun day planned tomorrow, so get up early. Good night y/n.â     âGood night, asshole.â You scoffed.
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    The next morning you woke up to a post-it on your head. You tore it off and looked around the room but soobin was nowhere to be seen. You groaned, sitting up to stretch and read the note.     âWake up sleepyhead. Come to the kitchen for breakfast.â     Oh, how you wished the entire night before had been a dream. But alas, it wasnât. Pulling yourself out of bed, you cleaned yourself up and descend the stairs. The smell of fresh pancakes engulfing the entire house.     âGood morning y/n,â soobinâs dad greeted you when you entered the kitchen. âGrab a seat. Breakfast is almost done.â     âYour dad cooks?â You whispered as you pulled out the stool next to soobin.     âMainly breakfast. But yes,â he whispered back.     Soobinâs dad placed a plate in front of each of you. 3 pancakes a piece, and more to come. âButter or maple syrup?â     âBoth,â soobin smugly answered.     âAnd you y/n?â     âIll have both as well, thanks,â you smiled before facing soobin. âWhereâs your mom and sister?â     âMy mom went to the store. And my sister doesnât get up till later.â Soobin grabbed the syrup his father had just put on the table and poured a generous amount. His attention was fully on his food.     You couldnât help but grin at his childlike manner. He always loved breakfast. Or any dish that can be both sweet and savoury actually. You both enjoyed your breakfast, watching soobinâs father flip pancakes, cheering when it landed, and messing around while cooking as your morning source of entertainment.     âThe pancakes are really good, mr choi,â you complimented.     âWhy, thank you y/n. You always have been such well mannered,â he said. âHopefully some of that will rub off on my son soon.â     âHey! I am well mannered,â soobin retorted.     âOh, really now,â you taunted, giving him a look of disbelief.     Soobin tsked, lightly pushing you over. âOkay, whatever. Anyways, hurry up. Iâm going to show you around town today.â     âYou two donât come back too late now,â his father added. âAnd bring a coat, itâs supposed to get colder today.â     Stuffing down the remainder of his food, soobin linked your arms and dragged you out of the kitchen the moment he saw your plate empty.     âHey! Iâm not done yet, i wanted one mo-!â     âBye dad!â Soobin interrupted, ignoring your plea.
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    âSo much being well mannered.â You mocked.     âNot my fault you wanted to eat so much,â he shrugged.     Both of you strolled along the road. You werenât sure where soobin was bringing you, other than his aforementioned âtownâ. Despite it just being the two of you, soobin still dressed nicely, in a turtleneck and scarf with a black coat to go over it.     âWait...â you started, noticing a passing sign. âWhy does that say the town is the other way?â     âCause i changed my mind. Iâm bringing you somewhere else,â he replied, shooting you one of his, oh so charming, eye smiles. âIâll bring you to town another day.â     âThis wayâs to the forest,â you raised an eyebrow. âAre you planning to kill me or something? After 6 years of friendship. This is how you want to end it?â You dramatically gripped your chest and joked. âIâm sorry for whatever i did. I can change, I swear.â     Soobin rolled his eyes and guffawed. âOf course. This has been my plan all along. To befriend you then brutally murder you among the trees where no one can find your body,â he played along. âRelax, Iâm no murderer. An avid liar? Maybe. But not a murderer. I just want to show you something.â     You hummed a response and continued on your way. Not long after, soobin was leading you down a path in the deserted forest. As the path reached deeper into the woods, the trees got denser.     âErm, soobin, where are we going?â You called from behind him. âIâm really starting to question the whole murder thing.â     Youâre not going to lie when you say the woods kind of crept you out. You could have sworn you felt someone behind you. But when you turned around, there wasnât a soul. The twigs and dead leaves making a deafening crunch under your feet as the â seemingly never-ending â journey continued.     âJust trust me,â he provided a simple answer that proved to be of no help in ensuring you.    As you continued, the sound of snapping twigs got louder. You turned the corner and the sudden sound of birds fleeing their nest startled you, causing you to jump and grab soobinâs coat from the back.     âAre you really that scared?â He laughed. âDonât worry,â he continued, turning around and reaching for your hand. Gently running his thumb over yours the rest of the way. âWeâre almost there. Itâs worth it, i promise.â     Having his hand in yours definitely provided some comfort. But it was also making you feel things that you shouldnât be feeling. After another minute of walking, you finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. The horrid crunching sound had been washed out by the sound of, well, rushing water.     A waterfall.     You gasped in astonishment at the clarity of the Caribbean-blue waterfall. It was spurting over the basalt rock, spilling eel-like over the ledges. Its clamorous passage at the foot of the mountain threw up bubbles of spray. They sparkled uneasily in the beams of light that shined through the leaves of surrounding trees.     When it toppled into the ecstasy-pool, it foamed it at the bottom. The rest of the pool was as clear as cellophane, allowing you to see down into the rocky bottom. Fronds of forest-green plants waved gently in the depths. The waterfall looked like a sheet of blue velour as it swished down. Its edges were hemmed with whipped-white lines.     âWow,â was all you managed to utter out.     âI told you it was worth it,â soobin grinned. âCome on.â He lead you closer, collapsing on the bank and letting the nougat sweet smell of flowers wash over him.     You followed suit. âHow did you find this place?â     âA friend of mine showed it to me when we were kids.â He said, leaning back against his palms. âWe used to hang out all the time here. The five of us. That is, until i moved away for high school.     âI wonder what theyâre up to now.â He added after a slight pause.     âYou donât see them when you come back for the holidays?â You asked.     Soobin shook his head. âI donât get to see them much anymore. I barely leave my house, y/n, you know that. Besides, theyâre all busy with their own lives.â     You listened to soobin reminisce about his childhood. You would listen to soobin talk for hours if you could. His words are were like gold to you, or perhaps some elixir youâve been waiting all your days to hear. He had nothing but good things to say. It sounded like he had a lot of fun here, in the small town he grew up in. You both sat there for a while, gawking at the waterfall when the suddenly rustling of the bushes behind you caught your attention.     âY/n,â soobin stood up, holding you behind him as the rustling got louder. And then a figure walked through, a boy. He was wearing a brown furry jacket. His hair was a strange shade a pink, but it complimented his skin tone nicely.     âSoobin?â The boy said, folding his arms. âNo way. Is that actually you? Mr choi soobin. After all these years.â      âYeonjun?â Soobin replied, letting go of you and walking up to yeonjun. âWhat are you doing here?â     âI was on my way out and thought i saw you earlier entering the forest so i decided to follow you. Who else knows this place anyway?â Yeonjun laughed, swinging an arm around soobinâs shoulder.     âSo you practically followed, what could have been, a complete stranger into the forest?â Soobin shot him a look. To that, yeonjun just smiled and nodded. âYou never change, do you?â     âNope,â yeonjun answered confidently. âAnyways, are you going to introduce me to the pretty lady or do i have to do that myself?â He gestured a smile towards you.     Beside him, soobin stiffened, his jaw slightly tensing before he answered. âRight... Yeonjun, y/n. We met in high school, sheâs my best friend.  Y/n, yeonjun. He was one of my friends i was telling you about-â     âYeah, until this bastard moved, changed his number and practically became a hermit that never left his house much.â Yeonjun jibed.     âHmm, that sounds about right. The only place Iâve seen him, other than class or the library, is at my apartment binge watching shows,â you added, causing yeonjun to burst out a laugh.     âYou guys are mean.â Soobin grumbled, pushing yeonjunâs arm off him.     âI have a feeling she and i are going to be great friends.â Yeonjun said matter-of-factly.     The three of you sat there, talking for what seemed like hours. Soobin and yeonjun continued to tell you about the different adventures they had together as kids with their friends, beomgyu, kai and taehyun. They recounted all the accidents that happened, all the fun moments they had together. Yeonjun eventually proceeded to tell you about all the embarrassing soobin stories he could think of, sharing jokes and making you laugh. The entire time though, soobin barely directed any conversation at you. Let alone laugh at Yeonjunâs âjokesâ.     As your laughter died down, yeonjun spoke again. âI have to ask though, whatâs she doing doing here? Not that thereâs anything wrong with it. Iâm just curious. Does she live around here too?â     You looked to soobin, unsure of how or what to answer.     âItâs okay, yeonjun wonât snitch,â he said. âY/nâs pretending to be my girlfriend for the holiday.â     It hurt you every time he said it. In your head you wished so badly for it to be real. To think, by now you would have learnt that wishing only wounds the heart. And each time soobin said it out loud, it was like a punch to the gut.     âPretending to be your-â yeonjun cut himself off by scoffing. âWhat for?â     âWell....â soobin started explaining the whole situation to yeonjun. To which the only response he got out of the other boy was mockery and disbelief.     âAre you serious?!â Yeonjun exclaimed. âSo you two arenât together?â     You shook your head.     âOh... good....â he mumbled, grinning in the process. âYou have got to be kidding me. But you guys do you, i guess. My lips are sealed.     âI hate to ruin the moment but i have to go. It was nice meeting you y/n.â He tipped an imaginary hat. âIt was nice to see you again too, soobin. But let know, the next time youâre back.â     âRight, ill keep that in mind.â Soobin replied.     Just as yeonjun started to walk away, he stopped and turned around once more. âOh! Right. How long are you guys staying? Iâm meeting beomgyu, tae and kai on monday at the diner. You should come,â his eyes travelled to you, âboth of you.â     âWe cant-â     âWe would love to!â You cut soobin off, âcome on soobin, you havenât seen your friends in ages. I would be nice to say âhiâ again.â     Soobin stared at you for a second. Maybe it was the excitement in your face or maybe he truly did want to see his friends again. But in the end he agreed.      âGreat! Ill see you two monday at 5.â Yeonjun ended, giving a small salute before leaving, for real this time.     Soobin went back to the bay, laying down on the grass, letting out a long held sigh. He stared up at the sky that was quickly becoming darker. The stars and moon announcing their arrival.     âYou alright?â You asked, sitting down next to him.     âYeah, why wouldnât i be?â He answered, his eyes still closed.     âI donât know. You just seemed... off just now. Like my or yeonjunâs presence bothered you.â     âItâs nothing. Im just tired.â He sighed again, sitting up. âWhile on the subject, we should head back. Itâs getting dark.â     He stood up and started walking without another word.     Was he mad at you? No... he had no reason to be, right? Was he mad about the joke you made with yeonjun?     You quickly caught up to him and followed him out of the forest. Other than your footsteps against the concrete road and the cicadas that came out to say their daily greetings, the awkward silence followed the rest of the way.     âIâm not annoyed at you, if thatâs what youâre thinking,â soobin broke the silence. The entire walk you had your focus on the ground, not noticing the stolen glances soobin took. âStop sulking. People are going to think i kicked your puppy or something.â He chuckled, bending his waist slight to look at your face.     His face was mere inches away from yours. Memories from the previous night came flooding back. You didnât offer a response, not trusting the words that would escape your lips in that moment. Instead just turning your face to the other side to avoid his stare. Soobin let out a light hearted laugh and continued walking.      You recalled how soobin always said you had an expressive face. He must have seen something you didnât realise.     The sky got darker as you continued down the road. The cool winter breeze greeting the concrete and skin just the same, causing you to shiver and wrap your arms around yourself. Mentally cursing the fact that, other than your khaki coat, you didnât think to wear more layers that morning.     Of course, this didnât go unnoticed. âAre you cold?â Soobin asked, already shedding off his cherry red, wool scarf.     âNo, itâs alright, youâll get cold,â grabbing his hands to stop his actions.     âIâll be fine. And weâre only about 5 minutes away,â he argued, wrapping his scarf around your neck. He took your hand, pulling you behind him the rest of the way quickly before you âcaught a coldâ.     The scarf sat snug to your skin, soft and gentle, the ends becoming a colourful flag in the wintry winds. It was still warm from where it sat before. You could smell of his cologne on it. Faint, from the dayâs activities. But still prominent enough to know itâs existence.     Your hands trembled in his and you thanked the cold for that excuse. Burying your face deeper into his scarf before he could make out the slight blush that painted your cheeks.     When you reached soobinâs home again, there was a faint chattering echoing through house.     âOh, i think my older sisterâs came for a visit.â     Soobinâs older sister. The one thatâs the account, married, with the baby â soobinâs nephew â and the lovely husband. Youâve only ever met them once, well that, and the occasional pictures soobin would send you of him and his nephew. Seeing soobin with babies did things to your heart thats you didnât like. Youâve already imagined the unlikely scenario of what it would be like to have soobin as your boyfriend. You canât go fantasising an entire family as well. But you had to admit, he would make a great dad one day.     âSoobin!â His older sister ran and hugged him. Heâs always had such a close bond with his siblings. âMom and dad told me you brought your girlfriend home this time.â She wiggled her eyebrows.     âHey sis. And yeah, y/n. You know her,â soobin turned to you.     âOf course. The last time i saw you two I knew youâd end up together.â She cheered as if she had just won the lottery.     So, from what youâve gathered, soobinâs entire family had always had some hopes on the two of two. You wanted to smile at that fact. But at same time, you were lying to them right now. It was a bittersweet feeling.     The remainder of the night went on rather unproductive. You had dinner with his family, chatted with them, played with the baby and that was about it. The worst part came when the family decided to watch a movie together. The movie was great, dont get me wrong. You all sat together and watched kingsman again. Even though it was the tenth time youâve seen it, it was still yours and Soobinâs favourite.     The bad part came when you had to find a seat. The family couch say four, soobinâs mom, dad and sisters. The olderâs husband took one of the arm chairs, leaving you and soobin to share the other. In other words, you ended up having to sit on his lap.     âI can just sit on the floor, its no problem,â you suggested.     âNonsense. I wonât let you sit on the floor,â soobin rebutted, holding your waist, pulling you back onto his lap.     You swear, if it wasnât for the dimness of the room, the redness of your face would have matched that of the fire place. Throughout the movie you found it extremely hard to pay attention. Soobin had left one of his hands to rest on your knee and the other around your back. Sure, he was probably just putting on a show for his family. But he didnât have to do the thumb thing as well. Or gently whisper in your ear, so close that you could feel his breath against your neck.      The rest of the time you couldnât help but fidget in your seat â which just so happened to be soobinâs lap. As interesting as the fight scene on screen was or the dramatic music playing, the only thing you could focus on was the fact that soobinâs hand had now traveled to your thigh.     And underneath you, soobinâs breathing was becoming short and uneven. He was starting to stir as well before getting up, forcing you to stand and murmuring, âIâm going to head to bed early. You guys enjoy the rest of the movie.â     Within the next beat of the soundtrack, he was dashing out of the living room and running up the stairs.     What...?     You werenât the only one wondering that. Soobinâs family were now staring at you, his mothers brows furrowed, his sisterâs head tilted quizzically. âHe said heâs tired,â you blurted, face-palming in your head.     Great. You already felt out of place and this certainly wasnât helping. You sat down on the, now vacant, chair and continued the rest of the movie with his family.     Iâm sure heâs fine. You can always ask him tomorrow.
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    You woke up to an empty bed again. But this time there was no post it note or anything from soobin. So you assumed heâd be in the kitchen like before.     âMorning y/n,â it was his older sister this time.     âMorning.â You looked around. No sight of soobin. âWhereâs soobin?â     âOh he didnât tell you? He went out for a walk around 20 minutes ago.â     Why didnât he wait for you?     âYeah, he didnât. Did he say where he was going or when heâll be back?â You asked.     To that, she just shook her head.     Oh...
     âI almost forgot,â she continued. âThere was a note for you. I left it on the counter for you.â
    You picked it up, hoping to see Soobinâs name as the regards, telling you his whereabouts. Instead, the note was fairly short.
Hey y/n!
Once again i just wanted to welcome you to town. It was really nice meeting you yesterday! Maybe we could hang out some time?
(Hopefully) Your friend,
Yeonjun
    Did Soobin see it? Either way, why does it matter.     After breakfast, you decided to wait for soobin to come home. If he didnât tell where he was going, it means he cant be gone long, right? You sat in his room, figuring it would be the only place you didnt have to face his family members.     It was only about an hour and a half of waiting and a lunch break, that you got bored. You could only scroll your phone so much before it started to get more redundant than it already was. So, checking the weather report, you got dressed and left for a walk around. You hadnât seen much of the area yet, it wouldnât be harmful to do some exploring. Learning your lesson from yesterday, you put on a wool sweater underneath your coat. A pair of dr marten to match.     It was a rather fine day out. You walked under the sun that warmed your skin, but the cool winds keeping the temperature cool enough. The only thing that would make this better would be if soobin were with you...     âY/n!â You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.     You turned around and saw a familiar lock of pink hair running towards you, frantically waving his arms. He was wearing a leather jacket today. Behind him was someone else that chased after him. He had nicely styled, bleached blonde hair and was slightly short than yeonjun was.     âOh, hi.â You greeted the two of them. âFancy running into you again.â     âI know, right!â He agreed, a bit more enthusiastically than what you would imagine. âWhy are you alone? Whereâs soobin?â     âNo clue. He just took off this morning. Didnât tell me anything and i got bored of sitting around alone.â     âMaybe the pressure of a relationship getting to him,â yeonjun suggested.     âItâs fake though,â you mocked.     He just shrugged. âDoesnât make it any less of a commitment.â     You hummed a reply. âFair enough.â     âAnyway. If you have nothing better to do... taehyun and i,â he said, gesturing towards to boy beside him, âwere just headed to the arcade in town. Care to join us?â     âSure, I donât see why not.â     You followed as yeonjun and taehyun lead you through the town soobin said he would bring you to. Every corner they turned, they greeted someone new. From little kids to elderly ladies and gentlemen. Small town, i guess everyone knew everyone.     Eventually, they stopped in front of a building, the arcade. The pings from the pinball machines, the bullets from the shooting games, and the âjackpotâ announcements, all a dead give away. From the outside, the building looked old and rundown. The paint was old and cracking as if it hadnât been repainted in years. Even the neon signs provided to the retro aesthetic, casting a purple-red hue over everything.     You stood there, taking in the atmosphere for a second. It sure was different from any arcade you had back in the city. You glanced around, when a figure at one of the pinball machines caught your eye.     âSoobin?â You spoke out loud.     Confused, yeonjun and taehyun followed your gaze to said figure.     âWhat in the?â You walked up to him. the further into the arcade you went, the louder everything got. Tapping him on the shoulder, you just about had to yell to have any sort of conversation.     âY/n?â He asked, looking at you with the same expression as culprit that had just been caught red-handed.     You scoffed playfully, crossing your arms. âSo you ditched me to come play games alone?â     âUm, kind of? Not really though,â he said. His eyes darting towards the two boys that to came up behind you. âYou came with taehyun and... Yeonjun?â     âHey soob, long time no see,â taehyun added.     âI went out for a walk and ran into them,â a quick and easy reason. âYou could have just told me if you wanted to come to town alone, you know? You donât have to sneak off at the crack of dawn.â     âNice to see you too tae. And I do want to show you around the town. Itâs just,â his eyes travelled between you and yeonjun, back to you in a blink. âI just needed a break from things for a while.â     âHm, alright,â you accepted his explanation, but something still felt weird.     âSince weâre already here, thereâs no use standing around.â Yeonjun spoke. âY/n, come play the shooting game with me!â     Before you could reply, yeonjun was already dragging you towards one of the machines. Leaving taehyun and soobin to do whatever it was they did. He handed you one of the guns available and scanned his arcade card. The entire time you could feel eyes watching you, but shook it off.     Yeonjun was pretty good at the game, you had to admit. He spent a lot of time here, you assumed. Time seemed to disappear the longer you were in the arcade. The atmosphere around you never changed. It was still as lively and colourful as when you first walked in. The bright lights and loud music blasting, disrupting your senses. But outside, the sun was quickly setting.     âGood game, y/n,â taehyun offered a handshake after you beat him at yet another game of air hockey.     You took it. âNot too shabby yourself.â     Beside you, yeonjun and soobin clapped for your victory.     âWe should probably go back soon,â Soobin said, showing the clock on his phone. It was nearly 8pm. Time sure flies when youâre having fun.     You all travelled back together. Turns out yeonjun and taehyun only lived a street away from soobin.     âSee you tomorrow,â taehyun and yeonjun waved goodbye as you parted ways, leaving you and soobin to go your way.     Neither of you said a thing to each other. And for reason you were having trouble thinking of a conversation starter, this hasnât happened before. Usually you and soobin had endless things to talk about. It didnât matter how stupid or unimaginable it was, the two of you never ran out of things to say.     âWhen you were a kid, did you ever pretend you were smoking in winter?â You said the first thing that came to mind, the cold air making your breath visible, helping to elaborate your question. You laughed at yourself, holding your fingers up in a peace sign, imagining a cigarette between them.     âYeah, when i was like 7.â     Okay, ouch.     Soobinâs answer was short, providing no further conversation. You pressed your lips together, stuffing your hands in your pockets as embarrassment crept up on you. So much for never feeling judged.     The rest of the night you didnât speak much. Every attempt you made just being shot down with one liners. Every time you showed soobin a funny video or meme, he gave little to no response. And eventually you gave up.     This continued to the following day. Sure, soobin was an introvert. You knew that. But heâs never ignored you to this extent. Was he getting sick of having you around everyday? If that was the case, he should just tell you, youâd give him all the space he needs.     You canât lie and say you werenât hurt by that thought. Your crush was ignoring you. That would have hurt anyone. And right now, you felt nothing more than a parasite in his home.     âCome on, we have to go meet the others,â the first words heâs said to you in hours.
   You followed quietly as soobin brought you to the diner. When you arrived, the others were already there. Yeonjun and taehyun, along with two new faces. Beomgyu and Huening Kai, you figured from previous conversations.     They sat at a semi-circle booth meant for four with two extra chairs at the end. One of which occupied by taehyun as the other three shared the banquette bench.     âSoobin! Y/n!â They waved.     Yeonjun sat at one of the ends and shifted when he spotted you enter. âY/n, i saved you a seat next to me,â he said smugly, smirking and cocking his head to the space beside him.     You rolled your eyes at his antics, lips curling upwards. Soobinâs expression remained hard, unbothered and unimpressed even. But you didnât question it, heâs been like that since yesterday. And frankly, youâve gotten sick of it. Might as well spend time with someone that actually wants your attention.     You got along well with the boys. You learnt that Kai and taehyun went to the same school and beomgyu had just graduated recently. Most of the time though, was spent whispering jokes between yeonjun and yourself. And at some point of the night, he had managed to sneak an around the back of the booth. On the other side, Beomgyu and Kai snickered to each other and eventually shook hands, some bet or deal you presumed.     All of a sudden you heard one of the chairs beside you shift. The feet scratching against the tiled floor. And the next thing you knew, soobin was walking out the door, the bell ringing behind him.     âWhereâs he going?â Kai asked.     âNo clue,â Beomgyu answered. Taehyun just shrugged. All your attentions still on the door that had already been shut.     âUm, ill go check on him,â you announced, running out of the diner after him. Sure, you and him werenât on good terms at the moment, but nontheless he was still your best friend, and a huge part of you still cared for him.     âSoobin, wait!â You called, but he kept walking.     âSoobin!â You tried again, chasing after him.     âStop right there choi soobin!â You yelled, your voice echoing through the empty street. The boys silhouette stood still. But never did he turn to look at you. âDont you dare take another step!â     Never once in five years have you ever felt intimidated by him. But with his large figure being illuminated by nothing but the dull, yellow street lights, you couldnât say that anymore. There was silence as you gathered your thoughts, making your way towards him. You had him right in front of you. Now what? You wanted soobin back. Your soobin.     âWhatâs going on with you?â Your feet stopped on their own accord, right behind the tall boy. âYouâve been acting strange.â     No answer.     âSoobin, donât ignore me!â You said again, desperation and annoyance laced in your tone.     âI donât know what you want me to say y/n,â he sighed, trying to keep his temper from exploding.     âI want a damn explanation, soobin,â anger from the previous day slowly consuming you. âDo you know how much of an asshole youâre being? God! I try to talk to you, but itâs just like iâm talking to a god damn wall! So, you can either tell me whatâs going on or Iâm on the next bus home tomorrow.â     No answer. But you could tell the last part hit him hard. He couldnât look at you. If he did, he was sure you would see the remorse and anger in his eyes. He hated that you were mad. He hated that you were yelling. But most of all he hated that he was the cause of it.    âYou asked me to come play girlfriend with you and i did,â you sighed, continuing when he started walking again. âI only did because,â swallowed the lump in your throat, âyouâre... youâre my best friend.â     Best friend.     âIâm your best friend... you can me anything, you know that.â You quoted his words.     âThereâs some things better left unsaid,â he offered before walking away again. âIâm sorry y/n.â     âNo!â You cried, stopping his tracks. âApology not accepted.â     You could see frustration building in soobin. His hand pinching his temple, his shoulders tensed as you spoke. âYou said youâd be by my side the whole time! But since the waterfall youâve barely talked to me! You leave me in situations on my own, youâre ignoring me and you randomly take off without a word. Youâre doing it right now! So, again, you can either tell me whatâs going on or-â     âItâs because i love you, okay!?â     Now it was your turn to stay silent.     Soobin let out a sigh, turning to face you. âIs that what you want to hear?! I love you, y/n!â His tone got softer, âI love you so much. For as long as i can remember knowing you. It hurts when I see you with other people. Especially people that so blatantly flirt with you in front of me. Youâre stunning, beautiful. Even a fool could see it. But youâre also so much more than that.     âYou were the only person that bothered to come talk to me the first day of school. Others probably viewed me as the weird, loser kid that sat alone during lunch. But you didnât. You were my first and only friend for years. Before i knew it, i had a crush on you. At first, i thought it was just a phase. But it wasnât, y/n. And now, im so hopelessly head over heels for you.     âI know, I havenât earned your heart. I never will. I could spend a million years worshiping you and still not earn it. Youâre my best friend, i know I shouldnât be feeling this way. I know youâre mad at me. And i know I donât deserve your forgiveness. But please... please, donât leave me.â     He sounded raw, real in a way youâve never heard before. When he was done, he was closely inspecting the road, afraid to look up. Chewing on his bottom lip nervously, waiting for your rejection.     âWhy didnât you tell me earlier?â You asked, keeping emotion from your voice.     He shrugged and laughed. âYouâre my best friend, I didnât want to lose you.â     You let one hand slide against his cheek, resting your palm there. âYou wouldnât have.â     âWha-â     âI love you too, you doofus.â     You felt the pull of a muscle as his lips twitched. âReally?â     âYes. Really. For as long as i can remember.â     Soobin, your best friend â now, boyfriend â pulled you into his arms. âI love you, y/f/n. And Iâm so sorry for the way Iâve been. What can i say to make you forgive me?â     âWords only mean so much. Actions speak louder, donât you agree?â     âI do.â     He lowered his head and brushed his lips against yours.     âAm i forgiven?â He asked rhetorically.     You laugh. âOnly because i love you.â     âYes! I told you so!â You turned and saw Kai yelling and celebrating, pointing fingers at beomgyu. Taehyun and yeonjun shaking their heads in disappointment.     What a crazy group of friends they were.
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Out of our heads Out of our minds
So evil writer brain decided to cook up and incredibly toxic kitty fic because apparently I'm a terrible person lol. Blame @ilikebooks8 for letting this see the light of day.
The title is based on the song Out of this world by Bush.
Cw: slightly nsfw, violence, cheating, incredibly toxic behavior, beloved characters making bad choices, and implied sex.
Kit returns.
He returns to Ty with the same dazzling smile and charming witt, only now he seems to have grown even more impossibly beautiful as time has passed.
Now he's all hard lines and defined muscles and piercing sinful blue eyes that make Ty so angry he could scream.
Kit laughs and Ty wants to tear his insides out. Wants to rip Kit's heart right out if his chest just like he did to Ty. The painful gnawing rage of a betrayal that still stings after all this time. And yet still, Ty heard Kit was in danger and he came running like a man obsessed.
Ty knows deep down now matter how angry he is, he could never let anything happen to Kit. Nothing permanent anyways. Sometimes when the ache becomes to difficult to bare, Ty imagines punching that stupid smirk right off of his face. Or choking him hard enough to leave bruises. Of course Ty would never actually do such a thing. The sight of Kit in pain, any sort of pain is just too unbearable.
And that's the worst part. No matter how angry Ty gets he knows it can't last. And no matter how painful it is to be near Kit again, he still feels this unexplainable pull. This whispering in his ear to get closer and closer. To reach out and touch.
But it's stupid, and it's wrong anyways because Ty already has someone. Anush who was by his side the whole time at the scholomance and has never betrayed him. Anush who is sweet and thoughtful and gorgeous. Ty should be happy. After all, wasn't this what he always wanted? Someone to be there for him?
So he tried to distract himself from Kit by throwing himself into spending time with Anush and working the case. That's all Kit was now, just the latest problem to solve. A supernatural disaster. They would save him and stop the oncoming war and everything would be fine.
And then Kit would be gone. Blind panic teared at Ty's insides at the thought. There were these moments with Kit where they would make eye contact, or they would bump into each other in the kitchen and their fingers would brush and Ty would just desperately want to wrap Kit in his arms again.
He wanted to ask if Kit had really meant what he said that day on the beach. Sometimes when Kit stared at him with that soft sad smile on his face Ty wondered if they were going through similar things. Sometimes Ty wanted to tell him that he wished he had never met Kit either.
Kit Herondale was dangerous and unpredictable and loving him was like holding a live wire. But funnily enough the same could probably be said about Ty. Especially lately.
He felt like he was constantly in pain. Like his body ached with invisible wounds that made it impossible to breathe. The world was brutal and unforgiving, berating him with constant noise and blinding lights jabbing hot pokers into his brain. And the people with their sickly sweet smiles as they demanded he bare his soul.
But what if there was nothing left anymore? What if his soul had died with Livvy? Ty tried to cling onto the things that made him feel better. He hid away in his favorite spot, listening to his favorite music and pouring over Sherlock. Repeating the words to himself over and over again like they could pull him out of this tailspin. Ty distracted himself with Anush's sweet kisses and wandering hands as he tried to turn his brain off for once in his life.
But his soul was screaming out for another person to be the one touching him. He wanted Kit and that was infuriating. It made no logical sense. Not only was Kit responsible for breaking his heart but he also was notorious for playing fast and loose with his own life. Ty couldn't spend all his time constantly feeling like his heart was living outside of his body. Constantly in danger of being ripped open by some dark and evil thing.
Ty had everything he thought he wanted. But it still wasnt enough.
During another sleepless night, Ty found himself wandering the institutes halls. At this point he was simply just overtired. Too many nights spent worrying or studying or reading instead of sleeping. Now his body doesn't remember how to rest. Ty was far too exhausted to operate on logic or reason so he found himself standing outside of Kit's door, wondering absentmindedly how he got there.
Ty placed his hand against the door, fighting the urge to open it and walk through. He can remember the first time he waited outside of Kit's door, just like it was yesterday. He had no idea at the time why he was so drawn to the mysterious boy who had shown up at the institute after Ty had threatened him with a knife. The boy who turned out to be a lost Herondale. And honestly after all of this time Ty still couldn't explain it.
This is a bad idea, He thought to himself as he slowly turned the doorknob. This is a terrible idea. Ty, driven by pure need like fire under his skin, pushed the door open.
Kit was awake as Ty suspected he would be, sitting by the window and staring out into the night sky. Under the moonlight he was glowing. He turned around to stare at Ty, first with a look of shock, and then that same hallow desperation Ty had been seeing on Kit's face lately.
He also looked angry.
"What the hell are you doing in here Ty?" He sounded exhausted. Ty almost felt guilty in a sense. He stared at Kit for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"I don't know," he whispered, staring at the ground. "I suppose I was compelled." Ty let his gaze slowly rise up Kit's body, drinking it in.
Kit scoffed harshly. "Compelled? By what exactly, Tiberius?"
Ty looked up at Kit's face in surprise. He rarely called Ty by his full name. Ty really didn't like how it felt. Cold and distant. Ty sighed, pushing his fingertips against his collarbone and tracing it slightly.
"I don't know. I guess I just needed to know. I need to know why you left me." Ty tried not to let himself sound desperate or weak, but he had become worn down by this point. He couldn't keep up his defenses much longer.
"Why didn't you want me?" He muttered. "Why wasn't I good enough?"
And there it was. The painful truth that Ty had been avoiding. The fact that Kit had tossed him aside just like so many had before. Like Paige. Like his father. He had always tried so hard to make people happy. To live up to their expectations. But in the end it didn't matter how hard he tried, sometimes there was just no pleasing certain people.
Sometimes it seemed like there was no point in being good and following the rules if nothing ever changed. If Ty always ended up in the same place. If people always saw him as a problem or an inconvenience or worse, then he could just live up to their expectations. Be selfish and cold and cruel because no amount of begging and smiling was going to earn him respect.
Kit glared at him in shock. "Who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here to play mind games with me?" Before Ty could register what was happening, Kit was storming towards him and shoving him up against the wall with a loud thunk.
The feeling of Kit touching him again after all this time was dizzying. Kit was shorter then him so he needed to crane his neck a little to look up at Ty, which meant that his throat was completely exposed for Ty to stare at.
"I told you how I felt and you did nothing! You ignored me!" Kit cried. "I wanted you more then I've ever wanted anything Ty! I still do!" Tears were streaming down his face. Ty stared at Kit, completely frozen. His wrists were pinned to the wall by Kit's hands and their faces were inches apart.
Ty struggled to collect himself. "I didn't know what was going on," he gasped out shakily. "I was a mess Kit. I just had to get her back. But-." He cut himself off. It was all for nothing. Ty had lost Livvy in the end and he had lost Kit as well.
Ty shook his head. "Does this mean that you love me?" His voice sounded so far away. Like the words were being pulled from some unexpected place within him. Kit let out a soft gasp and squeezed his eyes shut before fixing his expression into a blank slate. He leaned forward slightly so that their lips were just barely touching, then gently trailed his mouth across Ty's cheek to his ear.
Ty felt him smirk slightly before Kit whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep Ty. Go back to your boyfriend."
And before Ty had time to think, he was lashing out. He shoved Kit backwards as hard as he could with a snarl. Kit went flying across the room and slammed into the opposite wall. If Kit had been human it probably would have knocked him out. Ty stared in horror at what he had done as Kit clutched his ribs and groaned.
"You seriously have some anger management issues!" Kit snapped at him, glaring pointedly. Ty knew that. When he was younger he used to have fits of uncontrollable rage all the time. Words didnt come easily to him so he would hit, scratch, bite or throw whatever was closest to make people realize he was in pain. When he wanted to say "don't touch me" or "you hurt my feelings" but he just could make the words form properly, he would get angry. And then he would lash out.
Ty thought he had been getting better at managing his emotions and communicating. But there was something about Kit Herondale that just evaporated every last bit of logic and reason he had until all that was left was the urge to scream.
Ty gaped in shock, searching for the right thing to say. "By the angel Kit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that I swear!" He pleaded. His fingers were beginning to shake and flutter at his sides. He tapped desperately against his thigh, scratching at the material of his sweatpants to try and calm himself down.
Kit just shook his head and laughed humourlessly. "Honestly Ty, we should just tell the Seelie Queen not to worry. And Janus, and all the other people who want the first heir dead. You'll destroy me just fine on your own." He gaze was piercing and ruthless.
Ty's breathing was frantic and erratic as he shook in agony. He could feel he was on the urge of a meltdown.
Kit pulled himself to his feet. He stared at Ty longingly and then smiled slightly. A genuine smile. "But honestly what a way to go. Does that answer your question sweetheart?"
Ty gasped soundlessly, his hands shaking at his sides. He fought to get a hold of himself. Kit studied Ty for a moment, then slowly began to approach him.
"Why are you here Ty? Why did you come here exactly?" Kit was speaking in a soft lulling voice as if he was trying to hypnotize Ty.
"I'm here because I miss you," Ty admitted. "It's confusing. Because I'm still mad at you. But I can't stop thinking about you." Ty felt as though he was close to crying, which was concerning because he rarely ever cried.
Only for Kit.
Kit scowled at him slightly. "You're with someone else, remember?"
Guilt instantly pierced through Ty's chest. "Yeah I know, I'm a terrible person," he said bitterly. He didn't want to admit to himself that he had been trying this whole time to distract himself from Kit. That he was using Anush. But that was technically true. Ty saw the opportunity to lose himself in a pretty boy with an honest smile who loved him wholeheartedly.
Ty thought he could forget but then here he was. All roads led to Kit Herondale.
Kit sighed and reached for Ty, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. "You arent terrible. You're spiraling. And you come to me like I can save you from yourself? Please," Kit chuckled. "I can barely save myself."
"I don't need you to save me."
Kit stared at him with an expression that was hard to place. Then he smiled, but it wasnt a kind smile. It was a satisfied, knowing smirk. Kit traced his thumb under Ty's chin then back up to his lips, forcing them to part slightly.
"You think I don't know why you're here love?" He cooed in a voice that was both soothing and alluring. You think I don't know what you're after?" Kit sighed, sounding a little worn down. "If I was a better person, a stronger person. I would tell you to leave." He dipped his hands down underneath Ty's shirt.
Ty shivered at the cold feeling against his skin. He dropped his forhead down to lean against Kit's, revealing in the contact. "Lucky for you," Kit whispered against his lips, "I'm not."
Ty felt the last string of his self control snap as he kissed Kit roughly, grabbing onto his torso and pulling him closer. Kit responded to the kiss eagerly, parting his lips for Ty and laughing deliriously as their lips met again and again.
Kit was tearing off Ty's shirt as he walked him backwards, closer to the bed. As soon as he had slid it off if Ty's body, Kit tossed the shirt aside and went back to kissing him. Ty felt his knees hit the bed frame and he fell backwards onto the soft welcoming mattress, pulling Kit down with him.
Kit kissed a line down Ty's neck to his pulse point and Ty groaned, burying his fingers in Kit's curls. He was lost in a sea of pure desperation.
"Tell me to stop," Kit whispered between kisses. Ty froze for a moment. Then he understood.
Kit was giving him an out.
Ty responded by pulling Kit even closer and letting his head fall back against the pillows.
He closed his eyes and let Kit Herondale ruin him.
The morning after was the hardest. Ty pulled himself from Kit's arms and forced himself not to look back.
And that was when he finally cried.
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WHAT THE HELL FAE! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS OMG đ
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Vote For My Next Story
I'll try to keep this short. YOU&ME has ended, and it was a big part of the last few years of my life (along with AM Conversations). It'll probably always be my favorite and best story but that doesnt mean i want to stop writing.
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1- UNPREDICTABLE
They haven't seen each other since high school and they hadn't missed each other at all. In fact, they never really could stand each other. Her, a bit of a rebel, listening to punk music, searching for trouble whenever she could... and him, the good boy, popular and loved by everyone, who could rarely be seen without his guitar. It's been a few years already but not many things had changed and they still didn't have anything in common... except one thing. Both of them aspired to become famous with their music. With a twist of fate, they end up in each other's lives again and if they can put aside their resentment for one another, maybe they could bring something incredibly precious to each other. But nothing has ever been uncertain.
This is the story of two opposite persons who share a burning passion that may slowly bring them closer... or make the hatred they already feel for each other even more intense.
2- D.N.A. (daddies now available)
The test was positive. I was pregnant. The problem was, I didnât know who the father was. It could be my ex boyfriend Liam, his best friend Niall or my best friend Louis. Or maybe it could be that boy I randomly had sex with, Harry... I had no idea and I was not going to find out soon.ž
All I knew was I had to tell four boys that there was a possibility for them to be a daddy in less than a year. Can you just imagine their reaction?
Contrary to all expectations, they accepted their fates.. somehow. And no matter who his daddy was, âlittle humanâ was going to get a lot of attention from a lot of men. Exactly like me.
This is my pregnancy story. And it was just the beginning of a long journey.
3- MEANT TO BE
When they first met, Louis was all *MAIN GIRL* ever wanted. However, a decade later the high school sweethearts had change and she felt like most of the sparkles she once had were now gone. Then she met Niall and it clicked instantly and intensely and since then, theyâve been seeing each other in secret, lying to their whole entourage about the nature of their relationship. Feelings started to grow, things started to change, and maybe, just maybe, itâs meant to be. Or maybe not.
A tale of broken hearts, unforgettable love and many⊠way too many lies.
4- LIVING WITH LOUIS TOMLINSON
Call me Queen Catastrophe. I lost my job, my boyfriend, my best girl friend and my apartment on the same day. Just a little friday afternoon like all the others, right?
Thank god, my best friend Louis was there to save the day. Nothing unusual. I was supposed to crash at his apartment for one night and then walk on my pride and go back to my parents to admit how much of a failure I really am.
However, Louis had other plans : he wanted me to move in with him. Thatâs when my story really starts. Mutual feelings, drunken sex, grocery shopping, fights that end up with porcelain thrown around the kitchen (Iâm an intense person, I know) but most of all, his best guy friend stealing his (our, now) couch at least 5 nights a week.
I despise Niall Horan with all my heart. Him and his stupid charm, his flirty smile and his hands that always ended up in places they shouldnât. He was threatening to come between Louis and I. He was slowly taking more space in our apartment⊠and in my heart.
Fuck, I hate Niall Horan with a passion.
5- FOR YOUR LOVE
After months of trying to get pregnant, Niall and his long-time girlfriend found out she was sterile. The news obviously shook their relationship and sparked a few arguments but after a long discussion, they found only one solution : hire a surrogate mother. As days go by, Niall's relationship gets harder and harder to save, and his connection with the surrogate mother of his child becomes tighter. Soon, he gets caught in feelings he can't explain and definitely can't understand. But life is not as easy as just following your feelings.
A story of unsettling feelings, confusing relationships, a deep and strong connection but mostly, decisions impossible to make. Can this really end well?
6- DATING FOR DUMMIES
*MAIN GIRL* has tried blind dates, dating apps, and speed dating to find her soulmate with no good result. Niall has tried pretty much the same without much more success. With all the bizarre, creepy and incompatible persons they meet, they're so close to give up on love until they meet each other through a friend. After a bottle of wine and a long discussion, they start thinking that maybe they were the problem, and that they're too dumb for dating. That's when they decide to make a list of what they individually want and need on a first date and finally decide to try it together. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and they will both realize that feelings can't be controlled.
When all else fails, the solution will always be to follow your heart.
7- THE BREAK-UP PLAN
*MAIN GIRL* and Niall's relationship had started when they had barely entered their teenager years. Now, over 10 years later, they feel like something is missing. They didn't know anything else besides each other and it had to change. They still planned on spending forever together but their lack of experiences and mistakes seemed to be an obstacle between them.
They agreed on  break that was not really a break. for six whole months, they would be able to do whatever they wanted to do with whoever they wanted to. Going to parties, leaving for a whole weekend with friends without giving any news, dating and even screwing whoever they wanted, nothing was out of reach.
They only had one rule : honesty. Every friday night, they'd meet and spend the whole night together, talking, making out or just cuddling until they'd fall asleep, to make sure their love was preserved.
Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and seeing the person you love the most in the world be happy without you is something almost impossible to accept.
A story about angry tears, painful jealousy, sweet sweet revenge and realizing who your real soulmate is. Watch out, it's gonna hurt.
8- HOT MESS
*MAIN GIRL* has always been a bit of a rebel who didn't really care about much. She just enjoyed life the way she wanted to and never really paid attention to anything else. If she wanted something, she did everything she could to get it, no matter who she'd hurt in the process. After a few years away from her hometown, family and friends, she finally comes back to realize that a lot of things have changed. Jumping in her twin brother Liam's life without being invited, she's about to make a mess of everything he had made so much effort to build by flirting with every single one of his friends without any shame. She's not looking for a relationship, she's just looking to have some fun and break a few hearts... but perhaps, she's about to make a mess of her own heart.
Sometimes, you play the game and some other very rare times, the game plays you.
9- 15 Complicated Rules
I have no idea how I got into this mess but somehow, I ended up with 4 different fuck buddies. I thought I was going crazy until I made a strict schedule of the days and time I would see them, and wrote down a few rules I had to respect myself. A useful guide to manege my 4 fuck friends. Monday for my ex boyfriend, tuesday for my co-worker, wednesday for my old best friend and thursday for a family friend. It could work, right?
I've never been much of an organised person but I honestly thought I could make this work. Everything went as planned for a few months until I broke one rule after the other. That's when I knew I was in deep shit. These are my 15 complicated rules to have fuck buddies. And this is the story of my downfall and the incredible mess I put myself into. After all, rule 15 was 'Never Fall In Love' and I guess that's something I couldn't control, even if I wanted to.
10- DISCONNECTED
When *MAIN GIRL* switches college to finally follow her dreams, she was ready to face anything and everything that would come her way. After all, she had been through so much already, right? The problem was, she didn't expect to be stuck in a room with someone who gets on her last nerves because of a paperwork mistake. Despite trying to find an other place to live or spend her time talking to the administration, she had to face the fact that this situation wouldn't change for a few months. Niall knew how to piss her off and he clearly abused that superpower, doing anything and everything he can to annoy the most pretentious and stuck-up person he had ever met. Perhaps fate is having a good laugh, because they seem to get stuck together way more often than not, but it's not until they let down their defense that they will see who the other really is... if that ever happens.
Apparently, some people are in your life to teach you something and make you grow. Perhaps, if you take the time to listen to them and open up to them, your karmic soulmate can turn into your twin flame... or not.
11- NEW ANGEL
When *MAIN GIRL 1* breaks up with Niall, he takes it harder than he thought he would, realizing in the process all the feelings he had for her. After a few weeks locked by himself in his room, his friends take him out on a crazy night and he decides he needs someone else, if only to get over the girl he loves. Thatâs when he meets *MAIN GIRL 2* and bring her back home. Â However, on the next morning, he realizes he doesn't want her to leave, and that despite the feelings he has for *main girl 1*, he could definitely develop something with *main girl 2*. Everything is going amazingly well for a few weeks until what Niall never thought would happen actually happens : *main girl 1* calls him to tell him she regrets leaving him. Now confused and stressed, Niall is going to have to make a choice between the girl he thought he'd spend his life with, and a girl he just met that makes his heart race. And he's going to get help on his journey from someone he would never have thought of.
A story about making choices, creating connections, messy hearts and confusing emotions.
(i have many ideas for this one but i dont want to give everything away!)
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Robert Week 2020 Day 3: Family A family dinner goes awry when revelations about the Sugden brothers' past come to light.
FYI, this is set in a slightly AU version of husbands era where Andy returned at some point and is living in Emmerdale again (I brought Adam back too, because why not).
Also, this fic refers to an old storyline that I must have watched but have no real memory of, considering how long ago it aired. So I've had to rely on gifsets and the Emmerdale Wiki, which you can see here:
https://emmerdale.fandom.com/wiki/Stephen_Butler https://isabellaofparma.tumblr.com/post/176241877331 https://robsugdens.tumblr.com/post/176241303211/i-didnt-have-it-easy
On a warm Saturday evening in August, the Sugdens and their other halves all gather round Dianeâs table for their tea. Family time still isnât a particularly common occurrence for them, but Diane and Victoria insist on it every now and then, and they mostly manage to get through the odd meal without any drama these days.
So as Aaron sits in his usual spot next to Robert and Seb, he doesnât expect much more from the next couple of hours than some small talk with his in-laws over homemade shepherdâs pie and apple crumble.
Andy and Victoria are both in a nostalgic mood, it seems, tossing childhood memories back and forth as they eat. Nothing too heavy, thankfully, just funny â mostly farming-related â anecdotes from their youth.
At least, Andy, Vic, Diane and Doug seem to find them funny. Adam smiles and laughs easily along with them, but Aaronâs mostly left nonplussed. Honestly, the only thing getting him through it is the eye roll and small kill-me-now grin Robert shoots him whenever they catch each otherâs eye. Aaronâs husband is clearly just as bored by the farm talk as he is, only chiming in when someone addresses him directly.
How many stories can you possibly tell about runaway cows, anyway?
As the first hour drags by and some of them start helping themselves to seconds, talk turns to Butlers farm and how the Sugdens had come to take it over back in the day.
âWho were the actual Butlers, anyway?â Adam asks, shovelling a forkful of mashed potato in his mouth. âDonât think my mum ever said when we moved in there.â
âJust a bloke who was getting too old to keep up with things,â Andy replies with a shrug. âWill or Wilf, I think. And he had a son, too, about our age, right Rob?â
Robert nods as he wipes Sebâs mouth (heâs going through an incredibly messy phase of insisting on feeding himself) but doesnât add anything.
âDrawing a blank on his name, though â â
âSteve,â Robert interrupts quietly, turning back to his plate.
âOh yeah, thatâs it,â Andy snaps his fingers as the memory comes back to him. âSteve⊠dunno what happened to him. We were mates for a bit but he moved away in the end. Weâd fallen out, canât remember why but â â
Robertâs scoff cuts Andy off. Everyone pauses and turns to him as he finally lifts his head to stare at a confused-looking Andy.
âWhat?â
âAre you kidding me?â Robert asks incredulously.
Victoria tenses and glances warily between the two of them. âWhatâs the matter, Robert?â
âYeah, whatâs your problem?â Andy says with a frown.
âYou seriously donât remember what happened with Steve?â
âNo⊠â Andyâs bewilderment is quickly turning to annoyance. âWho cares, it was like, a million years ago. Do you remember everyone you fell out with when we were kids? Saying that, itâd be a pretty long list for you, wouldnât it?â
âBoys, come on now,â Doug rumbles quietly. âLetâs not spoil the evening.â
Robert stays silent, but Aaron can see heâs biting the inside of his jaw. A telltale sign that heâs upset but trying to keep it together. He rests a hand on Robert's tense thigh under the table, ready to jump in to his defence if needed.
âWell, share with the class,â Andy drawls, ignoring Dougâs words with the beginnings of a smirk. Aaron has no idea what this is about, but he wants to punch it off his face. âWhat was it, then?â
Robert hesitates, eyes darting to Seb â whoâs thankfully still oblivious to the tension â before shaking his head and stabbing at his food with his fork.
âWhat, nothinâ to say?â
âNo.â
âMaybe we should just change the â â Diane begins, but Andy speaks over her.
âNo, come on, heâs started now. Spit it out, Rob, whatever it is that's got your back up.â
âI said no.â
No one else at the table would have caught it, but Aaron hears the wobble in Robertâs voice. He tightens the hand on his husband's thigh, trying to keep him calm, remind him that he's not alone at the table.
âWhat dâyou bring it up for, then?â Andy isnât taking no for an answer, apparently, and heâs starting to get on Aaronâs last nerve. Â âGod, you always do this, always have to turn everything into some big drama, don't you? Come on, what was it that was so bad that â â
âYou found out Steve was gay,â Robert cuts Andy off, voice low but unmistakably clear.
Silence rings over the table as everyone freezes on the spot. Adamâs fork hovers in the air for a moment, before he sets it back on the plate with a clatter.
âOr, you heard rumours that he was gay, from that Ali kid. I dunno if he actually was, but that was good enough for you. You heard the rumours, you believed them â started passing them on to other people too, if I remember right â and after that, you wanted nothing to do with him.â
Aaronâs heart is thumping loudly in his chest, a familiar anger and defensiveness â for Robert, for himself, for this Steve kid â surging through him like wildfire. He watches Andy open his mouth uncertainly before closing it again, the irritation vanished from his face and replaced with shock. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.
âI asked you what the big deal was, why you cared so much if Steve was gay,â Robert continues with an air of apparent nonchalance, though Aaron knows better than to fall for the act, he knows Robert's fuming. Hurting.
âYou said he shouldnât have kept it hidden from everyone, you had a right to know what sort of person youâd been hanging out with. You were also very keen to make sure everyone else knew that just because youâd spent time with him, that didnât make you âqueerâ, as you put it.â
Diane and Doug both look on uncomfortably, while Victoria brings a hand to her mouth in shock.
âAndy, you didnât⊠â she whispers with wide eyes. Adam lays a hand on her shoulder, looking almost as taken aback by the situation as her.
âI⊠â Andy flounders helplessly, head whipping to his sister then back to Robert.
âSteve ended up moving away from the village in the end,â Robert finishes, pushing his plate away and tossing his napkin on to the table. âI guess all the shit he got over it â the name-calling and bullying â became too much for him to cope with, so he got the hell out of there. And no one ever mentioned him again.â
âRobert⊠â
âAny of this ringing any bells for you, Andy?â
Andy gulps loudly before giving the slightest of nods.
âI â I forgot.â
âThatâs nice for you,â Robert lets out a hollow laugh, before abruptly pushing his chair back with a loud scrape. âSorry Diane, dinnerâs been great but I donât really fancy pudding. Lost my appetite.â
He scoops Seb out of his high chair and strides out of the room with a backward glance. Aaron rises quickly, muttering his thanks to Diane for the meal and following him, only stopping to throw a hard glare back in Andyâs direction. When Andyâs eyes meet his, he cringes and shrinks back in his seat.
Good.
*
âSâbeen a while since Iâve sat in on some proper Sugden drama,â Aaron say lightly, passing Robert a brew and Seb his sippy cup of juice.
Robert lets out a small huff but doesnât speak, silently watching Seb playing with his toy cars on the rug. He hasnât said much of anything since they left Dianeâs and Aaron hasnât pushed him. Not until now, anyway.
Careful not to spill their teas, he sinks onto the sofa and nudges Robert gently, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. Robert glances at him before sighing heavily.
âProbably gonna get an earful off Diane later,â he eventually mutters. âCausinâ a scene, spoiling a family meal again.â
âSomehow I donât think sheâll blame you for this one. And if she does, sheâll have me to deal with.â
That gets him a tiny smile, at least.
âGonna tell her off, are you?â
âI ainât scared of her.â
Robert chuckles and leans into him, taking a slow sip of his tea. They sit in companionable silence for a few moments, before Robert begins to speak.
âI know Andy doesnât have a problem with me, with you and me. I know he doesnât think like that anymore, I wouldnât speak to him if he did,â he says quietly. âWe were just kids, and kids can be idiots, I get it. Itâs just â itâs the fact that he didnât even remember. To him it was clearly just a stupid bit of teenage drama, it didnât mean anything. He probably never even gave it a second thought after Steve was gone. Whereas I⊠â
Robert trails off, blinking rapidly and looking frustrated. Aaron reaches over to lace their fingers together, squeezing gently. Â As out and proud as his husband is now, it's still difficult for him to talk about his sexuality sometimes, about all the time he spent in hiding it.
âThat day,â Robert eventually continues. âWhen Andy said all that stuff about not wanting to hang out with Steve anymore, I thought I was gonna be sick there and then. The way he acted like it was the most disgusting thing heâd ever heard⊠I donât think I got a wink of sleep that night. I just lay there in bed, picturing Andyâs face if he ever found out about â about me. If he knew what Dad knew.â
He sets his mug down and pinches the bridge of his nose.
âIt wasnât like Iâd been about to come out or anything, this was a couple of years after Dad⊠you know.â
Aaron nods wordlessly, feeling the hatred heâd carried for Jack Sugden ever since he learnt about that day bubble rapidly to the surface.
âIâd already buried the fact that I liked boys, I'd decided I was just gonna pretend it wasnât there. But â but hearing Andy say all that stuff about Steve, the way he reacted to even the possibility that his mate was⊠It was like like the final nail in the coffin, yâknow?â Robertâs bottom lip wobbles as he shakes his head, sounding so resigned.
âI knew then, that I could never tell him. Or my friends, or anyone in this stupid village. Any hope Iâd had, deep down, that being myself might be... I donât know, not accepted but⊠tolerated, maybe? It pretty much died that day.â
Sometimes, Aaron is reminded of just how drastically things in Emmerdale have changed in recent times. His adolescence and Robertâs were only a few years apart; on paper the time seems like nothing. But the reality is that in terms of mindset and attitude, things couldnât have been more different for the two of them.
He remembers the fear, the absolute terror of others finding out the truth about him all too well. But once he was out, once the dust settled and everyone knew⊠apart from the odd snide comment from some tosser he didnât even know, people were fine with it. His family, Victoria, Adam, Ryan, Holly⊠none of them cared, no one saw him any differently. If anything, he became closer to nearly every person around him.
The fact that Robert not only believed that the opposite would happen to him, but basically had actual confirmation of it played out right before his eyes, breaks Aaron's heart.
He puts down his own mug so he can pull Robert into him and tuck him under his chin, Robertâs arms circling his waist as he buries his face into Aaron's chest.
âI love you,â he murmurs into his husbandâs hair, hands stroking softly. âYou deserved better.â
Robert clutches him tighter.
*
Later that night, Adam texts him while Robertâs in the shower.
so that was fun
Aaron readjusts a sleepy Seb in his lap so he can reply.
What happened after we left? Andy say anything?
not much. diane and vic gave him an earful, he left pretty sharpish. looked proper ashamed of himself too. vicâs been going spare ever since, iâve had to stop her from going to yours 3 times. u both ok?
Weâre fine. Tell Vic that Robâs alright, Iâve got him
will do. night mate
*
âWell, youâve got balls, Iâll give you that.â Is the only thing Aaron says when he opens the front door to Andy the next morning, folding his arms across his chest.
Andy shuffles awkwardly on the welcome mat, a hand coming up to scratch his bushy beard.
âIs Robert here?â
âYes.â
He doesnât step aside to let Andy in. When Andy realises that Aaron isnât budging, he sighs heavily, shoulders slumped.
âLook Aaron, I uh⊠â He clears his throat. âIâm sorry."
âNot me you need to apologise to.â
âNo, I know, but I just wanted to say that I was a right idiot back then, really stupid. Ignorant. And Iâm â Iâm not proud of it, but I donât want you thinking Iâm still like that because â â
âI donât think youâre like that,â Aaron cuts him off.
ââŠYeah?â
âYou wouldnât still be standing here if I did.â
Andy pauses and blinks, face twisting nervously.
âRight, well uh⊠good, Iâm glad. So⊠can IâŠ?â He gestures to the inside of the house.
âWait here.â
He closes the door in Andyâs face (not exactly necessary, but he takes some petty pleasure in it) and walks through the living room to the back door, stepping out into bright sunshine and the sound of splashing and laughter.
Sebâs playing in his paddling pool in the garden, happy as a clam, while Robert sprawls on the grass beside it, occasionally passing him one of the bath toys theyâd brought down to the garden. The front of his t-shirt is absolutely drenched.
âAlright?â He asks as Aaron approaches.
âAndyâs here. Asking for you.â
Robert stiffens, grin dropping off his face.
âWant me to send him packing?â
Thereâs a long pause, before Robert sighs and shakes his head. âNo⊠suppose he can come through.â
Aaron returns to the front door and beckons Andy, leading him to the back garden.
âAndy!â Seb cries when he spots them. âPool!â
âWow, look at this!â Andy calls as he steps closer. For all his and Robert's issues, he adores Seb. âYou havinâ fun, mate?â
Seb nods vigorously, his damp sunhat bouncing on his head as he smacks his hands into the water. Robert tilts his head up to stare at Andy.
âAlright?â Andy tries for a hopeful smile, which Robert doesnât return, instead refocusing his gaze on Seb.
âCan we have a quick chat?â
Robert passes Seb a rubber duck.
âRob, come on,â Andy pleads, looking down at him imploringly.
Robert rolls his eyes, before pushing himself up and wiping his palms on his shorts.
âCan you â ?â He asks Aaron, gesturing to Seb.
âCourse.â Aaron gives Robertâs wrist a brief squeeze as he passes him, before settling down next to the paddling pool, flicking some water in Sebâs face to make him laugh.
As he plays with his son, he keeps an eye on the two brothers, watching as they walk to the deckchairs at other end of the garden, sitting sideways on them so theyâre facing each other.
Aaron canât make out exactly whatâs being said, not over the sound of Sebâs splashing and yelling, but neither of them look angry, which is a good sign. He just hopes Jackâs name doesnât come up, otherwise that could all change in a heartbeat.
Andyâs doing most of the talking, elbows resting on his bouncing knees as he leans towards Robert. The expression on his face is uncomfortable but earnest, as he offers what is clearly an apology â Aaron doesnât need to hear them to know that much. It makes a change; Aaronâs never known anyone so keen to deny any wrongdoing as Andy Sugden â especially when it comes to Robert and their childhood.
Robert keeps his face blank, sitting ramrod straight and staring somewhere past Andyâs shoulder as he listens. But as Andy continues speaking, his face begins softens a little and he eventually begins talking back quietly. Andy fidgets and looks down, but he doesnât interrupt except to nod occasionally, replying only when Robert finishes speaking. Itâs probably the most the Sugden brothers have communicated in years.
Aaron wishes he could lipread. Or that he had a slightly quieter child.
âDaddy!â Seb cries for his attention, hitting him in the chest with a plastic bucket.
âOh, sorry mate, did you want a shower?â He fills the bucket with water and tips it all over Sebâs head until every inch of him is dripping, causing him to shriek loudly.
âThatâs what you get,â Aaron laughs at the indignant expression on his sonâs face, before glancing up to see Robert and Andy have stopped talking in favour of watching the scene fondly.
Andy stands and stretches. âI should get going, then,â he says to Robert, who stands to follow him.
âStay for a bit if you like? Weâve got lemonade in the fridge, lots of ice.â
âNah, youâre alright. Iâm taking Sarah shopping soon,â he claps Robert on the shoulder. âAnother time, though?â
âOkay, yeah.â
âIâll see myself out.â Andy leans down to tickle Seb under the chin. âEnjoy your pool, Seb.â
He starts walking across the grass, before pausing and turning back to them.
âRob?â
âYeah?â
âYou â youâre my brother,â Andy chews his lip, looking serious. âMy family. Familyâs supposed to rely on each other, and I made you feel like you couldnât. I really am sorry.â
Thereâs a long silence as Robert stares at him, unmoving. For a moment, Aaron thinks he isnât going to say anything back, and then â
âSâokay, Andy. Itâs forgotten.â
âOkay,â Andy nods, sounding relieved. âOh, and please let Vic know that Iâve spoken to you, will you? Before she castrates me.â
Robertâs mouth twitches. âCanât have that. Iâll let her know.â
âCheers. See you, Rob. Aaron.â
Andy takes his leave, shoving his hands in his pockets and disappearing around the corner of the house.
Robert sinks down onto the grass next to Aaron and lets out a long breath.
âOkay?â Aaron asks.
âYeah.â
âYou sure?â
Robert smiles and presses a kiss to the side of his head. âIâm fine. We talked, it was good.â
Thatâs probably the most Aaronâs going to get out of him, for now at least, so he smiles back and snakes an arm around his waist. If Robertâs good, then heâs good.
âDâyou want me to get the drinks from the â hey!â Robert splutters when heâs cut off by Seb chucking a bucketful of water in his face, giggling madly when he hits his target with impressive accuracy.
âGood aim, kid,â Aaron grins, ruffling Sebâs soaked hair.
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DEADLY DANCE:
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Story Summary: Korra Kuruk is an eighteen year old agent of The Air Temple Agency that has been tasked with bringing a rival companyâs top teen agent to justice for her crimes. Korra, code name Water Tribe, must figure out what the true identity of the elusive Metal Bender is and what ïżŒheinous acts her villainous ïżŒagency is currently planning. ïżŒHow will Korra handle finding out her target is the one person she least expected and what will she do when that same person needs saving?
Deadly Dance : Chapter One : Little Miss Perfect
Kuvira shut her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath through her nose until it filled every inch of her lungs. She slowly let it out once she couldnât take in any more oxygen and opened her eyes with new determination, deep breath centering her thoughts and calming any nerves that might be lingering. She could feel the whole roomâs eyes on her, whole class practically on the edge of their seats as they watched her prepare for the final part of the combination. Kuvira smirked, an evil, sly smirk that would have easily given away her true personality if any of her peers were actually that observant. Fortunately, they were all far to enthralled with her movement, eyes widening as she extended her arms and raised her head. A beat, and she was off, turning and waltzing like she was floating through the air as the music rose in volume. She could feel the sweat running down the sides if her face, causing her skin to itch, but she couldnât care less, she was electric right now, practically on fire as she completed all the steps without a hitch. Her face never broke from the innocent and vulnerable look of the character she was playing. Her limbs were long and free, passion practically seeping from every pore as the combination came to a close. She ended the fouettĂ© sequence flawlessly, face refusing to show how increasingly uncomfortable her pointe shoes became pain an afterthought to the captivating performance she was seconds away from nailing. With one last turn, she took her ending position, chest slowly rising and falling as the music faded away to silence.
âAbsolutely fantastic as always, Kuvira! Everyone please give her a round of applause.â The teacher said enthusiastically, smile wide as she praised her best student.
Kuvira smiled softly as she bowed for the applause from the class. The praise was cut short as the third period bell had rang, meaning they had spent their five minute time period for changing back into their normal clothes watching Kuvira complete the combination.
âOh, spirits! Thatâs the bell, sorry I kept you everyone! Hurry and change, those of you headed to lunch should be fine but Iâll write slips for anyone who is going to a class period! Hurry, hurry! Great work today!â The teacher said as her students scrambled around the room.
Kuvira quickly dropped to the floor, hastily taking off her pointe shoes and shoving them into her dance bag. She jogged to the dressing room and begun to change, ripping off her constricting tights and deciding to exchange her bra for her leotard to save time. She finished pulling her skirt on and adjusted her turtle neck, haphazardly slipping on her sneakers as she rushed out of the door.
Luckily for her, the lunch room was only a couple doors down, unluckily for her however, she didnât pack a lunch and waiting in the line is known to take half of their lunch period. She pushed passed some students in the hallway, raising the tone of her voice to give half hearted apologies as she did so, not that they knew that of course. When she finally made it to the lunch room she scanned the area for the table with her friends, smiling once she caught sight of them.
Being at this school was her least favorite thing ever so the fact she had actually found a couple people that cared enough to talk to her had been a blessing.
âNice job today, Kuvira!â
âYou totally owned that combo! I wish I could dance like that!â
âYou should be proud of yourself.â
The praises werenât new to her so Kuvira simply offered a smile and a couple thank youâs as she reached the table.
âWell if it isnât the swan princess herself.â Wing teased as she sat down.
âHaha, very funny, Wing. I told you not to call me that when weâre not in practice, especially because we arenât even doing that ballet this year.â Kuvira said light heartedly as she pulled out her makeup compact.
âMy apologies, Great Uniter.â He said with a bow and smirk. The Avatar ballet had been widely requested by everyone in the dance department and Kuvira was beyond happy when she got picked to play the avatarâs ultimate rival, The Great Uniter.
âHow was class?â Baatar asked shyly, barely making eye contact with her as he did so.
âIt was fine, my feet are killing me but ballet is my second favorite dance class so I donât mind.â She replied sweetly as she put on her eyeliner.
âIâll never understand how you can do that so flawlessly, are you just perfect or something?â Wei asked as he practically inhaled one of his spring rolls.
âI wouldnât say âperfectâ, just skilled.â She lied, adding a sharp tail to the liner. She was playing a character right now and, sadly, acting cocky wasnât in the script.
âI just donât get how she got here so fast!â Korra panted, placing her backpack on the floor as she slumped on the table. She had gotten lost in the sea of people all trying to get to lunch on time from dance and had to race to avoid the hall monitor.
âMaybe youâre slower than you thought.â Mako joked, offering her part of his sandwich like he always does. He loved Korra to death but that girl was so frantic she basically forgot her lunch three times a week.
âMust you bully me after I almost got trampled in the hallway, again?! Iâm hurting.â She pouted, taking her half of the sandwich from him and eating most of it in one go.
âMaybe if you actually started telling Mrs. Xiao when you have five minutes left of class youâd be here on time.â Asami smirked, not even looking up from her chemistry homework to tease the panting girl.
âI would have but she was too busy watching Kuvira prance around the room.â Korra said with her mouth full, rolling her eyes as she thought of the older dancer flawlessly completing that dayâs combination.
âIâll never understand why she gets under your skin so bad, Kor, sheâs literally an angel. Honestly, I donât even think sheâd hurt a fly if she had the chance. Besides, you guys are rivals in the ballet, not real life.â Bolin said, blowing on his noodles to cool them down before sucking them up violently.
âAnd I donât see why you donât, just look at her! Being the center of attention every chance she gets.â Korra pouted, gesturing to the girl doing her makeup in her small hand held mirror a couple tables down.
âAre you gonna leave your hair like that the whole day?â Huan asked Kuvira, face contouring to a grimace.
âShoot, (spirits, she wishes she couldâve cursed) I didnt even notice, thanks, Huan.â She said, placing the compact down so she could dig through her bag for a brush. She always forgot to take her hair out of her ballet bun and Huan, being the guy who was absolutely incapable of staying out of other peopleâs fashion choices, never let her forget. Kuvira still remembers how she had to force a smile and act like she didnât want to bust his jaw that one time he said she looked like a snob when her hair was up.
He was right of course, but it still annoyed her.
Kuvira pulled out the brush she was looking for and set it on the table as she started removing the bobby pins from her hair. She smiled a bit to herself as she got the last one out, her favorite part was next, letting her hair down as she felt everyone watch.
She let the bun unravel as she gracefully shook her head, long, dark waves cascading down her back, almost reaching her butt. Honestly, she needed a trim, sheâd have to remind Unalaq to make time in her schedule to get one.
Kuvira picked up the brush and ran it through her hair just enough to make it look neat but not enough to brush out the waves. She could feel several eyes on her, both male and female, as she did so. Kuvira wasnât oblivious, despite how she acted as her character, she knew she was way above average in looks and she liked the eyes on her, craved them even. She opened her eyes and smiled as she caught Baatar looking at her.
Kuvira liked catching him watching her the most because she knew heâd never have a chance with her, no matter how much he wanted one.
âLooks like the line is shorter now, Iâm gonna go grab lunch.â She said sweetly, quickly whipping her head around to eye how many people were still waiting in the line. She was fast enough to identify ten sets, five more than last time, of eyes on her before they frantically looked away as she searched for eye contact. She stood up and flipped her hair, strutting to the lunch line with an innocent smile.
âOk, but itâs not her fault sheâs gorgeous, Korra, thatâs hardly a reason to hate her.â Bolin said, back at their table, pulling Korra out of her daze as she watched the older girl strut to the lunch line.
âI never said I hated her, she just...bugs me...â Korra replied, crossing her arms with a huff. Ever since the first day Kuvira had transferred to their school something about her seemed too good to be true, leaving a nasty taste in Korraâs mouth when interacting with the older girl.
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you have a crush on her, Kor.â Asami said, finally looking up from her, now finished, homework to quirk her brow at the pouty girl.
âWha-no. No! I do not have a crush on little miss perfect, sprits!â Korra said, annoyance clear in her voice as she furrowed her brow at her friendâs accusatory tone.
âWhatever you say, you should really just ask her to the formal in two months.â Mako said before he drank from his water bottle.
âI will not! I donât even like her like that. Tui and La you guys are impossible!â Korra said, standing up from her seat and heading to the lunch lineâbecause she was hungry! Not so she could stand next to Kuvira, she had more dignity than that thank you very much.
âHey, Kuvira! How are you today?â Ms. Li, one of the lunch ladies said sweetly.
âI am great, Yuyan, thank you for asking. How about yourself?â Kuvira replied politely. That was one thing Unalaq could never shake from her, her manners for people less fortunate than she was. She had spent a lot of time talking to the school staff when she first got this assignment, she would tell her bosses itâs so she could find her target quicker but that was all a lie. To most, she might be considered to be on the wrong side of history, even if she thought that was nonsense, but that didnât mean she was soulless. She only wanted the best for these people, why would she be cold if she didnât have to be?
âWell, I could be better, these kids really donât know how to say a simple please and thank you. It, um, it gets to you sometimes, you know? But, hey, I guess it could always be worse. Thank you so much for askâOh! That reminds me, me and a couple of the other lunch ladies made this for you, since you are such a big help around here.â Ms. Li said, reaching behind her to grab a small chocolate cupcake before handing it to Kuvira.
âThank you so much, it looks delicious.â Kuvira said, accepting the sweet treat and placing it on her tray with the rest of her food.
âOf course! Anything for our favorite student. Congratulations on getting the part of The Great Uniter by the way, we look forward to seeing you shine!â Ms. Li smiled.
Kuvira smiled brightly as she punched in her lunch number, swiping her school card quickly. She appreciated the praise and she new she deserved it, but too much of it could make her uncomfortable. She said one more thank you to Ms. Li and headed back to her table.
As she was walking however, she almost ran right into someone who was clearly not watching where they were going. If she had been anyone else, her tray wouldâve went flying, along with the items on it, and thereâd be a huge mess, luckily she wasnât anyone else. She was Kuvira, member of the Metal clan, the most highly trained spy organization in the world, and sheâd be damned if she let her special cupcake get squashed. She easily spun around the person, gracefully hoping one of the railings to catch her airborne tray, every single item she had purchased returning to their places. Well, all except her juice box, which was still airborne, about to land on the ground behind her. She whipped her head back around and made a move to catch it but instead saw her onstage rival, The Avatar, played by Korra Kuruk, hopping the same railing to catch the juice box before it hit the ground, her own lunch items fully intact on her own tray despite the vigorous movement.
âI am so sorry about that! Here, wouldnât want you to lose this.â Korra said apologetically as she held out the juice box to a wide eyed Kuvira.
As soon as they made eye contact Korra seemed to have picked up on what had actually happened, her own eyes going wide as Kuvira snatched the juice box from her hands.
Before either of them could say anything, the pieces finally falling into place and their initial shock quickly flipping to furry, the fire alarm went off, blaring loudly in everyoneâs ears and causing several people, excluding Korra and Kuvira of course, to flinch in their seats. They had been trained better than to get startled by a sudden noise.
âOk, ok, everyone please grab your phones, and I mean only your phones, and exit the building!â One of the lunch monitors said, ushering kids out of the back entrance so they could head to the field.
Both girls glared at each other, breath heavy in a rage as they did so, before going their separate ways to their respective tables. Kuvira grabbed her phone and followed Baatar out of the lunch room, not bothering to look back at Korra. Nobody at her table asked questions, not having been paying attention to Kuvira when she left the table.
Korra however, returned to a table full of wide eyes and slacked jaws, her friends having watched the whole ordeal after Korra bailed at the mention of a crush.
âThat was some ninja shit, Korra! Wh- How- When! When did you even learn how to do that?!â Wu asked, most likely coming off of his hall monitor shift to eat lunch with them moments before the alarm sounded.
âMovies. Come on, we need to get outside.â She said, anger clouding her eyes and lowering her voice. Nobody asked any more questions and, even if they wanted to, Korra was already walking away, one foot out of the door
One thingâs for sure, Korra now had more reason than ever to hate Kuvira.
Kuvira was undoubtably the Metal Clan Protegé that Korra was tasked with arresting for crimes against the environment and the less fortunate.
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she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do? throw herself onto a pyre? is she not allowed to feel lousy that this whole thing blew up in her face? because she's an adult and she made a mistake, she's not allowed to be sad or stressed? she's still an imperfect human. apologizing immediately usually means people are still sensitive to their own hurt of being called out because it's fresh and on their mind so it tends to slip into their apology, but if she had waited any longer to compose herself, you guys would probably have an issue with how long she took. also, in aaaaaallll of this, I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic? I've read her fic and I personally can't see anything wrong, although I will admit that yes, I'm a white ciswoman but I'd like to think I'm aware of negative tropes. but the only thing touted is "it made an mlm uncomfortable" but HOW??? honestly, I want to know! if anything so I can avoid doing the same thing! how is anyone meant to learn when you're not bringing up these points as often as you're explicitly laying out the problems in her apology and whatnot. I've seen 6 posts about how shit the apology was and for why and I've not once seen the original comment detailing why the fic was problematic, and I've been looking on twit, tumblr, insta, and ao3. if it's been deleted, why isn't anyone stating again and again what's wrong? also, if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it. there's one artist that's pretty popular on Twitter and I personally really hate they way they draw klance but it's all over my tl. I respect that person's art style and creativeness and keep on moving. other people enjoy it, good for them. and if I start reading something and get surprised with something I dont like, I leave! find people who write things you like and stop engaging with creators who's things you don't like, as far as I know no one is holding a gun to your head making you read problematic fic. also for as much as you rag on her for the words she used to apologize, you don't seem to be considering your own words when offering criticism. if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully? lastly, no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way (like you should do when it come to kl content creators you don't like). people sending hate in Taylor's defense are in the wrong I agree, and this isn't hate its critism its a discussion, but Taylor isn't responsible for, how many people did you say? 16k on twit? even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense. I see so many younger fans expecting perfection in their fandoms and that just isn't going to happen. yes we should be striving to be better but no one is ever going to be perfect. not you, not me, not the mlm person, not Taylor, not anyone on any side of this argument. the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.- đŠ
she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do?
im pretty sure i said its good that she realizes she handled it poorly. but she makes the whole apology about this, doesnt directly talk about the issues and i know someone went to her to talk about it. also, it took her a day to say something about it so it wasnt exactly immediate (in the sense people had already stopped talking about it but that doesnt mean they werent still bothered). the apology was directed at mlm, and i havent seen one saying it felt genuine. of couse she can be hurt but when you apologize to a marginalized group the focus shouldnt be your feelings, but the feelings of the ones you have hurt.
I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic?
she admits to be projecting on lance. so she makes him very femine and keith very masculine. and ok, gay couples like that do exist, but she is a woman projecting in this situation so this bothers people. putting mlm in this position is a harmful steriotype, bc it feels very heterosexual. this is a trope, it unfortunately happens a lot and its harmful. women need to be aware of what they are representing when drawing/writing mlm because well, real mlm are going to see it, and no one likes to feel like a fetish to others. and its not our place to question if the criticism is right or wrong when we are not mlm, so if you read this and think âbut thats not a problem thats not a fetish etcâ well, its not your place to judge that. theres more to it and you probably could get a better answer from a mlm sorry.
if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it.
please, lets not compare a minority pointing out harmful tropes with. something fucking illegal.
as you said, you are a cis woman, of course its not going to hurt you in this case. but if people are making harmful content its not a simple matter of âdont interact with itâ because they will still be promoting it, other people are going to read it, and media influences how we see minorities so of course people will not like when they see bad portrayal of them. also, tumblr sucks so even if you want to just âdont interact with itâ its hard because even after blocking you can still cross the content of someone. not sure how it works on twitter but anyway this discussion started on tumblr and tumblr doesnt stop people who were bothered by her to avoid her by blocking.
if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully?
i think she deleted the ask by now, but i dont remember the ask being hateful. i remember someone asking if she was a fujoshi, and another person mentioned that mlm didnt like the way she portrayals klance. i dont remember it being hateful. but again, she apologized for handling it badly. its just that she stops there.
no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way
ignoring world issues is a privilege. if someone is able to turn off from all the problems in the world, its a privilige. yes no one should talk aobut it all the time thats not even healthy, but to never talk about it is a privilege. thats what black people are saying, they cant just turn off from racism, so yes they are going to expect white people to do something. online honestly i cant do shit, i dont think anything i reblog here does a difference and i do what i can in my own country, but she has a plataform that could help bring awareness. again, its a privilege to be able to curate your social media to be a perfect happy place.
even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense.
maybe they wouldnt, but if people were doing this type of thing in my name, in my defense, i would at least say something about it idk. she cant control them but she makes nothing to show that she disagrees or look for the people being harassed to say something about it.
the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.
when it comes to simple things like âi prefer taller lance and i dont like taller keithâ yeah, its fine to ignore people who draw taller keith and move on with your life or something like that. but we are talking about mlm, a real group of people, being upset for being portrayed in a harmful and steriotype way. its everywhere in fandom, and in real life. they cant escape from real life, and then they come to fandom where everyone wants some escapism and have to deal with more issues. its tiring
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