#i think these are all the popular ones don’t yell at me if i forgot someone

[yutarot]

IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

twenty-four — that same old dimpled smile. wc: 1.4k

knock.

knock.

knock.

he’s here.

you open the door with nothing but compliance. the cool air from outside flooding you with a chill that tickles your skin.

you brush your arm with the other hand, looking from the floor, slowly to meet his eyes.

he’s looking right at you, he has been since you opened the door, a searching expression in his eyes.

“hey yn.”

you pause and he smiles.

that same old dimpled smile.

“hi jaehyun.”

FLASHBACK: the night of chenles party. jaehyuns pov

he didn’t know what to do; with his feelings, with his life, with you.

he stands with yuta in the corner of the party, swirling a half empty cup in his hand.

yuta notices that jaehyun is distracted, so he tries to get his attention, tapping him on his arm.

“bro? you okay?”

jaehyun nods. “i’m just..”

“yn?”

there’s a pause. “yeah.”

“dude, you need to get over her. it’s been years. she hates you!”

jaehyun stares at him in annoyance and yuta laughs before apologising.

“im gonna go to the bathroom, have my drink.” jaehyun says, stumbling away from yuta.

“gee thanks!” yuta says sarcastically, watching his friend try and keep himself on his feet.

but jaehyun doesn’t make it to the toilet before his arm is dragged and he finds himself in a room, the door shut and a girls voice slurring to him. and she sounds angry.

“jeong jaehyun!!!!!!” the mystery girl yells, “you idiot!!!”

she hits him on the arm and jaehyun frowns in annoyance.

she says, “i hate you!!!”

jaehyun rolls his eyes, suspecting that she’s just the friend of some girl he slept with and “forgot” to text the next morning.

“well im sorry to your friend, but she isn’t her.”

he turns his body to leave the room but giselle stops him.

“she isn’t her?” giselle asks. “oh so your pining, that’s why you’re so moody.”

jaehyun freezes. this girl was persistent. “im not moody.”

“oh yeah right, you’ve always been moody!!!! ever since you ruined yn’s life!! you hate her, for absolutely no reason may i add!!!”

“you’re friends with yn?” he backs away.

“no. she’s just… popular.. everyone knows what you did.”

he tenses even more. he did ruin your life, he thinks. it was all his fault. he never told you the truth.

so now, he’s going to.

“i don’t hate her.”

the girl stiffens. “what?”

jaehyun walks further into the room, the absence of light and his drunken state allowing him to struggle finding the bed, but when he does, he sits, giselle sitting next to him.

“i dont hate yn, i never have, it was all a stupid rumour that i was too dumb to say wasn’t real in fear that she’d find out that i…”

“that you what?”

“that i like her.”

she sits up straight, silent filling the space between them.

“you liked her?”

“i like her.” he pauses, “of course i like her, she’s…she’s yn.”

“wow… thats…”

“stupid? yeah. i know. but you know what’s even more stupid?”

“what?”

“i made a dumb burner number so i could let out all my feelings without her knowing it was me.”

“what??!!!” she stands up. jaehyun looks at her in surprise. “so… it’s you? you’re Y?”

“yeah. how did you know that?”

“it doesn’t matter. look jaehyun, you can’t do this.”

“you think i don’t know that?” he stresses, “i’ve been trying to rid my feelings for years, i thought letting her hate me would atleast help with that.”

“…she can’t find out you like her.” the girl whispers, “you have to end this!!!!”

jaehyuns silent. “i have to end this.”

“give me your phone.” giselle says, arm outstretched.

“what? why?”

“because i’m going to help you get over her, even if it means she hates me too. and step one? letting her know.”

jaehyun hands her phone to jaehyun, and she types 3 words.

i’m over you.

“step two? you’re not going back into that party.”

“can i atleast know your name?”

“no.”

FLASHBACK OVER.

you let him in. just like last time. you’re willing to listen. you have to listen.

you have to know how this makes sense.

he was over you.

“but… the new Y, those messages… they-“

“were me.”

you’re silent. he looks at you with pity.

“it’s me. it’s always been me, before and now.” he pauses. “i’m Y, yn… again…”

“but… you, you can’t be..” you’re shaking, unable to understand what the hell is going on.

“listen, i’ll explain everything i promise.” he rests his hand on your shoulder, urging you to sit down. he sits next to you before he continues.

“the first time i told you i was Y… i thought it was a mistake. your friend giselle had tried to talk me out of it, even hooked up with me so i wouldn’t run to you, albeit i didn’t even know it was her until you told me, but i ended up coming to you anyways. and when i saw the look on your face? the disappointment that she warned me about? i couldn’t stand it. she was right, i had to get over you.”

your brows furrow, she had tried to convince him?

jaehyun continues, “so i lied, i told you i was over you, in hopes that i could do it. in hopes that, finally, i could forget about my feelings and let you be happy. but i couldn’t do it. and so i panicked. i tried to reverse everything. i was desperate yn, and so i tried to make it look like it was someone else again, that i was Y, past tense. i even spoke to yuta about it, and his dumbass said it was a good idea. i thought i made a mistake by telling you it was me, so i made up some random shit to make it seem like someone else.”

“what…?”

“it was always me… it won’t ever not be me. only from now on, ill try not be a fucking coward about it.” he laughs quietly, but when he notices the confusion in your face, he falters.

“i know i made this all so messy. but i care about you.” he sighs, “alot.”

“so all those messages saying ‘i’m glad jaehyun’s over you.’… that was just to make me think you weren’t Y, so that i’d really believe you were over me.”

“yeah.. i know i’m being selfish by telling you i still like you but, i hate lying to you. i don’t ever want to lie to you again. you don’t deserve that.”

you finally take a deep breath, one you’ve been holding since you let him inside.

“i like you, yn.” he nods down to your hands, asking if he can hold them and you nod your head. he takes them in his, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles gently. “i screwed up. this whole time, it wasn’t a case of me getting over you, it was a case of me getting over the fact that i wasn’t.”

you can’t help but smile in relief, a relief that you’re so incredibly unsure where it comes from.

“but i don’t think ill ever be.”

as if on instinct, you had risen to your toes, throwing your arms over his shoulders. his head falls to the nape of your neck and he hugs you, arms closing around the small of your back.

it’s warm, comfortable. you’ve missed this.

you can hear him, feel him, breathing. he’s finally calm, the same composed jaehyun that you and everyone else know him as. the hiphop team captain that only talks to those he thinks deserve his attention, and sleeps with the rest.

you pull away but he keeps his hands on your waist, you clear your throat and they flinch away, falling back to his side as he laughs.

“i’m sorry, about everything.” jaehyuns says, “i’ve made everything so hard for you, when all i wanted to do was make it easier.”

you nod, lips pursing into a small smile.

he continues. “i don’t expect you to suddenly grow your feelings for me back,” he laughs, “i just hope you’ll, maybe, hate me a little less.”

“thank you jaehyun. i mean it.”

his dimples show.

“and.. i don’t think i can hate you now.”

“really?”

“i mean… not if you try on a tutu infront of the boys..” you laugh, and he looks at you in terror before playfully chasing you around your dorm.

it’s nice, being friends with him again.

you should be scared. you should be anxious.

but something tells you, this time, he won’t let you hate him, that this time he won’t let his feelings come inbetween you.

something tells you this time will be very different

mlist — next

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[starkwlkr]

Hiii! okay maybe teen mathéo likes a girl so he could talk to charles about it and ask for advice a little father son moment would be cool.

numbers | charles leclerc

hello lovely anon! thanks for the request! for this imagine, I’m going to include mikey and demri schumacher. they are characters that belong to @cs55version from their mick series that i am absolutely in love with!!

I JUST STAY IN MY ROOM TOO LONG BUT I FINALLY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S THE BOMB — numbers by tempered

While the media saw Ruby Leclerc as the loud, but funny child of Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc, they sometimes forgot about Mathéo Leclerc, the shy and quiet boy. It wasn’t a bad thing (Mathéo’s exact words). The boy liked not being in the spotlight.

He enjoyed art museums and going to see musicals with his mother and grand-mère. But there were sometimes when the media did question whether or not he would follow in the footsteps of his father. From a young age, Mathéo decided not to pursue a career in formula 1 and his family respected that.

Even the kids at school would ask him when he would start karting. He would always answer with “I’m not going to be a driver. Ask my older sister.”

He grew tired of people at school always asking him about Ferrari, his father and uncle, asking for paddock passes. It was always the same people, people he never even talked to. But there was one day when a girl who had just moved to Monaco came up to him during lunch.

Mathéo’s usual friend, Robin, was sick so he remained home. Now it looked like Mathéo didn’t have any friends and sat alone during lunch.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit here?” The girl asked, pointing to the chair across Mathéo.

“Yeah, it’s okay.” He replied then went back to eating his sandwich that his mother had made him.

“I’m Giselle.” The girl introduced herself.

“My name is Mathéo, but with an h in between the t and e. A lot of people forget about the h.” He explained.

“Oh, okay. Mine is with two l’s so it’s not like the supermodel’s name, you know the one that was married to Tom Brady?” She asked.

“I don’t know who Tom Brady is, but I know who Gisele Bündchen is. My maman had dinner with her last week.” He said casually. “Wait, you don’t have an accent.” He quickly noticed.

“I’m from America, but my mother’s side of the family is from here. My mom got a really good job offer so here we are,” Giselle explained. “My mom has about of an accent though. She was born here but left when she was ten I think.”

Mathéo had a crush on a girl before. Her name was Eloise. She was the sister of the most popular girl in school so when Eloise asked Mathéo out to the movies, the boy thought it was just some kind of prank.

Giselle seemed nice, she listened when Mathéo had something to say, laughed at his jokes when he made one and she didn’t know of Mathéo’s last name so at least he didn’t have to worry about that yet.

As the school day came to an end, he walked back home only to find Mikey and Demri Schumacher and his sister eating in the kitchen while his mother was on the phone talking.

“Hey, Théo! Missed you.” Demri ruffled his hair as he passed by her to get to the refrigerator.

“You can keep him if you want. I see him all the time.” Ruby teased.

“Maman! Ruby wants to give me away to the Schumacher’s!” Mathéo yelled. He ignored the laughs coming from then teenagers and grabbed a juice then walked out the kitchen.

“Ruby, what did I say about trying to sell your brother?” Y/n groaned from her spot in the sofa.

“Uncle Mick won’t mind having him around!”

“Hi, maman. Is papa around?” The fourteen year old boy asked shyly. He needed his father’s opinion on Giselle.

“He’s in our room, baby. He might be asleep, but you can go check.”

“Oh. I’ll let him sleep then. I’m going to my room.” Mathéo said. He knew how hard his father worked so he rather wait to have a conversation with him. He walked up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind him.

Y/n could see the defeated face on her boy. “Mom, I’m going to call you back. Bye.” She hung up the phone. She got up and walked to her and Charles’ room where he was sleeping peacefully on their bed. He had just gotten back from Belgium and he decided he wanted to have a nap before dinner.

“Charles, sweetheart,” Y/n gently shook his body to wake him up. Charles groaned as a response. “Mathéo wants to talk to you. I have a feeling it might be important.”

“What time is it?” He asked, still not opening his eyes.

“Almost dinner time so you have to get up.”

Charles sighed and sat up in his spot. “Where’s my boy?”

Mathéo was in his room working on his art project. It was a show box diorama of his favorite memory, which was the day of his birthday when all of his family from both sides made it to his party. As he was putting a toy birthday cake in his box, he heard a knock on his door.

“It’s open!” He said, still concentrated on his project. In came Charles with a tired face, but he didn’t care. His son needed him and he was here to listen.

“It looks very nice. Is that Uncle Arthur with frosting on his face?” Charles pointed at a paper drawing of the whole family. Arthur had been drawn with blue marker ‘smeared’ on his face to resemble the frosting of the cake that Charles had thrown at his face the day of the party.

“Yeah, it was kind of hard to find the right shade of blue but I made it work.” Mathéo said, not looking up from his work.

Charles nodded and walked over to the boy’s bed and sat down. “Maman told me you wanted to talk.”

Mathéo finally looked up and slowly turned his chair to face Charles. “But you’re tired. We can talk later-”

“Théo, I’m not tired. I’m okay, now tell me, is someone bothering you in school? Are your grades bad? If it’s about grades then I’m not mad because my grades were not good. Arthur and I used to skip class because of karting so-”

“It’s not about grades. I’m doing well in school. Promise you won’t laugh at me.” Mathéo said quietly.

“Why would I laugh? I’m your papa.”

“Just promise me.”

Charles held out his pinky finger. “I promise I won’t laugh,” Mathéo nodded and was about to speak but Charles stopped him. “No, you have to do the pinky promise. This is serious.” Mathéo chuckled and laced his pinky finger with his father’s then let go.

“Okay, so I was sitting in my usual table during lunch and then this girl comes up and sits with me. Robin wasn’t with me because he’s sick so I thought she felt bad for me because I was sitting alone. But turns out she’s new to Monaco and to the school. We talked and I have decided that she is the coolest girl I have ever met and she doesn’t know I’m your son!” The boy explained. “And she laughed at my jokes, I think I’m in love.”

Charles’ lips turned into a smile. His son had a crush.

“Well that’s a big word for you. She seems nice. What’s her name?” Charles asked.

“Giselle but with two l’s. Even her name is pretty. But I don’t want to seem like a creep and ask her out. How did you ask maman to go on a date with you?”

“Your maman was not an easy person to ask out. The first time I asked her, she said no and I respected her decision. A month later, she was in Monaco and we got lunch with a couple of friends and I asked her again and she said yes. I wanted to take her to dinner but she said that was too boring for a first date so we signed up for a cooking class to make pasta but it was in Italy so we went to Italy.” Charles explained. He was never going to forget that day.

“Why Italy? Does Monaco not having pasta classes?”

“They do, but your mother hadn’t been to Italy so I took her. It’s became a tradition now. On our anniversary, we go to the same cooking class and make pasta. You would think my cooking skills would improve by now, but at least we have maman to help.”

“Maybe I can take Giselle to a cooking class in Italy.” Mathéo suggested.

“How about we start with watching a movie in the local theater?”

[steddieas-shegoes]

safe like a pinky promise

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is protection'

rated m | 2,744 words | cw: alcohol, steve is drunk, minor violence (mostly just the threat of violence) | tags: protective eddie munson, protective steve harrington, post breakup, getting back together, exes to lovers

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In hindsight, Steve should’ve been smarter about coming to this bar alone.

He’d only ever been there with Eddie and his friends, and while they weren’t the most popular, people knew not to mess with them or anyone with them. Without their protection, without Eddie’s protection, Steve was kind of asking for trouble.

Especially when he showed up already drunk, causing a scene at the bar in the middle of Corroded Coffin’s set.

He’d been having fun, or trying to, at his house with Robin. But when her parents called and insisted she come home, she left him with a buzz and a loneliness he couldn’t do anything else with.

He missed Eddie. He’d fucked up so bad and now he had to miss Eddie forever. Or maybe not forever. Maybe if he just showed up to support him like he used to, maybe if he bought him a drink and asked to talk, maybe if he kissed him in the bathroom and asked him to come home with him…

The bar was packed, way busier than it ever had been before. Most of the crowd was younger, but definitely older than Eddie and the band. He could see some older guys in the back corner and the regulars at the bar.

The room was spinning as he tried to get eyes on Eddie. He just needed to see Eddie.

Eddie was on stage, the poor lighting doing a shitty job of making him look like the star he was. Steve would need to talk to the owner about that soon. His boy should shine.

Well, he wasn’t really his boy anymore, or ever. That was the problem.

Steve had run. Despite Eddie always insisting that he was a runner, Steve had been the one to book it the moment Eddie wanted things to be more serious.

Even Robin told him it didn’t make sense. Steve was the commitment type, craved permanence from someone in a way that most people their age didn’t even think about.

The moment Eddie offered that to him, he left.

He regretted it every moment since.

Eddie’s voice filled the bar, the drums and guitar of his bandmates loud enough to make the walls shake. It was all Steve could focus on.

He didn’t know how people were having regular conversations right now.

“‘Scuse me!” Steve yelled to the bartender, who was pouring a beer from the tap. “Did you guys not know they were playin’ t’night?”

He could kind of register that he was slurring his words a bit, but couldn’t do anything about it. He hadn’t been drunk in a long time, he forgot the way his head buzzed when he was.

“They play every Tuesday night, son. Why?” The bartender handed the beer

Steve wasn’t usually an asshole, not anymore. If he was, it was unintentional.

But this was about to be very intentional.

“So you just expect them to sing on a dark stage?” He managed to not slur too much that time, wanted to express how serious it was that Eddie wasn’t getting the right treatment. “How’s he sposed to be a rockstar?”

The bartender crossed his arms, unamused at Steve’s questioning.

Steve didn’t care. Eddie deserved better than a half-assed attempt at a bar.

“He’s so good! And you don’t let him be.” Steve wasn’t sure if that made sense, but the bartender seemed to get it.

“Listen, kid. I dunno who served you before you got here, but you’re not gonna cause a scene, alright? Just go get some fresh air and wait for your friend.”

“He should have better lights!”

A man at the bar stood up and took a step towards Steve. “Hey, you heard Ernie. Go get some fresh air before you do somethin’ stupid.”

Steve should probably listen. Robin would tell him to listen.

The bar was suddenly very quiet, the music on stage paused and voices of people nearby so quiet Steve couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Why was he even mad?

He looked over to see Eddie on stage, looking around the room with his eyes squinting.

Right, the lights.

“He’s gonna be famous someday and it won’t be because you helped. Maybe you should buy a-” Steve felt his stomach turn. Shit. “A um.”

The man across from him mistook his stumbling over words and fists as a threat, and before Steve knew it, he was pushed against the wall by the bar.

“You listen here, kid. Don’t know why you showed up already so drunk, but you best leave before this turns into a serious problem. Ernie does these boys a favor lettin’ them play for tips at all. Start causin’ a scene, they won’t be able to come back, ya understand?”

The hand balling up his shirt was large, and the man’s face was red with anger.

Steve never backed down from a fight though.

“If nobody stands up for them, they’ll just keep playin’ for free. This place doesn’t even get people like this unless they’re playing.”

Just as Steve closed his eyes and expected a fist to the face, he was released and fell down against the wall. He looked up to see Eddie, guitar slung over his back, talking to the man who was holding him against the wall.

He couldn’t really hear what they were saying, too distracted by the way Eddie’s curls framed his face. They were always perfectly messy, falling in a way that would probably look terrible on someone else. But it was Eddie, and everything looked good on Eddie.

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice brought him back to earth and he suddenly realized the entire band was standing behind Eddie, and all eyes were on them.

“They don’t even know you’re a rockstar, Eds,” Steve whined. “I tried to tell ‘em and they thought I was gonna be a problem.”

Eddie waved the guys away, handing his guitar to Gareth before leaning down to help Steve to his feet. ���C’mon. You’re drunk as shit.”

Steve couldn’t really argue with that, and arguing would maybe make Eddie take his hands off of him, so fuck that. Eddie’s hands belonged on him. 2+2 was four and Eddie’s hands should be on Steve.

“Eddie, they don’t even turn the lights on!” Steve fell against his chest, mumbling into his shoulder. “No lights!”

Steve breathed in Eddie’s scent, sweat and body wash mixed up just right to drive Steve crazy.

But Eddie didn’t do it to drive Steve crazy, not anymore. Not since-

“Did you drive here?” Eddie asked, luckily keeping his arm wrapped around Steve as he guided him out the front door.

“No. Walked.” For some reason, he felt chastised, like maybe Eddie was disappointed in him, but he didn’t know what for. Maybe drinking? But Eddie liked to let loose sometimes too. It wouldn’t be fair of him to judge Steve for finally letting go a little.

“You walked? From where?”

“My house.”

“Steve, that’s three miles away.”

“Is it?”

Eddie pulled him to the back of his van, leaning him against the back doors and taking a long look at him.

“Does Robin know you walked here?”

“She isn’t in charge of me, I don’t have to ask for fuckin’ permission-“

“Get in the van.” Eddie tugged him to the passenger door, opening it for him and waiting for Steve to get in. “Do you need help?”

“No. I can do it.”

Which was a lie, and they both knew it, but Steve was not about to admit out loud how little control he had over his own limbs.

It became clear the moment he tried to step up into the van and his foot missed making contact by a solid six inches. He would’ve fallen flat on his face if not for Eddie’s strong arms wrapping around him and lifting him into the passenger seat.

Eddie closed the door and got into the driver’s seat, not even turning the radio on as they drove. They were heading in the direction of the trailer park, not Steve’s house, and Steve tried not to feel smug about it.

“Why did you come tonight?” Eddie finally asked, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. “Why are you drunk? And why did I have to rescue you from getting another concussion?”

“I just miss you.”

It was simple. That’s what it all boiled down to.

Steve missed Eddie, missed being able to just show up for him when he wanted, missed playing with his hair when he was asleep because that was the only time he sat still enough for him to do it. He missed the way he kissed the freckle closest to his ear when he was trying to calm him down after a nightmare. He missed making him laugh.

“Steve, you-” Eddie sighed and turned the radio on. “You can sleep it off and I’ll bring you home in the morning.”

“I don’t wanna sleep it off. I don’t want you to ignore me.” Steve crossed his arms, protecting himself from whatever words Eddie would throw at his chest. “I want you to miss me too.”

The turn into the trailer park was silent as Steve’s words surrounded them.

When the van was in park in front of Eddie’s trailer, he turned to Steve.

“I do miss you. I miss us.” Eddie wouldn’t look at him, but Steve could tell he was trying not to cry. “But I can’t talk to you about it until you’ve slept this off, okay? Whatever you’re feeling now might be gone in the morning.”

The adrenaline wearing off was enough for Steve to feel pretty sober, but he could still see double and the van felt like it was still moving under him, so he knew he was too drunk to have the conversation now.

“But in the mornin’?” Steve’s head felt heavy.

He was reaching his least favorite part of being drunk, the exhaustion phase, where every movement felt like it was in slow motion but the world around him was speeding by and his body felt numb. He closed his eyes as he waited for Eddie’s response.

His eyes shot open when he felt Eddie’s finger brush against his pinky.

“In the morning, we’ll talk. Pinky promise,” his pinky wrapped around Steve’s, squeezed, and didn’t let go.

Steve looked down at their joined pinkies, thought about how something so small made him feel so safe, and nodded once.

Eddie helped him inside, one arm around his waist and humming a song Steve vaguely recognized as they walked down the hall to Eddie's room.

“Couch?” Steve asked.

“Don’t want Wayne to wake you up when he gets home.”

Steve was helped out of his shoes and jeans and tucked in on his side of the bed.

He curled up under the blanket, breathing in the scent of Eddie’s shampoo on the pillow.

He drifted off to the warmth coming from Eddie’s side of the bed and the sound of Eddie humming that familiar song.

******

“...need ya to be careful, Ed. He really did a number on ya last time.”

Steve blinked his eyes open as he processed Wayne’s voice on the other side of the door, a voice he hadn’t heard in months. A voice that used to be warm and comforting for Steve from a person who placed his trust in Steve to not hurt his nephew.

“I think I did a number on him, too.”

Steve’s head was pounding, but not in the way of his usual migraines. He hadn’t been hungover in a long time, but he was quickly reminded of why he hadn’t bothered to drink in so long.

“I’m headin’ to bed. Be good to each other.”

Steve heard Wayne’s bedroom door close and Eddie’s door open. He didn’t pretend to be asleep, even though it would have given him at least another few minutes of soaking in this feeling of being Eddie’s before things turned sour. He looked at Eddie, who stood at the edge of his bed, his fingers curling around a loose thread of his blanket.

He was nervous.

He hadn’t been nervous when Steve broke his heart, he’d just been angry.

He hadn’t been nervous when they first kissed, he’d just been ready.

But he was nervous now and Steve knew that meant he needed to lead.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice was rough, more than just the usual morning rasp from disuse. “Can we talk in bed?”

They were known to have nightly talks facing each other in bed, sometimes still sweaty and breathless from sending each other over the edge, the honesty easier when the outside world felt far away.

Eddie must have recognized Steve’s intentions as he got under the blanket, facing him in bed with a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey,” Steve said again, barely more than a whisper.

“Hi.”

“Sorry about last night.” Eddie shrugged, but Steve pushed on. “I shouldn’t have gone to the bar at all. But I definitely shouldn’t have caused problems when I got there. I’m sorry I made a scene.”

“It’s alright, Stevie.” Eddie’s hand was inching closer to Steve’s between them. “Why were you drunk?”

“Robin and I were hanging out and she kept trying to bring up how I haven’t tried going out at all since-” Steve breathed out. “Since I ruined everything with you. And she said if I wasn’t gonna make it right with you, I should at least try to find someone who might make me happy. And I didn’t know who would! It was you for so long and you’re the only person who could make me that happy. So when she left I went from drinking a couple beers to drinking a few shots of the whiskey my dad didn’t take with him. And then I just…missed you.”

Eddie’s hand finally found Steve’s, his fingers curling against the back of his hand.

“I always miss you, but it was worse when I was alone and drinking. I was drunk enough to think walking to the bar was a good idea, which it clearly wasn’t-”

“I dunno about that. You’re in my bed again and that’s not all bad,” Eddie interrupted, a small smile threatening to break out into a much bigger one. “We aren’t doing anything else, but can I kiss you, Stevie?”

“Please,” Steve breathed out.

It had been four months, two weeks, and one day since the last time Eddie kissed Steve.

But this kiss felt like no time had passed at all, like they’d pick up exactly where they left off before Steve ruined it.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Eddie said against his lips, opening his eyes to see what was going on. “What’s goin’ on?”

“I’m just sorry that I let myself ruin what we had.”

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” Eddie cupped his face in his hands, forcing eye contact. “You did screw up. I can’t lie and say you didn’t. You had every chance to talk me through what was going on in your head and work it out in any other way, but you didn’t. That hurt me, but it also hurt you. And I should’ve tried to talk after. I shut you out and didn’t leave much room for you to make it right. That part is on me.”

“It wasn’t up to you to-”

“No, it was up to us and we’re young and stupid and have no idea what we’re doing so of course we’re gonna fuck up. We can love each other and still be stupid sometimes. But maybe next time we won’t forget that we love each other, huh?” Eddie kissed the tip of Steve’s nose. “Do you still have those thoughts?”

“Which ones?”

“The ones telling you that you can’t have someone who makes you feel safe.”

Steve looked at the only person on earth besides Robin who ever made him feel truly loved and protected.

He thought about how his last words to Eddie before last night had been spewed in anger, but were born of pain and mistrust in his own ability to be loved. He thought about how Robin told him the only way to be loved was to just let it happen, even when it was scary.

“I do still have them, yeah.” Steve leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips, soft and slow. “But you’ll protect me, right?”

“Every day, sweetheart.”

[jinkoh]

fall back on me

hyunjae x gn!reader

summary: to say you hadn't been pleased when you’d found out hyunjae was your soulmate would be an understatement. he was loud and annoying and all the two of you ever did was bicker. and yet, somehow, you wanted to be there for him

part of my soulmate series

tags: soulmate au (sharing bruises), childhood frenemies to lovers, high school au, hurt/comfort, some fluff, SFW; warnings: implied abuse/domestic violence, mentions of injuries and blood

wc: 3.8k a/n: can someone tell me why this is almost 4k when i thought i'd stick to tiny <1k drabbles for this series? is it bc i am currently so very in love with leehyunjae?? perhaps?? we may never know

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“I think I could really miss out on P.E today,” you sighed as you slung your gym bag over your shoulder and followed your friends out of the classroom.

“You could always miss out on P.E, y/n,” Siyeon corrected with a raised eyebrow. “I remember in middle school there was a time where you purposely forgot your gym clothes every. single. week.”

“Eh? For real?” Minji chimed in in surprise.

“Yupp, even got detention for it, but showed up without again the week after.”

“Let bygones be bygones already, Siyeon,” you complained, a little uncomfortable about her bringing it up. Not that it wasn’t true, but you’d had your reasons at the time. Now however you simply didn’t like sports. You weren’t very good, especially with ball sports, and you knew you’d get an earful about it if you got hurt.

“Fine,” she agreed, almost disappointed to drop the topic. Minji on the other hand didn’t mind much, her attention grabbed by something else—or more accurately: someone else. The guys from the basketball team were coming your way, Juyeon, Jacob and, of course, Hyunjae. Minji seemed absolutely delighted; it wasn’t a secret that she basically crushed on all of them. You weren't half as excited about this. When Hyunjae met your gaze, a small grin tugged at his lips and he came your way. You let out a groan. You really weren’t in the mood for this.

“What a passionate greeting,” he said with a small shake of his head, “is that any way to treat your beloved classmate?”

“We’re not even in the same class, Jaehyun.”

He dramatically clutched his heart. “So cold, y/n, so cold.” Then his gaze fell onto your gym bag. “P.E? Really?”

“Yup. We’re playing basketball.”

He scrunched up his face. “If only you were half as gifted as me.”

“It’s not like I want to play either. But I’m hardly the one making the class schedule now, am I?”

“Right. Guess there’s no way around it. Just don’t fall again, those were some nasty bruises last week.”

“Mhm,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll try my best.”

“Well sadly, your best isn’t all that good, y/n. You know, I could give you some pointers.”

“Nah, thanks, I can handle myself.”

“That’s just empty words,” he complained, “I need a bit more than that to feel reassured.”

“If the ball comes my way I’ll just catch it with my face,” you deadpanned before pushing past him.

“Not funny!" He yelled after you but you didn’t turn around again, just giving him a half-assed wave over your shoulder.

A second later, Minji was jogging up next to you, completely baffled by the whole interaction. “How do you know Hyunjae?! Do you have something going on?”

“Ew, no,” you immediately replied.

“But he clearly cares for you!”

“For me?” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hardly.”

Siyeon came up between the two of you, casually slinging her arm over Minji’s shoulder. “They are soulmates,” she explained matter of factly, “Didn’t you know?”

“He is your soulmate?! Why didn’t you tell me, y/n?”

“It’s not like it’s something to brag about.”

“Duh?! It is! We’re talking about the Lee Hyunjae.”

You made a disgusted face. “Exactly.”

In High School, Hyunjae was one of the popular kids. Maybe it was because he was tall or because he played basketball or perhaps it was that charming smile of his—either way, everyone was enamored by him. The guys wanted to be his friend and the girls wanted to get into his bedsheets and even the teachers seemed to like him despite his bold demeanor. 

You however felt a little different about him. You’d been in the same school since elementary, so you’d basically seen him grow up. While he was the cool and charming Hyunjae to everyone else, to you he was still Jaehyun, the odd one out, a kid that seemed unable to read the room or purposely didn’t. It wasn’t that he’d never had friends, it was that he couldn’t seem to keep them, sooner or later being left behind for being loud and annoying or for taking one of his pranks too far. The teachers had deemed him a troublemaker, unable to focus and distracting everyone else and your opinion of him wasn’t much better. 

You’d found out he was your soulmate in 4th grade, when the bloody knee he got from playing soccer made your own knee turn red and blue. To say you weren’t pleased was an understatement. You had no intention of being close to such a troublesome kid, worried about ruining your grades and tired of his exhausting personality. Any time you spoke to him, you just ended up bickering about his missing homework or him skipping out on cleaning duty. Honestly, it was draining your energy. So, you kept the whole soulmate thing your little secret, never telling him what you’d discovered. It was easy enough—he was never paying attention to you anyway, so he wouldn’t notice if you shared a bruise or two from time to time. You didn’t tell anyone else either. As far as you were concerned, you didn’t have a soulmate. A lot of people didn’t have one anyway and as long as neither of you got hit in the face no one would find out.

You started to reconsider in middle school though. It wasn’t that you suddenly liked him, even if you had to admit that he’d gotten more bearable. He’d calmed down a little and his pranks too were not completely lacking in sensibility and consideration anymore. Actually he was barely playing pranks at all, keeping a low profile more often than not. And there was something else. 

At first you’d thought the bruises were from playing soccer again, and you would have told him off to be more careful if that hadn’t meant outing yourself as his soulmate. But you realized he never actually joined the guys playing soccer anymore. And it would barely explain the bruises anyway—if they were on your knees, sure, but on your ribs and upper arms? You had your doubts. As they kept appearing, littering your body to a point where you didn’t dare to change in front of other people anymore, your worries grew. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know how to address it and much less if you should in the first place.

“Long sleeves?” Siyeon asked one day during recess, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kinda cold,” you lied.

“Cold? It’s summer! Y/n, I can literally see the sweat running down your temple.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I swear to god, we only have weirdo’s in this class. Hyunjae is the same.” She nodded over to him. You thought he’d been sleeping, his head resting on his arms, but at the mention of his name he looked up. Your gaze briefly met, and for a second there was an odd expression on his face, his eyes lingering on your covered up arms for a second too long. You felt your chest tighten, thinking he knew, and for the first time it wasn’t the soulmate part that frightened you. More than that you worried about the fact that you knew such a deeply vulnerable thing about him. You weren’t close, so surely he wouldn’t want you to know. You opened your mouth, wondering if you should say something, but then he turned back around, resting his head on his desk again as if nothing had happened. Maybe his odd gaze had just been your imagination.

You didn’t go swimming even once that summer, and you assumed neither did he, because the bruises never really left, new ones coming before old ones could heal. You skipped out on P.E class claiming you forgot your things, or changed on the toilet instead and no one seemed to question it, deciding it must simply be a rebellious phase for you. You knew it couldn’t continue like this, but you felt so helpless, caught up in something that shouldn’t be your business. With the history you shared, what could you even say, that wouldn’t sound condescending and meddlesome coming from you? You felt like the issue was slowly eating you up from the inside and a part of you wished you could just wipe off all the bruises and get rid of the connection that tied you to this mess. But even if you could, even if you woke up tomorrow without a single bruise, your skin a blank slate, Hyunjae would still have them. He would still wake up with the same injuries, covering them up for no one to see. It must be lonely, you thought, to go through so much pain all by yourself, hiding it away when really you want someone to notice and hold out a hand to you.

When you spotted him still lingering in the half dark classroom after school was long over, sitting on the floor against the wall and playing something on his phone, you decided to talk to him. 

“You’re still here.”

Hyunjae looked up at you, surprise flashing through his eyes, before he focused back on the screen that was casting a blueish light onto his face. “Mhm.” He shrugged. “You gonna rat me out to the teachers?”

“Aren’t you going to go home?”

“Yeah,” he said, but he didn’t show any intention to leave at all.

It wasn’t exactly how you expected the conversation to go. You’d thought it would be easier. Or maybe you were just caught off guard to see him so calm for once, his energy seemingly used up over the course of the day. He wasn’t making snappy comments or bad jokes. He was just sitting there.

At a loss of what to do, you plopped down next to him, leaving some space between you. You glanced at his phone, watching him play. He didn’t comment on it, but you noticed the way he tilted the screen the tiniest bit so you could see better. The two of you probably sat there like that for almost an hour, until a pop up warned him that he was running out of battery. 

“Shit,” he grumbled, reluctantly closing the game. He shoved his phone into his pocket, but even then he didn’t stand up.

“You don’t want to go home, do you?” You asked and you didn’t expect him to be honest, but he was.

“No.” He paused for a moment before looking over at you, searching for something in your eyes. A sense of fellowship, perhaps. “What about you? You don’t want to go either?”

You hesitated. “That’s not it.”

“Then why?” But it seemed what he was really asking was how? How do you know then, when you’re not the same as me?

“I was worried.”

“About what?”

“You.”

There was another pause and then he laughed, but it didn’t sound convincing. “Why are you always so meddlesome? You don’t have to bug me about my homework anymore, you know? You’re not my mom and I’m fine.”

“But you’re not,” you insisted.

He looked almost angry now and it was weird to see him like that, because through all the years you’d known him, through all the fights you’d picked with him, you’d never seen him angry, not really. “Don’t act like you know me. You don’t know anything.”

You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes, trying to gather some strength. Your fingers clutched the hem of your shirt, holding onto it with a grip so strong it made your knuckles turn white. “I do know,” you pressed out, your voice trembling as you pulled up your shirt enough to reveal your ribcage. Hyunjae made a choked up noise, but it took you a second longer to find the courage to look at him. When you did, there were tears in his eyes. He looked onto your skin in horror, and you knew that he understood what it all meant. You let the hem of your shirt fall back down. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and the way he sounded so shaky, so vulnerable, made tears well up in your eyes too. He wrapped his arms around his body, as if that could somehow hide away the truth you both already knew about.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Jaehyun. It’s not your fault.”

“But I—,” He trailed off. “I’m so sorry.”

“I promise you don’t have to be sorry. And you don’t have to endure it all by yourself either.” You reached out, gently, carefully grazing his hand with your own. To your surprise he didn’t flinch away. Instead, his fingers wrapped around yours. He held onto you like a lifeline, his grip almost painful, but you didn’t complain. In a way you felt grateful that he wasn’t pushing you away. It was weird, because you’d never thought you cared about or liked him. But right in that moment, you thought maybe you did. At the very least you wanted to be someone he could rely on and why would you want that if not because you liked him to some extent?

It would be delusional to think you could magically fix his situation. After all, you were just a kid at the time. But still, you tried to at least be there in ways you could. You’d stay behind after class with him, keeping him company as he played his mobile games. Sometimes you’d use the time to do your homework, and eventually he even joined in, getting you to explain things he had missed due to getting distracted in class. You liked the way his face lit up when he got them right. You were also the one to suggest the basketball club to him. Because you’re tall, you said and it wasn’t a lie, but mainly it was because they practiced late and it gave him a reason to stay behind. You never talked about the bruises again, but you thought they became fewer, the less time he spent at home. Until suddenly, they just stopped appearing.

“We moved,” he ambiguously explained one day, but you understood just fine without him having to say more.

“So…you can go home now?” You asked, looking up from where you were crouched over your math workbooks.

“Yeah.” He paused. “But you still have to explain the homework to me though.”

“Okay,” you smiled and you thought he was smiling too, his head already hunched over the formulas in his book again.

“You’re kidding, right?” Hyunjae greeted you as soon as you came out of the changing rooms after class. He was leaning against the wall, clearly having waited for you. His nose was red and slightly bruised.

“Don’t be mean,” you replied with a pout, your voice slightly muffled by the towel you were holding up against your face, “I have a nosebleed.”

“I can see that." He shook his head with a sigh. "I didn’t think you meant it literally when you said you’d stop the ball with your face.” 

“Neither did I, but it seems this is what fate wanted.”

“Fate my ass. You just suck at sports.” 

“Be grateful you only get the bruise and not the bleeding.”

“Mhm, thanks for not completely ruining my face.” He pushed himself off the wall and started walking down the hallway. After a few steps he turned back around to you. “Stop standing there like a fool. Come.” He didn’t check again if you were coming along, but he didn’t have to because you plodded after him, gym bag in one and the bloody towel in the other hand. Hyunjae stopped in front of the infirmary, knocking but not waiting for a response before pushing the door open. It was empty either way. You awkwardly stood in the doorway while he rummaged through the cabinet.

“Can you not stand there like some playmobil figure? Sit,” he nodded towards the bed in the corner.

“You really keep on insulting me today, huh?” you complained but you plopped down on the mattress anyway.

Hyunjae met your gaze with a grin. “Today? Always.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Mhm, says the one who gave me a super ugly bruise on my face.” He sat down on the wheeled swivel stool, scooting it over until he was right across from you, a box of wet tissues in his hand. “Now let’s clean up that mess.”

When you lowered the towel he pulled a disgusted face. “That’s so gross.”

“It’s just a nosebleed,” you put the towel up again with a frown, “and I never said I needed your help anyway.”

“Don’t be silly.” Hyunjae moved your hand away and tilted his head to take a proper look. “It’s not bleeding anymore, is it?” He mumbled, carefully wiping away the blood stains beneath your nose. It didn’t seem like he actually wanted a reply, so you stayed quiet, fixing your eyes onto the trees outside the window so you didn’t have to look at him this close up. Maybe it should have felt weird to have him take care of you like this. But it didn’t, because Hyunjae was always like this. Even with all the bickering and arguing, even when his friend circle was so vastly different from your own, when it came down to it he’d have your back.

“Can I ask you something?” you broke the silence while Hyunjae momentarily stopped his ministrations in your face to switch out the tissue.

“You mean what I did to deserve a soulmate as clumsy as you? I’d like to know that too,” he replied as he got back to work, but you ignored the silly comment.

“Why didn’t you try to keep it a secret?”

“What?” He sounded genuinely confused about what you were talking about.

“That we're soulmates. Isn't it embarrassing?”

Hyunjae huffed a laugh, not lifting his focus from where he was getting rid of some blood that had made its way into the corner of your lip. “Why would it be embarrassing?” 

“I don’t know. Because you’re one of the cool kids now.” 

That put a challenging grin on his face and he glanced up. “You think I’m cool?” 

“You know that’s not what I mean.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hm,” he paused to think for a moment. “It just never occurred to me. I don’t think there's anything embarrassing about it. You being my soulmate was never something that seemed worth hiding. And I know you'd never tell anyone the things I do want to hide.”

His words made you feel a little guilty, remembering all too well how keen you’d been on keeping it a secret when you'd first found out. 

“To be honest,” Hyunjae continued, “when you told me I felt sorry. But I also thought I got impossibly lucky.”

“Lucky?” 

“Yeah,” he stared at his hands as switched out the tissue again, even though there was barely any blood on it. It felt like he was purposely avoiding your gaze, something that didn’t happen all too often. “I really liked you, you know? Even before you told me.” 

“But I was so mean to you.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Really? Were you mean?” 

“I was totally mean. I always bugged you to hand in your homework. And I scolded you when you didn’t do your cleaning duty.” 

“Yeah. I kinda liked that.” 

You let out a snort and it made a new wave of blood gush out from your nose. 

“Ew.” Hyunjae scrunched up his face as he held up the tissue to catch the blood.

“Are you a masochist or something?” 

“Don’t be like that.” He gave you a dissatisfied pout. “At the time it meant a lot to me. You were the only one who cared enough to get angry. Even the teachers had given up on scolding me. I think I would have repeated a year if it wasn’t for you. So I was grateful. And in middle school too…,” he trailed off. You both knew what he was talking about anyway. 

“I didn’t do anything, though. I didn’t do anything to help.”

“You did. You were there for me. You made me feel less alone. I think I have a lot to be grateful for. So there isn’t really any reason for me to be embarrassed about you, is there?” 

You felt your cheeks flush with heat, taken off guard by his sincere response. It’d never occurred to you that he could think this way about everything. You hadn’t expected him to value it so much, because you’d always felt like you hadn’t done enough, like you hadn’t been good enough of a soulmate for him. So the way he spoke so fondly about you now almost made you want to tear up. 

“Still, isn’t it bothersome?,” you mumbled, trying to distract from how flustered you were. “What if you want to date? Wouldn’t they be put off if they knew you had a soulmate?” 

“What, are you worried about my love life?” Hyunjae grinned, “Or is it you who’s bothered, because you think the reason you can’t get any is because of me? Trust me, y/n, that’s not why. It’s just not very attractive to have blood gushing out of your nose.” 

“Shut up. I was being—” 

“But I might be willing to take responsibility anyway.” 

“—serious,” you completed your sentence, before what he’d said actually reached your brain. “What?” 

He shrugged. “I’m just saying. If you’re worried about ending up all alone because no one wants a klutz like you, you always have a soulmate to fall back on.” When he looked up, his expression was serious, eyes not shying away from yours. “Fall back on me.”

You’d been sitting way too close this entire time, with him tending to your face, but now that he was looking at you so intently it suddenly made you feel nervous. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure this was actually happening. When you replied your voice came out quiet and a little raspy. “I don’t think it’s considered falling back if I never wanted anyone else to begin with.”

A silly smile spread on his lips, making his eyes form crescents. “It’s because I’m so cool, right?”

You shook your head in disbelief before you let your forehead bump into his. “It’s because you’re such an idiot.”

“Hm,” he hummed, his gaze dropping to your lips, before coming back up to your eyes again. “I think I can live with that.”

You weren’t sure who closed the gap between your lips. Maybe it was you, but it didn’t seem to matter either way, because he cupped your jaw and kissed you back. It tasted a bit like iron and a bit like disinfectant and it still made your heart flutter.

“You know,” he eventually mumbled into your lips with a grin, “your nosebleed is making this kinda gross.”

“Don’t ruin this for us.”

“I’m not ruining it. I’m making it special.”

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Slipped My Mind

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader 

Summary: Bruce forgot a very important day and the whole family is making sure he knows it. He tries to fix the mistake before you get home

Word Count: 917

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Bruce was sitting in the Batcave on the bat computer going over some files after a night of patrol. It has been a strange day for Bruce because no one is giving him the time of day today. It all started this morning when he woke up to an empty, cold bed without you. He didn’t think too much about it because you both are busy people with jobs. You own a very popular restaurant downtown. 

Alfred comes down to the Batcave to give Bruce his nightly coffee. Once Alfred is next to Bruce he just throws down the tray in front of Bruce. Bruce looks at Alfred wondering why he just did that, but Alfred just has a straight face. Bruce lets out a sigh and nods his head. He picks up the coffee and spits it out.

“Alfred why is the coffee cold and bitter” Bruce grabs the napkin on the tray and cleans his mouth. 

“I bet that is how Mistress Y/N feels about you today,” Alfred says under his breath then walks away. Bruce looks at him wide eye not understanding where that just came from. He ignores it now and will talk about it later with him. Right now Bruce is tired and just wants to see and cuddle his wife. 

After a bit, the boys come back from patrol. They didn’t want to work with Bruce tonight. They didn’t give a good reason. They just mumbled under their breath and left. 

“How was patrol tonight boys?” Bruce asked trying to make conversation since he was being ignored all day.

“Why do you care about how patrol is when there are more important things to be worried about right now,” Jason says taking off his helmet. Bruce looks at Jason with narrowed eyes trying to understand what he means by that. 

“Jason is right and you need to do better or you are going to lose her,” Dick says with anger behind his tone. 

“Lose her..” Bruce says to himself.

“Have you not noticed that she hasn’t been here all day because I have and miss her!” Damian yells. Bruce starts to think; are they talking about you not being here?

“Y/N isn’t here because you have forgotten your 10-year anniversary,” Tim says out loud. Bruce's heart stops for a second and he looks at the date. They were right, it was you and Bruce’s 10-year wedding anniversary and it has slipped his mind.

He stops everything that he is doing and runs out of the Batcave. He takes off the suit, gets into one of his many cars, and drives to the nearest store at this hour. He goes in and buys everything that you like and rushes back home to get everything set up for you. 

After about an hour you arrive home after a very long day. You go up to your shared room with Bruce and open the door in awe. There are rose petals everywhere with lit candles and all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks. You look at Bruce with a serious face.

“Are you cheating on me?!” you say angrily. 

“Why would you think that?” Bruce says confused.

“Baby, I love you and everything but you aren’t the most romantic person in the world sometimes. You know how to treat a woman very well but you don’t really show it too much. Now I come home on a random day and this is all done. I have to think that you are cheating on me and got caught” you explain and Bruce starts to laugh.

“Oh, this is great. You also forgot” Bruce smiles and walks over to you.

“What did I forget?” you start to think about what was so important about today, and then you remember. Today is your anniversary. 

“Bruce I am so sorry that I forgot. I was so busy this morning getting stuff for the kids. Dick was wearing too small of clothes, so I went shopping for him. Jason needed new guns because somehow he lost them. Tim needed new computer parts. Damian has a field trip so I had to drive to the school and drop it off. Barbara needed help getting somewhere today. Then the restaurant was understaffed tonight so I had to jump in” You ramble on but stop one Bruce pulls you into a hug and leans in to give you a deep, passionate kiss that takes your breath away. 

“Happy anniversary dear. We both forgot and that’s okay” Bruce says and you both laugh at it.

“Wow we really did forget, but it has been the best 10 years of my life” You give Bruce a chaste kiss. 

“Now I haven’t been able to see my wife all tonight and the boys have been giving me the cold shoulder because they think you are mad at me for not remembering,” Bruce says.

“Let me go talk to the boys and explain what really happened,” you say and try to leave Bruce’s hold but can’t get out of his strong grip on your waist.

“Now we still have a few hours left in our anniversary and I want to spend it taking care of my hard-working wife who has been on her feet all day,” Bruce says and picks you up with ease.

“I like the sound of that” You wrap your arms around Bruce’s neck and kiss him. You both spend the night remembering why you got married in the first place. 

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“What are you looking at!?” she glares, as you watch the stream run down to her ankles, “What do you mean, do I feel any different? Feel different how?

“Oh, god, is this about that stupid file you made me listen to? Look, I told you already, hypnosis isn’t real. Get over it. Sorry to burst your bubble. 

“Do I remember what it said? Uhhh… no, I kind of fell asleep listening to it. Wasn’t all that exciting, I guess.

“Okay, seriously -” she’s starting to sound annoyed, now - “I’m not talking about this anymore. I have to get to work, and right now I’m trying to figure out - ugh - why my jeans are so uncomfortable all of a sudden. 

“But, hey,” she chuckles, “thanks for the fifty bucks, I guess.”

“Ummmm, excuse me? Can I get some privacy in here, please? 

“What do you think I’m doing here? What I always do here. You know…

“Okay, fine! I wanted to show you I could still use the potty. I mean, it’s not like I have to go or anything,” she insists, though you can hear her tummy churning, “but then you had to be so mean about it and say I prolly forgot how… 

“Yeah, I know why I’m in diapies!” she’s clearly flustered, “I mean diapers. Rrgh. I had a couple accidents, okay? I don’t know, they just happened. I can still go potty like a big kid - I mean a big girl - I mean a growed-up - grrrr - I’m not a baby, okay?

“What do you mean, I clearly need my diapies? I mean diapies - ugggh!” she yells, her face glowing red, “No, of course they’re dry! I… I think?

“The new file? Yeah, I listened like you told me to. I don’t know why you like those so much, it’s not like they do anything,” she rolls her eyes, as her body shifts automatically into a squat, “plus, you said I’d get candy…

“Now could you not distract me? I’m trying to remember what to - hnnnnph - sorry, trying to remember what to do now…”

For a moment, she’s silent, looking around the bathroom and scratching her head, before she turns it back towards you and sniffs.

“Ew. What’s that smell?” 

For a moment, you wonder if that’s her mouth watering as she looks at the donuts. But no, she’s just drooling. Again. 

She probably doesn’t even remember how she got this reward, what new instructions she had to listen to to be holding them in her hands. Of course, there’s a lot she doesn’t remember lately - how to talk properly, how to walk properly, how to use the potty…

Well, that’s just what she gets for being so stubborn. Maybe, after she realized she’d wandered off to work in soaking wet jeans, she should have learned to stop taking your wagers. But no, she just kept on insisting that hypnosis wasn’t real, and kept signing up for everything you offered - and at a lower price, to boot. 

And now, that leaves her here. You know she’s just going to make a terrible mess of things if she eats on her bed, but you let her have her treat anyway. After all, she’s earned it.  

[polyphonical]

Red Hot Island - Chapter 1

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Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Makoto, Adonis, Chiaki's Room)

Chiaki: …Nn

…Where am I? (-- Aah… Right. This is my room in the dorms…) (Haha. Even if it was only for a moment, I can’t believe I forgot how the room I’ve been living in every day looks like.) (The dream I had was so nostalgic… I think that’s why my head got all confused when I woke up.) (There was something like that, huh… I completely forgot until I had that dream.) (I wonder if he remembers it… That small promise we made in that white room.) (That promise we made while watching our classmates going to the pool. Happily, and full of excitement, despite how hot the summer heat was.) (Well… It’s hard to say that promise was made with the purest intent. It’s more like we were miserably licking each other’s wounds.) (Even though I knew there’s no chance that promise would come true—At that time, my heart definitely felt better.) …Haha. I ended up becoming sentimental. Hmm. If Takamine were here, he’d probably say something like “Morisawa-senpai, you’re basically waving around a death flag.” …Oops. Is it that late already? I can’t just lay here and do nothing. I should probably get ready to go to today’s job.

Location: Star Pro Office

Eichi: Hm...

(I’ll just give this project to him. Next is—Ah, now that I think about it, there were some projects left on hold weren’t there?) (I should respond soon. I have a feeling he’s going to get impatient and come here yelling at me.) [1] --Hm? Hello, Anzu-chan. Good morning. What’s the matter? Hm? You want to hear my opinion? I don’t mind, but… Aah, yes. I have time right now. I was just working on some things that needed to be done by today. So? What was that thing you wanted my opinion on? Ah, perhaps it’s about that proposal you’re holding in your hand? Fufu. You don’t have to be so surprised. It’s basic reasoning, isn’t it Watson? Could I see what you’re holding there? – Thank you. …Aah, this is a project for the ES Fan Event. And the contents are… A sports day at Aquaria Park? Oh, that’s right. Last year, to promote Aquaria Park, wasn’t there a survival game job? If I remember correctly, Hokuto and the others participated, right? [2] Hm. Survival games were too niche, so it was decided that the events would be arranged to be more suitable for everyone. it’s more like variety sports festivals that are shown on programs now.

Next, for the main part… “Treasure hunting”? What’s this? Right, I’m sure it’s just as you say Anzu-chan. It seems the area for western sailboats was added around a month ago. Fufu. I see. Pirates are often associated with water. They can also remind you of treasure. It’s true that pirate manga are popular right now. I think it’s a good idea. It’s clear who the target audience is. Hm? You don’t look satisfied. Is there something you have a problem with? Hm. You’re worried about holding such a large-scale event that isn’t a live all of a sudden? Even up until now, you’ve been in charge of things other than live shows, so I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about. Plus, I don’t think there will be any issues if the work is divided and detailed checks are made throughout. Well, if you’re still worried about it Anzu-chan, how about trying out a limited play test? Hm? Ah, that’s true. I suppose the most efficient way to play test it would be to have multiple people test it at the same time. It increases the chance that something unexpected happening. It’s the easiest way to simulate a situation closer to the real deal. If that’s the case, we could implement the prototype of the treasure hunt game since it’s a limited event. If you want to use the facility, Anzu-chan, I give you full permission to do so. …Hm? Why am I the one allowing you to use the facility? Well, it’s because I’m the one in charge of Aquaria Park. It’s one of the businesses that the Tenshouin conglomerate is running. Eh? Why are you so surprised? I thought you were asking for my opinion because you knew that already. Fufu. It’s okay, I’m giving you permission. If you’re the one asking, I’m more than happy to allow it. ♪ Hm? Um… What’s with that expression? Yes, that’s true. It makes sense that if we’re going to collect data, the people who know what the purpose is should be involved. So you have a request of me? Ah… I understand what you’re saying, Anzu-chan. Well, I suppose I have no choice. Well, if I’m being honest, the benefits of this project are great from Aquaria Park’s perspective. It’d be nice if we could just throw everything in the air and enjoy it as is. But we need to contribute where we can. Hm? That’s true. Then, Anzu-chan, I would like you to choose which members you’d like to go to the pool--

………

Ah, no, it’s nothing. I just remembered something.

………

Could I ask if you leave it to me to gather the test play team? Eh? No… I don’t have any ideas on who, but… You shouldn't worry about it. I’m sure Anzu-chan is busy working on the proposal. You can leave this one to me.

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I have no idea who he's referring to right here sorry ToT

Referring to the story Pool !!

[happyinjection]

♠️♥️High Card Short Story 10 “A Visitor at Sunfields” (3/3)♦️♣️

While the three were having a small talk, something suddenly occurred to Finn, which led to an unexpected development!

Original: https://twitter.com/highcard_pj/status/1674621279737901061

Author: https://twitter.com/poipheno

Artist: https://twitter.com/ebimoji3

Our conversation with Bernard-jiichan carried on for a little while. I spoke to Lindsey on the phone once a week, but we did not get to see each other in person often. Moreover, this time jii-chan offered his persective on the stories I’ve told him, so it might sound like something entirely new to Lindsey.

As expected from jii-chan, he took good care of me. I guess that is fitting for a gentleman.

Obviously I could not talk about the X-Playing cards, so I had to cut a large part out of the whole story about my job, but then again there was not much I had to do everyday as a High Card member. So far it’s enough to give Lindsey the gist of my daily routine.

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot about the most important thing.”

I yelled out.

“What is it?”

“Come to think of it, you mentioned that you might be going on a date today, didn’t you? How did it go in the end?”

At my words, Lindsey retreated and blushed.

“Wha……! Finn! W-what are you talking about?”

His eyes darted around helplessly while he was trying to steal a few glances at jii-chan.

“You told me that earlier on the phone, though? You were asked out on a date.”

“N-n-no, not at all. That’s totally wrong. I was just invited for a dinner… I already turned it down anyway.”

He put his hands forward, shaking them lightly.

“Clyde, wasn’t it? Stuff like accidentally touched hands when picking the same book at the bookstore… it sounds right out of a rom-com film!”

“H-hey, watch it. Don’t make fun of the adults.”

“At first glance he seemed to be tough, yet the eyes behind his glasses looked very kind, right?”

“I never said that!”

I pointed straight at Lindsey.

“Come on, take out your phone right away. Now make a call and tell him you want to meet up.”

“Ehh. No way, no way….. I’m unable to go either way because I have to keep an eye on the kids.”

“What do you think I came here for? I’ll babysit for about the next 2-3 hours. I’m definitely free.”

“But….. I’ve already refused him once, so…..”

“In that case just go on the next day. I’ll take my annual leave! Isn’t that right, jii-chan?”

As if pondering about it jii-chan remained silent for a moment, before giving Lindsey a small nod.

“I can’t guarantee that Leo-sama would approve your leave, but personally I will coax him to do so. However if it turns out that he still wouldn’t allow it… then, I hope you don’t mind if I come here myself.”

“H-how could you possibly say that! Bernard-san!”

“I knew it, jii-chan, you’re always a real one. Come on, it is already settled. Let’s make that call. Y’know what, I’ll do it myself.”

I straightened up and just as I was about to swipe Lindsey’s phone from inside his pocket, Lindsey turned his back on me and glared over his shoulder with a look of disapproval on his face.

“I-I got it, alright…..”

“Come on, make that call right here!”

“I’m not calling anyone!”

While saying so Lindsey fled from the room. I cackled out loud, and jii-chan had a faint smile.

In the end, Lindsey eventually went on a date with Clyde. Initially he appeared to be reluctant to go, yet he brushed his hair, trimmed his beard, and put on a suit which seems to be reserved for special occasions. The usual Lindsey is homely and easily forgettable, but he is honestly a handsome guy. Perhaps he used to be quite popular.

Once, I asked him if he was ever going go get married, but he said that he was too occupied with the orphanage to consider marriage. Apparently, he had been separated from his partner then.

However, I remember that at that time, with a smile blooming on his face as he hugged me, Lindsey told me that he was truly happy just to be with us.

That said, Lindsey also had his own life. He deserved a chance to spread his wings a little. If I managed to do well at Pinochle and get a raise, on top of buying the property, I would also be able to hire people. That would make things easier for Lindsey.

——Just like that, 3 hours had passed. Somehow Bernard-jiichan still kept up with me at the orphanage.

But our presence really did gave rise to a big fuss. Afterall, seeing an unusual visitor, moreover one who was willing to play with them, made the children very excited.

The first thing we did was to play chase. The kids had limitless physical stamina, and that aside they took turns playing, so I became reasonably exhausted. On the other hand, perhaps because jii-chan had a great sense of when to use his stamina, although he must have been running as fast as I was, he did not even seem to be out of breath.

Soon after that, a magic show was set up in the cafeteria. Jii-chan made use of handkerchiefs, trump cards, and other stuff which we already had at the orphanage, and tricked them to disappear or change—thus the kids got excited all over again.

The kids did not even spare a glance at me, but they seem happy nevertheless. Finally, as jii-chan said, “won’t we play together again when I visit?” the show came to a close.

At around the same time Lindsey came back home, so I asked, “how was your date?”, and while looking embarrassed he gave me a V-sign using his fingers. It was known for a fact that this guy enjoyed romance novels and films, but when it comes to his personal romantic ventures, I had no clue about what kind of guy he was. I really did not get what a V-sign means, but I guess I’ll ask him on the phone next time.

Then when the night fell, jii-chan and I hopped to our cars and returned to the branch office. The kids waved their hands at us as they usually did, but this time I’m sure they were directed at jii-chan.

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TL Note: Sorry for the delay! Enjoy!

[kirkypet]

six favorite fics meme

Thanks @thebyrchentwigges for tagging me!

I haven’t been writing very long (certainly not compared to some 😄), but I’m coming up to my 8th writing birthday so it’s long enough to have gathered up six favourite fics and have a reasonable amount of difficulty about it

I’ve written for two main fandoms: Mad Max Fury Road, and American Gods (tv), so I’ll be picking from them. Let’s say three from each:

Fury Road

I had to work my way through my in-canon headcanon, if that makes sense, before I found my fun place in this fandom - AUs. What can I say, I’m not outdoorsy, gritty or action-driven enough to do justice to the Wasteland proper. But AUs have a bit more room for manoeuvre.

I’m still not clear what’s the proper definition of Fury Road characters in another fandom’s universe is, but that’s what these first two are.

A Bladerunner take on Citadel life, transplanted to Los Angeles with cyberpunk Many Mothers and a Very Special Max.

💡 What made me think of it? I plotted it out while being bored by Bladerunner 2049

📚 What It Taught Me: that I don’t need to be scared of writing action

🎶 The Song: Do You Know The Way To San Jose? (Dionne Warwick) … thump thump thump

Rebel smugglers and elite sex workers in space! This is an extended retelling of the quite comical Firefly episode ‘Our Mrs Reynolds’, with a sequel thrown in because this story spawned a delightful villain and an unexpected ship.

💡 What made me think of it? A tumblr prompt post doing the rounds - something about a Wild West brothel Fury Road AU idea

📚 What It Taught Me? That it’s a joy to get comments where people are YELLING. Incoherently yelling.

🎶 The Song That Makes Me Think Of This Fic: Delta Dawn (Skeewiff)

This is actually my most popular Fury Road fic, in terms of kudos. More straightforward this one - it’s not a crossover or mashup, but a simple fairground AU. Byrch gave me tarot advice for this, for which I’m eternally grateful.

💡 What made me think of it? Listening to Fortune Teller (Benny Spellman)

📚 What It Taught Me: That you can get a whole plot from a single song (more or less)

🎶 The Song that Makes Me Think Of This Fic: Going to have to say Sweet Caroline (Neil Diamond) makes me want to cry a little now

American Gods

For me, this fandom’s fic was all about FIXING IT. Fixing the end of season 2, to be more specific. Hence, my first two favourite AG fics are two different flavours of Laura Resurrects Sweeney. They’re both technically series, each consisting of one Resurrection fic, one very short follow-up, and one What Happens Next.

This is the first in the Stir Crazy series, a shutdown-era fic with themes of marriage, belief and shortsighted schemes that have unforeseen consequences. Salim’s in this one - and they’re detectives! (nearly forgot to mention that)

💡 What Made Me Think Of It? The devastation of the end of s2. Simple. The detectives bit to be honest I can’t remember where that came from.

📚 What It Taught Me? I don’t need to be afraid of writing smut (I tackle it in much the same way as I do action)

🎶 The Song That Makes Me Think Of This Fic: Promised Land (by any of the artists who recorded that song BUT name checking Chuck Berry who wrote it)

The first in the I Can Fix Him series. Laura goes to Ireland! Shadow does some self-reflection! Themes include the Geography of Gods (I guess you could say that gods, like grapes, are very sensitive to their terroir), polyamory and everyone acknowledging that they fucked up and being better for it

💡 What Made Me Think Of It? A tumblr picture of a portal tomb in Ireland somewhere, can’t remember the specifics but it was the start of the idea

📚 What It Taught Me: It confirmed that flying from Dublin to the US involves way more liminal spaces than any other international travel

🎶 The Song That Makes Me Think Of This Fic: it’s a toss up between Alive And Kicking (Simple Minds) and Gettin’ Happy (Dolly Parton) - I couldn’t fit it in, but that’s the middle Zorya sister’s song. She deserved some good lovin’

This isn’t a fix-it fic (I’d got those out of my system by then), but was inspired by Boss Level, a movie that improves with every watch. Simple premise stolen from that film - assassination mark gets stuck in a timeloop and starts over every time they get killed. Laura of course is the assassins’ mark - and there are several gods queuing up to take her out. Sweeney included, but his definition of ‘take her out’ is a little unclear.

💡 What Made Me Think Of It: Boss Level, as mentioned

📚 What It Taught Me: it’s a joy to get fanart

🎶 The Song That Makes Me Think Of This Fic: Joy Division Oven Gloves (Half Man Half Biscuit). The line ‘talk to the hands’, specifically

Thanks for asking!

Tagging @evilasiangenius @bethagain @lurkinghistoric and the very lovely @jandjsalmon whom I’ve only just now looked up on tumblr (I see you recc’d one of these - thankyouuu 💚💚💚). Btw this was just my way of answering the ‘what are your 6 favourite fics that you’ve written’ question - do it however you like

[ruminate88]

Processing School Trauma:

School for me was torture. Everyday that I had to be there, I was absolutely miserable. After I was homeschooled, I would have dreams my mom made me go back to school and I would cry and feel like my mom abandoned me… School wasn’t just about being “labeled stupid.” It was about being misunderstood, judged, laughed at and neglected. It was a lonely place and I was daily rejected.

In the 7th grade: I had this computer teacher who was married to a “military man”. She was not only strict, she yelled daily and belittled everyone. The only thing I knew back then about computers was how to play solitaire LOL (it was 2002 btw) my parents never had the internet yet… I never learned how to type. The computer teacher was far from empathetic or understanding. She yelled at me daily. I would ask the guy next to me for help and because I was talking, she stuck me in the far corner by myself against a window where I could hear band practice across the way and I would get sooooo distracted 🤪 I was not typing or keeping up in her class at all…

After computer class, I would go to “reading lab” and I wasn’t a book lover by any means but you better believe I couldn’t wait to get to that class becuase literally, no one talked!!! 😅 not even the reading lab teacher. She would whisper and tell us to read quietly… oh boy, I loved her so much haha However, on occasion she would give us a book we all read together and out loud. I remember one day the computer teacher (I purposely forgot her name) she really shook me up one day just yelling at me and I was a nervous wreck! I get to reading lab and it was “my turn to read” 😳😳😳 ahhhh the reading lab teacher was like, “okay it’s your turn to read out loud to everyone.” And oh gosh I hadn’t stopped shaking yet and all I could think of was “plzzzzz hold it together and don’t cry!!!!” I was shaking the book so hard on my hands trying to remain calm and just get through it all.

Gym was also a nightmare. I purposely wore high heels to school so I could take an F and have to sit out. I can’t tell you how many times a ball of some sort would smack me in the face 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I nicknamed myself “The Human Ball Target” LOL Also had a bus driver that yelled and carried a whistle. He blew that stupid thing daily. I would leave off his bus with the biggest headaches… This is all just part of the things I remember about school that I detested!!!

Not all my teachers were mean or cold. 3rd grade was probably my best teacher ever. Well and 4th grade Mrs. Washington wasn’t too terrible either I suppose… I just remember school being the one place I felt the smallest, dumbest, weakest and the most misunderstood/misjudged. I got tired of kids acting like they knew who I was when they barely knew my name 🤪 “Popular” girls were so stuck up in middle school. They always talked down to me like I wasn’t a person and sadly, whenever they wanted a “piece of gum” or to “barrow a pencil”, they had to ask me….

Also in 6th grade, this guy named Robbie Williams punched me in my arm becuase I put his chair down for him off his desk 😝😳 I mean… how stupid is that???? He couldn’t stand that I was nice to him and he couldn’t stand me period. Punching me was satisfying to his ego and my reaction was to walk away and go sit at my desk… My mom asked why I didn’t tell the teacher and it’s like “uhhh cuz that’s only something a wimp would do.” I never told on Robbie or wanted to get him in trouble. I just realized in that moment he’s a bully, to leave him alone and I found out years later in high school, that he was physically abusive to his girlfriend and I believed it 😔🥴😳 That’s terrible!!

Sure, being homeschooled was obviously scary quiet. Only me there. Everyone at work and left me to my own devices. I taught myself everything at that point. It felt like the ultimate neglect. HOWEVER, you couldn’t have paid me a million dollars to go back to hell, I mean, school…..

[dreamyautumns]

My first DRv3 fic on this acc🩷💙💚

Today I offer you my “shrinking motive” (popular motive for these types of stories ik), featuring tiny Kaede and Shuichi and giant Rantaro! Enjoy~

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In two days, EVERY student here will die! Puhuhuhuhu!

“Everyone will die… no… it won’t end like this!” Kaede whimpered. On top of the shrinking motive, now every student was going to die. And at a measly 4 inches, there was nothing the pianist could do. She was stuck. Utterly stuck. Kaede curled up into a little ball and cried into her knees.

At least everything was set up before I was shrunk.

“Akamatsu-san?”

Kaede turned around. Out of the eight participants shrunk, Shuichi was amongst them. At least Kaede still had him.

The detective extended his hand to her and helped her off the floor. Kaede wiped her tears and put a smile over her face. “H-hi… Shuichi.”

“This motive is truly unfathomable. I can’t even begin to imagine why Monokuma would want us like this.”

“What happens if… we don’t make it?” Kaede asked.

“Don’t say that. We’ll find a way to get back to normal and stop the mastermind.”

Kaede nodded her head. “Right. I think this whole shrinking thing’s just got me all worked up. We should probably find a way to return to our normal height.”

“We also need someone to take care of us,” Shuichi added. “But who to trust…?”

I can’t stay with someone for too long. It’ll totally throw off all my plans! Kaede thought. But Shuichi will find it suspicious if we separate…

“Well it can’t be Gonta. As much as he’s a sweetheart, he might accidentally crush us if he isn’t looking,” Kaede mused.

“Kaito is definitely too rough to be able to handle shrunken students,” Shuichi stated.

“No way in hell am I trusting Korekiyo. He seems like the type of guy who would torture us just to see how we’d react.” Both teens shivered.

“How about Kirumi?” Shuichi asked.

“She’s probably too busy helping others…” Kaede trailed off. “She’d be our safest bet, but she’s definitely too far to reach.”

“Tsumugi?”

“No.”

“Fine then, what about Himiko?”

“She’ll be with Tenko, and if we go to Tenko, she’ll only take me and not you. You know how she is with boys.”

“We’re forgetting someone,” Shuichi tilted his cap downwards on his head.

“Yeah, you forgot about me.”

The pair of shrunken friends hadn’t realized it, but someone had been watching them the entire time. Kaede and Shuichi turned and saw Rantaro kneeling on one knee, his arm supporting his weight by resting on his leg. His grassy green eyes were wide with concern.

“A-ahh! A-Amami-kun, how… how much of that conversation did you hear?” Kaede asked, backing away.

“I heard everything,” the green haired boy replied. “If you guys are trying to hide, you aren’t doin’ a very good job of it.”

“Wait! Amami-kun?!” Shuichi yelled up, cupping his hands around his mouth, “can you keep us safe?!”

“You mean like… protection?” Rantaro asked, tilting his head. His hair fell over his face like blowing leaves.

“Yes!”

The giant squinted. “How do I know you two aren’t planning to kill me when I’m not looking?”

“Ugh, HOW will we do that?! Look at us! We’re 4 inches tall!” Kaede yelled up at him.

Rantaro sighed, his breath smelling of minty tea. The shrunken pair was nearly blown away.

“Fair point,” the green haired boy rumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck in annoyance, but extended a palm out to them. “Get on.”

“You… won’t hurt us, right?” Kaede asked. At the end of her statement, she mumbled, “it’d be pretty easy to get away with two kills right now…”

“Kaede!” Shuichi hissed through gritted teeth. The pianist inched away, silencing herself before hesitantly reaching out for the hand in front of her. Rantaro waited there patiently, his eyes twinkling.

“You gonna trust me?”

Kaede looked up at him and gently stepped into his hand. His palm was warm to the touch, his rings shining in the faint light. Shuichi did the same and grabbed her hand to reassure her.

“We’ll trust you.”

Rantaro began to move. Kaede held onto his finger - which could flatten her easily - as the giant brought them up to eye level.

“You guys really are small… gosh, I couldn’t even imagine bein’ all the way down there,” Rantaro mused.

Shuichi shuffled a bit. He was clearly uncomfortable. Kaede took note of this and looked ahead. “Hey; Amami-kun?! Can you do us a favor?!”

“Hmm? What’s that?” Rantaro asked, his voice deep and imposing. It was like that of a deep abyssal echo.

“Can you take us to your room for now?! I think we just need a minute to process everything!”

“Alright,” the giant answered. “Hang on tight, you two.”

And with that, he turned and walked down the hall and towards the door to outside. Kaede, though hesitant, was sure they’d be ok.

We’re counting on you, Amami-kun…

[ithinktoodumb]

Would you miss my presence?

I wish to leave…

I wish to leave these walls we call home.

It doesn’t feel like home.

It hurts me; being judged, then being pampered and the being judged for wanting to be loved truly

I’m just a kid. What do you expect me to do?

I tried working at bettering my academics, it only got worse. It only gets worse.

I tried a sport, but you stopped me. My academics matter more you said.

I tried,and I tried, and I tried… and I did good sometimes. I was the best sometimes- but you only found faults. You questioned my ability. You said “oh the play must be easy”, the shock where you went “really? You did good?”

You tried being a nice parent, you tried following what the books told you- how to parent, what teens want. You read them all. But you forgot to read me.

You occasionally bust out claiming you’re proud of me, of who I am, of what I do or what I did. And those instances are where I’ve either put the dishes inside or organised the house. I don’t understand if that’s sarcasm you use or the lines from books you randomly remember to use.

And that hurts me more, because you never have appreciated something I truly loved doing. You tried supporting me, you tried, but you failed. You blamed me again. I’m the root of all cause, you said.

“Not everything’s meant to revolve around you”, you yelled. I could see the disappointment in you.

I tried explaining, but tears ran down my face. Caging my mouth, stopping me from expressing myself. Communication has always been an issue among us. Why? I didn’t know. But I need you to understand, I require things to revolve around me, i need you mum and dad.

I miss how things were before. When all our schedules matched, when our time together was more important than grades; when we understood each other.

We live under the same roof, and yet you know nothing about me. You still think I like art. You still get me the Vada form that one shop. You still think I’m popular in school.Ma, papa, that’s not me anymore.

I’ve grown. Time flew and you missed seeing me rise. The office work seemed more important and now you’re imposing it on me. But I don’t want school to be most important for me. It’s you. You’re my most important. Please don’t take you away from me.

I love you guys, little brother you too.

But I keep thinking…

Ways to end this pain, this change, this life.

I don’t want it. And even if I try I can’t keep it.

I’m sorry I didn’t reach your expectations. I’ll do better.

Don’t you wish little brother was your only child?

I ponder on that a lot… I see you guys happy, way happier than you are now.

This would have been my final goodbye, on an app none of you know of. It would have been lost in the archives… but I’ve decided to live.

I did survive the last six years, two more won’t hurt.

In those two years I’ll take you guys to travel all across the world. We’ll visit every place we can possibly think of.

And back to India would be our last adventure together. That’s when I bid goodbye.. somewhere cold, unaware of my environment, I’ll be washed away in the waters and be one with the sea.

You taught me swimming, but this time around I would choose to not do what I was taught and do what I’ve wanted to do for the past eight years.

Ill drown.

I’ll drown, thinking about every moment in my life that has bought me joy. And I know that those moments would be you guys…

I love you all, truly

You’re my favourite humans and I didn’t do what I did (tried to end my existence)because of you. I just had to.

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I got yelled at, and this went on in my mind. I need help. My suicidal episodes keep flashing before my eyes.

[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 7: Benefits ||

News about the benefit concert for Jimin has spread like wildfire. He doesn’t seem to have any idea, unless he’s really good at acting.

Besides Yoongi, who came up with the idea, a few other dance and music students have volunteered to perform. It’s amazing to see how many people care so much about Jimin to make this happen.

I’ve managed to convince him to go to a benefit concert for “someone who’s name I forgot”. He started complaining about being stuck inside so I took that opportunity to invite him out. I knew he wouldn’t be able to say no.

He’s nervous about facing everyone though, he’s been cleared to walk around without his crutches and he began physical therapy this week. I had to promise him that we’d sit as far away as possible so no one would see him. He claims he doesn’t want to take the attention off of “whoever the benefit concert is for” and would rather stay out of sight. If only he knew this was for him.

Hoseok’s dance crew made it the finals which won’t see him arriving back home until Saturday. It’s too bad he’ll miss everything, but as always he sends his best and reminds Jimin to do his exercises regularly and eat well.

I told Namjoon and Tae that we would be at the concert and they promised to make sure no one would see us sneaking up to the second floor to watch from there. I also told Jin who offered to be the MC, he agreed to make sure people stay in the lower level.

I plan to get us there a little late hoping everyone will be in their seats by then and won’t see us. It proved to be a good idea, we were able to take the elevator up and enter the theater unnoticed.

Jin is already on stage bringing smiles to the crowd before the performances begin. Jimin looks on with a smile happy to have a night out.

The first performance begins with a string quartet accompanying a couple of waltzing dancers. It’s a mesmerizing performance but I keep catching myself looking at Jimin. He maintains his focus on the stage absorbing each performance and claps enthusiastically after each one. He smiles with pride watching his friends and classmates take the stage. It’s so endearing and he just looks so adorable.

Jin comes out before the final performance to announce how much money had been raised. I don’t know why this is making me nervous. There’s a decent sized crowd here, much bigger than I expected, so I’m sure enough money has been raised to cover Jimin’s tuition. Still, my heart continues its heavy palpitations.

“Are you guys ready?” Jin yells to the crowd.

Everyone in the audience cheers in excitement. Even Jimin, who’s still unsure of who the money is even being raised for, is at the edge of his seat waiting to find out.

“You guys,” Jin says reading a piece of paper in his hand. “We didn’t raise the goal amount.” The crowd falls silent in disappointment. “We raised DOUBLE the goal amount for Jimin’s tuition!”

Jin waves his arms in the air and the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. Jimin is staring in disbelief with his mouth hanging open. He looks at me but can’t seem to speak, he only points to himself with a questioned look on his face.

“It’s for you,” I nod with a smile. “Everyone wanted to help you so you won’t have to worry.”

“You all did this for me?” He whispers. “Everyone was performing for me?”

“Of course. You deserve all of it.”

Jin leaves the stage and Yoongi steps up to take his seat at the piano. Of course Yoongi would be saved for last. He begins playing as Jimin looks on with his eyes that have now grown 3 times their size.

Yoongi’s song is light and soft and his fingers dance across the black and ivory keys with the perfect amount of smoothness. He looks like he’s swimming as he gets deeper into the song.

He may not say much, but there’s no denying his absolute musical genius. He’s produced songs for a few hip hop artists, and is the most professionally credited person at this school, but here he is playing piano for donations to help his friend.

Jimin is going through a range of emotions. I notice a tear start rolling down his face while he smiles on keeping his focus on Yoongi. One tear turns to a few, and then an endless stream soaks his face all the way down to the collar of his shirt. I pull some tissue out of my purse and hand them to him.

“Thank you,” he whispers with a smile. “So much.” He wipes his tears but doesn’t turn his attention back to the stage just yet.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I say. “This was actually Yoongi’s idea, the rest of us just helped out.”

“Yoongi’s idea?” He looks back towards the stage and smiles fondly. “How could I ever repay you all?”

“You don’t have to. All we want is for you to focus on your recovery, which is why we took care of your tuition so it won’t be a problem.”

He continues looking on as Yoongi finishes his song and Jin returns to the stage to wrap things up and once again hype the crowd about doubling the donation goal.

Jimin is even more nervous about facing everyone right now so we stay behind until the place clears out. As we wait Namjoon, Tae, and Jin, who are the only ones that know we’re here, come up to see Jimin and say hi.

He’s embarrassed to have them see him with his eyes red and puffed from his tears, but he’s beyond grateful. They all give him a hug and tell him how happy they are to see him.

This concert has filled him with a fresh sense of optimism and joy. He’s barely able to see with the way his eyes close almost completely when he smiles. When I get him back home I have to keep him from bouncing around on his leg too much.

I know he hates to feel indebted to people, and he always feels indebted even when he’s told that it’s a gift, but right now I swear he could fly. The car ride back he cycled between tears of joy, sadness, and gratitude all in one short trip.

We get inside and he heads straight for the kitchen.

“Let’s celebrate!” He shouts with a big smile. He opens the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of soju. “I haven’t needed my pain medicine lately so I can drink and I want to celebrate!”

“Sure!” I follow him into the kitchen and laugh as he bounces around on his one good leg. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Mina, I’m more than happy, I can’t even explain it!” He places his hand over his heart and smiles brightly at me. “I didn’t even know that many people even cared. I don’t really know how to explain it but I feel really motivated. I want to get better and I want to dance, and then I’ll dedicate my comeback concert to everyone that supported me.” He pours a couple of glasses of soju and hands me one. “Thank you for being here with me. Even if it is for your project.” He winks and raises his glass before inhaling the entire thing in one go.

“Not just for my project,” I mumble before downing my drink too.

“Another,” he says refilling the glasses.

Another turned to a few more then a few bottles gone. We’ve made our way to the couch and have something playing on the tv but we’re not sure what it even is. We keep talking nonsense to one another, giggling and playfully throwing the decorative pillows at each other.

“Mina, are you going home?” He asks suddenly.

“What? Now? No. I can’t even see straight. I’m staying here.” I laugh leaning over and laying my head across his lap.

“Good,” he giggles. “Stay here.”

“Where else would I go?”

“I don’t know. You’re always here.” He laughs then stops abruptly. “Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Do you like me? I mean really like me?”

“What?” I ask sitting up surprised by his question. “What are you trying to say? You think I like you?” Well yes I do, but he doesn’t need to know that. Not now. Not unless he feels the same?

“You do?” He whispers.

“That’s not what I said!”

“You’ve been here all week and I haven’t seen you touch your camera once. I tried to tell myself I was just being crazy, but you really like me…”

“Jimin, you’re being crazy. Stop talking.” I’m drunk and weak, if I don’t stop this conversation now I’m going to find myself slurring some half coherent profession of my feelings for him. I can’t embarrass myself like that.

He leans in close to my face and smiles.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? I like you too.”

“You what?” No way he just said that. I heard him wrong, right?

“I had a lot of soju.”

“Yes. But what?”

He closes the few inches between us and stops just short of brushing his lips with mine. My heart is beating out of my chest as I look into his eyes. His smile has turned into a smirk and although he’s been cute and endearing all day, his look has suddenly changed to dominant and intimidating. I’m frozen unsure of what to do. What my brain is telling me to do isn’t the same as what my mind is telling me to do, the conflict is paralyzing.

“I’m afraid of making a mistake,” he whispers against my lips. “But I don’t know if I’m able to stop myself right now.”

Before I can open my mouth to stutter some sort of response he presses his lips into mine. He feels so soft and tastes so sweet. He pulls back for a second and I just stare at him. I still can’t speak, so I give up all control of my body and let my heart guide me.

I lean in and kiss him again not wanting to let the feeling of him get away just yet. I can feel his hand caressing my arm and pulling me closer to him. No, I don’t think I ever want to let this feeling go. Everything in me has been released and I can’t hold back anymore.

Tasting his lips has evolved to tasting the inside of his mouth. Our tongues tangling with each other leaving us with no room to breathe. His hand slides down my arm and wraps around my waist sending a wave of goosebumps through my entire body. He leans my back across the couch and positions himself between my legs, all while never releasing my lips.

Fuck he feels amazing. His pillowy soft lips, his soju stained tongue, his incredibly fit body pressed against mine. I would love to suspend time right now and hold on to this for as long as possible.

He pulls back a moment and looks down at me. I nearly whimper as the loss of his lips leaves me feeling cold.

“What are we doing?” He whispers.

“Making out?” I say after a short pause.

“No, I mean,” he chuckles. “We’ve had a lot to drink.”

“Yes?”

“Maybe we should get some sleep.”

“Maybe?” I raise my eyebrow trying to figure out what he’s trying to say.

He sits back up and looks down at me for a brief moment.

“Yeah,” he says grabbing my arm and pulling me off the couch with him.

“Jiminie, what are you doing?” I ask as we stumble our way to his bedroom.

“Jiminie?” He asks. Hoseok calls him that all of the time, but it has just occurred to me that this is the first time I’ve called him that. Out loud.

“Uh yeah maybe we should get some sleep.” I usher him into the bed and lay on the opposite side, which has become my place since I’ve fallen asleep in his bed a number of times these past few weeks. We always keep Blossom the stuffed cat between us to set our boundaries.

However, boundaries seem to no longer exist when we’re four bottles of soju in. As soon as we both are able to get ourselves tucked in, my body finds itself rolling over to Jimin’s side and resting my head on his chest. He snakes his arm around me and places a soft kiss at the top of my head.

Without saying any more we both fall asleep cuddled up with one another.

[seiwas]

Hi Sel and anons!!!! ♡ 

first off, I think it’s so cool you’re having this sleepover!!! The atmosphere feels so friendly and heartwarming!😭🫶

and alsooooo… I have a story!! kinda bittersweet but I wanted to share! (but if there’s too many asks and you’re too tired then you don’t have to read and respond to this one! I send you flowers and hugs and please rest up🥺🫶)

So I know that some people don’t really count relationships from middle school as a REAL relationship but I feel like if you’ve learned something from it then it’s kind of important yk??? I’m in uni right now but I still think about this relationship I had in 8th grade every now and then bc of how bittersweet it kind of was.

So I met this guy at a friends party in 7th grade and I had kinda already known about him since he was pretty popular, and that night we had really clicked and became friends pretty quickly. After that we saw each other pretty often anyways since we had that same close friend (the one who threw the party). And I think by the end of that year I had already had a bit of a crush on him????? And then summer came… and I kinda completely forgot about him lol🤭

and THEN! It was the first day of eighth grade and my math teacher was taking attendance for the first class that day in the morning and it had all been going pretty good bc I got to be in the same class as a friend of mine at the time and we sat together.

And all of sudden my teacher calls HIS name on the attendance sheet and my heart very much stopped for a second and skipped a beat💀 and that’s when I kinda realized “oh shit,,,this wasn’t JUST a short-time crush🧍‍♀️”

the reason I didn’t know that he was in that class was bc he wasn’t even there when the teacher called his name, he was actually running late lol so it was a complete jump-scare. After a bit, he finally showed up and kinda just joked about why he was late (he was very much the class clown type) and he surveyed the room to see where he would sit and his eyes landed on me and my friend and he had recognized both of us and sat behind me and when he passed us he was very smiley and was like “wow I’m so glad you guys are in this class with me😃”.

And that’s the day my heart doomed me into yearning for this guy for almost the whole school year💀 

we were around each other almost everyday and our friendship was basically the sarcastic banter type. he was a jokester who could be very cocky and charming but also very dramatic/whiny when he wanted to (I think I was doomed to love gojo now that I think about lmao💀) and I was the one who basically kept him grounded, took him off his high horse and retorted sarcasm right back at him.

At some point during the middle of the year I actually started to notice that he was doing gestures that were more than friendly, and eventually he admitted to liking me a bit past the middle of the year and more towards the end of the school year. And then we started dating! 

so I mentioned that this was all kind of bittersweet for a reason. After we started dating, our friends eventually started telling a bunch of people about how we were together and well he was very popular in our grade and was very much known by everyone and they all basically couldn’t believe that he was going out with me (or at all in general with how much of a jokester he was), since I was kinda known for being the quiet girl in our grade. 

This brought a lot of unwanted attention. He kinda took this all with stride and laughed everything off and started making comments about our relationship and friendship that kinda bothered me.

AND THEN, while I walked around school, people who I didn’t even know would come up to me or sometimes even yell from across the hall and ask “no way! are you (his name)’s girlfriend???” and they would start asking me things like “why would YOU go out with HIM, that’s SOOOO unlike either of you” and say things like “there’s no way”, or “you poor soul”. 

This all annoyed me very much because I didn’t even know these people so how would they even know about my personality like🤨???

unfortunately, this still kinda got to me.

all of this pressure kinda bothered me bc it was definitely unwanted and uncalled for and I just felt so alone through all of it bc he was fine and was used to it but I wasn’t. And bc of the pressure and some of those comments that he had made, I kinda lashed out at him for not being supportive and I remember he lashed out at me for not really showing him any affection lately (which was due to the fact that I didn’t really even want to be around him while there was other people because of all the staring). 

And then I broke up with him, and even when we weren’t together, I was still getting unwanted comments like “I’m so glad you broke it off”, “your way better off without him”, and “yeah your personalities didn’t even match!”

I really hated these comments bc deep down I honestly missed him and our banter and our friendship in general.

I still count this as my first relationship because I learned things about myself and the people around me.

I learned that I shouldn’t let the comments of other’s get to me and have them decide who I should like and not like and that I should just stand my ground. I also learned to just communicate with someone if I’m feeling alone or frustrated, bc who knows, maybe if I had told him how alone and frustrated I felt maybe he would’ve listened and talked with me🤷‍♀️.

I’m sorry if this was too much for the sleepover😭 I just really felt like sharing this story but I didn’t really know how to space it out or how much I should say. This is actually my first time ever telling anyone about this and what I went through that year. 

I hope this wasn’t too bittersweet or tiring to read🥺🫶 you’re an amazing writer btw and I’ve LOVED everything you’ve written💖(especially the col series😭)!!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful week Sel and that you’re happy!! I send you so many hugs!!!! ♡

nonie hello 🥹 welcome to the sleepover!! ✨

let’s have a sleepover!! 💗 send me any questions/stories you wanna share!!!

oh gosh you are so sweet 🥺 everyone's been so cute sharing their stories for the sleepover tbh !! i'm glad it feels friendly and heartwarming 🫶🏻 you are also so thoughtful !!! so precious telling me to rest up omg, it's okay!! i love love love reading the lil stories you all sharing 💗

aaah and your story omg i totally agree!! doesnt matter how short-lived, how young a relationship was!! i think if it taught you something or left a mark in you, it definitely means smth!! 🥺

it's so cute how he came into class and immediately recognised you and your friend and said he was glad to have both of u in the same class 😭 his personality is so gojo now that you mention it omg 😭 but it's so cute how you found your dynamic that way!! i find the lead-up and development of your relationship so so cute and am so sorry that it had to end the way it did 🙁

people can be so nasty and stinky sometimes, especially in school 😭 i seriously can't believe that they said the things they did to you and him 😭 like i know you alr know that it shouldn't matter what they say, but they're honestly so rude for being so doubtful of your relationship 😭 like you said, who are they to know who you are!! and what your relationship is like (esp since you were even friends beforehand)!! + it's so rude of them to comment on it even after the break up like 'i'm so glad u broke it off' as if there was anything wrong with the two of you in the first place?? when it was just THEIR comments making you conscious abt it 😭

i'm so sorry that you had to let a good thing go because people just wouldn't shut up nonie 🙁 but i'm also glad that you've made your reflections about it!! and still see it as smth important to you 🥹 do you think you'd ever talk to ihim again? / try to be friends with him again? (i know it can sound a bit silly, considering it was back in 8th grade, but it seems to be an important friendship given how you still think about it now and miss it!)

please don't apologise for sharing!! aaah i appreciate you for trusting us here with your story!! you are too sweet 🥹 and it is definitely not too bittersweet and not too tiring to read!

i think i can relate a bit in that, i had a 'thing' (not even labelled anything) before i got w my bf rn. it lasted a few months and was in my 2nd year of hs but i think i thought about it for a while, and sometimes still think about it to this day (don't get me wrong tho, i'm v happy in my relationship rn!). long story short! we got paired together for an event, started talking and got close, then admitted to liking eachother and kept it at that. we had nicknames for each other, still continued to talk, and he even had one of my hair ties!! as a smth of me that he could keep w him. until he had to go for exchange abroad (for a semester), then he stopped replying more and more. i got kind of ghosted? but chalked it up to him being busy abroad, until he came back and i realised that he really just wasn't talking to me the same way anymore.

i let it go but tbh i felt rlly heartbroken! it was weird bc i don't think i loved him, but it took a while for me to get over it! and what sucks is we had to work on a project together the summer after too 😭 but!! thankfully we managed to talk it out and he explained why when i asked him what happened. he moved to a different school the year after and took uni abroad too! until he came back for good just last year!! our friend groups overlap so he's started hanging out with us more lately too and while things with us are good, as in, we can act like friends again!! i think a part of me still aches a bit? it's so weird!! i'm definitely over him, and am very happy and in love with my bf right now!! but when it's time for goodbye hugs i get really sad bc his hugs feel really tight and feel a second longer 😭

he's a really sweet guy!! super nice, super kind!! super funny!! can talk about serious things but also joke around, very considerate and well-mannered!! tbh my bf and he get along so well 😭 they could be a bromance fr 😭 (my bf knows abt everything HAHA) when our group hiked last year, he helped me when i had a tummy ache climbing the mountain 😭 so honestly i think, even tho what we had was short lived, i think, like you, i really miss the friendship yknow? cos i genuinely think he's a cool guy!! i always have good convos with him and would love to be close to him again as friends, except, i don't think it could ever be that way anymore bc of the history we have? smth like that!!

anyway!!! sorry i also shared a bit there omg 😭 but i totally get what u mean nonie 🥺 you are also so sweet for reading my stuff AAAH thank you soso much and im so glad you enjoy them 🥹 i am so touched you think im an amazing writer jhsbajsd (col is my baby!!!) i hope you're having a SPLENDID week too and thank you so much for coming in here to share this with us 🫶🏻 i am hugging you right back!!

[zephyruswrites536]

Alright, so

(Back at it again with me ranting about a movie I watched and how marauders era- or tma this one wasn’t- characters fit in!)

Now, if you don’t know this:

Sorry you have to scroll down to see- but the andromeda fan cast I have come to know as the most popular is Keira Knightley’s character Cecilia in Atonement-

The story !spoilers! Is about Briony Tallis, her sister Cecilia and Robbie Turner and the unfortunate events that happen within a few shorts years. Briony is given a note by Robbie to give to Cecilia that is very lewd and she reads it before giving it to her sister- then later the same day she finds them in the library having s//x… then even later Briony finds her cousin being r//ed by a man says it’s Robbie for some godaweful reason because I suspect she’s jealous- and then he gets imprisoned even though he did nothing wrong, he joins the war(the beginning events all happened sometime in 1939 I believe.) because he could do that or rot in prison- then he tries getting back to his love Cecilia but never does- he dies- Cecilia broke from her family who had forsaken her lover and joined the nursing staff for the military, and died in a bomb shelter that was flooded. Briony, after the war starts doesn’t go to Cambridge but instead joins the nursing staff like her sister, she hopes to own up for her mistakes, but never does… she never gets to say sorry for what she did- it’s all very depressing. But it’s the reason the movie is called atonement- the definition for “atonement” is reparation for a wrong(or injury)- if you don’t know what reparation means, it’s basically just making amends.

Now, knowing that this was the fancast for Andy- I’ve been thinking since we finished the movie(my family and I), that it kinda fits her narrative canonically. Take out the umm- sexual part and it makes sense.

Narcissa(Briony) catches Andromeda(Cecilia) and Ted(Robbie) together and tells her family about it in a state of worry for her sister’s happiness and health. Andromeda runs away from her family, angry at Narcissa for exposing her before she herself could properly introduce her love, and leaves with Ted. In the end they are both killed by Deatheaters and Narcissa has to pay for the death of her sister, watching from the sidelines.

(I forgot to mention) In the movie, Briony goes to visit Cecilia and say her apologies and clear the air because she misses her sister quite a lot, she goes it doesn’t really go easy because- what she did was very wrong- but Robbie turns out to be there, and yells at briony, Briony confesses what she really saw(an important plot point of you watch the movie, I don’t care to say it here) and then she leaves saying she’d tell the truth to everyone she had lied to.

It turns out this was all a lie- One Briony(I forgot to mention she’s a writer, she writes plays and novels) falsified to give her sister and Robbie a better outcome: because in real life, Robbie died waiting for transport back to England, and Cecilia died(as I said) in a flooded bomb shelter. In her fictional world of the book she wrote, they live happily ever after in a cottage by the sea.

I like to think Narcissa was a writer when she was younger, she’d use her own stories to escape the hell hole she lived in. And I like to put that in retrospective to this story- her writing Andy and Ted a nice ending because they had such a horrible one.