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thefallennightmare · 1 year ago

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Just Pretend-three

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Parings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: i hate how this took me all day to write. I just want to keep writing this story!

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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I sat in the front lounge area of our bus on the couch with my legs crossed, laptop in my lap, as I scrolled through the Spotify playlist I finished creating. It was quiet up here, the rest of the guys of Hollow Souls were scattered throughout; Malcolm was out for a run around the block, Chase was hanging on Bad Omens bus, and Trey was still asleep in his bunk.

It was only 9:30 in the morning but I knew he would sleep most of the day away especially since it was our day off. We were already at the next city, parked in the venues lot, and since we didn't have to worry about sound check or setting up yet, we all did our own things.

Me? I had been debating all morning if I should create this playlist but in the end figured it was the best thing to do. I was touring with Bad Omens after all, shouldn't I be familiar with their songs?

For the next while I let Noah's voice blast through my headphones as I danced in my seat as Limits played, banged my head as Hedonist screamed in my ear, and felt my heart fall out of my ass when his soft voice of If I'm There buried deep in my soul. The lyric struck me right away and the pure raw emotion that oozed out of Noah made my heart skip a beat, almost as if I was about to pass out.

Fuck what Trey thinks, I need to watch these guys perform tomorrow night.

Malcolm came bounding up the steps, sweat dripping from his auburn hair that was falling around his bare shoulders in waves, and gave me a smile.

"Okay two things," I scrunched up my nose as he sat next to me. "How the fuck do you run so early in the morning, with your hair down no less? And you fucking stink."

"Oh, listening to our tour buddies I see," he ignored my observations by nodding to my laptop screen.

I shrugged. "I was the only one of us that wasn't familiar with them and now I'm pissed it took me so long to discover them. They're amazing."

Malcolm agreed with a nod. "Noah's voice has grown so much from their first album, it's actually impressive. It would be sick if we got him on a song for our next album."

"Trey would immediately shut that down. He hates collab's between artists," I closed my laptop and set it on the small kitchen table next to me.

Malcolm sighed while running a hand through his long locks. "We really should talk about-."

"No," I sliced my eyes into him. "I'm not having this conversation with you when he's a few feet away from us. We can talk about it later when he's not around."

"Alright," he nodded. "I'm going to hop in the shower. Chase still with the Bad Omens guys?"

"I think so," I answered, watching as he stood and made his way to the bathroom.

"Cool. You should get ready, we're going to hang with them for the day. Wear something cute!" Malcolm called over his shoulder before the bathroom door shut.

I blinked slowly at the space in front of me for a few moments before staring down at my outfit; black leggings and an oversized shirt. Which would have been fine for a day of lounging on the bus but going out in public called for an outfit change.

And that Noah will be there has nothing to do with it.

Ignoring the voices in my brain, I trekked over towards my bunk where I had a suitcase already open, clothes folded neatly into small piles and rummaged through before deciding on a pair of biker shorts and one of our merch shirts I rolled up the bottom of to show off part of my stomach. It was a warm day in Wisconsin so I wanted to be comfortable.

As I slipped on my docs and finished french braiding my hair, Malcolm emerged from the bathroom also dressed and ready to go.

He nodded in approval. "Much better."

I snorted and patted his chest while walking past him. "Glad you think so."

"I think you should change your shirt though."

"What's wrong with my shirt?" I asked suddenly self conscious about the way I looked. "If it's showing too much, I can change-."

"Fuck," Malcolm sighed. "Trey's warped your mind so bad. No, Y/N. You look great, I'm just saying it would be better if you wore this."

He tossed me a different shirt, one I caught with ease, and when I held it in front of me I gave him a raised brow.

"Really?"

"Meet you at the OMENS bus. I'll text Trey to let him know where we're at," Malcolm pounding his knuckles with mine before leaving the bus.

With my bottom lip caught between my teeth, I decided not to dwell too much on the decision of wearing the shirt. That's all it was, a shirt. If he got upset about it, he can fuck right off. Once changed in the new shirt, I realized it was a bit long since it clearly was Malcoms who was atleast a foot taller than me. The shirt rested about mid thigh and covered most of my biker shorts. I let out a few deep breaths to center and calm myself, because the idea of hanging out with the guys without Trey made me nervous.

Yes that was it, not because Noah was going to be there. Ever since we hung out the other day, all I could think about was his tattoos or the way he instilled so much confidence in me as he spoke deeply about my lyrics. No one has ever had an in-depth conversation about my lyrics before since they all thought Trey was the one that wrote our songs. The only thing Trey was good for was his screams, which I had to admit were faltering. Our energy and connection on stage wasn't the same anymore but thankfully, none of the fans cared to notice. As long as Trey dared them a glance, they were happy.

So with the confidence from my conversation with Noah the other day, I walked out into the warm morning sun, bare legs and arms on display for everyone to see. While my right leg had no tattoos, every inch of skin was covered in ink. The bright rays burned my eyes, so I slipped on my sunglasses while throwing my purse over my shoulder and made my way towards Bad Omen's bus, hearing a round of laughter emanating from the back of it.

As soon as I walked up, the conversations continued for all but one. Noah, who was talking to someone I hadn't recognised, turned his attention to me and even through his own sunglasses, I felt the burning gaze from him as he took in every inch of my body. I shrank into myself as others started staring at me but Noah's was the most intense, and I ran my sweaty palms along my thighs.

"What?" I asked.

"Nice shirt," Folio smirked. "We haven't seen that design in a while. Almost forgot it was a Bad Omens design."

I fiddled with the bottom of it and shrugged. "If we can move on from my outfit choice, that'd be great."

The voices in my mind were screaming at me to run back to my bus to change and my feet turned when Noah's voice stopped me.

"You look good."

Three words.

Those three words ignited the blaze across my skin and all I could do was nod because I was so nervous to say something, afraid I would make a fool of myself. Noah also looked good. No scratch that, he looked fucking beautiful with his hair flowing freely across his shoulders and the white shirt he wore hugged his chest and arms in all the right places. The bottom half of his tattoos were on display and I couldn't help myself as I stared at them, something I didn't realize Noah was doing the same to me.

"Hey, I'm Matt," the man who was talking with Noah smiled.

"Y/N," I gave him a small wave.

"So," Chase spoke. "There's this really awesome zoo just around the block. Figured it be cool to check out?"

We all nodded in agreement and began walking in our large group; three of Hollow Souls, four Bad Omens, and two of their crew members. Matt, their manager, and Bryan, their photographer who had a camera slung around his neck. I walked in steps with Chase on one side of me and Nick on the other. Once again, Nick was looking down at the tattoo on my leg.

"You love to analyze the designs, huh?" I joked.

He shrugged. "I can't help it. Does the design on your leg have a meaning?"

It was a large tattoo of several Greek Gods sitting on top of Mount Olympus; Athena, Artemis, Ares, and Posiedon. My favorites.

"Uh, I'm a huge Greek Mythology nerd and these are some of my favorite Gods," I gave a sheepish smile.

Malcolm turned to face us as he began walking backwards. "Don't get her started on Zeus."

I pointed a finger at him. "Everyone thinks he's the most all mighty God when in fact, he was a douche! One of the worst Gods. Makes me so angry everyone puts him on a high pedestal."

Chase chuckled. "Way to go, Malcolm."

Noah walked ahead of me a few feet and as I continued to talk with Nick, I could see out of the corner of my eye when he would turn to face me; almost making sure I was still here. Soon the entrance to the zoo stood in front of us and as I pulled out my wallet to pay, I realized it was missing.

"What the fuck?" I murmured while riffling through my purse.

"Something wrong?"

Gazing up through my sunglasses, I saw Noah looking at me with concern. He pocketed his glasses so I could see the browns of his eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

"No. Well yea," I sighed letting my purse fall to my side. "I must have left my wallet on the bus. You guys ahead. I'll see you back at the venue."

It all happened so fast; Noah pulling out his own wallet, asking for two tickets, and handing the person behind the counter the correct amount of change.

"Noah," I scolded. "You didn't have to do that!"

"Come on. They're waiting for us," Noah said with an extended arm in front of me.

The rest of the group hung back just inside the entrance as they watched us with their own wondering eyes.

I didn't move however, only kept a stern gaze on Noah through my glasses. "I had no problem going back to the bus."

He scoffed while dropping his arm. "Right, to sit with Trey while the rest of us have fun? How is that fair?"

I pursed my lips, unsure how to respond, so instead with a long sigh, I walked past him towards Chase who had a large smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked, slightly irritated.

He motioned to Noah behind me. "He was checking out your ass."

I never whirled around so damn fast before in my life and one of my braids slapped me in the face as I looked at Noah, who in fact was starting intently at me. When our gazes locked, he quickly averted his over to Bryan.

For the next while, I walked with Chase as we stopped every few minutes to check out the animals at the zoo. Halfway through our visit, I stopped to grab a pretzel with cheese thanks to Chase who paid. When we then stopped in front of a large sign showcasing the map, I gasped excitedly while pointing to it.

"They have wolves!" I turned on my heels towards everyone.

"So dogs?" Folio teased with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "How dare you! They're not just dogs. Well, I guess they are since they descend from wolves. But-." My ramblings fell off my lips when I saw Noah staring at me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I wiped at my face, afraid there was dried cheese on it.

"No," Noah's voice was low. "I just like how you look when you're so passionate about something. It's cute."

Turning my face away from him so he couldn't see the way I blushed, I nibbled on my bottom lip. "We don't have to go see them."

"To the dogs-I mean wolves!" Folio exclaimed with a hand up in the air.

I all but ran to the encloser that was only a few feet away from where we were and as we approached the high chain-link fence, I bent low so I could peer through hoping to see them. With what I knew about wolves I wouldn't catch a glimpse because of the heat today. It was almost like this every time I tried to see wolves at any zoo.

Everyone stood back, a quiet hum of their conversations background noise, until with a frown I rose to my feet not realizing Noah was standing behind me. I felt his warm body heat envelope around me and I peered over my shoulder to him.

"I could stay here for hours just waiting," I admitted with a smile.

"We can stay," Noah suggested.

"No," I shook my head while turning to face him. "We can go. I don't want to make the others hang around for nothing."

His long lashes brushed across his cheek as he blinked slowly, eyes never once leaving my face. My heart was beating so fast at how close we were and I wanted to take a step back, I really did, but there was this invisible force that kept us tied together. It pulled my hand away from my purse strap to brush some hair out of his face but before the action took place, Malcolm's loud voice hollered over to us, breaking the trance we were in.

"If you two are done staring at each other, Jolly wants to go see the tigers!"

Retreating away from Noah, I scurried over towards the group of the guys as we made our way over to the next large encloser, Noah trailing slowly behind. While Jolly interacted with the tigers, I hung off to the side lost in my own thoughts. Often I would check my phone to see if Trey texted me but nothing. I was gone for hours already, wouldn't he have noticed we were gone?

Maybe he was still asleep?

I tried to think of scenarios of why he wouldn't text or call instead of thinking of how close Noah and I got back at the wolves. It was wrong of me to think of another man like that. It was also wrong for me to keep stealing glances his way all day or wondering what his skin on mine would feel like.

Almost in a trance of my own thoughts, I followed the group when we reached the petting zoo area of the zoo where you could feed deers.

"Oh, sick!" Nick exclaimed.

I, on the other hand, did not think so.

"Do you want too?" Noah asked me.

"I'll watch. You can't trust these guys, they'll try to eat your shirt." I said.

I watched him bend to his knees as a smaller deer came up to him, licking up the food from his open hand. Noah smiled brightly as the deer nibbled the cracker from between his fingers and I couldn't stop my smile as it pulled at my lips. It was one of those smiles where the skin next to your eyes crinkle and cheeks hurt from how hard your smiling.

His smile could make you forget all the bad in your life. It brought so much light to the darkness that filled my soul of the last few months. My stomach burned with something unknown and it scared me that one person could cause this intense feeling; who I wasn't even dating. Trey never once made me feel this way or even tried too. All Noah had to do was smile at me and I was on my knees in a puddle mess of desire.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or help?" He smirked up at me.

Embarrassed at getting caught, I reluctantly bent down next to him and took a cracker he extended towards me. "I swear if this little shit bites my finger, I'm going to kick your ass."

Noah bumped his shoulder with mine. "It's a deal."

"Okay, I'll admit this is kind of cool," I mused while scratching a deer on its nose.

When he didn't say anything, I turned my head slightly towards Noah but sucked in a breath when I realized how close we were. His warm breath fanned over my lips as his eyes tracked every movement of my tongue made as I licked my suddenly dry lips. We were so close I was afraid that if I leaned forward slightly, our lips would brush across each other. I could smell the lemonade he drank earlier as the scent tickled my nostrils.

Noah swallowed thickly, and a noise came out of the back of his throat as he went to say something but was cut off by someone's screams. For the second time that afternoon, we were broken out of our trance like state to see Nick and Malcolm running away from a group of deers that were chasing them.

"Uh," my voice stammered. "I should probably go help him."

Quickly rising to my feet, I left Noah behind to go save my idiot friend from a couple of deers that just wanted something to eat.

NOAH

A yawn fell past my lips as I stretched out my long limbs before leaning up against the cool metal of our tour bus, the cool night air wrapping around the small group of us. We all returned from the zoo a little while ago and while Bryan and Matt went to the crew bus and Malcom and Chase went back to theirs, I was standing with Folio and Y/N, as she pulled out some cash that she grabbed from her bus.

"Please take the money, Noah. I feel terrible that you spent your money on me," she extended the two twenty-dollar bills towards me while she clutched the small wolf stuffed animal underneath her arm.

Something I surprised her with on the way out of the zoo.

Her eyes sparkled as she eyed the gift cart when we walked past it. "Would it be stupid for a grown woman to want a stuffed animal?"

She asked to Malcolm, who merely shrugged in response. So while she wasn't looking, I bought a wolf one for her.

I didn't miss the way her lips parted in surprise when I gave it to her. Or the way she let out a long shaky breath before muttering to herself.

"He doesn't even buy me anything."

She didn't have to say his name; I knew who she was talking about.

"I'm not taking your money," I shook my head.

Y/N groaned and tried to give the money to Folio who raised his hands as if the money was cursed. "I'm not taking it either, Y/N. When Noah wants something, there's no changing his mind. He wanted to pay for you today, accept it."

"Fine," she stuffed the money into her pocket. "But I owe you back with something, Noah."

Folio was fast to speak before I could even argue. "Why don't you come hang out on the bus with us for a bit?"

Y/N's body went rigid, eyes glancing over to her bus so fast I almost missed it.

"It'll be fun. Even for a bit," Folio smiled before walking up the stairs of the bus, leaving her and I alone.

Alone.

Just the two of us.

For the first time all day.

I rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly very nervous. With the others around, I could act cool around her but now under her bright eyes, my knee buckled.

"It might be fun if you hang out with me-us," I quickly corrected myself hoping she didn't notice. "We could play Mario cart?"

I stared down sheepishly at my feet, trying to find the courage to ask a girl to hang out with me. Not that fucking hard so why did my voice waver every time I tried to talk to her.

"We could play monopoly but that wouldn’t end well. Jolly thinks he’s the bomb at games and we spend most of the time kicking his ass.”

Another quick glance to her bus as she shifted on her feet something I realized she was doing because she was nervous Trey would come out any moment. According to Chase, Trey didn't call or text her all day to see where she was or at least check in on her.

"Hey," my fingers brushed along the inside of her wrist, getting her to finally look at me instead of fear to her bus. The spark that shocked through us nearly had me rear my hand back from the intensity. "You don't have to go back, you know."

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

My heart pounded as I forced the words out of my mouth before I second guessed myself. "Stay till morning? Knowing Trey, he's probably going to be nursing a hangover in the morning so he won't even notice you're not there."

"Where would I sleep?" Her voice was hushed, barley above a whisper.

With me.

"We have extra bunks," I said.

She blinked for a long moment, letting my words process in her brain. She was highly debating my offer but in the end; she shook her head.

"It's been a long day and I should head back. I'm sure Trey is wondering where I am."

The disappointment was evident on my face and I had to bit my tongue not to lash out with a comment about how much Trey did in fact not care.

"Sure," I nodded. "Let me walk you back to your bus then?"

Clutching the wolf stuffed animal closer to her chest, she nodded with a smile playing at her lips. It wasn't a long walk so my mind was running rampant with something to say to keep the last little of this perfect day alive.

"I don't think I mentioned how much I like you in my shirt."

Shit, I didn't mean that.

"Our shirt. The band's shirt," I quickly recovered when I noticed the playful gleam in her eyes.

We came to a stop in front of the door of her bus, the lights off inside which meant that either no one was in there or they were asleep.

Her gaze darted to the windows back to me. "I had a really fun day today, Noah. Thank you."

My fingers itched with the need to brush a strand of hair that came loose from her braid but I resisted.

"Anytime, angel."

Fuck.

She raised a brow at me, a reddish tint creeping from her cheeks to the tops of her ears. "Oh, angel, huh?"

"Sorry, it kind of slipped out," I rubbed my chin nervously. "If you don't like it, I can-."

"No, I like it!" She rushed out. "A lot, actually."

That was an ego boost that I desperately needed. So, with a wink, I began walking backwards to my bus calling out in the dark night air. "Good because it stays, angel!"

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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the-gayest-show · 4 months ago

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just finished all the remainder of the episodes of fop a new wish that i didn't finish (so crocker to the future to lost in fairy world) and i really liked it!

overall, banger after banger this show really is a fun one, nickelodeon better give em a s2 PLEASE THIS IS THE ONLY CURRENTLY RUNNING SHOW I HAVE-

episode reviews below!

Crocker to the Future: genuinely loved all the parascience things. I do 100% feel like that award for preserving in the face of adversity or whatever truly belonged to Crocker. my guy was at this for like. 10+ years! AND THAT"S JUST THE OG FAIRLY ODDPARENTS!!! MY GUY WAS ON HIS "fairies are real!!! trust me!!" thing for ENOUGH TIME FOR FOP A NEW WISH TO TAKE PLACE!!!!!! i'm so glad he (sort of) got to have the award in that ghost containment thing.

AJ in the episode was interesting but honestly major L for AJ. I thought he'd be like the next einstein, not a parascience mf. maybe Timmy Turner fucked him up a bit, who knows...

Battle of the Dimmsonian: Genuinely felt bad for Peri here. Like DUDE. You are stuck with this asshole kid (Dev I love you but be nicer plss) who just sorta demands things from Peri like all the damn time? poor kid. Reminds me of what Remy Buxaplenty had with his godparent but at least wandisimo had a semi-similar personality so it kind of worked. Not saying that Peri and Dev don't work, it might since Dev has been shown to be nice underneath but I can't stand the blatant mistreatment for now.

But also, damnnnn he IMMEDIATELY recognizes his parents and goes "oh shit" it's crazy how he managed to do that when they're fidget toys on a kid's backpack.

I also liked the whole back and forth thing ("Mom? Dad?" "Son?" etc), Cosmo being the only one to not do that is so true for him.

I wonder if Peri not seeing Cosmo and Wanda was intentional, we'll see!

Patty Possum's Party Playground: I almost thought this episode was gonna be like Five Night's At Freddy's or somethign with the animatronics but I guess not! I liked Patty Possum, she's so rad! I can defo see why Winn liked skateboarding after that. I love Cosmo and Wanda being certified idiots in this episode. They took "you can't use magic" seriously (as seriously as "oh Wanda shrunk into the claw machine so we could actually get a prize" can be) and stuck BOTH of their wands in the claw machine. If there's anything I love about this show, it's Cosmo and Wanda being two halves of a whole idiot. Truly can't function without magic fr fr I liked the gag of Hazel's dad literally being punctual as hell. That scene where he's like "oh it only takes 29 min and 30 seconds to get there" and then it hits 7:30 and he's panicking is so real (what if I headcanoned him as autistic. what then? just like me fr fr).

A Date To Remember: A really cute episode where Hazel essentially has to compete against Cupid (who looks like a baby now, I guess they got rid of his looks from the main series and gave them to Peri lol) [look how they untwinkified my boy /j] to make sure Hazel's parents fall back in love again. The ending where the parents think it was just another puppet show was crazy, wasn't expecting that tbh!

Lost In Fairy World: WE GOT THE FAIRY TRIO INTERACTING LET'S GOOOOOOO

It seems like their dynamic is basically just over protective coddling parents vs their son who really doesn't like it. But despite what I used to think before seeing this episode (that maybe Peri had some kind of resentment or something) it doesn't seem that way? Peri seems to like his parents overall and maybe even might enjoy the affection (if it weren't for the godkids there), but I get why he turned off the tracker and such. My guy wants independence! You go boy! Them sneaking in to Jorgan's office was really funny and stuff. I hope we'll see them all together in the next episodes because I like their dynamic and want to see where it goes!

Dev and Hazel were great here too! Dev is still kind of an ass to Peri but not as much which is an improvement! I like how he gets that "dimmadome face" or whatever it was called where he basically looks as deranged as his dad. Like father, like son I guess. Dev and Hazel actually having fun together is a step up from where they used to be, it seems like they solved their argument somehow. Dev sort of took that to mean that they weren't friends anymore, poor thing.

Dev taking advantage of the loopholes is so smart lol, Peri having a crisis and his parents like "AWWW, baby's first loophole wish!" is crazy.

The rule that "you can only go to fairy world if you're being tested by jorgan" doesn't really make sense if you think about original FOP though. Timmy got to go there almost recreationally! Dude probably attended like 90% of all fairy world events and shit and he was the talk for the town for an entire episode! Make it make sense!!!

Overall tho I LOVED these and they were enjoyable af. Would watch again. Judging by what I saw for descriptions of the next episodes, Peri's anti fairy (or Foop, now known as Irep, which if you ask me doesn't have the same ring to it) will be working with Dev? Crazy. Anyways yeah I had a lot of fun and woah this post got kinda long

#posts #fop a new wish #I feel like I do these reviews a lot should I make up a new tag for them #also no I won't review the first half but I might keep this up till the finale or smth

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lemonmaid · 8 months ago

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"I'm not okay"

Warnings: car accidents, miscarriages, Omegaverse, Suguru is referred as a Mama, Suguru has trauma in every universe. Suguru is struggling. Male pregnancy, pregnancy

Suguru loved his family and his friends, hell he even hosted weekly get-togethers with his friends. He would cook, clean, make his pups look presentable, and put a smile on his face.

He was the perfect omega.

Well, almost.

If he was to have a pup, it would be A. A miracle. B. It was very high risk for both him and the pup.

Not that Suguru didn't already love his adopted pups.

He just wishes he could have a pup.

A newborn.

Suguru pushed the negative thoughts that plagued his mind, pushing them deep down.

“Mama, look”. Mimiko pointed to the youngest pup Megumi who was struggling to put on his button-up.

Suguru smiled softly, “I'll be there to help you in a minute megs”

The five-year-old huffed, “Why do we gotta dress up if this is our house”.

Suguru continued braiding Mimiko's hair, “Because it's polite Megs”.

“What's for dinner”.

“It's what you are going to eat”.

The pup whined, “Mammaaa-”.

Satoru walked into the bathroom, “Tsumiki is dressed and Nanako finished her bath”.

“Thank you, Satoru”.

Satoru looked down at Megumi who was struggling, “Do you need help buddy?”.

Megumi huffed, “I don't want your help”.

Satoru clicked his tongue, “Mama won't be here to help you with everything you know”.

“Mama is leaving?” Mimiko cried.

Suguru glared at his mate, giving him a look and saying ‘Fix this’.

“No no no no baby, Mama isn't leaving-”.

Soon Megumi's lip started to wobble.

Suguru sighed, “You two, what Papa meant as an expression. Remember what we said about expressions? Is like saying something you don't mean. Mama Isn't leaving anytime soon”.

Suguru glanced at the clock, while he stirred dinner.

‘if they are coming in 30 minutes, I should have time to get ready’

Satoru decided to inform Suguru last minute that this was a business meeting and not a friend get-together like usual.

“Suguru please don't kill me”

Suguru stared at the white hair alpha in disbelief, “Are you fucking kidding me Gojo”.

“Listen, I know we usually already have Nanami and his mate Haibara, and technically they are already my coworkers. So adding my boss can't change anything-”

“Saturo fucking Gojo, did you invite your boss to a get-together or a dinner”.

“um… what's the difference?”.

Suguru felt his eyebrow twitch, “Haven't you been trying to get a promotion?”

“Yeah but-”

“Fucking dumbass that's how you, ugh, let me get the kids ready”

<now>

Suguru sighed and pinched his nose.

“Satoru, can you please watch the stove? I need to get myself ready”

“Yeah of course”.

Suguru looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was a mess, and his sweatshirt was covered in stains from god knows where. Haven't been able to take care of himself since he decided to be a stay-at-home parent.

Not a moment of being alone, it's never quiet, always doing something.

Why did he still feel empty?

Suguru shook his head, undressed himself, and got into the shower. Suguru looked down at his stomach, the scarring, the disfigurement of his skin, every time he looked at himself he wanted to puke, he didn't understand why Satoru still loved him, even if he was defective and-

“Jesus babe, you're stinking up the place”.

Suguru jumped at Satoru's voice, quick to cover himself with the shower curtain.

“Are you okay, babe?”.

Suguru nodded, “I'll just wear a suppressant patch”.

Satoru nodded, “Did you take your meds?”.

Suguru's eye twitched, “Jesus Christ, I am fine”

“I'm just worried-”.

“Drop it Satoru”.

“Babe-”.

“Satoru.”.

Satoru was quiet, “I just wanted to tell you the kids are ready”.

“thanks”.

“I love you”.

“I know”.

“I hate it when you're like this”.

Suguru sighed and leaned his head against the tile, letting the cold water fall harshly, “I'll be out soon”.

Suguru made his way down the stairs. He was wearing a blue button- up with his shirt tucked in, his hair up in a bun. Exposing his mating mark, a respect thing really, since this would be his first time meeting Satoru's boss.

Megumi crashed into Suguru’s legs, “What's wrong megs?”

“Papa is being mean”.

“I am not! The little brat tried taking off his shirt”.

Suguru sighed, picking up the five-year-old and walking toward the dining room, seeing Tsumiki set up the table.

“Thank you Tsumiki”.

The oldest pup nodded happily, “I even did the kids table!”.

“Wonderful job, sweetie, why don't you get your sisters”.

Tsumiki nodded, finishing up the table and skipping towards the backyard door.

Megumi kept fidgeting in Suguru’s neck, “is everything okay megs?”.

“you smell weird”.

“Mama just took some medicine”.

Megumi kept rubbing Suguru’s scent glands, irritating them to get something out of them. “Megs that hurts Mama, please stop”.

The younger pup growled before being put down at the kids table.

“Satoru is the dinner fine? I'm sure they'll be here any minute-”.

The door buzzed, Nanami's voice echoing throughout the house. Suguru sighed, straighting up his shirt.

Suguru opened the door with a smile, “Nanami and Haibara, welcome”. Nanami gave Suguru a bouquet of flowers and an expensive wine.

The two smiled as they walked in, a little girl in Haibara's arms waved at Suguru,

“Welcome back, Nobara. Megumi is in the dining room”.

Nobara nodded before wiggling her body out of her father's arms and jumping onto the floor and rushing to the backyard instead to hang out with the other girls.

Satoru joined Suguru's side, “Nanami! Welcome back! Its been so long-”

Nanami sighed, “Gojo, it has only been four hours since we left the office”.

A tiny knock interrupted the four.

Suguru walked towards the door, opening gently.

A little boy, with pinkish hair grinned up towards the older omega, struggling to hold a comically overly large fruit basket.

“Big brother! I did it! They opened the door!” he huffed.

A tall intimidating alpha walked up the steps towards the door, almost an exact copy of the pup in front of Suguru.

“Did you give them the thank you gift”.

“Oops!”. The little boy raised the basket over his head, trying to reach Suguru’s hands before bowing his head, “Thank you for having us!!”.

Suguru laughed softly, “thank you so much young man, what's your name?”.

“Yuji Ryomen!!”.

“Well thank you for the lovely fruit basket Ryo-”.

Satoru spawned next to Suguru, staring down the alpha in front of him.

“Sukuna”.

“Gojo”.

Suguru pushed Satoru away, “Come inside Ryomen”.

Sukuna chuckled, “don't call me that, that was the old man's title, Sukuna is fine”.

Suguru smiled, “Welcome Sukuna”.

All the adults sat at the table awkwardly, meanwhile all the noise came from the kids table, shrieks and squeals and pleading glaces from Tsumiki begging to let her sit at the adult table just this once.

“So, Sukuna. Are you Satoru's boss?”.

Sukuna laughed, “I wish, then I would keep him away from me. No no, I'm just Gojo's and Kentos’s project director for this quarter”.

Haibara smiled, “Yeah, Nanami was telling me about the new project! The new product sounds like a great idea! I'm hoping my team in the graphic design department could be in charge of the logo! But Mei Mei from accounting said it's a small chance considering the cost of labor”.

Suguru smiled, reminiscing his days in the office, slowly climbing the corporate ladder before the-.

“So Satoru, I'm glad that there are more of you. I was worried that I was going to see kids with white hair everywhere in this house”.

Suguru felt a pang in his chest, making a small glance towards Satoru.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely not, I don't think Suguru would be able to handle another me, let alone another baby”. Satoru took a sip from his wine, “Wow this is great stuff Nanami, where did you get this again?”

“Well. Me and Haibara-”

Suguru felt his chest ache, his mind clouded. He tried to remember breathing exercises his therapist taught him.

All he could think about is the accident, the hospital, the miscarriages, the doctor offices-

“Mama!!! Megumi is being gross!”.

Suguru smiled, “excuse me-”.

Suguru picked up the boy and took him to the bathroom. “Megs how do you always stain your good shirts?”.

Megumi shrugged, “Mama you smell sad”.

Suguru did not make eye contact with the boy, instead focusing hard on the stain, “Mama is a little bit sad”.

“I'm sorry mama”.

“No you didn't do anything wrong baby”.

“I wanna sleep”.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy and looking at the clock. “are you sure? It's only 7 on a Friday baby”.

Megumi wrapped his small arms around Suguru’s neck. “I wanna sleep with you mama”.

Suguru felt tears in his eyes, “Okay baby”.

Suguru got Megumi tuck in the nursery shared nest, before he laid down shooting a text to Satoru letting him know that he was putting the pup to sleep.

“mama?”

“yes baby?”

“ I love you”

“I love you too sweetie”.

The two doze off in the comfort of the scents of their shared family nest.

Satoru just finished getting the other pups to bed, glancing at the clock seeing it was 10 pm, sighing as he collected the dishes and bringing them into the kitchen.

“Satoru?”.

Satoru jumped at Suguru’s voice, “Jesus mega, don't scare me like that”.

“How was the rest of dinner?”.

“it was good, there was an emergency at the office so Sukuna and Nanami had to leave early. Haibara took Nobara home and I offered to take Yuji for the night. He's in the guest room”.

Suguru nodded, “Satoru, did you really mean what you said at dinner? You didn't want to have a baby with me?”.

Satoru stopped what he was doing. Looking at Suguru wide eye , “Listen that's not what I meant".

Suguru crossed his arms, "Okay, so what did you mean by that?"

Satoru was quiet. It was a very awkward pause.

"No, because please explain, 'No I don't think I could ever have a baby with Suguru' because out of context it's very hurtful".

Satoru pushed his hair back, "I didn't mean it like that, I meant it in a way as if we already have four kids and that's not what I said fully, I said it as like-”.

Suguru fought back his tears, "You know I'm more willing to have a baby, you know how I feel about wanting a baby. I don't like it when you just decide things for me".

"..mega..".

Suguru let out a soft gasp and silent tears, emotions that came out in a huge wave giving Suguru the ability to finally release his emotions.

Satoru hugged Suguru waist, being careful to touch his stomach.

“I want a baby Satoru”.

“I know”.

“Why did it have to happen to me?”.

“I don't know”.

“It's not fair”.

“I know”.

Suguru just finished his 10 hour shift at the office, sighing, glancing at his watch.

11: 46 pm.

‘The trains just stopped a few hours ago, it would be a 20 minute walk… I could call Satoru to pick me up, but he's probably asleep’. Suguru didn't want to bother his mate, especially when they were on different sleep schedules at the moment.

Not to mention the wedding planning and their private mating ceremony afterward. So their stress levels are both high at the moment.

Suguru decided to bite the bullet and walk home.

Fifteen minutes in he got a call from Satoru.

“Mega, where are you?”.

“I'm almost home, just decided to go sight seeing”.

“Idiot, I could've come grabbed you”.

“It's fine Satoru”.

A loud honking broke Suguru away from his conversation, beaming headlights blinded Suguru.

“Suguru?”

It was so fast.

Suguru couldn't breathe. He was trapped between a car and a wall. He couldn't hear due to the driver's head being stuck on the horn of the car.

He couldn't feel below his legs, his waist completely crushed.

He couldn't breathe or speak, only gasped.

Suguru woke up in the hospital, unable to move, feeling metal rods keeping his body still.

He remembers the doctor, how the doctor praised that it was miracle if he could walk. But his uterus was completely damaged, along with his pelvis.

He never felt more pathetic.

Suguru thought it was a miracle.

Staring at the positive pregnancy test.

He felt hot tears stream down his face, he finally thought that maybe he wasn't so down on his luck.

Maybe he was a worthy omega.

Maybe he wasn't a defect.

But God decided to play a cruel joke.

A miscarriage before he could be eight weeks.

That's when he dropped. That was a final straw that was the one that made him drop into an omega depression.

<now>

Now, Suguru felt pathetic because his own alpha didn't believe in him.

Or according to his own feelings.

Suguru collapsed onto the floor, letting out his emotions that had been bottling up for the past few weeks. Satoru was quick to join him onto the floor, cradling the omega.

“Sh sh sh sh, baby, it's okay let it out”.

“It's not okay-”

Satoru rubbed Suguru's hair, “yes it is”.

Satoru felt helpless, he felt like he has done everything he could to do help Suguru "Suguru... baby.... mega.... i need you to start focusing on the good. Like what your therapists said. Think about it. You have four wonderful pups, we adopted three years ago, who all adore you.... we don't need our own to make us happy".

Suguru cried, "I just feel... empty....".

Satoru, rocked Suguru, "shhh I know, i know".

"I want to stop feeling like this Satoru".

A/N

I hope yall enjoyed 2k words, I hope that makes up for my absence! Also, I almost ended with Suguru getting a lobotomy, but like, I didn't know how to healthy end this, so crying on the floor ending done

#alpha gojo satoru #omega geto Suguru #alpha satoru x omega suguru #jjk gojo #jjk omegaverse #angst

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 months ago

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I did not do this fast enough and now I cant find the emojis so im gonna try and do my best with remembering the fics you had:

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(That ending though. My heart was breaking and healing at the same time when Chris came in)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(OOOOH Im curious to see who is showing up and also learn more about Buck and Eddie's journey!)

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(THEY ARE FINALLY MARRIED..in a great ceremony by the way!!!)

WOO! Let's do it!

30 for 🚨 (awww glad it resonated!!!!!!!!):

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“I’m glad you’re catching yourself,” he says.

Buck nods. Yes, that does feel significant.

“Uh, I don’t know what you have in mind,” Buck says. “Or how difficult my past would make something like adoption. But if the question is, would I want that with you? The answer is yes.”

Eddie grins. “Really?”

“Really,” Buck smiles back. “That would be like… Like a dream, I guess.”

Eddie’s cheeks look a little rosy.

“Yeah, I, uh… I think so, too.”

iv.

It’s February and Eddie is looking at engagement rings.

It’s not premature. He keeps telling himself that. As if someone is going to jump out of the woodwork and accuse him of exactly that. They won’t. Who fucking would? So he’s looking at engagement rings. It’s been a year. A year since Eddie was buried alive and nearly drowned and kept swimming until Buck found him. A year since Buck held him while he pulled himself out of his own paralyzing terror at the thought of dying. A year since he changed his will. A year since they fell into bed together. Almost a year since they both declared their love. And Eddie is still so in love with him.

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30 for 🧟 (answers to half of that this chapter!)

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Eddie likes how light Buck seems. Like he floats where other people trudge. There’s a brightness to him, even among all the ruin.

“Maybe things could be okay, though,” Buck says after a second. “Maybe we could all have good lives, you know?”

Eddie smiles, despite the corpse dragging themselves around outside his truck window.

“Yeah,” he concedes. “Maybe.”

▪️▪️▪️

They make it to Shannon’s more easily than he would have expected. They don’t see anyone alive that isn’t zombified. No raiders or deranged lunatics. No danger beyond the obvious. Eddie imagines that there are people alive in Los Angeles. He imagines these millionaires and billionaires up in the hills, in those big celebrity compounds, could make an easy go of it. Well, he won’t disturb them. He just came for his family.

They have to be careful getting out of the truck. The zombies may not be doing too well, but they still outnumber Eddie and Buck by a lot.

“I’ve got your back,” Buck assures him.

And maybe it’s because he was a firefighter, maybe it’s because he’s persuasive, or maybe it’s just because Eddie thinks he’s hot - regardless, he trusts him. They dismount from the truck, weapons loaded, safety off. Buck covers Eddie’s back, while Eddie mounts the stairs to the apartment’s entryway.

Eddie tries not to let the fact that the apartment looks abandoned make him abandon hope. Sure, there are big cracks in the cement stairs up to the front door. And the glass door is shattered. Yes, what appears to be a disembodied remains of a foot sits off to the side in an overgrown garden. But surely, he didn’t actually think Shannon would be just sitting in the apartment waiting for him. No, he came here for clues. Clues to where Shannon might be.

Buck keeps his gun aimed at a zombie across the road from them. It seems to be missing most of its leg and is laying, moaning, under a street sign. Maybe that’s where the foot is from.

“If it gets closer, I’ll shoot it,” Buck says.

#daisies and briars writes #any other way fic #go and kill go and die fic #things we're all too young to know fic

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verdemoun · 6 months ago

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How's timewarp Javier doing? I just know bro spawns and is absolutely and has no idea what the hell is happening. One moment he's in Mexico being hung and then the next he's spawned in the middle of a busy road. Feel like he'd be extremely happy to know the gang was mostly all back together cause I feel the fall hit him really hard (Dutch got some serious explaining to do). Maybe he even starts picking playing guitar back up.

Feel like he'd be enamored by YouTube aswell. Learned about it and the family tv's YouTube acc is filled with the most crazy recommended videos. Maybe he even starts making his own videos, maybe mostly about fishing, maybe a bit of blog style shit. Finds dude perfect and gets everyone else into it. (Let this man bottle flip)

TIMEWARP JAVIER MY BELOVED

☺

I am so sorry but in timewarp canon john was the one who killed javier. he was captured alive but through all the insults and forced laughter to hide the fact he was almost crying john would realise that shooting javier himself was kinder than handing him to the bureau alive to be tortured and executed in an american prison. and javier was terrified of being handed over to the us governemnt alive. when john turned the gun on him he was pretty much at peace with it (For each man kills the thing he loves)

going from being in a cell in el presidio to laying on the ground in the middle of a bustling market would have been more frightening than realising john was about to shoot him but before he can even look around arthur's there offering him a hand

the impact on javier bless. looking around and seeing the gang waiting for him but they've aged arthur's starting to go gray and sean and lenny are in their 30s javier would've immediately started bawling and hugging them all

unlike most of the rdr1 gang javier is extremely willing to just block out everything that happened after 1899 because it was a really dark time for him he just wants his gang back. he's genuinely sorry for not siding with arthur in beaver hollow because of course turned out arthur was right dutch went so far off the deep end even though javier still valued loyalty dutch didn't anymore

he would be pretty self conscious about his appearance for a bit because everyone else seems to have got a modern day glow up meanwhile he's been cutting his hair with blunt scissors for years and neglecting himself a lot

his love affair with youtube starts hair care and skin care routines he will buy every product beautiful men promote on their channels. he grows his hair back out and is much more interested in fashion than the rest of the boys give him a month and he's roasting arthur for walking around in ratty oversized shirts covered in motor oil

kieran and javier sprawled on the couch doomscrolling through youtube with exfoliating face masks on. dark media iceberg specialists but also tiktok compilations.

when he gets his first phone javier opens an account on every social media and his content is just a mess sometimes it's memey bottle flip and rube goldberg ping pong ball videos sometimes it's self care stuff sometimes it's just a clip of him ranting in spanish about 'authentic' mexican food or really awkward 'look at this fish i caught' photos and he jumps between socials so sporadically he doesn't really have a following but molly would like all his stuff

javier getting a guitar again would be such a big deal but also so understated like one of the gang would've just got him one because it's javier of course he needs a guitar and javier just holds it for a second because it's the first time he'd held a guitar since beaver hollow. he lost his guitar in the raid and never had a reason to play so he didn't get another one. but it would feel so right to be sitting in the living room with a guitar in his hands while sean excitedly asks him to play something he'd just laugh and start back with old campfire songs and everyone gets to sing along like the proper good old days. processing trauma through symbolism speedrun

javier and kieran would be the two that never move out of the matthews' house or get jobs. kieran just wasn't built for living alone but for javier it's like he just got the gang back he still desperately needs that connection. he's also a notorious couch surfer he will rock up at someone's place and stay for a few days because just he missed them and he's always welcome. he also somehow gets the title of go-to babysitter kids love him like yay tio javier is here we're gonna paint his nails

#rdr2 timewarp au #javier escuella

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isa-loves-you · 1 year ago

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How you meet and realizing you like them | The group chat.

I love the GC and I like reading Fics about them, so I want to contribute. This is my first-time doing publishing on Tumblr, so it probably won't be the most organized. I am open to criticism or requests. I desperately need guidance.

This is going to be broken up into different parts because this was originally almost 5,000 words but tumbler will only let me post so much at a time.

-Isaac-

you had met isaac back in 2020 when you and some friends decided to go into discord servers and expose pedos. your friend had told you to hop on a server thinking it was with creeps but ended up being a couple of people doing the same thing as you. you all had a laugh and traded information on which servers had what type of weirdos were in. After that night you and isaac had messaged each other here and there about being in his discord videos which you had no problem with due to want to collab with other youtubers, and some years later asked you to be apart of a group with him and your guys mutual friends called the group chat.

Sometime had passed and you, isaac, tanner, larry, nick, yumi, and grunk all made a podcast and even moved into one big house all together. You had decided to stream watching random videos on the internet and just generally talk with chat. " I know that we've been watching meme comps chat but we need to add some spice to our night or I feel empty handed when I end the stream.... well besides leaving with your hard earned money that you donated i'll be empty handed". After saying that everyone started to type anything and everything that came to their minds, but something caught your eye "Have you or isaac read the fic about yall??" you said reading the chatter's comment. You immediately start googling for what this insane person was talking about, and after muttering to yourself about why isaac and you of all people out of the group you find it. "I'm sorry to chat but i need to know and besides one of you recommend it" you start reading it out loud. The story read of you and Isaac slowly falling for each other. "Chat who made this, I want you to reveal yourself so you can be shunned from the village" you bursted out with laughter at some of the parts in the fic but you had to admit, this author knew too much. yeah it's true that you started to like isaac but you knew nothing could ever happen because you work together but you have to admit he had a nice physic and was extremely funny, but still nothing could ever happen. After 30 more minutes of stream you decided to end the stream because you were getting too red from laughter and embarrassment from the fic; you said goodnight to your viewers and thought that no harm would come from a fan's artwork about you and your friend. turns out you were wrong. The next day you were bombarded with fan accounts and edits of you and isaac from past videos. you're scrolling through some of the comments of the edits and something catches your eye.

Isaacwhy?: Damn you guys are trying to manifest something fr ;))

you couldnt believe what you just read; Did he really like you too?, how long has he liked you?, what would the others think?, could you two be together?. Your mind was left with a lot of questions but you had come to terms with it. You like Isaac.

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-Nick [soft willey]-

you had been making music since you were five when your parents got you a fisher price piano. you've just fell in love with your hobby and wanted to make a career out of it, that's when you decided to put your name out there as a singer/rapper. You didn't have a voice like sza but it was good enough to make a living off of it, and it was better when you would pair it with your genius lyrics. It was a nice Sunday afternoon when your music producer Kenny called you to come into the studio and that there as some people, he wanted you to meet and collab with. you had seen that your producer was in the booth with three dudes and a camera? Your producer has seen you looking through the booth glass and gestured for you to come in and met the people he was talking to. There was a tall guy with a hat, sunglasses, and a black mask, there was a shorter guy with shoulder length hair that was pointing everywhere. The two guys were pretty good looking but the third piqued your interest; he was around 5 '10 with a nice build, it was very obvious that he spent his time at the gym. “This is y/n they are in the same business as you three” your producer presented with a big smile on his face. “It's really nice to meet you, Kenny convinced us that you would sound the best on our new single” you shook the gym guy's hand noticing the tattoo of a long spiky line wrapping around his arm. You got so distracted looking at the guy's arm and everything else he had that you didn't hear your producer calling your name “y/n you can't let go of nicks hand now i think he knows you now” you dropped nicks hand realizing how long you just held his hand without him saying anything. “All right let's get to work people, isaac would you be a doll and do your verse first so y/n can get the flow of the song and see what they need to do”.

It took the whole day for you guys to actually record the song. With larry making funny faces while the nick and isaac where in the middle of their verses and make them laugh so you would have to start back from the beginning then you would issue were either you or the others would have a hard time saying a word right or you went faster or slower than the beat then it was start back at square one. A miracle had happened; you all got through the song with no hiccups and were able to send it out to an editor for some final touches. You had grabbed your stuff and walked out to your car so you could finally go home and let your dog out. You almost got to your car when your arm was grabbed, you wiped your head around so fast to see who you were going to have to beat the shit out of. “I'm so sorry i shouldn't have grabbed like i was going to kidnap you or something but i was shouting your name but you just kept on walking” Thank God it was just nick and not some creep. “oh no no you're okay i was just surprised is all, so whats up?” “I was wondering if i could get your number or maybe your insta so you could be a feature on some of our future stuff, you were awesome like kenny said and i want to keep you around”. It was nothing but two seconds of silence before Nick took back his words “i didn't mean it like that i just mean like your killer and it would be great if you got to do more with me…..not with just me just in general with music. Fuck you get what im trying to say right” “yeah i get what you mean” you said breaking a smile to make him feel less embarrassed “here just put your number and insta in, so we can do more stuff”. He took your phone for a minute to put all is information and handed it back to you with a puppy dog like smile. Dog? “OH, SHIT RALPH” you had forgotten about your poor baby at home “I'm sorry Nick but I have to go!” nick had tried to say something, but you were already in the car and backing out of your parking spot. ‘Whose ralph?’ nicked thought as he watched you leave the building “NICK GET YO UGLY ASS IN THE CAR I WANT TO GO HOME” Larry shouted hanging out the back of the car window. Nick spent the whole night trying to find a ralph in your following list on Instagram, but he had no luck and decided that he didn't care who your mystery man was he was better than this ‘ralph’ character and that he was going to win you over.

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#softwilly x reader #the group chat #yumi x reader #the group chat podcast #tooyumi #yumi tgc #tgc #yumi #larry croft #isaacwhy #softwilly #BigT

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georgie-weasley · 2 years ago

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Clandestine S.B. x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: a few swear words, bad flirting, Sirius is disowned from his family and kicked out, implications of his mother trying to curse him (let me know if I missed any)

Word Count: 3.1k

Paring: Young Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: A flirty friendship turns into something a little more but when Sirius leaves the family, things change.

A/N: Gonna be honest, this is not my favorite thing I've written but here we are

Masterlist Taglist Part 2

Laughter filled the air as you and Sirius Black ran around the grounds of your family’s manor. He grasped your hand in his and tugged you along through the hedge maze and towards the center. At only seven years old, the two of you were the best of friends. Both of you came from historical pureblood wizarding families and as Mr. and Mrs. Black always said, “families of our status must stick together.” The world was black and white in their eyes and if you couldn’t trace your wizarding family back more than at least seven generations, then you were hardly magical at all. None of it ever made sense to you but it didn’t need to; they were the parents of your best friend and if you wanted to keep Sirius, you had to listen to them.

But not now. It was growing dark and it was time for the Black family to leave, only neither one of you wanted him to go. So Sirius hatched a plan, claiming his parents couldn’t make him leave if they never found him. It was a genius plan. Once you reached the center of the maze, you both dropped to the ground in a fit of giggles. You laid on your back and stared up at the stars, trying to see the shapes so many people claimed to see in them. “Mother says that one is called Sirius.” The young boy whispered and pointed up at the sky.

“You have a star named after you?” That was quite impressive.

Sirius only shrugged. “Probably if it’s new. I don’t know how old stars are so maybe it could have been born before me.”

You sat up and looked over at him. “How old do you guess the stars are?”

“Really old, like 30 or something.” That was very old. Sirius sat up and ran his fingers through the grass, a frown coming to his face when he heard his parents calling for him.

“Sirius,” you whispered, hoping the grownups couldn’t hear you, “will we still be friends when we’re 30?”

Sirius only smiled and grabbed your hand. “Of course we will. We’ll be best friends for the rest of our lives.”

While it hadn’t been forever, it had been almost ten years since that night and somehow you both remained best friends. Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor and you were in Slytherin but years of friendship couldn’t be destroyed just because of some house rivalry. Sirius did believe you were the only Slytherin worth something and you found him to be the only Gryffindor you could stand to be around for more than ten minutes. It was hard to spend time with him since there were conflicting schedules and new friends in the picture but you both tried to keep things as normal as possible. That was until somewhere along the way, things got a little more than friendly.

Sirius Black was a flirt and no one could deny that. He was simply just a flirty person and you were not excluded from that personality trait. Sirius and his three friends made their way into the Great Hall for breakfast and while his friends made a beeline for the Gryffindor table, Sirius made his way to the Slytherin table. He took a seat next to you ignoring all the glares as he threw an arm around your shoulder. “And how is my favorite beautiful creature this fine morning?”

Without even looking up from your food, you leaned into his chest and heaved out a sigh. “Fine except it's been almost 12 hours since I saw your handsome face,” you said with clear exaggeration in your voice.

Sirius barked out a laugh and kissed your head. “Well that’s understandable. It must have been hard to go so long without me. I don’t know how you survived.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence as you finished up your breakfast and Sirius sat and held you. When you finished, you glanced up at him. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this morning? What do you need?”

Sirius pushed you away and scoffed. “Can’t a man see his best friend without needing something? I am appalled that you think so little of me.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face him fully. “Maybe a man can but you are no man. The three hairs on your chin don’t make you a man.”

Sirius put his hands over his heart and let out a sound like a wounded animal. “Ouch, right in the heart. I’ve been critically wounded by the love of my life! What a fate. What a way to go.” He fell backwards onto some poor unsuspecting fourth year who quickly shoved him off and onto the floor. He landed with a thud and reached his hand in the air. “Tell my friends… I love them.” Silence. You sighed and counted the passing seconds, smirking when he sat up and reanimated right on time. “Tell Prongs he gets my broomstick and Wormtail gets my favorite jacket and Moony, my dear sweet Moony, tell him…that it was I who ate his last chocolate bar.”

He dropped back to the ground. After another few seconds, you leaned over and lightly kicked him in the side. “Are you done with the dramatics?”

Sirius opened his eyes and smirked. “Never.” He climbed back into the seat next to you and rested his head on your shoulder. “I do need something though.”

“Well color me shocked. What is it?”

“Just the password to your common room. We need to pay someone a special visit and drop off a present.” He looked up at you with wide eyes; he was incredibly good at the puppy dog eyes.

“Honor in vita et gloria in mortem.” Sirius has asked for the password many times and you gave it to him without a second thought each time. You knew him and his friends had a tendency to cause some trouble but it didn’t matter much to you. He stayed away from your friends that had done nothing wrong and focused all his pranks on others. Besides, they were all harmless as far as you knew.

“Honor in life and glory in death? Are all Slytherin passwords that intense?”

“And what’s Gryffindors? Let me take a wild guess. ‘Gryffindors are the best and everyone else sucks ass.’ Is that right?”

“Much too long. We like things short and sweet.”

“Aw, just like you.” Sirius snorted and grabbed your face in his hands.

“You are something else. You know that?” He smiled and watched you, his eyes never leaving your face. Sirius was cocky and it was easy to know why. His eyes sparkled like the star he was named after. His smile was so warm when it was just a smile and not some smirk he usually wore. Though his smirk was something to witness. He was beautiful. Sirius and you both looked over at the Gryffindor table, seeing a lot of movement out of the corner of your eyes. James and Peter were standing up and waving their arms, clearly trying to get Sirius’s attention.

“I think they may be summoning you. Of course how else do you expect them to get in contact with a demon like yourself?”

“Ha ha ha. So very funny.” Sirius said as he stood. “I want to talk to you after class this afternoon. You have potions with Slughorn last right? I’ll meet you outside the classroom!” He gave your shoulder a squeeze before he ran off to his friends.

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Time passed extremely slowly and it felt like the minutes were hours. It was torture to sit in class and pretend to care about whatever the professors were droning on about when your thoughts were consumed with Sirius. You talked daily but something about the way he squeezed your shoulder before he left was out of place. He had done that many times so it wasn’t the action that felt wrong, just something inside of you did. Somewhere deep in your gut or your heart or your brain, something was different.

Finally as the last bell rang and signaled the end of class, you slipped outside as quickly as you could. You hoped maybe you could get to the hall before Sirius would find you since he had to leave his class and find yours. A spare moment to calm down your rapid heartbeat would be wonderful. Immediately, your eyes landed on Sirius, his hair flowing down his shoulders in perfect waves. His gray eyes caught the afternoon light and sparkled.

“How did you get here so fast? Don’t you have class on the other side of the castle?”

Sirius only smiled and grabbed you hand, leading you out to the Quidditch Pitch. “It would have taken me a while to come here all the way from charms but I didn’t bother showing up today. I had to make sure I wouldn’t be late for our date.”

A nervous laugh passed your lips as you glanced at his fingers intertwined with yours. A date? He was joking, he had to be. He had made these jokes many times before and every time you laughed them off like they were nothing. You even joked back sometimes but not this time. You didn’t have anything remotely funny to say to him. He couldn’t have actually been taking you on a date. It was all a joke and you were overthinking. Afterall, Sirius was never well, serious.

“I know for our first date I should have told you to dress nice and all but I personally think you look very cute in your uniform.”

Maybe he was serious. The smile on his face, pure with no hint of mischief, and the way he kept your hand firmly tangled with his only added fuel to the fire. There had to be some way to find out if he was really taking you on a date or not.

“You know,” you started but quickly stopped to clear your throat when your voice was much too wobbly. “A normal person asks another person on a date and doesn’t just tell them they’re going on a date.”

Sirius shrugged and gave your hand a squeeze. “Of course but that would require us and our relationship to be normal and we both know it isn’t.”

It isn’t? He was flirty and overly confident all the time with everyone he knew, including you. You’d heard him make flirtatious jokes with other students. You’d seen him kiss James on the cheek. He was like that with everyone so why would it be anything other than normal for him to do that to you? Was it because you were his childhood friend? Was it because you were in Slytherin? Was it because maybe he didn’t think you were just a friend? Did you think he was just a friend? Of course. Well, besides the couple of times you’d caught yourself staring at him as he stripped off his shirt to swim. Or those times you watched him play quidditch and get all sweaty. Or that one time you watched his butt as he walked away. That was all just physical attraction though and no one could blame you. He was pretty and you liked to appreciate pretty things.

Although, there had been those times you thought about what a great partner he would be. He was always so caring and sincere around you and you assumed he’d be like that in a committed relationship. You also couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like with kids. He would probably be fantastic seeing how he acts just like one most of the time. There were the quiet mornings with him when you two were some of the only students awake and he sat with you in silence, sipping tea; you always wished they lasted longer and you could have those mornings for the rest of your life. And it was hard to forget when he’d sneak you out to the Astronomy tower late at night and watch the stars huddled together under a blanket. Maybe that wasn’t normal and maybe he had been seeing it all far before you ever did.

It took you a minute to realize you had stopped walking. Sirius was still by your side, holding your hand as he waited for you to get out of your head. Looking around, the quidditch pitch looked exactly as it always did except for the blanket in the middle of the field. Sirius led you over and watched you as you took in the sight. On the blanket were two plates, two cups, and a basket overflowing with food. Cookies, grapes, cheeses, bread, jam, and was that a turkey leg? He set this all up for you?

You turned to look at him, mouth hanging open but he only gestured for you to take a seat as he did the same. “I asked the elves in the kitchen to give me whatever they could fit in the basket. I hope there’s something you’ll like.” His cheeks were tinted pink as he started to add food to his plate. Was he blushing? Was the Sirius Black blushing? That or he suddenly came down with a very high fever.

“This is amazing.” You said when you found the words. Once you were sitting across from him, he helped you fill your cup with some water as you picked out something to eat. “Why did you do all this?”

Sirius sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He looked nervous and stressed. “There’s been something I needed to tell you for a while and I hoped maybe the picnic would help soften the blow.” So this wasn’t a date? He was just trying to calm your reaction to whatever he was about to tell you? You were surprisingly a little disappointed to learn that.

“Tell me.”

He took a deep breath and set his plate on the blanket. “I’m running away. I’m getting the hell out of that house and that family.” There had been tension in the Black family for a long time, ever since Sirius’ sorting. Sirius was the first person in the family in a long time that didn’t believe in pureblood superiority or Slytherin pride. You heard bits and pieces from your own parents as they talked about similar things fairly often. They didn’t disagree with Sirius but they didn’t completely agree with him either. As you got older it was easier to see the mask they wore around their high status friends, trying to keep their ideas and opinions in line with the others. At home it was clear that they were just following whatever they thought would be the most beneficial. Your parents swore they had their own opinions but whenever they were around Walburga and Orion, their opinions were suspiciously the same as Mr. and Mrs. Black.

Sirius was rebelling against them and their way of thinking and he planned to run away, if they didn’t kick him out first. “Where will you go?”

“James said I’d be welcome at his house if it ever came to that.” He shrugged and picked at his fingernail before continuing. “I just worry that it will change something for us. I know your parents are just a little obsessed with mine and that could change how they see me and us.”

You shook your head and threw yourself at him, knocking the two of you over. As you laid on top of him, you kept your arms wrapped around his neck. “Sirius, nothing in the world could ever change what we have. I promise.”

You pulled away just enough to see his face. You watched as his eyes moved, tracing the shape of your eyes, nose, and lips. “Not even this?” He whispered before he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours. It was gentle, just like his hands that freely roamed your back and settled on your hips. He slowly pulled away and smirked up at you.

“Maybe. You might have to do it again so I can be sure.” You whispered with a smirk of your own.

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Months had passed and they were blissful. You and Sirius hadn’t labeled anything but you were happy. He held your hand when you walked to class, he sat with you at meals, and he kissed you in broom closets. A lot. He wanted it kept secret until he was certain his running away wouldn’t change anything. School was ending for the summer and when you came back, you’d be in your final year. If you got as much of Sirius as you had in the past few months, then it was going to be a perfect year.

Leaving him at the train station was harder than normal but you would see him soon enough. Your parents were going to host the Black family for dinner only a week after you got home.

Late one night, an owl appeared at your window with a letter in its beak. Quickly, you took it from him and smiled when you recognized Sirius’ writing but your smile soon turned into a frown as you read it:

Y/N,

I was kicked out. Orion and Walburga threw a fit when I refused to follow in their footsteps and worship their Dark Lord. They threatened to kick me out and I told them to go for it. My darling mother shouted curses at me as I ran to my room. I’ve gathered up what I can and I’ll be at the Potter’s house as soon as I send this to you. I’ll let you know when I make it safe.

Sirius

Only an hour later you received another letter telling you he was safe and just when you were going to answer him, your parents knocked on your door. As they came in, the air in the room grew heavy as they took a seat on the foot of your bed.

“I’m going to assume you heard that Sirius has been kicked out.” Your father started. When you nodded, he continued. “He’s been disowned and removed from the family. As far as Orion and Walburga are concerned, they only have one son. To respect the family, you are forbidden from speaking to Sirius. Any letters you send and receive will go through us.”

“You can’t do that! He’s my friend! He’s—”

Your father stood and turned to face the door. “Not anymore. We are doing this for you and your future. If we have even an inkling of you having contact with Sirius, you can expect to suffer the same fate.” With that, they left. What were you going to do?

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Sweet dreams

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.3K

SUMMARY | Nice dreams are a rare occurrence for Bucky these days, and when he finally has a sweet dream, it's about you. When he wakes up in a good mood he doesn't want to tell you it was about you, so he starts avoiding you so he doesn't have to admit it and his feelings for you.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Sight angst, mention of passing of a parent, mention of a non-existent bond with a parent, implied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), Bucky is an idiot, and this one has a very happy ending.

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You and Bucky got home from an undercover mission late last night and immediately went to your respective bedrooms to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Before you could even take your clothes off you fell onto your bed, sprawled out, and knocked out cold from the sleep deprivation from the mission. Bucky on the other hand was used to not sleeping much, so he was able to get ready for bed the way he usually would before sliding underneath his comforter and resting his head on the pillow. This time, the usual nightmares made way for a sweet dream, and it was quite unexpected to Bucky - he dreamt about you.

''May I have this dance?'' Bucky asked and you happily agreed, you have been thinking about dancing with Bucky for as long as you can remember, and now it is finally coming true. He's wearing his military uniform, you are wearing a red dress with butterflies on it, your hair was curled to absolute perfection and your lipstick matched your dress perfectly, making you look stunning. ''I've been dreaming of dancing with you for a while,'' he whispered in your ear and you let out a little giggle before returning the sentiment. ''You don't even know how much I've thought about finally getting this dance,'' you said and now it was Bucky's turn to get a little bit flustered. Usually, the girls he knew weren't so forward about their fantasies about other men.

''I will miss you when you're going on your next assignment, Bucky,'' you sighed as you looked deep into his steel blue eyes. You would never get enough of seeing them. ''Will you wait for me? Will you wait until I get back?'' he asked as he looked into your eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. ''Of course, I will wait for you. I love you, Bucky,'' you said and he let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. ''I love you too, doll. I have for years and I'm glad I finally have the chance to tell you,'' he said before pulling the both of you off the dance floor and into a quiet hallway, he didn't want anyone to see the two of you. He grabbed your face softly in his hand and brought your face to his for a soft, gentle but promising kiss. In it were all the promises he could ever think of, and it would be the start of the rest of your lives together.

When you wake up the next morning you realize you've slept in later than you thought, but you didn't have any plans until 3:30 PM when the debriefing took place for the mission you were just on with Bucky. You changed into a black and white outfit, but you always like a pop of color, so you wear your new red jacket to complete your outfit for today. You just put your hair up in a ponytail and didn't wear any make-up, it was a pretty easygoing kind of day with some easy errands. When you were dressed, you walked towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast - or lunch, since it was almost lunchtime now - and ran into Bucky. ''Hey Buck! How did you sleep?'' you ask, and he looks at you before mumbling something you can't hear and quickly walking away.

''Can anyone tell me what's going on with him?'' you asked the guys sitting at the kitchen island, also eating their breakfasts. ''Did I do something wrong during the mission or something?'' you asked and you got worried you did something wrong, or something to offend him or something. ''I'm sure he's fine, Y/N, I'll go talk to him later, okay?'' Steve offered and you nodded, but you didn't have a good feeling about it. You just grabbed your breakfast out of the fridge, you were very grateful you made some before you went on the mission, and sat down with Sam, Steve, and Clint at the kitchen island. Their conversation went right over your head, but they didn't mind. They knew you just came back from a mission so they just let you be for a bit.

After your breakfast you decide to go run the errands you needed to do, it wasn't anything exciting, but it was nice to be out of the Compound either way. You picked up your prescription glasses since your old pair broke before the last mission, and wearing your spare glasses wasn't the most comfortable but it had to do. After that, you picked up a few small presents for Pepper since her birthday was coming up, and you decided to go and get something for Bucky in the hopes that it would make up a little for whatever you did. When all that was done you went to your favorite place in the whole city, a small bookstore owned by a good friend of your mom.

''Hi Gracie, how are you doing today?'' you said as you walked in and greeted your mom's good friend. ''Y/N, it's nice to see you! This red jacket looks stunnin' on ya,'' she said and it made you smile. You knew coming here was a smart move, especially on a day like today. ''Thanks! How are things going with the bookstore?'' you ask as you slowly let your eyes graze over the titles she sells, in your opinion, there's nothing better than curling up with a warm blanket, a cup of tea, and a good book, so you're always looking for new ones to read. ''Business isn't what it used to be, most people are readin' their books online now,'' she sighed, this was something she's been struggling with for a while. ''I get it, it's easier to read online, but for me, there will never be anything better than a good old book,'' you said, giving Gracie a reassuring smile.

''Have you visited your mom lately?'' she asked, and now that you think about it, you haven't. Ever since your dad passed away a few years ago, you haven't been home as much anymore, it was too hard to go there. Your bond with your mom has never been very strong, but you shared an incredibly close one with your dad, and his passing did hit you hard in the beginning. Now, you mostly went to visit her on her birthday and Christmas, but not much more other than that. ''No, but I really should visit her again soon,'' you said with a small smile on your face. Despite the lack of a bond, you still love her a lot and it does sound nice to see her again.

~ Meanwhile back at the Compound ~

''Buck, wait up!'' Steve said when he finally found him, he was on his way to the gym when he happened to spot Bucky in the hallways. Bucky turned around and greeted his friend with a smirk and stopped to talk to him. ''What's going on with you? This morning you practically ran out of the kitchen as soon as Y/N walked into the kitchen. Did something happen during the mission I should know about? Because if it-'' Steve said before being interrupted by Bucky. ''No, nothing happened on the mission. It's-, it's nothing,'' he said after thinking about mentioning his dream to Steve. It was something he wanted to keep to himself because he didn't know what he would do if this reached you.

''Are you sure? Because it certainly did not look like it was nothing. You know you can tell me if something is going on, right?'' he pressed a little, he was very worried about his best friend and if there was anything he could do to help, he would. ''Yeah, I know. Can you let me pass now? I have somewhere to be,'' he said, even though that wasn't true. He was just going to walk around the city to clear his head a little bit. ''Uh, yeah, of course,'' Steve muttered before stepping aside and Bucky walked away, out of the Compound so he could be alone with his thoughts for now. He decided to walk to a park nearby, and it seemed luck wasn't exactly on his side, because when he arrived he saw you sitting on a bench near the water, feeding the ducks.

''Bucky, hey!'' you said when you spotted him, and he just stood there frozen, not sure what to do. On one hand, he wanted to go over to you and sit there with you, but on the other hand, he wanted to turn around and walk in the opposite direction. He chose the latter option and walked back to where he came from, leaving you disappointed on your bench, tears starting to prick a little in the corners of your eyes. ''Is it me? Did I do something so horrible to me he doesn't even want to be in my presence anymore?'' you sighed as you asked the ducks. You knew they wouldn't give you an answer, obviously, but you were just wondering out loud for a moment. You sat there a little longer before heading back to the Compound, now you were dreading the fact that you had to do the debriefing with him.

When it was time to head to the debriefing, you quickly grabbed yourself a cup of tea to take with you, so you would have something to calm your nerves a little. Steve and Bucky were already in the conference room and they appeared to be having a bit of a discussion so you decided to wait outside in order not to bother them, you were still early anyway. ''I told you, nothing is going on, can you just drop it?!'' Bucky said as he raised his voice slightly. ''No, I can't. I care about both of you deeply, and this isn't normal for you Buck. You requested to be put on this mission, even though she would have been perfectly fine on her own, and now you act like this? I've known you long enough to know somethings wrong,'' he said, raising his voice now.

Before Bucky could give an answer you walked into the room, both men flustered at your sudden presence. ''How much-'' Bucky said before you interrupted him. ''Enough to know that something is going on. Please, Bucky, I can't do this. I don't want to feel like I've lost my friend, and it starts to feel like that more and more...'' you said, the same tears pricking in your eyes now as you grab your mug of tea a little tighter now that you sat down. ''Y/N, it's not you, you didn't do anything wrong, believe me. It just-'' Bucky said as he pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking carefully about his next sentence.

''I had a dream about you and I didn't want to tell you, because it's kind of embarrassing,'' he ultimately sighed, avoiding your gaze. Your mouth dropped open slightly. ''What kind of dream? Was it a sex dream?'' you asked and Steve turned red at the mention, he didn't want to know about that. ''No, it was a nice one. I dreamed about you and me, we were back in the 40s and I asked you to dance. During the dance, we confessed our love for each other, and we kissed,'' he said with a deep crimson color on his cheeks and down his neck. He never thought he would tell you this, but he honestly does feel a little better now that he did, even though he kind of expected you to get mad at him.

''Bucky, could you please look at me?'' you said and he did, he locked eyes with yours, and he was relieved he didn't see any madness in there or anything, instead he saw... love? Could it be true that you share the same feelings for him as he does for you? ''I do love you, not just in your dreams, but in real life too. I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember, but our friendship means a lot to me so I decided not to act on it. You mean more to me than anything in this world,'' you said, grabbing his hands from across the table. ''I- I love you too, Y/N, I don't know why I said anything sooner, but I'm kind of glad I did now...'' he sighed. ''Okay, I'll come back later, just shoot me a text when it's safe to come back,'' Steve said before he ran out of the room, he couldn't stand the sexual tension between you two any longer.

''C'mere doll,'' Bucky said and you got up, grabbing his hand when he stretched it out for you and pulling you closer. He pulled you onto his lap so both your thighs were next to his and you were straddling him, faces close together. Your lips barely brushed together but you could feel Bucky getting hard underneath you, and you would be lying if you said this didn't turn you on. ''Kiss me, Bucky, please,'' you whispered and with that, the small gap between the two of you was closed, and it felt like fireworks went off inside your bodies as you kissed, hands roaming over each other's bodies. Bucky lifted you onto the table before removing your pants and underwear, his own following soon after. The two of you made love for over an hour, and afterward, you still couldn't keep your hands off of each other, much to Steve's dismay. ''I wish I had just shut my mouth,'' he sighed before starting the debriefing, even though he was still happy for you both.

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sleepyfireball · 3 months ago

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A Quiet Acceptance of Love | A Bridgerton Story

Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Gen Pairing: Violet Bridgerton/Marcus Anderson Summary: Violet Bridgerton slowly but surely falls in love with Marcus Anderson. A character study of Violet Bridgerton in Season 3. Notes: I finally got it all written, so chapters are going to be posted weekly. Massive shout out to @lifesizehysteria and @cptn-nash for being the best betas and friends a girl could wish for! This story would not have happened without them! Thank you to @shmaptainwrites for letting me use her her visuals because they are so stunning! AO3

Violet Bridgerton loved Edmund Bridgerton. That was simply a fundamental fact of life. Her husband passed away 12 years ago and it still stung when she thought of the time they should have had together. If she dwelled on the past too long, she could almost feel herself slipping into her happiest memories. However, it could not change the fact that she still had wants and needs that had been left untended since Edmund’s passing. Violet felt that she had come a long way in understanding that wanting and needing those things was not a betrayal of her husband.

Recently, she had begun to realise just how lonely she felt, every time she saw Simon and Daphne doting on their children, or Anthony and Kate, still in the happiest throes of an early marriage. Violet realised, with a pang, she was not alone, but she was lonely. She felt it most when she was chaperoning for her children among the atmosphere of fresh love during the season. It should have been her and Edmund there together, matchmaking successfully for their children, when instead, she was alone in her endeavours. True, she had Agatha and was friendly with the other mamas of the ton, but it did not compare to the rather large hole in her heart and her life that Edmund had left behind.

When Violet had spoken with Agatha about her feelings, even in the vaguest of terms, Agatha had been excited for her. And Violet knew that Agatha and her father had been familiar, despite Agatha’s best attempts to hide it from her when they were in London during the off season. Violet had expressed that she was open to the idea of finding love, or at least companionship, once again, she just had not been expecting to find it the very next season, so imagine her surprise when she dropped her glove outside the Innovations Ball, and a very dashing man stooped to pick it up for her.

“I believe this is yours.” The man said, his voice deep and rich, as they both rose to their full heights, offering her glove back to her with a slight smirk on his face. Violet hesitantly took the glove from his grasp, searching for the right words to say.

“Thank you,” tumbled from her lips as she smiled brightly, perhaps too brightly, at the man who had done her the unexpected kindness. She turned to the entrance to the ball before half turning back to the mysterious man, almost intent on striking up a conversation before she thought better of it and continued on her way, following her children inside. Violet, this is ridiculous, he picked up your glove, he didn’t make some grand declaration of love. Although, at her age, it was entirely possible that the two coincided.

Violet took a few steadying breaths as she entered the ballroom, trying to focus her attention on her marriage minded (and not so marriage minded) children. While having the attention of a man was not unwelcome, it certainly was not expected, and she did not really know what to do about it all. Apparently, it was one thing to coach your children through the season, but to experience even just a taste of it for herself for the first time in 30 years was something else altogether.

I really should talk to Agatha about this, she would know what to do.

As her closest friend in the ton, Agatha had become her confidante, even despite their hiccup during the winter. But sorting out her own issues would have to wait until after the ball; she did still have a job to do and a role to play after all.

***

Francesca appeared to be getting on well with Lord Samadani, as far as Violet could tell from her ‘definitely not interfering’ distance away, chatting with some of the other mamas. However, the moment her gaze dropped, Francesca had vanished, apparently leaving Lord Samadani to his own devices.

Violet had admitted, to herself at least, that she was struggling having four eligible children on the marriage mart. Not that having four out was new in any way; in fact it had been the same for the past 2 years. However, she knew that Francesca was slightly out of her depth in the crowded ballrooms, and Eloise, despite the strange friendship she had struck up with Cressida Cowper, still looked like a fish out of water when out in society. Benedict had escaped her at every possible moment, and Colin, who had come back from his extensive travels as someone she barely recognised, all charm and suave, when she knew her son was far more caring and compassionate of others than he was clearly letting on, seemed incredibly preoccupied with assisting Penelope in her quest to find a husband.

Presumably, that should have made it easier, but trying to corral 4 children whom she could tell did not entirely want to be at any of the ton’s outings was tiring to say the least. So, when Francesca vanished from her sight for the first time that evening, Violet was worried, but unsurprised. She knew her daughter to prefer the company of few over the company of many, which is why she flourished so much when learning the pianoforte under her aunt’s tutelage in Bath. Still, Violet was looking around for Francesca when she heard the deep voice of the man who had assisted her outside.

“Looking for your other glove?”

Violet spun around, surprised at the interruption to see the man was smiling broadly at her. She took a brief moment to compose herself before responding.

“Uh, no. No. But thank you for earlier,” she stammered out, moving to show there was no need for help and resting her arms comfortably above her stomach as he responded, smile still gracing his features.

“Well, some cannot help being heroes.” That successfully got a small laugh out of her as she continued to look around, absent-mindedly fidgeting with her hands.

“I am looking for my daughter,” she said, as way of explanation.

“Ah. I remember that feeling.” Violet turned back to him and smiled, laughing lightly before he continued, “Mine have all since flown the nest.” Violet felt the walls around her heart dropping as she became more comfortable in the man’s presence, no longer just continuing the conversation for propriety’s sake.

“Do they ever, really?” Violet responded, slightly exasperated. He looked at her intently, perhaps beginning to truly see her.

“No, I suppose not.” He said, looking thoughtful. Violet chuckled lightly again, allowing herself to relax more as he revealed more of himself to her before he continued, “Well, a nest is just twigs and leaves. It becomes a home when your children are near, which is… always, as you carry them with you wherever you go.”

As the mysterious man continued talking, Violet could not help but stare at him, captivated to have found someone in society who felt as strongly about their children as she felt and as Edmund had once felt. She smiled broadly, deciding that she must get to know this man better, to perhaps strike up a true friendship between the two of them.

“I do not believe I have seen you before.” Well, there was nowhere better to start than to discover where this mystery man had come from. As she spoke, she subconsciously turned her body toward the man, briefly forgetting about her quest to find Francesca and giving her full attention to him. As she did so, Agatha approached the pair and announced her presence.

“Ah. Marcus.” She addressed the man. So, that must be his name. Marcus. Violet let the name ring around inside her head, devoting it to memory. She turned toward Agatha and murmured lightly, with a laugh inflecting her tone, acknowledging her intrusive presence in what had been shaping up to be a lovely conversation indeed. She continued as if Violet had not spoken at all.

“You are here.” Agatha sounded disapproving as she addressed the man, Marcus. He muttered an affirmative as Violet chuckled lightly to ease some of the tension before Agatha continued, this time addressing Violet, saying, “I see you have met my brother.” Violet’s smile dropped and her eyes widened comically as she processed what her friend had just said, putting her arm out toward her to draw her attention as she hesitated to confirm.

“Y-your brother?” Surely not, Violet would have known if Agatha had a brother, especially after the two ladies bonded so much during the winter.

“Lord Marcus Anderson.” Marcus-Lord Anderson- spoke up with a light smile, confirming his connection to Agatha, and Violet could not help from smiling, even as she was stunned at who he was, as he continued with a small bow, “It is a pleasure to formally meet you.” Finally, a formal introduction, to which Violet responded in kind.

“Violet Bridgerton.” Violet also bowed her head slightly and smiled toward Agatha before realising that she had, in her shock, introduced herself with her given name, not her title, and continued on to rectify the slight misstep. “L-Lady Bridgerton, the dowager- Formally.” Well, that was a disastrous introduction. She stammered her way through it, feeling as though she was nearly a child again who could not remember the proper introductions. She was not sure why she had suddenly become so nervous in front of Lord Anderson, practically blushing at him, though more so from embarrassment than anything else.

“Hm.” Agatha interjected with a tight-lipped smile before continuing the explanations and allowing Violet some brief respite to compose herself after the awkwardness that came of stumbling over her introduction so much, especially in front of Agatha, to her brother no less. “Yes, Marcus has just arrived in town. He’s only visiting.” Violet was certain that there was disapproval and possibly some discomfort between Agatha and Lord Anderson, who still remained to be Agatha’s brother, somehow.

“I was not aware you have a brother.” Violet said to Agatha, eyes widening in her shock, slightly quieter than the rest of the conversation in a futile attempt to avoid embarrassing Lord Anderson.

Agatha murmured in response as Lord Anderson seemed slightly taken aback, muttering as his smile slipped from his face for the first time during the conversation. He glanced at Agatha before turning back to Violet as she continued speaking, this time addressing Lord Anderson himself.

“Uh, well, welcome to Mayfair, Lord Anderson.” Lord Anderson’s smile returned as she spoke in an attempt to smooth over the awkward edges of the conversation that they seemed to be veering dangerously close to.

“Thank you. I am quite enjoying my time here already.” Violet could not help herself from grinning as he spoke, possibly about her particularly, her traitorous brain supplied before she quashed it. He is certainly married, get a hold of yourself, Violet, she told herself mentally. She glanced towards Agatha before responding, wondering to herself, why is she still here? She usually runs away swiftly at the first sign of an uncomfortable conversation, and she certainly looked uncomfortable. In fact, she almost looked like she was chaperoning them.

Mentally, Violet’s jaw dropped as she considered the possibility that Agatha thought she had to stay near, to prevent anything untoward. Is that really what Agatha thought was going on here? Surely she knows that I handle myself with the utmost decorum. Violet laughed softly in an awkward attempt to diffuse the rising tension, which prompted the others to chuckle lightly as well, only serving to heighten the awkwardness.

Despite everything, the three of them remained rooted in place, as if whomever was first to leave would be admitting defeat. Violet felt frustrated that Agatha would not leave, as she had been enjoying her conversation with Lord Anderson immensely before she had joined them, and Violet now felt like she could not speak her mind because of Agatha’s prolonged presence.

Usually, she was so pleased to while away the match-making hours with her, however she did not usually have other stimulating company to occupy her time. Usually, she and Agatha spent the time watching her children and scheming about the best suitors for Eloise and Francesca! Suddenly remembering what had begun the whole conversation in the first place, Violet started and began to glance around in search of her daughter.

“I was looking for Francesca after she left Lord Samadani, did you happen to see her before you joined us?” As Violet spoke, she turned to Agatha, awaiting her response.

“Unfortunately, I did not, however the others around the room may have spotted her. You may need to go and ask them.” Agatha made clear her intentions to remain in place and Violet acquiesced. She bowed her head slightly to both Lord Anderson and Agatha before leaving in search of any of her children who may be able to help.

As she left the two behind, she could hear what was possibly a muffled conversation beginning, although she did not wish to stay to hear what they had to say about her, if anything. Glancing around the room, she could not see any of her children just yet, so she began to take a turn about the ballroom, looking for them as she reflected on the rather enlightening conversation with the mystery man who was, apparently, Lord Marcus Anderson, Agatha’s brother. It astounded Violet that Agatha had not mentioned a brother to her at all during their conversations together. Violet took a moment to pause and look over the room once more.

Lord Anderson was a lovely man, and she felt the very slight butterflies in her stomach that signified to her that, despite his almost certain married status, she was quite taken with him. She had come a long way in order to be able to admit that to herself, even if her first foray back into the courting scene was a disastrous introductory conversation with a married man who was her best friend’s brother, too. And it hardly counted as courting, the two had just been sharing a really rather lovely conversation indeed. Try as she might, Violet could not seem to make her thoughts behave on this particular matter.

Looking over the room once more, Violet spotted Colin, who had just finished entertaining a small group of debutantes and appeared to be intently focusing on something or someone, and she started making her way towards him, putting all thoughts of her conversation with Lord Anderson and Agatha from her mind as she focused her efforts on her children.

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Francesca had appeared to attract the attention of an earl, Lord Kilmartin, to be precise. Violet had not understood how the pair felt comfortable around each other when they seemed content to simply sit in silence together when he came to call on her, however she could see that Francesca was happier with Lord Kilmartin than she was with Lord Samadani. Despite that, Violet was eager to impress Lord Samadani, due to his being the Queen’s pick for Francesca.

That was before Violet and Francesca had gone shopping together in Mayfair and happened to see Lord Kilmartin. Francesca had clearly been excited to see him before the earl abruptly left their conversation. No matter how uninterested she said she was, her actions spoke louder, as they always had for Francesca, her quietest daughter. Violet recognised the quiet thrill of love blossoming even when the two of them were silent together. She also knew that Francesca had disregarded all possibility of continuing a courtship with Lord Kilmartin, which had led Violet to be watching over Francesca dancing with Lord Samadani at the Queen’s Ball. While her attention appeared to be devoted to her daughter, her mind wandered, thinking back to the Innovations Ball and the conversation that she and Lord Anderson had been having.

Violet had found her thoughts returning to him more and more frequently when she had a quiet moment to herself. Despite her best efforts to avoid focusing on him, her mind simply would not be swayed. Her thoughts continued to wonder if she may get a chance to get to know him any better at this ball. She had spotted him while everyone had been watching the ballet, not that she’d been looking for him, her mind insisted quietly. However, it was not done for a lady to approach a gentleman, certainly not a lady in her position, so she remained quietly hopeful on the sidelines, watching Francesca dance. As if her thoughts had summoned him, she heard the rich timbre of Lord Anderson’s voice call her name.

“Lady Bridgerton.” She turned to see the object of her thoughts strolling towards her with a plate of pastries and a bright smile, offering them to her. She smiled brightly to him, responding in kind.

“Lord Anderson.” She laughed lightly as she politely declined the proffered food. “Oh, thank you, but I have no appetite.” She had eaten, perhaps more than she should, just after the ballet and could barely handle the thought of more food. Eager to continue the conversation as Lord Anderson placed the plate down, Violet kept watch over Francesca as she asked, “Are you enjoying your evening?

“Oh, very much. I have not spent much time in Mayfair since the early days of my marriage.” Oh, so he was definitely married then. While she smiled and hummed her acknowledgement outwardly, Violet’s heart sunk slightly, though she forbade herself from thinking about that too carefully, in case she stumbled across some thoughts that may have struck a little too true. “In the countryside, one can walk and look at trees and lounge about one’s house.” Lord Anderson commented, to Violet’s amusement, as he took to watching Francesca and Lord Samadani as well. “Enlighten me, however does one pass the time here in the city?” He asked.

“I am afraid most of us spend our time meddling in the lives of our young people. At least, that is my and your sister’s favourite pastime.” Violet answered, keeping her eyes trained on the young people in question, so as to avoid accidentally staring at him. When she glanced at him, she could see that he was looking at her with something akin to astonishment.

“My sister likes to meddle?” He sounded almost… incredulous.

“Well, in truth that word does not do her justice. She moulds society to her will, and she is rather good at it.” Violet smiled, thinking on the truth of those words as she turned directly toward Lord Anderson then, in time for him to quietly acknowledge her. She realised that he seemed stunned by her words. “You do not know that about her?” Now it was Violet’s turn to be incredulous as she took a step to turn to him, abandoning all pretences of watching Francesca any longer.

“We are… becoming reacquainted.” Lord Anderson looked uncomfortable under Violet’s scrutiny. What had happened between the two siblings to cause this constant discomfort in either each other’s presence or at the evidence that they had barely been acquainted at all? As she opened her mouth to continue, he cut her off, in an effort to steer the conversation. “And who is the target of her moulding at the moment?”

“Ah. My daughter, Francesca.” Violet said softly as she turned back to the dance floor, allowing Lord Anderson to compose himself after she had accidentally confronted him. She appraised Francesca with more concern as Lord Anderson murmured his recognition. Violet continued, concern tinging her voice as she watched carefully, “Though, I am not certain she has yet found that spark.”

“Well, for what it is worth…” Lord Anderson began, continuing to watch Francesca and Lord Samadani.

“Mm?” Violet prompted as she turned towards him once more.

“… sometimes a fire is slow to burn.” Lord Anderson finished, and Violet hummed gently, allowing him to continue. “My own marriage was not a love match, and, admittedly, not very passionate in the beginning.” Lord Anderson chuckled slightly. Violet turned away from him, unable to prevent her smile from vanishing as she listened to him. He did not need to see the slight sadness and disapproval that Violet could not stop from reaching her eyes. “But I became very fond of her.” At his words, Violet watched Lord Anderson directly, content to see something akin to love in his eyes. “We were happy until the day she died.” Violet smiled softly, allowing him a moment to collect himself before offering her condolences.

“I am so sorry for your loss.” Violet would not have admitted it to anyone, but she was at least a little pleased that he was a widower, for he would understand her, perhaps more than most, especially given that his marriage was a happy one, a rarity in the Ton. “Maybe there is hope, then.” Violet continued brightly, thinking of Francesca and Lord Samadani, a good match theoretically, however Violet could see when her daughter was uncomfortable. Lord Anderson hummed his agreement before Violet spoke of her own experiences. “I, myself, had a love match, so that is all I know.” Violet remained steadfast in looking at Francesca with tears pricking her eyes until she could no longer bear it. She glanced at Lord Anderson, seeing only compassion in his face.

“You have my deepest sympathies.” Lord Anderson said, maintaining eye contact with her for the first time all evening. Violet bowed her head slightly in gratitude and smiled sadly at him, turning to look at Francesca once more before he continued, “But I am envious. You had the chance to experience a love match.” Violet turned back towards him then, laughing lowly as she remembered a stunningly similar sentiment expressed by his sister only a few months ago. “That is something I, myself, have not given up on finding in my second act.” Lord Anderson finished, and Violet could not stop looking at him. Here was someone else who was in almost the same position as she was, and he had just openly admitted to her that he was willing to find a true love match in his second foray into the courtship market.

As he glanced at her, she smiled ever so slightly, in awe at his confidence. It had taken her 12 years to even admit that she was willing to try once more, and she had resigned herself to perhaps not finding true love once more. Violet was unaware if she was even capable of loving someone as wholly and truthfully as she had loved Edmund. As she was contemplating this, the song ended and Francesca curtsied to Lord Samadani. Lord Anderson watched them and glanced up to the balcony where the Queen and Agatha were conversing before he excused himself. Violet bowed her head as he left her, before retraining her eyes on Francesca and Lord Samadani, allowing her thoughts to be consumed by them instead of the handsome Lord Anderson.

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cumulo-stratus · 1 year ago

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hey pookie!!! I saw your requests are open and I know you’re doing flufftober but I would adore you even more (idk if that’s even possible) if you would write something about reader coming out as genderfluid to Spencer? Maybe they just got together and they are nervous about what he’ll say? Just tons of fluff!!! Love you 💋💋💋💗🫶 xoxo

Like We Always Do

(GIF NOT MINE)

Request: Yes/No

Pairing: Fiancé!Spencer x Genderfluid!reader

description: after Spencer proposes to his partner they decide they have to tell Spencer what they had been thinking about for months- and Spencer is always ready to support his partner

Warnings: fluff, possible swearing

A/N: Thank so much for the love/support ma biche!! this is such a cute idea i love it sm! just wanna let you know since on top of school and fencing im still catching on flufftober it wont be super quick, but ill try my best additionally, im going to mostly have reader be presenting/using masc/gn pronouns. Also pls let me know if there any inaccuracies since im not gender fluid myself- and I'll try to fix them right away! (Again im litteraly fucking obsessed with this idea it's so cute)

Spencer given y/n an absolutely wonderful day- they had a relaxing morning book shopping at spencers favorite local bookshop- but as the afternoon approached Spencer became more and more nervous. he had planned every moment in his head, and had been running through them continuously. Now spencer knew y/n would probably say yes- he had the statistics to back him up but he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming anxiety creeping through him. The train finally pulled to a stop at their station and the screeching of metal on metal and the ambient hum of people starting to shuffle off, startled spencer out of his pensive sort of trance. Knowing Y/N’s aversion to crowded spaces he took his hand and led him to another exit on the other end of the carriage- placing a small kiss on his boyfriends knuckles eliciting a small giggle from Y/n

After they made the last leg of their journey to the beautiful park where the couple nhad their first date- spencer led y/n a small path in the forested area, surrounded by bright orange and yellow and red trees. The autumn colored leaves swayed softly in the gentle breeze- causing an ambient rustling. Y/ns hand still grasped tightly in spencers they started their way down the path. They walked for about 30 minutes- conversation drifting everywhere from books to politics to work, and even a little bit of work gossip from y/ns job.

Finally they reached a spot that looked over a small pond- the sun starting to set and reflecting onto the water below.

They came to a stop and Spencer took y/n's hands in his- looking into his eyes. When y/n noticed Spencer's intense gaze they looked at him worriedly. Spencer couldn't help himself- the combination of the weight of the ring in his pocket, and y/ns caring gaze. Before he even realized what he was doing he was down on one knee, looking up at Y/n.

This caught Y/n completely off guard and they gasped- finally understanding what spencer was doing. And tears came to y/ns eyes as spencer asked them to marry him.

“Y/n, we’ve been together for 2 years- and it’s been some of the best 2 years of my life. Ive laughed, I’ve smiled- but most of all I’ve loved, and i want to love with you for the rest of my life…”

at this point y/n had tear tracks all over their cheeks and spencer looked up at y/n expectedly. And when y/n nodded yes excitedly spencer shot up from his kneeling position to pull Y/n into an extremely tight hug, at one point even picking them up and spinning them around. Finally spencer let go of his now fiance and looked them in the eyes, but thats when he noticed that y/ns face had fell. Spencer was immediately worried and took Y/ns hands in his again asking “love, is something wrong? are you okay?” Y/n only looked down, almost as if embarrassed or shameful.

“spence. I- i cant…”

"You can't what? Do you not like the ring? We can get another one!"

Y/m chuckled dryly at Spencer's worried demeanor and said

" No- I love the ring- I just can't accept it without telling you something..." he looked slightly relieved, but still concerned for his partner.

“love you can tell me anything, just go ahead”

y/n shut their eyes tight, bracing themselves for what they were about to do.

“i think im genderfluid..- ive been thinking about it for months now but i didnt tel you because i was scared of what you’d say but if we’re taking the next step i need to know you’ll accept me..”

At this point y/n was rambling, still avoiding looking at spencer. His gaze softened as y/n explained their thoughts. And spencer couldn’t help but take y/ns face in his hands, forcing them to look at him. And when they made eye contact, y/n trailed off. This gave spencer his opportunity to once again pour his heart out for the person in front of him.

“oh y/n.. i will always accept you. Regardless of your gender identity, your pronouns, how you dress, you’ll still be the same person thats gonna laugh with me, is gonna kiss me and is gonna hold e when i need it the most. Becuase that’s what you do y/n!” Spencer laughed a little when he said it, before continuing “you care for people endlessly..- and thats what makes you you. Not how you identify or what pronouns you use. So I’ll always accept you.. okay?”

Spencer looked into Y/ns eyes intently as he asked this, making sure y/n understood that he would love them eternally. y/n just nodded, to speechless at spencers response to form words. Finally spencer took y/n in a deep, passionate and loving kiss. And when they finally pulled away for that pesky air- spencer spoke again.

“I dont know exactly how it’s all gonna work-“ because despite spencers vast and encyclopedic knowledge, he didnt know much about being gender-fluid. “But we’ll figure it out together- like we always do.” Y/n looked up at spencer with complete love and adoration in their eyes and responded simply with

“Like we always do..”

The end

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ae-azile · 5 months ago

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Progression - Chapter 30 Preview (Part 3!)

I wasn't going to share another preview, but since it is Pride Month and Thailand legalized same sex marriage, it felt appropriate to share this scene - which can sort of stand alone, even if you don't follow this particular story but love ArmKhun. 🙂

Scene/One-Shot under cut:

Tankhun had planned a private laser show on the beach!

“We can still watch the laser show,” Arm says, sounding like he is incredibly nervous, “I don't see why we wouldn't. I didn't realize you planned something like that. I just…This morning, you said you wanted tonight to be low-key. I didn't realize you planned a surprise of some sort. So I planned this because…because I love you. I never thought falling in love was in the cards for me. I just didn't. But I have had feelings for you for years, and they have only grown stronger since we got together and…was this not good enough? I had them decorate a secluded bridge over a koi pond with your favorite flowers and tea lights. There is a string quartet playing the song we first slow danced to. Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes!” Tankhun says accusingly, putting his hands on his hips. Arm’s expression immediately looks crestfallen and Tankhun would normally feel TERRIBLE for making Arm feel that way, even for a second.

But Arm beat him. He came up with this beautiful proposal with just the right amount of romanticism and intimacy. Even if Tankhun still had the opportunity to one up this, he wouldn't be able to. The laser show was supposed to be private and fun. Tankhun was going to play dumb and act like it was a surprise for him too. Songs that had meaning to them were to play before the daunting question spelled itself out across the sky. It had been incredibly expensive to come up with and make happen within forty-eight hours, and it isn’t even going to happen.

“You…” Tankhun tries to explain, then lets out a groan, pulls the box out of his pocket, and waves it in the air, “You ruined MY proposal! It is scheduled for midnight. That is just in twenty minutes, and you beat me! Do you know how long I have been carrying this ring? Almost nine months! You could have developed a healthy baby in your womb during that time, and don't say that isn't possible! You’ve ruined my proposal with your perfect one, so you get to be knocked up with our child in this scenario and not point out the flaws in my logic! I want a girl! Accept!”

When Tankhun finally calms down enough to take in his boyfriend's demeanor once more, he sees that he's holding back a laugh. He thinks this catastrophe is funny.

“Arm!” Tankhun says, stomping his foot once, “Stop.”

“I'm sorry,” Arm says quickly, then steps closer, “If I had realized you were going to propose to me, I would have just let you do the honors. It was very daunting and stressful to plan this out.”

“And you think I didn't have the same experience?” Tankhun asks, “You should have given me a head's up! I would have cast my plans aside and geared myself up for such a beautiful moment!”

“You’re the one who should have given me a head’s up!” Arm says defiantly, “You’ve had a ring for longer. I only got this one right after Kim moved back into the compound.”

Tankhun looks at Arm sullenly, “You have only wanted to marry me half the time I’ve wanted to marry you?”

Arm lets out a groan and steps closer, “Of course not. I was fooling around with different designs for months. I wanted something that would represent your taste and personality. I was looking at different shops online, visiting stores during my free time, and making calls. I finally decided on an online store when I looked into customer reviews, but even then, I spent a long time trying to figure out what would work for you! You can be picky, Khun! And I wanted to get something you would love but would still compliment mine if I designed one for myself because I want everyone to know we belonged to each other. I know I said I didn't mind that your family didn't know back when we were keeping this a secret from them, and that was mostly true. Your reasons for keeping it from them for so long were valid. But I knew that I would face them - or even approach them alone - if you said yes. I love you, Khun. I love how smart and charismatic you are, how devoted you are to your brothers. You love my sisters and nieces like they're your blood, and I love that about you too. I love how you treat your fish like they're your children and how creative you are in so many different ways. I especially love how strange, dramatic, and demanding you can be-”

“I have never been strange, dramatic, or demanding!” Tankhun says shrilly, only for Arm to take his face in his hands.

“You are. And if you suddenly stopped being that way, I would hate it. I love everything about you and want to marry you because you're it for me.”

Arm lets his hands drop at that point and Tankhun lets the words sink in. While he is still slightly frustrated his proposal plan was derailed by Arm’s proposal plans, that was a beautiful declaration of love. A bit of a ramble at times, but Arm is more introverted than he is and was never on the debate team like Tankhun was. And even though Tankhun has the skills to make a beautiful speech, he supposes he would also be flustered if the situation was reversed.

The situation could have easily been reversed if Arm had just waited a little longer. But Tankhun does appreciate the effort he has put into this.

“Let me see the ring,” Tankhun says, then realizes that sounds slightly demanding and is proving Arm right, “Would you please show me the ring?”

“You don't have to ask. I was going to show you when I got down on one knee and you interrupted me.”

“You took me by surprise!” Tankhun says, then lets out a sigh and pushes the box back towards Arm, “I'm sorry I ruined your proposal. But to be fair, you ruined mine first. Take two!”

Arm stares at him in bewilderment, “Huh?”

“It means try again. Sheesh, Arm! Don't you watch any of the behind the scenes clips I send you for the dramas we binge?” Tankhun says, then pushes on Arm’s shoulders, “Go on. Get on one knee. I’ll be quiet this time, I promise!”

“You promise?” Arm asks cautiously but slowly starts to lower himself to the floor of the bridge. Once he is fully in position, Tankhun nods in approval and Arm takes it as a signal to go ahead.

“Tankhun,” Arm starts as he looks up at him, “I’ve cared for you since the first day I met you and loved you since that day my biological father unexpectedly visited the compound to bug me about money and you punched him so hard that he fell into the pool-”

“That was five years ago!” Tankhun cuts in with surprise, but then lets out a laugh, “That was really funny! I punched him in front of all the guards! Even Chan laughed and…Sorry. I interrupted. Continue.”

Arm smiles a little, then pulls the box out again, “I’ve loved you a little more and more each day - both the good ones and bad. I didn't think it was possible to love someone more, but when you made your feelings known too, I felt emotions I had never experienced. They were terrifying, exhilarating, and a comfort, and I will cherish you and what I feel for you every single day for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”

When Arm shows him the ring, it's beautiful. It's a rose gold band with a larger inlay of a dark green stone, and a smaller one underneath that is white. It will stand out, but still be sleek and subtle, just like Arm’s is.

In fact - other than the inlay colors - it looks a LOT like the one Tankhun made him.

“Did you order that from this site?” Tankhun asks, pulling out his phone to look up the site in question.

Arm leans in to look at it, “How did you know?”

“I had to pay so much in shipping costs just to get them to do yours!” Tankhun says, “I can't believe they profited so much from our love!”

“Malai helped me out with it. She has embassy connections from her old job and access to an address they would freely ship to,” Arm says, “I didn't have to pay for the ridiculous fee they were asking for that way.”

“Ugh, I should have asked around!” Tankhun says, “I thought about it, but I didn't want word to get back to Pa and-”

“Tankhun, you still haven't answered.”

Tankhun gives him an exasperated look, “Well, of course it's a yes. I literally planned a proposal. You thought there was a chance of me saying no? You're so silly, Arm. You know, for someone so smart, you can be unsure of the undying and unconditional love myself and others have for you and-”

Before Tankhun can finish, Arm is back on his feet, slipping the ring onto Tankhun's left ring finger, and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Tankhun fully returns it as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulls him closer.

His fiancé’s shoulders. Because that is what Arm is now. His fiancé.

“So you talked to Malai about this and she didn't tell me even though we are going to be lawyers together,” Tankhun says with a sigh, “Did you tell the rest of your sisters?”

“Just Hansa,” Arm says, still holding him close, “I figured Nalin and Preeda would bombarde me with different suggestions on how to ask you, which would just overwhelm me more. But other than Malai and Hansa, I told Pol.”

Tankhun feels a jolt of annoyance, “I told Pol! I can't believe he knew we would have conflicting plans to propose to each other and he just let it happen!”

“To be fair, he risked pissing both of us off if he would have said anything.”

…That's true.

“Did you ask Pa or Kinn for their permission?” Tankhun asks.

Arm shakes his head, “It's your decision. Not theirs. I don't think either of us need their permission for this. We are our own people.”

Tankhun grins at that, brings him in for another kiss, then cups his face, “I only told Pol and Nam at first, but I ended up telling Kim and Kinn on weed brownie night. Everyone approves.”

“Even Kinn?”

“He was much more supportive than I thought he would be,” Tankhun says, “Granted, that brownie hit him hard. He was concerned about having cancer. He thought there was a freckle on his nail bed, so I suppose his impending doom made him prioritize his concerns. It turned out to be speck from a marker when your nieces begged him to color with them. All of that worrying for nothing! But the few people who do know have been very supportive.”

“Good,” Arm murmurs, “I'm glad.”

“Me too,” Tankhun says gently, then kisses him once more. He could stay in this moment forever.

Except…

“The laser show will start any minute!” Tankhun says with a shout as he breaks off the kiss, then presses his finger against Arm’s chest, “This didn't happen, okay? This proposal can re-enter your mind after I propose to you, but for now? You have to pretend to be surprised.”

Arm bites back a smile, “Ah. Of course. So you said there was a good view of the beach over this way?”

Tankhun preens under Arm’s willingness to play along, “I did! I can't wait to show you. I just thought of it a few minutes ago, but it's a new moon tonight. The sky should be dark and the stars will be easier to see. Oh, look! A string quartet! I wonder why they're here?”

And while he hears Arm break character by laughing at the remark, Tankhun lets it slide. As soon as they are on the blanket and the laser show starts, complete with songs and impressive graphics, Arm is sucked in. And despite having a general idea of what the show is made up of, Tankhun finds himself sucked in as well. When the words, “Will you marry me?” are made up with a group of lit up drones, Tankhun lets out a sound of delight before sitting up.

“Look at that!” Tankhun says, pointing at the sky, “I wonder who that is for?”

“I wonder,” Arm says. When Tankhun glances down at him, he is taken aback when he sees tears glistening in Arm’s eyes.

“Are you crying?” Tankhun asks, then glances up at the sky, “Is it that bad? I went with both privacy and technology, which are both things you like-”

“I loved it,” Arm says, his voice gruff, then quickly wipes his eyes, “And I'm not crying.”

“Lies!” Tankhun declares, then claps his hands, “I moved you that much! So? Does that mean yes? Or are you not sure?”

Arm squints at that, “Why do you think I wouldn't be sure? I just proposed to you less than ten minutes ago-”

“Shhh!” Tankhun says, hushing him, “Remember our agreement. That particular memory is wiped from our minds until my proposal has passed and we can make both proposal stories fun and sweet anecdotes to tell our seven daughters later.”

“Seven?”

Tankhun huffs, “I was robbed of sisters, Arm! There are plenty of reasons I call Kimberly by what should have been his name. I would have been a wonderful older brother to girls and I got younger brothers instead! Let me be a girl dad! I was cheated!"

“I am sure Kinn and Kim are both very grateful that things worked out the way they did.”

“They better be,” Tankhun says, “So what do you say? Seven daughters? I was thinking one who is biologically yours, one who is biologically mine, one who is a surprise, and four adopted.”

“...I am not opposed to having all girls.”

“I didn't think you would be,” Tankhun says, “It suits you, being outnumbered by your sisters and nieces. Let's add onto the count-”

“But I think we should only have two.”

“Six.”

“Three?”

“Five!”

“Four,” Arm says with a pointed finality. And even though four is technically closer to Arm’s original number than Tankhun's original number, he will accept it for now. There could always be a surprise twin or triplet that will pop up in their future surrogate’s pregnancy, or a group of several sisters who deserve to have the same home with two loving parents, or-

“Can we focus on the engagement and wedding planning before we have babies?” Arm asks, “We can look into egg donors or adoption websites as soon as we get back from the honeymoon, but-”

“You need to say yes first.”

“Hm?”

Tankhun sighs, “You got on me about not giving you a clear answer to your proposal to me, but now you are delaying giving an answer to my proposal! It's rude, Arm! Not to mention hypocritical. We can only be engaged if you say yes.”

“Even though you said yes to me already?”

Tankhun raises an eyebrow, “You really need to learn how to roleplay. We shall add it to our sex lives and practice in the bedroom.”

Arm sputters at that and while Tankhun genuinely enjoys making him this flustered, he wants a real answer.

“Do you need to see the ring before you say yes or no?” Tankhun asks, pulling out the box again. It's only when he flips it open that he realizes how dark it is.

“I don't need to be able to see the ring to tell you yes,” Arm tells him.

“Fine, but hold onto your answer until you see it!” Tankhun says dismissively, “I worked really hard at designing it and I'm proud of it! I think you will really like it!”

As Tankhun turns on the flashlight from his phone, Arm looks down at the ring and his smile gets wider.

“It's a very nice ring. I love it.”

“Good,” Tankhun says with a nod, then takes it out of the box and has it ready between his fingers, “You can give me your answer now.”

Arm holds his left hand out and lets Tankhun hold it, “Yes. I will marry you.”

Tankhun finds himself smiling ear to ear. And maybe - just maybe - there are tears in his eyes too.

#progression preview #progression spoilers #armkhun #armkhun proposal #armtankhun #kimchay fic but ArmKhun and KinnPorsche as supporting lead couples #armkhun fic #armtankhun fanfic #armtankhun fic #happy pride #congrats thailand

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jmdbjk · 1 year ago

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Bangtan Weekly Report: Festa Week

I am Army for about 3 years but loved them all 10 years...

saw someone say something similar the other day and its so true.

Millions of dollars spent on this almost month-long Festa and all for free to us. The 30 minutes of fireworks alone were estimated at $5 million USD. Now do you understand why those big sponsors were so important?

It is estimated that 400,000 attended the one day event that included Namjoon's presentation and the fireworks finale with about 120,000 being foreigners and 2000 being security manning the event. Perspective: Lollapalooza has an attendance of up to 100,000 per day. This 10th Anniversary Festa was ONE DAY.

400,000 ... almost half a million people on one day ... let that sink in.

View of the fireworks from around the other side of the river:

Drone view:

Fireworks began with Mikrokosmos, one of my favorites and right away I'm having trouble holding back the tears. Ever since YTC Busan, Butterfly has become one of those songs that makes me overly emotional but I found myself getting emotional even when hearing Fire, Dynamite and Take Two playing with the fireworks coordinated to the beat.

Watch 8-hour coverage of the day from JBTC News (gives a good idea of the number of people attending during the day-long event.)

Watch the entire fireworks show on Weverse. It begins with a message from Yoongi.

A translation of Jungkook's narration during the fireworks.

During Namjoon's event, the members called in. 32 minutes in Jungkook calls in from Los Angeles and apparently, Joon didn't realize it was JK EVEN AFTER HE SANG A FEW LINES OF TAKE TWO... JOON????? About 39 minutes in, Tae calls in and about 58 minutes into it, we hear Jimin conducting an Army quiz. I hope they add English subtitles soon.