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whatstruthgottodowithit · 9 months ago

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Eighteen]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 113

Rating: Teen

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.

If you want tagging let me know

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Dear Padfoot,

Sorry it took me so long to reply. I was too busy getting over the trauma of being a bridesmaid. Can you believe she picked orange for our dresses?! Orange! I looked like a bottle of bloody Lucozade. I swear Petunia just does things to mess with me, though I did manage to look better than Vermin, not that that’s a challenge. Anyway enough of my traumatic life, how’s things in the noble house of Black? Managing to keep your sanity?

And yes Lily and I are doing okay thanks for asking. In fact everything seems to have gone right back to normal except for the fact that she seems to keep finding a way to shoehorn James into every conversation. I swear she almost said she’d join us when I asked mum about going to the Potter’s in a few weeks. Must be his charm eh?

Anyway, have you heard from anyone else?

Reply quickly!

Dais x

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James,

As expected Petunia’s wedding was a nightmare but you’ll be happy to hear that me and Lil got through relatively unscathed. How’s life at Casa de Potter? I can’t wait to come and see you. Lily’s gone to stay with Marlene for a few days which means I’m home alone with mum and dad who have realised they only have one child for a change and have taken to fawning over me. Is this what it’s like to be you?

Write to me when you can.

Daisy

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Dais,

No pictures? Some friend you are…don’t worry though I bet you looked nice, like a pretty carrot.

Life here is just as grim as ever but alas we soldier on. I wrote the lads last week. Remus replied but he’s not doing so hot apparently his last change was really bad, he says he thinks it’s because he has gotten used to having us with him. The others haven’t replied yet but I bet if I pass that info to James about your sister he’ll get his quill out!

At this point, I don’t care who comes to James’ as long as I’m out of here.

Speak soon,

Padfoot

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Remus,

How are you? Sirius mentioned you weren’t doing too well after well you know. Hope you feel better soon and if not I’ll make sure to fend off the boys so you can rest when we meet up!

Daisy

P.s. Lily says have you read ‘The Hobbit’

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Daisy,

I’m okay just a bit worse for wear for a couple of days but I’ll take up your offer of keeping me away from them especially if they want to play quidditch! Tell Lily I have read the hobbit and I loved it! Is she looking for a copy? I’ll happily lend her mine.

Let me know,

Remus

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Padfoot,

Did I tell you I got a new camera! It’s amazing but it’s not magical [you’ll love it]. We had a girl’s day in Diagon Alley and I spotted it on our way back through muggle London. I’ll bring it to James’ with me and maybe even some photos of me from Petunia’s wedding. I’m sure you could use a good laugh!

Speak Soon

Daisy

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Daisy, Daisy, Daisy,

How you mock me and expect me to welcome you to my house with open arms! Well, maybe I will if you bring those pics of you at Petunia’s wedding. Sirius told me about your dress…I think you probably looked more like a goldfish but I’ll need visuals to compare. Remus says you’re trying to get him out of Quidditch at our place and I’d just like to say absolutely not a chance. Both of you are in!

Bring some flying gear! See you soon

James

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Pads,

If you think you and James are getting me on a broom you can go and pitch off the astronomy tower! No. Way. You can spar with a team of three I’m sure.

Dais x

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Pads,

You’ve been quiet. Is everything okay? Not much happening here. Snape came sniffing around a couple of days ago but I scared him off before Lily saw.

Reply soon

Dais x

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James,

Have you heard from Sirius? He’s gone quiet and I’m starting to worry.

Let me know.

Daisy

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Remus,

Have you heard from Sirius? He’s gone quiet and I’m worried.

Let me know.

Daisy

P.s. Lily just wants to talk to someone about it. She’s just read it and is in love. Please write to her! I’m sick of hearing it.

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Peter,

Have you heard from Sirius? He’s gone quiet and I’m worried.

Let me know.

Daisy

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Daisy,

Can’t say I’ve heard anything from anyone but I’ve been away on holiday with my parents! I’m sure he’s okay. See you at the Potter’s

Peter

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Daisy,

I got a couple of letters from him early on but nothing recently. Try not to worry. Maybe he’s just busy.

Remus

P.s. You’ll be happy to know me and Lily are now corresponding elsewhere. Though tell her I’m enjoying the worst witch! What a recommendation!

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Dais,

Not a jote. Mum says not to worry but I’m not too sure. I take it he hasn’t messaged you if you’re asking. Hopefully, we’ll find out what’s going on when you all come here. It’s probably just his shitty parents to be honest. Sometimes his mum takes it on herself to stop all his letters. Bitch.

I’ll write if I hear anything.

James

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SIRIUS PLEASE RESPOND.

I’m alone at home and going out of my mind with worry. If you don’t respond I swear I’m coming down there.

Reply soon!!

Daisy

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Dais,

Everything’s fine.

Sirius.

SIRIUS BLACK/SERIES TAGS

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#my writing #sirius black #sirius black fic #sirius black x ofc #sirius black x daisy evans #the other evans girl #marauders #marauders fic

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george-fabian-weasley · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley — Helplessly Part 2

Summary: After the Battle Of Hogwarts, Fred was rushed to the muggle hospital for better treatment of his injuries. While on a coma, his soul stayed with you for a couple of months. He watches as you went through the stages. And he watches when you start to write a song, just for him.

Words: 2,253 words

Warnings ⚠ : Just... Pure Sadness

Disclaimer: I am still in pain.

TAGLIST FOR HELPLESSLY: HERE

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 (COMING SOON!)

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CHAPTER 2: Weakness & Comfort

Your eyes felt like burning.

“Coma?” You repeated with a whisper, everyone was looking at you in concern, knowing how badly the new information could be to your health. “Y/N…” Hermione called softly; her hand reached yours with a gentle grip.

“I-I need to see him, please. I need to see Fred.” You said, hastily ripping off the wires on your arms, slightly panicking the others. “Y/N, dear, why don’t you rest first?” Molly hold both of your shoulders, somehow making herself as a barrier between you and the ground. She was giving you a gentle, slightly alerted smile. You shook your head fast, “I need to see him. I-I need to see if he’s okay. Fred… Fred’s okay, right?”

George came and helped Molly on keeping you on the hospital bed, “Yes, Y/N, he’s okay. You, on the other hand, need more rest.”

You were anxious, you can’t rest. Not until you see Fred.

“No! Let go of me!” You shrugged off George’s hands from you and jumped off the bed, only resulting your legs to fail you after remaining static for so long. So when you fell to the ground with a thud, Ron and Harry went running to you, trying to help you up.

“Y/N, I think it’s best if you could just-“ “Ron, please, I need to see Fred.” You cut off Ron’s words, gripping his arms tightly as you looked at him in the eyes. Your eyes were watery, your throat was burning. The thought of not seeing Fred made you so scared. The image of Fred laying down the grounds of the Great Hall kept resurfacing in your mind like a broken disc player. You were scared, you were panicking, you were stressing out, all at the same time.

As you kept trying to move forward to the door, Harry and Ron kept holding you back; holding your arms each, so you started screaming, “No! Let me go! I need to see him! I need to see Fred! Let go of me!!!” You tried again, and they still held you back. You throat was burning, and the emotions began choking you up. Tears were running down your face as you tried to break free from Harry and Ron desperately, screaming in agony.

Bill and Fleur hurriedly left the room to call a doctor to stop you hyperventilating, while Molly was already sobbing under the embrace of Hermione. George was trying to keep his tears all to himself, he hated to see you so distraught like this, it broke his heart so much the emotions were choking him up.

“Fred!!!” You wailed out, your voice hoarse from shouting and screaming.

The doctors finally arrived, and they had you pinned down to the floor when they injected you with a tranquilizer. Your crying had quieted down, but the weak whimpering you made; “Please, I need to see Freddie… He almost died in my arms, please…”, before you passed out was enough to make the whole room heartbroken.

When you woke up again, it was night-time. The view outside the window was dark, the only light was the small fluorescent light right on top of your head, just enough to dimly light up the room. You noticed the room wasn’t as crowded as before; there was only George, Molly and Hermione left in the room. George was sleeping in an uncomfortable position on the hospital couch, Hermione was dozing off sitting on one of the chairs, and Molly was beside you, with her upper body leaning onto the bed, seemingly sleeping as well.

“Molly…?” You whispered with a hoarse voice; your voice was small, similar to a young child asking her parents if they were mad at her. Instantly Molly woke up, the exhaustion in her face was clear, yet she was smiling widely at you, “Oh, dear, you finally woke up! Are you hungry, perhaps?”

You shook your head, your eyes sad. You remembered how you acted a few hours ago, and you weren’t proud of it. Your guilt was terribly heavy, your eyes turned glassy the moment they stared into Molly’s kind, loving ones. “I’m sorry.” Was all you could say, watching her smile softened at your words. She took a hold of your hand; her calloused warm hand brought you comfort almost immediately, “You were scared. And I don’t blame you, dear. War certainly brings the worst out of us, especially when we’re desperate.”

Molly had told you that you needed to stay in the hospital for a while, at least until your legs are strong enough to hold your weight again. The healers had said that you were overwhelmed with stress, and plus the injuries from the war, they’d actually be surprised if you didn’t faint.

A week passed by like a total blur.

While Molly and George took turns to look after between you and Fred during the day, Hermione had stayed with you the whole time, the hospital even gave her an extra mattress so she would be comfortable. She would be awake at night until the sun rises, to look after you. Because-

“Y/N, I’m here. You’re okay, sweetheart, you’re okay.” Hermione hugged you when you suddenly woke up screaming. You were having cold sweats everywhere, and your eyes were flooding with tears. You gripped onto her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, “I dreamt it again, Mione… I-I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, I see him on the ground-“ You couldn’t finish your words.

She rubbed your back lovingly, giving no damn of her wet shirt, “He’s okay, Y/N. Fred’s alright.” She muttered softly, caressing your head to calm you down. After several minutes of silent crying, you pulled away, sniffing. The nightmare was reoccurring, almost every night. You were exhausted to say the least, emotionally and physically. The nightmare drained you so much you’re afraid you’re becoming a shell of who you were.

“Can we go see him, Mione?” You asked her, you couldn’t stop the yearning in your heart. You need to see him. Hermione sighed, this wasn’t the first time you asked her this, “Y/N, it’s 2 in the morning.”

You only nodded. You knew it’s not going to work, but you had to try anyway.

Hermione watched you quietly with silent pity. Out of all, you were the most traumatized from the war. Sure, some of other people had nightmares too from the war, but not even Harry got it bad like you. She was grateful Ron was with her the whole entire time during the battle, she didn’t even want to think what would happen if she was in your shoes and the one laying on the ground was Ron. She knew how much you loved Fred, and she had seen how much the tall lad adored you.

She’s 100% sure, if soulmates are a true thing, you and Fred would be the first soulmates she thought of. So she did something; even Hermione herself was calling herself crazy for it.

“Can you walk?”

Hermione helped you walk to Fred’s ward by holding your arm, acting as your walking support. Unlike before, your legs got more strength and you could stand, but you were still having difficulties to walk. The hospital hallway was dimly lit and barely no one was there, except for one or two sleeping nurses at the counters. Despite that, you feel no fear inside, your main goal was to see Fred.

One whole week, you were yearning for this.

And there he was, on the hospital bed, with his eyes closed, and an oxygen mask on his face. He looked pale, yet he looked peaceful. Almost every part of his body was wrapped with bandages, especially his head, blocking your view from his red hair that you ridiculously missed. You sat on the seat beside his bed, watching his chest rise up and down as if he’s just sleeping, not trapped with wires and machines. Your shaky hand took a hold on his unmoving one, and you took a trembling breath at how cold it was.

The beeping machine was the only sound in the cold room.

“Hello, Freddie.” You whispered, watching him quietly. The anxiousness that you were feeling for a whole week vanished into thin air, your heart was beating healthily again at the sight of this boy of yours. Your thumb caressed Fred’s skin, a habit you’ve been doing for years because you knew how much Fred loved it when you do it. For once since the Battle of Hogwarts, you smiled sincerely, even with tears in your eyes, “I missed you, darling. I missed you so much…”

Your emotions were mixing with each other. You were happy that you get to see Fred again, breathing and alive, but you can’t help to feel broken that he’s not really alive. You caressed his face lovingly, in your mind, Fred was looking at you, giving you that cheeky smile you’ve seen a million times. But then your eyes woke up from your imagination, Fred was closing his eyes, pale and cold.

Your heart clenched tighter.

Hermione waited outside, giving you some time with Fred. She couldn’t bear to see you cry again because of him; her heart couldn’t take it. So she stood outside, letting out a shaky breath as she heard the quiet sobs of yours. Her eyes began to water, you were her best friend, you were there for her for almost every event of her life.

Watching her strong best friend become weak and fragile was enough to send Hermione to tears.

After giving Fred a kiss on his knuckles, you left with Hermione with a calm smile. You hugged her when you realized she was crying outside; it was your turn to comfort her. “Have I told you, I love you so much, Hermione?”

Hermione slightly laughed at that, with tears and all, “Yeah, you have, dummy.”

The next day was better for you, you weren’t as terrible as the past days, but you weren’t great either. Nevertheless, you feel better. It’s not like you’re saying goodbye to Fred, it’s more to comforting yourself that he was indeed alive and will wake up soon.

You just didn’t know how long it would take.

The Weasleys had invited you to stay at the Burrow for a while so they could take care of you once you’ve been discharged. Not wanting them to see anymore of the ugly sides of yours, you declined softly, giving reasons like your shared apartment with Fred will get dusty if was unkempt for long. As worried as George was for you, he reluctantly agreed, with a condition he gets to visit you every week to check on you.

Hermione even offered to stay at your apartment for a while, to keep you company. You once again declined, Hermione never had time for herself ever since the Battle had ended, you didn’t want to burden her any further. You were touched however, seeing so many people who weren’t even your blood caring about you immensely as if you’re one of their own. You believed at some point, you are, and you were grateful.

When you returned home a few days later, accompanied by Harry, Ron and Hermione; they insisted, you were glad they did. Seeing the shared space of you and your lover, with him being in the hospital unconscious, you broke down as soon as you step foot into the place.

Your three friends tried their best to be there for you, telling you jokes and making you laugh, trying to let you forget for a moment, so you could relax. After dinner, they reluctantly left, grimacing at the idea of leaving you all alone without anyone else in the house. But you convinced them you would be fine, and that you were too tired to think about other things. They gave you a goodbye hug, and Ron kissed the temple of your head comfortingly.

But as soon as they left, the smile on your face drained. You leaned your back against the bedroom door, slowly sliding down to the cold tiled floor. The dimly lit area seemed to darken, the darkness started to surround you. As you hugged your legs, tears once again without fail came without warning. Being left alone after surrounded by people you loved was the worst feeling ever, and despite that, you didn’t want them to see this ugly side of you. It’s enough that Hermione saw it, even with her, your best friend, you feel awful showing her your moments of weakness.

So you sat there, sobbing alone, with your heart aching for one man.

You remembered that morning where you visited him before going back home, you volunteered to wipe his body, the feeling of wanting to take care of your loving boyfriend was so strong. And so you did, with heavy tears in your eyes at the battle scars he had when you removed the bandages to change them to new ones. Despite the scars and cuts and burns and bruises, Fred still looked beautiful in your eyes. You kissed him goodbye on the forehead, not forgetting to squeeze his cold hand.

Somehow, the memory comforted you like no other.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain soul had followed you home the moment you visited him that night. Fred Weasley, now a lost soul, felt his heart physically snapping into pieces as he watched you quietly.

“Oh, darling. What have you done to yourself?”

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PART 3: READ

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darkkitsuneprincess · 5 years ago

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Preparing for War (Nobunaga x MC)

This happened. Don’t know why. Don’t know where it came from. I’m sorry to do this to y’all, but I can’t live with this by myself. If you need me, I’ll be crying in the corner.

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Title: Preparing for War Pairing: Nobunaga x MC Rating: G/PG Word Count: 1,300

Description: MC helps Nobunaga prepare for battle.

WARNINGS: Angst. Lots and lots and loooooooots of angst. (Sorry again, y’all…)

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Thunder rumbled in the distance, a herald of battle in the still, unsteady peace. Four candles burned in the tenshu, the dim light a visible representation of the weight on my heart in the pre-dawn hours. This…this was the day I’d dreaded since first arriving in Azuchi, and the hollow thump echoing through my chest with every beat of my heart reminded me of exactly why Sasuke warned me not to get involved with these men.

And silly me, I went and fell for the most hunted man of all. My life choices were never particularly sound, even before the wormhole.

In the center of the small circle of light stood Oda Nobunaga, the keeper of my heart and soul, waiting for this grim ritual to begin. The dark cloth of his hakama and hitatare seemed to absorb the light, as if to draw the flame itself from the wick of the candle and snuff it out. He looked straight ahead, his gaze fixed on a point along the far wall.

Today he would leave for battle; a fight which he was not guaranteed to win. Today, I would remain behind, keeping our home in working order in his absence.

I knelt at his feet, my breath hitching, and lifted the suneate from his most impressive armor display. I placed the gleaming, black legplate against his left shin and, carefully so as not to shift it, wrapped the cords and secured it in place. I repeated the movements on his right leg, then rose and lifted the haidate. My cheek pressed to his chest and I listened to the slow, steady beat of his heart while I wound my arms around his body, securing the heavy leather-and-iron skirt around his waist with the knots he’d taught me.

Reaching for the kote gave me the opportunity to turn away and wipe the standing tears from my eyes. Still he did not move; did not speak. Had I not just heard the heart beating in his chest, I’d have thought him little more than stone.

One by one I slipped the armor up his arms, pulling the ties tight across his broad chest and securing them on either side, then working the laces down his forearms into the proper position before sliding the tekko into place and positioning and securing them with the ties of the kote.

Next came the do, the heavy leather-and iron curiass fitted to his chest and back. I wove prayers for protection into the ties and knots holding the plates to my beloved’s body, silently begging for its unfaltering protection. As I tied his obi, securing the wakizashi to his side, I looked up at his face, blank and unreadable. Those beautiful eyes had once more gone cold and dark. Every part of him I knew was gone, hidden beneath the armor on his body and around his heart.

I lifted the silk rope in my hand and tied the katana around his waist, then tucked the gleaming black-and-silver tessen into the obi on his opposite side.

Upward I continued, the sode, the neck guard, pausing to stretch up on my toes and offer a kiss to his lips before securing his face guard and, finally, his helmet. Piece by piece I sheltered the man I loved behind the unfailing and unflappable façade of the samurai warrior. Gone was my gentle lover, replaced by the fearsome Devil King.

My task complete, I stepped back and examined my work. It was exactly as it should be. I could see no fault in his armor, no weakness to be exploited by his enemies. For the first time since rising from our shared bed, Nobunaga turned his gaze toward me, the hardness in his eyes softening for the briefest of moments before he flew into a defensive stance, his katana flying from its sheath with the snick and ting of metal on wood. The way he moved, even encumbered by the bulky plates of armor, was both beautiful and terrifying.

Without a word he replaced the katana, righted himself, and turned for the door.

I followed behind him silently, head down and eyes trained on the backs of his knees. So long as I kept my face toward the floor, nobody would see the tears falling behind the curtain of my hair. It is necessary, I told myself again and again, yet my heart refused to get on board. The sickening dread of losing him slithered along my spine, taking up residence at the base of my skull and reminding me that this may be the last I see of the other half of my soul.

At the bottom of the stairs, Nobunaga reached back and took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.

I am yours and you are mine, the gesture said; words spoken between us so many times. My heart gave a sharp thump and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my chin from quivering under the weight of my emotions. I would not cry where he could see; I would not give him reason to doubt or regret. He was going to war to secure the kind of future from which I’d come; I would not be the thing that stood in his way.

At the gates we were met with a fearsome sight: Nobunaga’s motley collection of warlords, fully armed and prepared for war. Masamune sat atop a black warhorse, the golden crescent of his helmet shining in the torchlight. Side-by-side stood Hideyoshi with his fan of blades atop his head and the horned helmet of Mitsunari with Mitsuhide in his black-and-gold, bellflower-adorned armor behind them. Ranmaru, dressed in the customary black of the ninja, stood beside Nobunaga’s charger, the reins in his hand.

Only Ieyasu remained without armor; the man who would protect Azuchi in Nobunaga’s stead. He looked at me, gaze soft and sad on my behalf, then turned toward the others with a huff.

“What are you waiting around for? This battle won’t fight itself.”

“The lad is right,” Masamune replied, his voice muffled by his face guard. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready for a good fight.”

Ieyasu sighed. “Sometimes I think you have rocks in your head, Masamune.”

“Or at the very least, a traumatic brain injury,” Mitsuhide added with a snort and mounted his own snow-white horse.

“Laugh all you like,” Masamune said, “but I’ll be the one to win this war before the rest of you even get to have fun.”

Hideyoshi groaned. Ieyasu sighed. “Did you really have to give that idiot the vanguard again?”

“I make the best possible use of my tools, Ieyasu,” Nobunaga answered. The humor in his voice didn’t reach his eyes. With that, the others busied themselves with last-minute preparations, making a big show of not looking at us.

Nobunaga turned, cupping my cheek with one armor-clad hand. “I am yours and you are mine,” he said, his voice nearly swallowed by his helmet. I closed my hand over his, then stretched up on my toes and pressed my lips to the cold, immovable mouth of his mask.

“I love you,” I whispered, then stepped back out of his reach.

“And I love you,” he replied before turning and mounting his own charger. Ieyasu stepped up beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“They will be okay,” he said as the five warriors rode toward the field where their army waited.

“Come back to me,” I said aloud though he couldn’t hear me, and pressed my hands to my quivering belly. Beside me, Ieyasu’s eyes went wide with the realization. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

Please, Nobunaga…come back to us.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku fanfic #ikemen sengoku fanfiction #ikesen fanfic #ikesen fanfiction #ikesen nobunaga #ikemen nobunaga #angst #lots of angst #angsty angst #why so much angst?!

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tewqut · 5 years ago

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A New Transition Part1 (AON Prequel)

This is part one of A One Night Prequel.

She stayed up all night and day with a maximum of 3 hours of sleep for months to finish a velvet long dress with black stones all around it. This was her best work and it would be modeled in a famous fashion show in New York.

Tiredly, Marinette walked up to her apartment that she already shared with her future husband. She had everything she ever dreamed of as a teen. She was in a lovingly relationship with the man of her dreams. Her dress was going to be modeled in an important fashion show in New York. She was still in contact with her friends. She still helped her parents with the bakery. Everything in life was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

She opened her apartment to see a trail of clothing which led to her bedroom. Her eyes started watering when she heard a high voice along with the voice she was in love with.

“Are you sure she’s not coming?” She recognized that voice. It was one of her models.

“Of course not. She’s too busy with that silly dress of hers.” Her fiancé said, breaking her heart with each word.

She didn’t know why she opened the door, she already knew what Adrien was doing with her model. She found Adrien on top of her, kissing and touching every part of her body, in a way he never did to her.

She broke out of her frozen state when she heard the model gasp and tapped Adrien on his shoulder. He seemed to be confused as he stood there for a few seconds before turning around to see his fiancée standing there with tears falling out of her eyes.

She had never seen him get out of the bed so fast before, coming to her and telling her what every man said once they were caught cheating.

“It didn’t mean anything to me, she doesn’t mean anything. Bugaboo, I love you.” Grabbing her wrist to prevent her from leaving.

She broke free from his grip with no effort, she was stronger, thankfully from being Ladybug. Even Adrien was surprised by her strength. She just glared at Adrien and wiped away her tears. With no comment, she left shutting the door harshly behind her.

Luckily for her, it was late and everyone was tucked into their beds. Alya’s house was a couple of blocks away from her, this was her best friend who would’ve supported her in anything so she didn’t understand why her heart told her to go towards the Seine which was further away.

When she looked up from the pavement for the first time since she ran away from her apartment, she was aboard on The Liberty. Confused as to why she was here, she was about to take off and go to Alya’s when his voice startled her.

“You okay, Marinette?”

She turned around to see Luka. His hair was sticking out all over the place. He wore a red and black flannel pajama pants with a black tank top. She guessed he was sleeping before she arrived as he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Before she realized it, she cling onto Luka, finally letting go of everything she bottled up before she got here. Her tears started to fall rapidly onto his tank top and the only sound that could’ve been heard from the houseboat was her uncontrollable sobs. He held her and kissed her temple before he started to rub her back.

“He was perfect, he was the love of my life.” She choked a sob before she continued “Am I really that bad that he had to find someone else to make him happy? Did I do something wrong?”

He instantly knew what had occurred. He pulled her away and lifted her chin to look into her bluebell eyes “You did nothing wrong, Melody. He did.” He wiped away her tears with his thumb, “You’re still the most extraordinary girl, Marinette. As clear as a musical note, as sincere as a melody. After all these years, you’re still the music that’s been playing inside my head since the first time we met.”

He was surprised when she kissed him right there and then with no hesitation. She was as surprised as he was, to have actually made such a bold move, but she really needed him. She needed to feel his warmth in this cold darkness feeling she felt. She started to pull his tank top up, but he placed his hand over hers and stopped her.

“We can’t.” He said as his lip was being bitten softly by Marinette in which he was definitely turned on. She shushed him as she attacked his neck with kisses.

Her heart did a flip when she felt his hand cupped her cheek as he deepened the kiss. She had never felt so free yet so chained to one’s touch, his touch.

“I promise I’ll make you feel loved again, I promise.” He murmured, causing her to blush before he carried her, bridal style into his bedroom where they spent the night loving each other.

After their love-making, she was ready to leave and crash at Alya’s place. She didn’t want to intrude on Luka more than she already had. She wasn’t sure what people did in one night stands so she assumed she would just leave. When he asked her to stay for the night, she felt her heartbeat accelerate again. He didn’t want her to leave, and to be honest; she didn’t either. She curled next to Luka and rested her head against his chest, hearing his heartbeats. Her eyes slowly started to close as she felt his arm wrap around her, holding her in a way she never felt before; safe. They both fell asleep feeling each other’s warmth. Her problems faded away when she was with him since the first day they met.

The light of the sun harassed her eyes, making her squint as she looked around for her phone, she needed to know what time it was before she was late for work. She tried to get out of bed, however she noticed an arm wrapped around her waist, clinging onto her. She didn’t remember the last time Adrien did this. Happily, she cuddled against her fiance. After a few minutes, her eyes widened as her clouded minded became clearer. She looked up to see the man she spent the night with. Luka.

She let out a squeal, rolling hard onto the ground. She was sure she had woken him up yet when she lifted her head to face him, she saw him sleeping peacefully. She stayed in that position, admiring his features. He was handsome from the inside and out. Her face broke into a smile, hearing his soft light snores. His hair was a mess and she knew she was probably to be blamed for it after their last night activity.

Her face started to turn red as she remembered how he caressed her body, how he held her as if she were his world, how his lips fitted perfected with hers, how their heartbeats harmonized.

She broke from her daydream when she heard footsteps coming from deck, followed by the familiar voice of Anarka.

“Rise and shine, Lad!”

She let out another squeal. She needed to leave immediately if she wanted to prevent Anarka from seeing her like this and traumatize her. She started putting her clothes on rapidly, whispering fuck for the millionth time.

Her heart stopped when she saw the door handle twist and that’s when she opened the cabin window, jumping into the seine. She swam her way out, shivering as the coldness of the morning air and wetness of the Seine took over. She walked her way to Alya’s apartment, leaving a trail.

Alya, at the sight of seeing her friend shivering and wet, rushed her into her small apartment she shared with her husband, Nino. She provided her with some warm clothing and fresh tea. When Marinette told her about Adrien’s infidelity, she was ready to send her big sister- No, cross that! She was ready to go after him to give him a piece of her mind.

Marinette grabbed her arm and told her to calm down. “I know, Alya. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it, but it’s fine.”

Alya almost had a heart attack right at that moment. “Fine?! How is him cheating on you, fine?! You’re his fiance for Christ’s sake.”

Marinette just shrugged, “I guess I should have known.”

Alya wasn’t sure how much she could have handled without slapping her best friend some common sense. “No! Girl, what’s wrong with you? He cheated on you and you make it seem like it was okay. Honestly if you wanna go wreck his new car, I have a spare bat in my closet.”

“Okay, first of all, why do you have bats in your closet? You or Nino don’t even play baseball.”

“You never know when you’ll need it like right now plus it’s badass. Let’s go!” She walked straight to her closet.

Marinette bit her lip, trying to contain her loud mouth from talking when- “I slept with someone else!” Marinette cried out.

She heard a crash before Alya walked back, like a zombie, into her living room, sitting done with her eyes wide open. “You did what?!”

“I slept with someone else.” She repeated, this time softer. She started playing with her fingers as she couldn’t bring herself to look at her friend.

“What? When? How? Wait- Eww, don’t say how.” Alya pretended to gag.

Marinette closed her eyes, sighing “Last night.” She ran her hand through her hair, “I know, it was stupid of me, but when I saw Adrien on top of her, I felt so used and betrayed. I wanted to feel loved again.” Tears were crawling out of the corner of her eyes.

Alya frowned before she hugged her best friend. “Hey- no crying.” She paused, feeling Marinette hugging her back. “Yes, you did something stupid, but I mean, it’s not like he was a faithful fiance. You seeked for something he refused to give you.”

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Alya broke the silence. “Who was it? Who did you slept with?”

“With Luka.” Marinette murmured as they pulled away from their warmth hug. Alya didn’t miss the unmistaken blush on her friend’s face, but she was too shocked to even tease her about it.

Alya was sure she was dreaming since there was no way this was happening. She pinched herself just to be sure, yelping as she felt pain on her arm. She would need so much therapy after this.

“You mean to tell me that YOU slept with Luka. Not just any Luka, but Luka Couffaine?”

Marinette let out a groan. She should have known Alya would react like that. Luka was Juleka’s stupidly-hot brother and Juleka was their friend. “Please, can we not talk about this anymore?”

“Absolutely not! We’re going to talk about it right now.” Alya rubbed her hands excitedly. “Is he a good kisser?” She wiggled her eyebrows, causing Marinette to laugh.

“Yes, he’s a great kisser.” Marinette blushed.

Alya squealed, “So he’s that good? Hmm- Does he have a six pack?”

“Don’t you have a husband, Mrs. Lahiffe?” Marinette raised her eyebrow at her.

“Yes, happily married, thank you very much.” Alya showed off her wedding ring, “Doesn’t mean I can’t find people attractive anymore.”

Marinette shook her head with a smile planted on her face. “Yes, he has a visible six pack which is thanks to me, by the way.” She joked around.

Alya rolled her eyes, “Of course, Ladybug. Viperion carried the whole team for years, it got him a six pack.” She replied sarcastically. “Where’s mine? Wait- don’t tell me you have a pack too.”

She only grinned at her friend.

Her secret identity was no longer a secret to certain people. All the miraculous holders revealed themselves to each other when Hawkmoth was defeated, yet the city couldn’t know for their own safety. That’s how her and Adrien started dating for 2 years, up till now.

“I have one last question though. Last one, I promise.”

She knew better to let her reporter friend ask away since she wouldn’t leave her alone if she didn’t. “Go ahead.”

“Is he really a sex god like they say?” Marinette almost choked on her own saliva when Alya asked her that question. How was she supposed to answer THAT?

“Alya!” She hissed, receiving a sheepish smile from the other woman. The other end of the question reached through her mind “Wait- like they say?”

“Yeah, almost all women in Paris talk about how he caresses their face and spend a passionate night with him.” Alya responded as if it were obvious to the whole world.

No, she refused to believe that. He wasn’t that type of person. She knew him. “He wouldn’t and isn’t like that.”

“I didn’t believe it too, but when Lila- ”

“Lila? Of course she would say that.” She scoffed. It seemed the world wouldn’t allow Lila to stop tormenting her after all these years.

“She said he has a small scar on his thigh and small musical notes tattooed on his ribcage wrapped around three round flowers. She said he did it for her after their first night together to always have part of her with her and-” Alya continued, leaving Marinette in a deep thought.

Luka wasn’t the type of man to show off too much skin in public even in pools, so there was no way Lila could have seen his secret tattoo she caressed last night as well as the scar, unless she actually did slept with him too. For the first time in her life, she wanted Lila to have lied about it like she always did, but for her, there was no other explanation.

“I mean it’s not like you actually like him, right?” Alya asked her, bringing her back to reality.

She faked a smile before getting up, “I need to go. Thank you for everything.”

“Go? Go where? You just got here.” Marinette was long gone before Alya finished her sentence. She was wrong. Marinette did care about Luka. She did it again, she screwed up big time.

Marinette headed to her apartment to break things off with Adrien. She was outraged. Two men already screwed her over in less than 24 hours. That must have been some kind of record.

When she entered her apartment, Adrien was already on his knees, begging for forgiveness and making meaningless promises to her. She pushed him away and ordered him to leave at once, but of course, Adrien put up a fight.

“Bugaboo, please! I love you.” He weeped, following Marinette into their room.

Marinette snapped at him, “If you did love me, you wouldn’t have done what you did!” She threw his clothes at him, hitting his head with his shoe. “Go!”

“You’re creation and I’m destruction. Master Fu once said we are meant to be. We balance each other out.” This is what got Marinette to stay with him. Master Fu was her teacher and even though she knew him for a small amount of time, she respected and loved him. She didn’t want to disappoint him so if he said Adrien and her were meant to be, then that was enough for her to stay.

Adrien tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away, “I’m not ready.” Luckily for her, Adrien respected that.

The next time she saw Luka was the next day. She was in a fashion show with Adrien. She was meeting new designers when her eyes landed on his. A pain expression filled his face upon seeing Adrien’s hand holding hers before he covered it with a smile and continued to tune his guitar along with his father, Jagged Stone. She wasn’t surprised when he told her many years ago. He was as talented as his father and they looked alike.

After their performance, she decided to leave before he even had a chance to talk to her, leaving Adrien alone and confused. He shrugged it off and began to flirt around which didn’t go unnoticed by the other man.

A few days later, she received a message from Juleka while she was working on sketching a new design. She was invited to Luka’s depart party. She didn’t want to go and wasn’t planning to, but unfortunately Adrien had received an invitation too and he refused to not go without her.

“Great! Just my luck.”

A/N: Alright so part one is done! I’m sorry for keeping y’all waiting and maybe it’s not what you guys wanted, but I needed to show Marinette’s point of view. I’ll write one or two more parts before I go back to present time. Thank you! I hope y’all like it!

#lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous au #aged up lukanette #luka x marinette #after one night #miraculous ladybug #older lukanette

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namjoonchronicles · 5 years ago

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are you done yet? | nj

↳ GENRE fluff, domestic, slight crack attempts of me being funny

↳ WORDS 3.1k

After hours and hours and hours of working and running errands with only your left hand, Namjoon was pestering you to show your right and refused to open jars unless you did as told.

“Fine!” You roared, “Don’t freak out or anything...”

You pulled your right hand out from behind, hesitantly, inch by inch and then all out at once. He tips his eyes towards it, and slowly drags them back to your face that had turned away from him, avoiding all contact.

“H—“ “I was feeling a little upset and I wanted to get one because it looks pretty so I got one,” you explained, ready to cry because you thought he’d be mad. You know he won’t but, it was not like you to be spontaneous. However, ever since you've known Namjoon you have done questionable spontaneous shit like midnight drives to the next district or walking into a stranger’s wedding and pretending like you know them just to get food. Being in love with Namjoon has thrown your sanity out the window.

“You got henna?” He almost mumbles the words out. Seated on the floor, leaning against the wall facing the kitchen where you were. “Do you hate it?” You purse your lips, breaking out into a pout, big doe eyes looking back at him. Inhaling, he chest rises and falls, lips shaped into an O, and he contemplates, “The last time you got those was for our engagement and then on our wedding and first night together...”

“Yes,” you squeaked sadly and retracting your hand back, hiding it again, “It’s been awhile since I had it done. I just don’t feel pretty these past few months and I thought, I want it on me because then maybe I’ll feel better...”

Namjoon kept silent. He didn’t know what went through your mind half of the time but he would kill to get a look inside. Seeing how you moved away from his sight, in small unassured strides, the back of your head and the ballerina bun you made of your hair, makes him feel twice smaller than he really is.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to put the wet laundry in the dryer and start folding clothes...” you muttered to your chest, one hand over the other, scratching your elbows and walking away with your head down as if you’ve disappointed someone. It was a 5 second decision. You fret to yourself, knees digging on the floor by the machine as you load the wet laundry in the dryer as you told him. Pouting even harder because he could have at least said they look pretty.

I thought it was pretty, you mumbled to yourself.

Namjoon peeks at you from the door frame, hiding like he’s got a crush to hide. The view of your bum by the machine stirring explicit images in his head. Heat whirling in his groin and remembering how those hands travelled down the valley of his chest certainly didn’t help. It got him scratching his nails on the door paint and softly calling out your name.

He blinks repeatedly, batting his eyelashes while you hummed back, uninterestedly.

He bites his lips now, “After laundry, are you busy?”

“I have to vacuum your studio, there’s crumbs everywhere from Taehyung’s visit the other day...” you load everything and pick up the basket to place them by the bathroom door in your bedroom.

“And probably change the bedsheet, why?” You asked glancing over your shoulder at your sheepish husband. He’s acting very strange. Following you around like a lost puppy. Even when you had a phone call, and the vacuum buzzing on, he’s literally an arm’s length away.

The satisfaction of hearing all those crumbs being sucked into the vacuum is honestly everything. Namjoon helps you out by lifting the sofas and removing the chair while the nozzle dives into places you can’t reach. At the same time, your mother is on the phone asking if it’s possible to book a hall two months in advance. That was an easy question.

“For wedding halls, Namjoon booked them a year before,” you looked at him for confirmation and he stands up straight, pressing his lips together, dimples on display, eyes fidgeting out of nerves as if he was caught red handed doing something he wasn’t supposed to. He nods at your words.

The call ends after a quick gossip on your cousin who almost cut off a wedding because she’s fallen in love with someone else. More on that later. Namjoon, on the other hand had been pestering you with one question on repeat,

“Are you done yet?” After you wiped the windows. “Are you done yet?” After you knock a nail to hang the painting he bought. “Are you done yet?” After you dust the TV cabinet with a duster. “Are you done yet?” After you dry your hands washing the plates.

And now, as you try to write your monthly schedule, he peeks from the duvet of the unmade bed,

“Are you—“ “—I swear to God if you ask me one more time if I’m done yet, I’m going to fucking scream.”

He pouts and retracts back into the blanket.

“I want woohoo...” he yelps from under the covers. “Excuse me?” you shot, spinning away in your chair from the calendar that’s on your desk to your husband that hiding under the duvet asking what you thought you heard. “Woohoo!” He cries and curled into a bowl while yelping, “The last time you got henna on your hand was on our first night and I have a corrupted mind now I have a stiffie because of your pretty hands so please woohoo before I lose my fucking mind!”

You didn’t know he was going to get worked up by that. He didn’t show any signs of vulnerability. Or fixation to it. Or were you disregarding his lingering stares that you felt throughout the afternoon because you just didn’t feel attractive enough. You were silent for too long that it drew Namjoon peeking one eye through the duvet. He is so shy, the shell of his ear is turning red.

“You’re so pretty... And everytime you hold my hand, I feel like I’m gonna cry. Because we both know that you don’t let just anybody hold your hands. And we both know that it was not like that at all in the beginning when you flinch at every physical touch I initiated. I still don’t know how we got married...”

He was right. He was so right.

Marriage didn’t come easy. It almost didn’t happen. When the day comes, both of you were so busy catering to guests. Making sure everyone feels cozy and getting the food delivered on time. Maybe you should have hired an event manager but truth be told, you wanted complete control. Namjoon’s only area of control was the bookings, financials and desserts. You thought it was fitting because he was more of a sweet tooth than you. Setting the namecards, and translating back and forth in your native language and his, to make sure everybody knows where they’re supposed to be had made both of you tired beyond belief. The constant questions and curious eyes were bouncing back and forth with language barriers. Namjoon sat plopped on the dining platform, by the stairs, with lunch for both of you and your families later. You joining him and passing him a bottled water.

“It’s like BBMAs all over again...” he lulled. You covered his hand with your own and gave it a firm squeeze. Because what else can you say in that situation? Your assurance comes in physical touches. And it took Namjoon by a subtle surprise. He moves his hand and thumbed your knuckle with a faint smile on his face.

“Remember back then, no matter what, you wouldn’t let me hold these?” He chuckles softly through his nose. “And I let you settle with a pinky hold because that was as much as physical affection I was comfortable with? Yes, like how can I forget the most awkward hand holding of all time?” You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his broad shoulders. “We’ve evolved...” you heard him say.

And how true was that. Falling in love with Namjoon felt like coming home. Like all the puzzle pieces has come to life and found themselves. And the stars are transfixed, conspiring this to happen. Namjoon felt like coming home. A home, away from home.

“I can’t help thinking that we’re forgetting something really important...” you swim in the touches that are his and the warmth that envelopes you from within when Taehyung suddenly knocks on the wooden frame, to say,

“Uhh guys?? The actual wedding?”

“Fuck.” You cursed and immediately after, Namjoon comments, “I knew this was going to happen.”

With an exasperated sigh from the end of the hall, was best man, Yoongi, beginning with, “Let’s get these two idiots so we could be home, earning a glare from his wife, “I could be home.”

It was Jungkook running to rescue.

Jimin trips over air to pass Joon the wedding ring. Bloodshot eyes and twitching eyebrows.

With utmost concern and brotherly love, Namjoon asks, “You okay?”

The younger lad didn’t nod or blink and possibly wasn’t breathing when he muttered out, “Yes. I’ve had 23 cups of coffee and no sleep since you told me to pick this up.” Drilling stares into the wedding ring as he held them out for Namjoon to take.

“That was a week ago,” Namjoon furrowed his brows. Jimin’s lips were drying, lids twitching and caffeine wasping around the air he’s in.

Jungkook barges in through the groom’s dressing room with colors drained out his face and limbs to grumble out loud, “...if I have to hear one more dad joke from Seokjin hyung, I'm shoving the microphone down my throat.”

Everyone is urging Namjoon to hurry up. There are four boys surrounding him, making sure his belts and vests are in place, hair neat and blazers ready by the racks for the wedding. But quick is quick enough, it seems, from all the fatigue expressions and impatient sighs escaping his close friend’s lips. What else could go wrong, right?

Taehyung fits his head through the door gap and blinked rapidly while everyone fussed all over Namjoon, the groom. If you need another confirmation because everyone's in their suit and ready to be wed off, he stammers the words out, “so uhhh, you know how it feels to grab air in a cookie jar that it just traumatizes you so you don't look at any cookie jar the same way?”

Jungkook frowns at him and paying no more than 2 seconds of a glance over him, “What are you going on about...”

“Which brand.” Hoseok sprung his head up from tying Namjoon’s laces. Taehyung mentions the brand and momentarily coos over his favourite biscuit by the brand and totally forgetting why he was here in the first place.

Yoongi fixing Namjoon’s belt, gets increasingly impatient with all the chit chat so he goes, “What cookie jar. I asked you to find the bride.”

“Oh yeah! I’m getting there. So uhh i went to fetch her and I opened the door and she wasn’t there,” Taehyung tattles, gave his brothers a lopsided smile, rocking his body back and forth like a toddler.

Everyone thunders, “WHAT?!”

Namjoon shakes his head, tucking his shirt in, “oH HELL NAW NOT TODAY...”

Taehyung resumes, “That’s an hour ago actually. I’m too scared to look again.”

Jungkook mutters curses under his breath like a disappointed father of the bride. As they all scurried out in their best suits, vests and whatnot, they passed by Seokjin who is entertaining the guests, standing on the altar as the appointed emcee. Well, last minute appointed emcee.

Seokjin covering the microphone and hissing Jungkook’s name. Urgency blares through his face as his ears turning red at the silence and awkward cough from the audience. He growls through his gritted teeth, and grinding jaws,

“What the fuck is going on.”

“We’re looking for the bride.” Jungkook begins to chew his lips and the insides of his cheeks till it made dimples out on display. He is anxious and he couldn’t hide it.

“Where the FUCK is she!” Seokjin thundered in hushes.

“We don’t know. Try to tell more jokes and keep them entertained while we look,” Hoseok spoke in haste.

“I’m running out of dad jokes!” Seokjin groaned.

“You. Can. Do. It. Fighting!” Jimin brings two balled fists and puffed his cheeks with cutesy while he could feel Seokjin would rather dig a hole underneath him right now to be buried in. Maybe recite his own eulogy while he’s at it.

Everyone spreads out. Jungkook’s long legs lunges out the wide field. Wearing a frown on his handsome and delectable face. Hoseok looking through every door in the hall and calling your name before each room, even stumbled upon a couple playing hooky in one. Namjoon and Yoongi searched the cafeterias and dining hall, both wearing anxiety on their sculptured faces. Taehyung is supposed to be following Jungkook but he got distracted by a pretty flower and took a picture of it. Okay, let’s be real, several pictures of it. Heck a damn gallery. And Jimin being the only one who claps and laughs at Seokjin’s jokes, falling back in his chair with tears in his eyes. While Seokjin... well, he’s managing.

By then, Yoongi’s wife begins tapping wildly on her phone into the chatroom they share, because she might have an idea on where you could and might be.

Mrs. Min: Guys I think she’s tending to Hammsi, I’ll lead her away once I found her and she’s reassured him... Yoongi: Hammsi? Her cactus? Her echeveria succulents? Mrs. Min: He’s very important to her... Namjoon: Isksjskdjdkkdksjs Namjoon: Am I not important to her???

Namjoon is (furiously) typing... Taehyung is typing...

Namjoon: really? Tending her first boyfriend on our wedding day Taehyung: I chime in bc i saw joon’s chin out from across the fountain view Taehyung: whats happening people Taehyung: oh

Mrs. Min was right. You were watering the little cactus, affectionately named Harmssi.

“I’ve neglected you haven’t I...” you were pouring water on Harmssi, “No I don’t love you less than I love him, don’t say such things. He has his bonsais.”

It was then Namjoon’s rib got nudged by his friends. Then he got pushed into the little nursery by the hall, forced to coax his wife out her affairs with her cactus.

“I can’t believe she’s late for our wedding because she’s talking to Hammssi,” Namjoon straightens his vest and neatens his hair. As if he needed to. “Take it out on the honeymoon,” Yoongi hissed from behind him and went to hiding when you turned around. Namjoon slapped a smile as if he was there alone all along. He waves the boys away and they scurried. Except Taehyung. Who had to be dragged away.

“Hey booboo,” Namjoon starts with a pet name, hoping you haven't changed your mind about marrying him. “I’m sorry, I’m stalling the wedding am I?” You placed Hammssi on his little stone, avoiding eye contact with Namjoon. “Wha—No! We’re totally fine, they can wait a few more minutes,” Namjoon adds a nervous cackle at the end hoping he hasn’t fucked it up yet. “It’s just,” you paused, thumbing your echeveria leaves and that one tiny sprout still growing, “Hammssi had been with me for so long and he’s heard many stories about you and all the things we did... like he’s my best friend whom I check on and greet every morning and the one I say goodnight to before I sleep, and it just dawned on me that how things are going to change now.”

Namjoon’s palpitating heart begins to soften when he’s heard your reasons on being here instead of the altar. You were always stuck with one sided love for so long that you begin to be afraid of falling. You poured your heart and soul to little potted green friends because they never disappoint. Like humans do.

And it made sense to him because that’s what he felt too. To his bonsais. Nurturing is love too, you know.

“Apart from giving kisses to actual lips, and someone who can verbally speak back to you, nothing much is going to change. It doesn’t have to...” Namjoon trudges forward in small lunges, hands behind his back, a sheepish smile on his lips.

“I’m all in, and I’m afraid,” you watched your hand being held in his and he presses kisses on each of your knuckles while screwing his eyes shut. “What if one day you decide that I’m not good enough? What if one day you wake up and realised you don’t love me anymore? What do I do then? Where do I go with all this love?” “You come home...” he said, in murmurs, eyes glancing down at you, as he towers over your entire height, “And you remind me that we’re each other’s home. You yank me by the arms and you show me that I belong to you.”

The henna on your hand that he traces sensually, and stamped a lingering kiss on, that simple gesture signifies his ultimate devotion to you. With this kiss, he surrendered.

“Can we please get married now? If I had to deal with another year of complete abstinence I’m going to lose my mind.”

Present day, six years of marriage and nothing changes. He runs his fingers through his luscious locks of hair, sweaty forehead and slick chest, leaning against the headboard while you drew random shapes round and round his perky nipples.

“I told you we didn’t have to change the sheets yet,” he sighs, head fell thud on the wood behind him and a kiss on your hair. Your henna fits well on his clawed, naked chest with some bruises blossoming as the time ticks by.

“You think they’re pretty?” You held your hand out so you both could see the designs. “They’re pretty because you wore them, remember that...” he takes them and zooms his face to your nails next, “Have they always been that long?” “Yeah, if I shortened them more, it’ll bleed... why?”

“RIP my skin then, I guess...” he mewls.

The first thing he said on the night you spent together after the wedding, that still lingers in your head when you took more than 2 minutes to take out a block. You are probably the only girl in the world that at your horniest hours, chose to play Jenga on your first night with your fully wedded husband. Namjoon was resting on his stomach while you played your turn, getting bored out of waiting,

“Are you done yet?” “Nope... okay now I am.”

Namjoon knocks those Jenga tower down to the floor cold, and

“Whoops.” “You did that on purpose!” “Guess I gotta make out with you now. What a tragedy.” He crawls on all four, in your lap, sneering above you.

We’re definitely done, now.

copyright (c) 2019 namjoonchronicles, do not repost -- I know I haven’t been writing a lot, and thank you for being this patience... this story was birthed by a conversation I had with @ayixha a while ago. I had lots of bad days now, and this conversation made me smile and thought of sharing them with you lovely friends

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amnachil · 4 years ago

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 7

Next part is up! Meet some new people. Also, Liam gets stuffed because he deserves it ;)

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Tuesday April 9

"If you don't feel it, we can postpone this shitty meeting."

Liam smiled cheerfully, but it was only to hide his obvious stress.

"I'm fine." he said nonetheless.

They were at his place, getting ready for the fateful diner with Robert Smith. I tried my best to cancel it but here we are. Fuckin' old fart. The baboon looked... afraid. He was still shirtless and munching on the cookies to apease his nerves. It was pretty clear he wasn't fine. Nate, who was reading a manga on the bed casted a glance at them.

"Are you scared it'll be like with Kilian's father ?" he asked.

Liam tensed. Of course that's it. I'm stupid. He must be afraid it'll be the same thing than before. After all, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's boyfriend had revealed his idiotic ex's parents were strongly homophobic. And it led to several traumatic events in his life. Besides, his own father was an ass. So no wonder why he feared a meeting with another old geezer.

"My stupid father is supporting the gay cause baboon." he stated. "Sure, he's a bit vulgar and all but once he'll see you like I..."

The blonde stopped mid-sentence. The other two were staring at him expectantly. They were all ears. Damn, I hate this lovey-dovey thing. No way I'm getting sappy. Liam opened his arm and smiled.

"A hug for comfort ?" he suggested.

At first, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey looked at him like if he had grown a second head. A hug, seriously ?! Is he stupid ? Yeah, Liam was stupid. Stupidly cute and attractive. The blonde lad went for his hug. Not because he was craving for his boyfriend's touch or anything at all : it was just to make the baboon happy. (Just believe it please).

"Well Nate is right." confessed the chestnut boy. "I don't have any fond memories of fathers... Mine is actually ripping my family apart, and Kilian's one was a butcher who used to hate me. So yeah, I guess I'm not completely fine."

A blind idioit could see that. Even your hug is lame dummy. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey only sighed.

"I understand but I assure you, nothing bad will happen." he claimed. "Because I'll be with you all the time and I won't let the old fart do anything to you, okay ?"

"But what if I snap ? My shrink Ms Hang said I'm not very good at controlling my emotions. I don't want to hurt anyone..."

The blonde lad pinched Liam's soft side. Well, he's gotten pudgier. I like it.

"You won't." he assured. "I trust you on this. But as I told you before, if you feel unready to do this we can delay."

Liam took a deep breath.

"I think I'm fine thanks to you and Nate. Let's go."

The diner didn't go as planned. Not at all. When they arrived at Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's place, the old coot he called a father stared at Liam like if he had the plague. Geez what a nice start.

"Wait, you're the Strucker's offspring ?" he asked threateningly.

The blond lad was prepared to go all out to defend his boyfriend. Strangely, it was important for him that baboon felt at ease with his damn family.

"For fucksake you're hella gorgeous !" Robert Smith continued. "My rowdy yet lovely wife wasn't wrong ! If I were younger I would bang you myself !"

The blond junior let an intimidating grunt slip. The baboon is mine moronic father. Thankfully, Liam was half-listening, and he only smiled timidely.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Dami's dad." he whispered.

"I see you got a fucking sense of bloody humor." laughed the old fart.

The whole situation was awkward AND embarrassing for Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. His father was so vulgar and disrepectful ! And this dummy boyfriend who called him Dami's dad !

"And you have a decent size to be fair." continued Robert Smith. "Well you could be a bit bigger but that will do it."

Now they were talking about size ?! What the hell ?! And I wonder which size my idiotic genitor is talking about...

"I assure you Dami is keeping me well-fed." replied Liam.

After that, it became even crazier. They had diner in a relaxed but awkward atmosphere. And Robert gossiped a lot about Isaac Strucker. Like how he was an asshole who betrayed his damn trust. And how he pocketed money from their company like a fucking thief. Liam agreed to everything. He said he had been sure his faher's wealth was dirty money. So they both found they had something in common : they resented Isaac Strucker. I guess it's good. Not that I care. Honestly, Damian Nicholas Smith was ashamed of his old coot's rudeness. Tch, he's so vulgar. I should teach him how to talk to handsome boys. This boring and annoying meeting finally came to an end.

"It was nice meeting you Liam." stated the old codger. "My wife told me you took my gummy bunny's virginity and I'm okay with that. Bet you're a good top."

Okay. Let's stop this fuckin' ridiculous conversation. That's too much embarrassement to handle. The junior almost pushed his boyfriend towards the door. This one was too stupid and nice to take offense anyway.

"Okay you two are now bestfriend and all it's super nice." he mumbled. "Maybe you can found an anti-Isaac club someday. But it's getting late and Liam can't wait to go to bed. Right ?"

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey glanced at his boyfriend and winked. I hope he gets the signal.

"Oh yeah I'm completly worn out." he said sheepishly.

Of course the baboon wasn't faking it. He had been so stressed, he truly needed to rest now. And it was past his usual bedtime anyway. He kissed the junior, said goodbye to his father and wished both a beautiful night (his words).

Liam Thursday April 11

He should have know it. It was kind of predictable with his actual way of life. But Liam wasn't a person who anticipate. So here he was, stuck in his bathroom, facing wardobe malfunction. His shirt wasn't the main issue. It was snug, especially around his belly, but he estimed it okay. The jeans. The jeans are the problem : they ain't cooperative at all. It was impossible to close the zipper. His added flesh wouldn't let him do that. But Liam didn't want new jeans. He liked these one. (Yes he was sometimes stubborn like that.) He tried again, obviously without anymore success. Can the unicorns make them fit ? He was positive they had the power to do so. (But they probably won't, since it's a silly and mortal problem which didn't affect them.)

"I know you like to take your sweet time baboon but we'll be late for the movie." grumbled his boyfriend as he entered in the room.

Dami stopped when he understood the situation. He twitched and his brows furrowed. Liam pouted.

"My jeans are playin' cheeky." he explained.

"Maybe... You should just go for the next size ?" replied the junior.

"But I want these jeans !" whined the chestnut lad.

His boyfriend came closer and put an hand on his bulging stomach.

"I'll help you." he growled. "But look at you all beefy and bulky... How much do you weight now ?"

"91 kg (200 lbs)."

Looking at his reflexion, Liam had to admit, he was kind of big. He had broke the 200 only recently however. Althought he looked very muscular, he was also soft and well-padded. He had nicely chubbed up, particulary his tummy. Back in highschool, he had been chubby but it had felt like if he was losing strengh in the process. But right now, I feel stronger and more confident. He got side-tricked for a moment, thinking about his mission for the unicorn now that he was athletic and well-fed when something made him realise he was not alone. Dami had moved around him, trying to close the jeans. By some miracle, he had succeeded and even if the freshman felt a bit constricted, it was okay. Anyway, what attracted Liam's attention was an hand. An hand which was squeezing his butt comfortably. When he looked at his boyfriend, this latter blushed and ended the contact.

"So- sorry." he stammered. "You were out of it and it was right there... I just... Damnit can we forget it happened ?"

"Why ? You can appreciate my tushie all you want." teased Liam.

"Don't make fun of me baboon. We have to go. And you know what ? I like these jeans too so keep 'em."

He was more than glad to obey.

Dami's mood changed when they entered in the theater, and it took Liam a moment to understand why. The vampire was two raws behind them, and she looked ready to suck their blood. (Usually, the dreamy lad didn't recognise most of the people he had met, but she was different : you don't encounter a vampire every other day !).

"Are you afraid she'll devour us ?" he whispered to his boyfriend.

This latter grumbled something and rolled his eyes.

"Just don't approach her." he replied. "She hasn't any good intentions. And you see the two bi... girls over here ? Same."

He was indicating the whitch and another student who looked familiar. They weren't exactly looking at them, but ogling from time to time. And suddenly, it struck Liam. How come he didn't realise that sooner ? They were Dami's lovers, of course they were ! That was why he boyfriend was acting more distant. The chestnut lad frowned. He wasn't prone to jealousy, especially when he was the one who let his boyfriend slept around. He perfectly knew a succubus needed sex and himself wasn't ready to provide that just yet. So no, he wasn't exactly jealous. He just wanted to remind them what was HIS. (Liam was a 8yo boy at heart so what he owned was his and only his for crying out loud !). He mentally cheered himself : he was about to fight a vampire and a witch to free his boyfriend from his inner desire. Thanks the unicorns he had brought a sword this morning.

"Baboon." Dami brought him back to reality. "Usually you're cute when you're day-dreaming, but right now you look kind of scary. Do you intend to murder someone ?"

"Only if it can't be avoided." Liam sheepishly confessed.

The blond junior almost choked on his drink.

"The hell ?! You never cease to amaze me... What are you thinking exactly ?"

"I just want your lovers to know that right now, you're with me and they can't have you. They can sleep with you later."

Dami's eyes widened while he listened. And then, he mumbled something Liam's didn't catch.

"These girls ain't my lovers baboon. They're here because... Nevermind just don't trust anything they say. And please, for the love of god, do not accept any gift from them. Not even food !"

"Who do you take me for ? I'm not easily bribed !"

"How many pancakes ?"

"Like a thousand !"

Nicolas Friday April 12 – Saturday April 13

"Hm... Are you sure this is necessary ?" asked Nate.

He wasn't the only one surprised. Colton seemed a bit unsure about this plan. But Nick knew it would work. Right in front of them was piled up all the junk food they had found in the apartment.

"I'm one hundred percent sure. In order to achieve my goal of losing around 22 kg (50 lbs), I need to get rid of this crap habit of mine to eat junk all the time. Which means we're getting rid of it now."

Nate shrugged. Since he wasn't eating much lately, this decision wouldn't affect him anyway. Colton smiled.

"If you really want to do it, I'm sure you'll manage." he assured. "Remind me, how much do you weight now ?"

"Like 97 kg (213 lb)." grumbled Nick.

Broke the 200 had been quite a shock. Rebecca's words were still burning in the back of his mind. And to make it worst, he had had the stupid idea to do a video call with his parents. They called me a irresponsible kid who doesn't know how to take care of himself. And mom said I was near obesity. Which might or might not be true. But he didn't need the label. Anyway so yes he was self-conscious.

"What are we gonna do about all this food ?" asked Nate. "We can't just throw it..."

"Don't worry." assured Nick. "If I'm right, our dear roommate will be more than glad to stuff himself with that."

"He doesn't like junk food that much tho ?" countered the short lad.

"Trust me I have an idea."

Said idea worked pretty well. First, Nick had explained to Liam that it was a mission from the God of Light. Only such a lie could manage to catch the delusional lad's attention. Then he told him that for every packet of junk he could finish, they would offer him pancakes. I'm glad to say I know this dude well by now. And pancake is the sacred word. And here they were : Liam was starting to get full while the others were enjoying the show. Nick was fascinated. In all honesty, his roommate was hot. When they first met, the geek had took an habit to covet him when he was half-sleeping half-naked in the apartment. Now Liam was significantly fatter and heftier but still hot. The chesnut boy smiled when his bestfriend brought him another plate of pancake. His stuffed belly wasn't near his maximum capacity yet. Something in Nick's stomach twisted. He felt both annoyed and sad at the same time. I don't like that. Time for some instropection. He discreetly grabbed his phone to contact his online friends. In this kind of situation, watching their discussion was funny. Like being at the zoo.

< TheSavior : Guys I'm angry, say something stupid. >

A belch escaped Liam's mouth and damn, that was both entertaining and kind of frustrating.

< Abeautifulwoman : I corrected the typo in my user name. Three years, and I mean THREE WHOLE YEARS and no one told me. That's low. >

"Can I have more ?" asked Liam.

In one hour or so, he had managed to polish three quarter of the junk food. And several plate of pancakes that Nate and Colton were cooking next to them. It was amazing, and Nick couldn't shake the weird annoyance he was feeling.

< Imagenius : Since you're not a real girl I thought it was only a proof of that... so fuck you. >

< Abeautifulwoman : boyo's mad cuz i won't help him with the treasure hunt >

Liam was busy with hamburgers. How the hell he managed to eat so many at once was beyond Nick's comprehension. And to think he's not stuffed yet.

< Imagenius : srlsy ? My friend doesn't want to say anything more and you neither ! What is it to you ? Is your boss friend part of it or what ?! >

< Abeautifulwoman : you're just jealous because i know things you don't >

Jealous. The word made sense. Liam was chubby and pigging out like if there was no tomorow. And what did he get ? A (weird) boyfriend and friends who admire that side of him. And all the women at the university plus most of the logical men were hitting on him. What about Nick ? Nick was fat and disgusting. Even obese. So yeah, he was jealous of his roommate.

< TheSavior : Ok enough. Got what I needed you're both stupid. Cya. >

< Imagenius : Mean ! Bye :3 >

< Abeautifulwoman :Ugh. See u >

True to his reputation, Liam finished everything. Which was honestly amazing. Stuffed like a turkey, he decided to doze off right away. Archibald came for his usual meeting with Nate, and they went in the bedroom to talk privately (Liam was sleeping and this man wouldn't wake up even for the apocalypse). Nick busied himself with tidying the room but he wasn't satisfied. His famous plan had left him pissed and self-conscious. And hungry. Very hungry.

"Here." smiled Colton. "This is the diet program you asked me."

The fatter of the two ogled the sheet of paper like if it was witchcraft. The word salad made him scowl.

"Are you sure this is what you want ?" asked his friend. "The goal of the regime must be to feel comfortable with yourself, not please the others..."

"Yeah, I know. It's ok thought, I will lost weight in no time, and everything will be fine."

At least Nick hoped it would.

To be continued

Dami’s father is... something :p What I like with Liam is how he enjoys his body, and the belly. In that light, he’s the total opposite of Nick, who is doubting himself completely. Watch Nick’s online friends, they’ve an important part to play in the story ;p

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #Stuffing #Weight gain #Outgrowing clothes #Nick's diet imply more food for Liam #The big hunt is mysterious #Who are Nick's online friends?#Chapter 4 #Part 7

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sephspark · 3 years ago

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Cant bootstrap my way out of this one, lads

[on mobile can’t read more; medical discussion and pain discussion below]

Went in for a presurgery medical procedure full of my usual confidence and knowledge that it would hurt but I could get through it and it’d be okay because it was for the good of my overall health

Came out completely fuckin broken and traumatized after feeling like I was being ripped in half, in excruciating pain for 45 minutes, knowing there was no other option but to endure and get it done; then not even able to get full results because of my pain, feeling completely isolated, and a lot betrayed by every medical professional involved who failed to warn me how bad it would be

Currently on day 2 of crying and laying in bed, hollow and shell shocked and overwhelmed by the very concept of existencd

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aarondinglestan · 7 years ago

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This!

Here it is once again, folks: If you’d rather have Aaron be with someone else than Robert, it’s a Fetish. The difference between a Fetish and a Non Fetish is how invested you are in the “ship”. (”We’re invested in their story!”)

Well, I’m invested in Aaron’s story, as an individual. Hey--I know it’s crazy, but since Aaron is my favorite character who I’ve been watching since his first episode on Emmerdale, and seeing as I relate a whole lot to him for his coming out storyline and ongoing self-harm storyline, I’d actually rather he wasn’t with someone who’s done this to him:

Oh yeah, that’s Robert almost hitting his mum with a rock.

And who’s that? Oh yeah, that’s the hit that Robert hired to kill his mum. All the while Aaron was in hospital because he’d almost run himself to death because of the guilt he felt about Katie, Aaron’s mum’s best friend. Whom Robert killed by accident and instead of calling the police, made Aaron cover it up.

What’s this smirking face, then? Oh that’s just Robert attempting to murder Paddy, the closest thing Aaron has to a father.

Robert: "See what I did yesterday was a warning. And if you ignore it, it's not you who I'll be coming after-- I'll make Leo pay. Or Rhona. or both."

Threatening kids, classy move!

So now we’re at the place where he’s knocked Aaron out cold and gets out the bathrobe belts. I can’t be the only one who was scared there for a while that he’d strangle Aaron.

Phew, okay! He only strung him up and tied him to a radiator. Now, that’s a relief.

Nice victim blaiming from Robert:

"You know whatever happens next, its all your fault."

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t put me in this position!“

In Robert’s mind, Aaron’s made Robert draw the gun and threaten him. Can we spell gaslighting?

And this is Aaron’s face when he thinks that Robert is gonna gun him down. Something I didn’t need to see, but something I saw, nevertheless.

He only got Paddy! So that’s a total of three times that he’s seriously hurt/threatened Paddy. Again, the closest thing Aaron has to a father.

Since we’re going through Robert’s Best Hits, let’s have a look at what he has to say about Aaron’s self-harm.

Robert: "Pathetic? Yeah, no I'm pathetic. (At least) I'm not gonna cut myself. Where'd you get them scars, in an unfortunate yachting accident?"

Robert has some unloading to do. This is probably him at his nastiest, which is quite something. It starts with Robert completely disrespecting Aaron’s boundaries, and lording over his ownership of the scrapyard, and goes from there... (x)

A: "Get lost, Robert, before I make you." R: "Stay as long as I want; it's my investment, remember. I should've ditched you way back. Had enough other lads on the go." A: "That the best you've got? You're upset cos i'm not grovelling at your feet?" R: "Oh, you thought you were the only one. You actually did, yeah!" A: "I don't give a toss." R: "Oh, but you do, Aaron. You act like you're so hard, but you're a basket case. You've got you're whole family fussing around ye. Even Paddy fighting your battles for you. It's a joke. We've all got problems, Aaron. Both my parents are dead. Then again, at least I don't have some slapper of a mum who dumped me first chance she got. You're wallowing in it, mate. Nobody cares. You're boring! It's boring, you're boring." A: "Why did you stick around so long then?" R: "Well, honestly? I couldn't dump you, could I, not since I found out about your little problem. First time you took your top off, I should've run a mile. I thought it was only girls who cut themselves, but you, you get some sort of perverted little kick out of it, don't you. What? Are you gonna hit me, go on! Go on! Just cry and run away until you bleed. It's actually hilarious, Aaron, you're tapped. I mean, talk about scared of being gay, you wrote the flaming book. You finally see a bloke and then you batter him, and if that wasn't misery enough, you turn him tetraplegic. You couldn't even make it up! A: "You'd better do one, I swear to God." R: "And then you kill him out of love, only I'd call that murder, so turns out we're not actually that different after all." A: "I'm nothing like you." R: "No and you'll be nothing when I'm gone. You know, I wish I had dropped you in it. Prison would be perfect for you. Gay, self-harming, emotionally stunted. You'd probably end up topping yourself. Oh no wait, I forgot, you can't even do that either. Literally a failure at everything." A: "That is the last time you're gonna talk to me like that."

So like, no wonder people are angry about how Robert has treated Aaron’s self-harm. I don’t think Robert could’ve reacted in a worse way, could you?

And like I know all the fans are like “But he was only scared people would find out he was bi!“ Ummmmm, that is so insulting to LGBT folks. Like, somehow it’s a normal thing to be emotionally and physically abusive to your secret boyfriend cos you’re scared of coming out? I’m sorry, but his extreme reactions have more to do with the kinda person he is, not his sexuality. Also, he was very heavily invested in the money side of things via staying with Chrissy.

“But he’s a changed man! He only cares about Aaron now!“ Oh yes, we saw through Aaron’s child abuse storyline that he can actually be a Normal Person With Feelings and Empathy. Relatable AF! But his true colors still bleed through. Look how vicious he was to Rebecca when he found out she was pregnant. He still gets increadibly nasty towards people when things don’t go his way. He is very controlling as a rule.

Like, look how controlling he was towards Aaron when he had one (1) date with Alex. He was literally stalking Aaron, hiding in his driveway, and then sat between them in the pub to slag on about how Alex is using the hospital as a pick-up joint. I wonder if people would see the stalking and harrassment as “romantic“ if the storyline was about a straight relationship? If a woman broke up with a man after he cheated and got another woman pregnant, would it be cool for the man to lurk around her house and come harrass the man she’s having a date with?

Paddy even commented, "I don't think the man (Robert) understands the concept of being an ex." You think, Paddy.

Here’s a nice comparison to make on the sort of people that Robert and Alex are:

Robert (to Alex): “I hope my husband makes you very happy.” Alex (to Aaron): "If you want me to go, I will, as long as it's your decision, and not his."

But, you say, people only want to see Aaron together with Alex because people are gagging for them to snog and shag on screen. Here's a revolutionary idea: Could it be that, in the brief scenes we had of them together, Alex was constantly respecting Aaron's boundaries, respecting Aaron's decisions, and generally being the opposite of the pushy, emotionally controlling person that Robert is? Like, emotional support and an actual healthy relationship is an attractive prospect for Aaron fans, especially after the wringer that Robert’s made him go through.

Liv is who stole Alex’s phone to get him to meet Aaron again, and Aaron is who called up Alex later on. Alex has been as non-threatening as a person could be. Basically, he’s stated that he’s interested, but that Aaron only needs to give one word and he’ll respect that. True, we don’t know Alex like we know Robert; he could totally be up for killing Chas and Paddy too, but from what we’ve seen so far, he’s come across as a respectful and gentle person. The timing isn’t right though, but it was unclear as to what tipped it over for Aaron: it being too soon after his meltdown and marriage ending, or Robert manipulating Aaron into feeling guilty about it. Probably it was a combination of both, but having a light relationship somewhere down the line with Alex could’ve actually been a healing thing for Aaron, seeing as from all we saw of Alex, he never once tried to push Aaron into anything. And I’d actually rather see him with someone like that.

But that’s not where the show is going, so let’s look at the storyline coming up with Robert and Aaron. Oh boy.

This is Robert drugging and stripping Lawrence, who’s traumatized from conversion therapy. Let’s all remember for a while that Aaron, the supposed love of his life, is a rape survivor. Robert’s big redemption storyline concerning Aaron was how he was an actual person with feelings who supported Aaron through his rape storyline, but here Robert has no qualms about pretending that a conversion therapy survivor took advantage of him.

I think y’all don’t realize how your “shipper mentality” is actually about glorifying a very fucked up relationship, and you’re extremely blind to it. And the way you’re going on about how anyone wanting to see Aaron with anyone else is about a gay fetish really makes it seem like you actually can’t think beyond Aaron’s character as being gay and sexualized through that. You do realize that two men kissing and having sex is a normal thing? It’s not this big thing that needs to be empathized every time Aaron is having a date with someone new. The way you automatically think that Aaron/Alex is just about seeing sex on screen is quite telling of your own attitudes.

I know it’s a revolutionary idea, but I actually just care about the character. And talking about caring what the character himself has stated he wants or doesn’t want, this is what Aaron’s had to say about Robert:

"I do love you, I'll always love you. But this? I hate this. If it carries on for long enough it's gonna end up killing me."

But yay! Why have we not gotten “ex sex”?? Can’t wait for ryan and danny to kiss! Only 52 days to a Robron kiss!

#aaron dingle #emmerdale #aaron x alex #this is anti robron in actuality Lmfao #the fetishism discourse #abuse for ts #rape for ts #self-harm for ts #basically beware if anything in aaron's/robert's storyline is triggering #anti robert

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