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kirai0daisy · 1 year

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It's been a while since i saw mlbb x reader content, if you know Nolan's character well, can you pls write a nolan x reader fic (fluff)? If it's alright, can reader be a multiversal traveler as well?

Thank you!

NOLAN X MULTİVERSAL TRAVELER!FEMALE!READER HEADCANONS+ONE-SHOT(S)

! IT WİLL BE GOİNG TO 2 PART, AFTER I REALSE THİS ILL SEND THE OTHER PART !

Warnings/Not really warnings: I wanted to make reader female since it would've more fit up with the story, Im so sorry if this is what you werent expecting. Starting with a little bit of angst and ending with a fluff, You are Layla's mom (I thinked so hard to what should ı write for here so I hope you can understand), Killing, Long-waitied times, etc.

PLEASE LİKE MY POST I REALY SPENT MY 2 HOURS ON THİS

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAİT I WAS SO BUSY WİTH THE CRAM SCHOOL AND SCHOOL😭😭

By the way, not people working for MLBB maked Layla's dad finally come with milk PAHSKSJ- sorry but I think its a little bit funny other then its sad

(I dont know why but while I was writing this, I listened "Panic At The Disco - House Of Memories" I think listening a song that matches with the request, brings me more.. Maketion? (I dont like saying creation)) lets start

I dont know too much about Nolan since he is the new chracter but I'll try my best

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• When Layla, you and NOLAN's brightest star has born, people said bad things will happen to Land Of Dawn. To Eruditio(?). Very bad things that most of the people couldnt even survive.

• No one really tried to save the Land Of Dawn. Other then your husband, Nolan.

• Nolan said he will go to save Eruditio. You have always wondered, why all of the people he needed to go? Why did you guys have needed to be seperated..?

You of course didnt want your husband to be in danger but Nolan said "I will be okey, love. Please dont worry about me and just take care of our 'brightest start'" and hold Layla gently, kissing her forhead and looking at Layla lovingly. Tears were coming to your eyes and making your vision blury. You gulped and didnt said anything while lowering your head a little bit. Nolan noticed this and slowly putted Layla to her little bed and then turned to you.

You were watching him, knowing this is you guys last moments before he need to leave this universe, and maybe not even come back...

He made his way toward to you and gently pulled you to a hug, rubbing your back and stroked your head slowly. As you hug him tightly, scared for him to diseppeir before even telling you. He just kissed your head again and again while you were sliently crying. (NOT 'LOST ON YOU' AND 'M' STARTED TO PLAY WHEN I WAS WRİTİNG THİS, HELP IM GOİNG TO CRY RN 💀) Your head on his chest and hands wrapped around him.

"I'm really sorry my love but we both know that I need to go" you nodded your head and whiped your tears off "I know.. Its just I dont want to be seperated from you" you said looking at him. Nolan smiled sadly "I know love but I'm strong enaugh to come back"

• That night, when Layla was suprisingly sleeping deeply, you guys spend the night together. Cuddling, kissing each other, talking, eating and whatever you guys want to do before he was gone. And you guys sleept together while cuddling to each other.

As you woked up, you already knew there is was something,.. Missing-? When you remembered last night, you looked at the bed but there is was no one. You looked all around the house but only to find a very nice sleeping Layla. It would be so awesome and cute to find her sleeping like that. But you couldnt think of that.

As you understand what was happened, you crouch down and started to cry again quitly while looking at Layla. One of the things Nolan left before not even saying a 'Goodbye' to you...

• Nolan was both feeling a little bit guilty and sad. Why? He was feeling guilty because he didnt said a goodbye to you. But he was know that if he ever talk to you before going, it would be really hard for both of you to leave each other. So he couldnt say anything to you but left a letter and that thing when you open, you guys family picture would show up where no know but only you can find.

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• seconds after seconds, minutes after minutes, hours after hours, days after days, weeks after weeks, months after months and finally, years after years, it has been 12 years.

• Layla, you guys brightest star (the one in my team, who suck plays, and the one in the enemy team, who plays LİKE A BİT-) has been 12 years old now.

• You have collapsed. Both mentaily and pyshcily(?). You haved heavy depression, barely could sleep and eat something. Sure you would seem a little bad to outside. But how could you care? You werent tryna impress anyone after all. The only love you will have is Nolan, the one and only love of your life.

• But of course you didnt raised your daugther bad, you showed her kindness, love, affection (everything my mom didnt showed to me :3), everything a child needs. You didnt raised her spoiled too, she is really cute and perfect.

• But every second you spend without Nolan was like a another dagger getting stuck on your heart. İt was painful. Very painful that you were even suprised how you can spend time without Nolan.

• That was enaugh. Just like how he did to himself, you were going to split your soul in billions or maybe even more. Just to find his true form.

• One of your soul was going to be in here, in eruditio. And the others will be going to find him. Find the love of your love. Find Nolan.

You kissed Layla's cheek while she was sleeping. This is was be the last time the original you is going to see her so you are was going to miss your daugther thats for sure, but your other soul will be took good care of her so you didnt worry too much "We will be reunion together again, my little star"

• As you continue travel multiverse, different universes, helping Nolan's other souls to clean the universes again, again and again, after 4 years of searching Nolan, you have finally find him.

'Another soul.. But at least I'm helping him' you tought to yourself as the Nolan's one of souls told you where you can find him. You thanked him and changed your coordinates. You think the original Nolan have should know what was happening but wasnt really sure.

When you have reach the coordinates, there stands Nolan. But you felt something. Something needy, desperate, (not in that way hornys 😡) and most importantly; missing..

All the souls were the same. But you can select your Nolan out of all those other souls. So when you see him, your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat more faster. And tears were coming to your eyes. You slowly and quitly maded your way towards behind him.

He of course felt a presence. Similar. Very similar to someone.. But suprisingly you werent a monster. You were a human and doesnt have bad initantions. So he just stayed still and acted like he didnt know your presence. He was an assasin, if you are tryna do something to him, he would be quick to react.

You get behind him only 3 steps and then you could have reunion again. Why did you stop? You dont know too. Tears were coming from your eyes "Nolan.." you said quitly but only for him to hear.

A voice. Very fimilar one. His eyes widened and slowly turned around. Only to see his only lover "My Love-?" he said.

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EYO FİNALLYYYY. I FİNALLY FİNİSHED THİS PART. ILL SEND THE OTHER ONE AS FAST AS I CAN. BUT PLEASE LOVE MY POST SO I CAN GET WHAT I DESERVE

#request

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sunshinelulusplatoon · 2 years

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8 and/or 16?

8. A hazy memory

it was an old memory. One that Lulu wasn't sure if was real or not. She just could remember singing. Someone singing to her. The songs her grandmother wrote. She just couldn't remember who it was.

16. A memory that makes them angry

"Nobody's going to listen to a hybrid and her band of misfits play. Get out my office you freak!"

Those words still brought a twinge of anger. Even now, sitting there eating on some crackers as she rubbed her growing belly, and was listening over some new recordings her underlings were writing, words like that still lingered in the back of Lulu's mind. She wanted to chuckle. How far she had come. To see the smirk of their faces whipe off as they saw the success she was.

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comfort-comfort-comfort · 3 years

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Kankuro

Comfort Headcannons

Hey, I am Rae! Written below is a couple comfort headcanons I wrote. The two links below are the songs I listened to while writing along with the trigger warnings, please read them carefully. Appreciate you!

🚫Reader is experiencing an extended emotional low, gender of reader is not specified, boob/peck mentioned(non`sexualy), and Kankuro has a potty mouth.

Let me know if you think any Trigger Warnings should be added, if it could benefit you or anyone you know, I would love to add them.

💽Dark Read(Slowed) by: Steve Lacy

💽Time Moves Slow by:BadBadNotGood

🛠Kankuro is constantly telling you where he is going to be; Just incase. "Babe, I am going down stairs,- stomp if you need me." He doesn't know what emergency could possibly happen in the minutes or hours he is gone; but if he leaves it to his morbid imagination, it would be terrible. "I'm gonna take a shit, then a nap. Yell if you need me, I could be here in like 3 seconds. Well, make it like 5 and a quarter seconds if I'm still on the pot.-"

🛠His youth was hectic and as a result he is on edge, not in fear of his safety but for your well being. "You going to be alright, or nah?" He whole heartedly thinks he has a sixth sense when it comes to you. You can assure him, you'll be fine, but he think he knows better. You'll catch him making excuses not to go places or do certain things or hang out with certain people. But only his close circle will hear the truth.

🛠"Nope, gonna go home early today, Gaara." He sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets and leans back on his heals, "No, nothings wrong or anything, just think my Babe is having a bad day." He likes that Gaara and Temari are so invested in your well being and asking questions, "No, they didn't mention anything this morning, but I fuckin know it, somethings wrong, I just got that feeling while we were in the negotiations this morning."

🛠Temari doesn't have the heart to tell him that the feeling is just anxiety and Gaara doesn't know any better.

🛠When he sees you emotional he not surprised but still terrified. Stopping over to where you are, "What's wrong with you?" Grabbing your arms in a gentle but firm grip, lifting them up and over your head so he can inspect them. Rolling down your sleeves, or pulling up the back of your shirt so he can see your spine and shoulder blades. Pulling you along and checking you over the way you would a china doll or a puppet. If you don't respond right away or deny it, he is literally grabbing your leg, bending your knee, and checking your ankles, doing the most.

🛠"Why are you upset?"holding your chin with one hand and feeling the temp of your forehead with the other, before turning your face side to side to look for bruises or cuts. He is whiping your face clean and looking around the house, moving quick."Why the hell didn't you send for me? I could have been here!" Walks around opening random doors and looking around as if a burglar is chilling in your broom closet, or sadness hiding on the top shelf of your pantry.

🛠when you tell him he gets super into it; his reactions are animated and expressive. Every sentence is a cliff hanger for him and he has to react because he wants you to know he is invested in you.

🛠"So, like, what are we gonna do about it?"

🛠He is the type to get upset if the answer is "nothing." Cause there is always a plan in his head, always an obvious answer. 'If this happens we do this' or 'if that happened than we won't do that,' if the head is blown off one of his puppets, he makes the head into a rocket loncher. Boom planed and executed. He is frustrated when he can fix whatever has you down, he is used the being in control and pulling the strings. It scares him to think that your health, happiness, and life's problems can't be solved by a tug of a string.

🛠His childhood was only about bettering his craft and planning ahead so things that aren't logic based always stump him, he doesn't know how to comfort you in every situation. He has close family he can rely on though.

🛠When things are especially difficult for him to understand or respond to he will tell Temari or Gaara, they understand his struggles and could give helpful advise, sometimes.

🛠It can get you in strange situations though, Gaara told him that you releasing frustration could help, and Tamari told him he doesn't spend enough time with you, his sensei said you were being moody and needed more sleep. He didn't agree with any of them, but he tries for you.

🛠He comes home with new plates, picture frames, and pottery. Then strategically works it into conversation that you have too many of A, B, and C; what should you do? He then is like, "Wouldn't it be cool if we, like, smashed all of the old plates? Sounds like fun to me... Who knows, it could help relieve some... frustration... maybe?"

🛠He wants you to know that he still likes you, even when you are unhappy, he and Gaara where shafted as children when they weren't perfectly agreeable. He wants you to know that his love isn't conditional, that is what he is trying to get across to you. Especially when acting out Temari's advice. Instead, what you get is Kankuro suddenly remembering that he hasn't see you in 15minutes, so he is putting down a puppet, sprinting upstairs, and standing in the doorway, all weird like. "Hey, I still love you." He nods to himself, "and I'd still love you if you were a little bit more of an asshole to, just a heads up." He then turns around and goes back down stairs.

🛠He even follows his sensei's advice even though he thought it was stupid. That night and every night for a while he asks, "What's good?" And he wants to hear about every thought you had that day, important ot not. No one was there to listen to him when he was a kid. His father was shit, his sister was struggling herself, and Gaara had the emotional understanding of an infant. He wants to understand you and you understand his thoughts and responses. After the long talk he will ask, "Am I doing this right?"

🛠"Am I doing this how you want?" Should he be nicer? Should he stop trying so hard? Should he stop smothering you? Should he really trust his own instincs? Would it be wrong to hold you now? He has never been close to others the way he is and wants to be with you. He honestly doesn't know, "Is this what you wanted, could you tell me if you needed something else?" Your comfort is his comfort and he wants you to feel better so he can be better.

🛠He takes comfort differently than most but still knows what it should feel like. He will be the big spoon and wrap his arm around you to grab your peck/boob, it is warm, soft to the touch, and he can feel your heartbeat. And if he can do something to take your mind off of the trouble, even for a second, he will. This is something only he can do, something special he earned the right to, something intimate and comfortable. His hand kneads and massages is you in his sleep, as if hes pulling strings.

🛠He complains to his siblings and sensei about how dumb he feels for trusting their strange advice, and they blame him for applying it incorrectly but apologize anyway.

🛠 Gaara sends flowers, Temari sends letters and a meal, Baki sends a half assed apology, but best of all- Kankuro's two nephews send hand made cards. They say strange things like: "Uncle Kank stinks but I hope your happy." Or "Get well soon even if you're not sick"

🛠Kankuro nearly cries over the messages his loved ones send with him, "Listen, I know I'm all shity with feelings but you're loved." He says it quietly, holding you close, whispering it into the shell of your ear, like it is a dirty secret. "yeah, you're loved by a bunch of weirdos, but like, take what you can get."- It isn't a secret, he tells everyone he meets you're his one special person and all of his homicidal family loves you to, and if he didn't say it, people would still know.

🛠probably by the purple face paint slightly smeared off his lips from when he kissed you last, or the practically permanent purple stain on the back of your neck from him cuddling you before his shower.

by: Comfort-comfort-comfort

Thank you for reading, stay safe, and I'd love to hear from you.

#comfort-comfort-comfort #naruto comfort #naruto imagines #naruto x y/n #naruto x you #kankurō #kankuro x reader #kankuro x y/n #kankuro smut #kankuro comfort #gaara x you #gaara of the desert #gaara of the sand #gaara x reader #gaara x y/n #kankuro headcanons #kakuro imagine #kankuro of the sand

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Can you write punishment sex with dom yandere/possessive/psycho female or gn reader please it would make me super happy because there's not really any dark smut with dom reader for atz or in general but if you can't that's okay.

Ateez reaction: Punishment sex with Yandere!Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: yandere, smut

➼ pairing: sub!Ateez x Dom!neutral!reader (Mingis reaction includes the reader ridding him, but I didn’t mention a gender / it’s just a random hole, you can choose which one, lol.)

➼ Word-count: 1,4k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, spitting, slapping, punching, breaking bones, fingering, toys, hair pulling, violence, humiliating/ degradation, pet names, blood, yelling/ screaming, cuffing, bondage, yandere themes, kinda psychopathic, dark themes, mature themes, jealousy (?), and a lot more 💀

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction. In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting yandere behavior or lifestyle. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Thank you so much for requesting this. Also, I’d love to get some feedback for this one!

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Park Seonghwa

You slowly traced the whip over his naked body, laughing at his frightened state. His hands were tied above his head, bound to the ceiling. The blindfold on his eyes made it even harder for him to figure out your next movements. Another harsh slap on his upper body was made, making the boy cry out in pain. „What? Can’t take it, anymore? Well, that’s what you get for yelling at me, dumb bitch!“ you shouted at the now crying boy. He begged for mercy, making your lips curl up again. You got closer to him, grabbing his ass and squeezing it hardly. A quiet moan escaped his mouth, but got replaced by a much louder one, after you entered two fingers into his butthole. You felt how he sneezed his red ass on your fingers, now whining. „Psssh, I don’t wanna hear you, is that understood, Hwa?” The boy quickly nodded his head, you giving him a light kiss on his shoulder. „Good boy. Let’s start playing then.”

Kim Hongjoong

„Agh!“ did boy growl out loudly, after you hit him with the metal chain, again. „Shut up, I said I don’t want to hear any noises, didn’t I?” you screamed at him, receiving a cried out „Yes! S-sorry.” You then grabbed his neck screaming so hard that your spit flew into his face. „You better be fucking sorry, slut! And you better don’t make the same mistake twice, touching yourself and watching strangers fuck, is that understood?!” He started to cry harder, scared of how far you’d go. „Yes! I won’t do it again, I am sorry! I just couldn’t hold back, I don’t know what came over me, I am just a dumb pet.” You let out a chuckle, making the cuffed and kneeling male look up to you. He watched you with his teary eyes, you slowly getting nearer to his face, letting go of his neck. You started to kiss him, then you sucked his neck, leaving hikeys on the pretty boy. Soft moans left his mouth. „This feels so good.” He then received a hard slap on his cheek. „You’re not supposed to enjoy this, Hongjoong. This is your punishment, so shut up or I will be even rougher with you.”

Jeong Yunho

„Does this feel good?” you asked the puppy like boy, squeezing his giant dick while moving the vibrator in and out his hole. „Hell yea!” Did he moan out loudly, making you smirk. „Oh yea? Do you know what will feel even better you slutty bitch?” did you ask, stopping your movements. He looked at you, a fucked out expression sitting on his face, sweat flowing down. He watched you as you went to the table, opening the box which was placed on it. You opened it, looking at all the knives which were laying in there. You picked out a karambit, holding it up, admiring it. You stopped when the boy that was tied on the chair started talking. „Oh god, please don’t.” You smirked again, raising one of your eyebrows. „Oh babyboy, did you really think I will pleasure you for misbehaving, not following the rules like I taught you to? Oh, how sweet you are, my giant puppy. Let me make your beautiful body even prettier, yea?”

Kang Yeosang

Blood was dripping from his body, hands tied behind his back, head on the ground, kneeling at the same time. He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. „You like that, dumb bitch? Like getting fucked by toys, huh? Oh, baby, I will make sure that this hole gets ripped apart, don’t worry about that. Now let’s see if you ever dare to kiss someone else’s that is not me, stupid thing.” You pulled at his leash that was tied around his neck. „If I talk to you, then you look me in the eyes!” you screamed at him. You then spitted right into his face. Yeosang twisted his face then, making you mad. „What? Are you disgusted by me you ungrateful bitch?!” you screamed again. Another spit was followed. You then took of all of your cloth off and laid down in front of him. He looked at you confused, you giving him an angry expression in return. „Get to work you idiot.”

Choi San

San screamed extremely loud, not being able to take the overstimulation he was now receiving. His sensitiv red nipples hurted from the clippers you puttet on, but damn this boy loved the pain. You see, San generally loves pain, that’s why he loves to misbehave from time to time, so he can get a good, painful punishment. You grabbed his balls digging your nails in them, another scream leaving his mouth. You pulled the toy out of him, starting to stoke him slowly, making him moan. „You like that?” „Yes! Please, keep going.” You got on your knees, sucking him slowly. A lot of whines started to leave his mouth. In the middle of nowhere, you bit into his dick. It was so hard, that it started bleeding. „Ouch!” „What, can’t take it Sanie? Isn’t this what you wanted? Be grateful for whatever I give you.” The boy hysterical nodded, apologizing and waiting for your next move.

Song Mingi

His hands and legs were tied to the bed posts, a mouth gag in his moth. You were currently riding his cock, him crying from being overstimulated, not being able to move or speak. You slapped him. Then punched him with your fist a few times. You focused on putting as much as force in your punch as possible and you kinda succeeded. Not only did his nose started to bleed, but you heard how his bone cracked. A satisfied grin started to form on your face. Mingi started to cry harder, about to reach his fifth high of this night. You started to bounce harder, being close yourself. „Wanna come, Mingi-ah? You little bitch, do you deserve to come another time, huh? I am the only one who makes you feel this good and I am the only one who’s allowed to make you feel this way, is this understood?! If I see you near someone that is not me again, than trust me I won’t only hurt them, but you in a way that no one wants to experience, okay? Get that trough your dumb head, big boy and don’t dare to disappoint me again.”

Jung Wooyoung

„Fuck, yes!” screamed your handsome but bratty boyfriend. You was laying in the ground, you stepping on his dick. Wooyoung is another one that loves pain and another one that wanted to get punished. „You dirty little bitch, who told you to enjoy this, huh?” He provocatively smirked at you, actually making you mad. Oh, you will whipe that smirk out of his face! You stepped harder on him, his face changing within a second. „Not so funny anymore, huh? How about we go a level higher. Should I put a nail through your dick or should I just chop it off your dirty body, huh?” The boy started smirking again, his next sentence making you go wild. „You can suck me off instead.” You immediately grabbed his neck, squeezing it as hard as you could. „Okay you little brat, that’s enough! Who do you think you are talking to, huh? Don’t you dare to disrespect me like that EVER again. I am the one who’s above you, so keep that dirty tongue in that shitty mouth of yours or I am going cut it off instead.“

Choi Jongho

„Agh, eighty seven! Eighty eight. Eighty nine.” and so on. Jongho was currently on all fours, while you were whipping his ass with a long wooden stick. He started to cry even harder, so lowered is head but got pulled up by you again, since you had putted a leash on his neck. „Ouch, fuck! Please give me a second.” begged the boy, but you had no mercy. „What? I don’t think that I heard a number. Guess we have to start all over again.” He was startled by your words, turning around quickly. The tears that were formed in his eyes started to fall. „P-please don’t. I didn’t mean to.” You scoffed, harshly grabbing his hair. „Oh yea? And you really think I care about that? You only had one job, Jongho. It’s not my fault that you’re too dumb to do it. I’ve warned you before. I’ve warned you not to break the rules or there will be consequences, but you didn’t listen. You choose this yourself, so shut up and start counting from zero again.”

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rhys-writes-sometimes · 4 years

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Music Worth Making Part 3: I Got The Music

Requested: sort of?

Warnings: death, mentions of child abuse, painful memories, more bad writing

Series Summery: When the reader’s life is ripped away from them, they’re distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isn’t so bad after all.

Chapter Summery: After landing back in Rose’s studio, you remember her and her kindness. The boys find you and try to comfort you. Julie finds out that she can still see you.

Words: 2176

A/N: Sorry, I really suck at writing summaries. Also, this chapter is sort of divided into two parts, so the next part will be a sort of part 2 to this chapter. I'm not super happy with the ending of this chapter, but oh well. Also, the reader’s memories are italicized in this chapter

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Masterlist

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You were falling, falling through nothing and everything at the same time. You screamed, but the sound died as soon as it left your mouth. There was nothing around you but blackness, the void surrounding you threatening to swallow you whole if it hadn’t already.

And just as soon as it had begun, it stopped.

You landed with a thud on the familiar floor of Julie’s studio. Grimacing with the pain of landing on a hard floor and the memories made here, you slowly sat up. Tears threatened to spill over as you remembered how things were before Rose died.

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“Come on in,” Julie said, setting down her backpack by the door. You hesitated before setting yours down as well. You had just moved to Los Angeles from Maine, so you didn’t have many friends yet. In fact, Julie and her best friend, Flynn, were your only friends.

“Do you want anything to eat?” Julie asked, opening the fridge and pulling out a snack.

“Oh, no thank you, I’m fine.” You smiled at the girl.

“Mija, who’s this?” A woman, who you judged to be Julie’s mother, walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, mom, this is Olivia. She’s new,” Julie said, gesturing to you. You blushed slightly and went to shake the woman’s hand.

“Hi, I’m Rose, Julie’s mom.”

“I’m Olivia. I- I hope it’s okay that I came over…”

“Of course! We love when Julie’s friends come over!” The woman smiled at you, kindness warming her eyes. You smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time.

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A few months later, you were seated at the piano in Rose’s studio, running your fingers over the keys admirably.

“Oh, do you play?” the woman asked, walking in to check on you, Julie, and Flynn, who were doing their homework over on the couch.

“Oh! Oh, no, I don’t.” You found yourself stepping away from the piano as Rose walked over to it.

“Would you like to learn how?”

Your eyes widened as you nodded yes. Rose laughed slightly and waved you back over. Hesitantly, you sat down next to the woman.

She placed her hands on top of yours, guiding your fingers in playing your first ever piano piece. The melody was hauntingly beautiful. You held your breath as she helped you play, not wanting to disturb the magic that was clearly there. Even the birds had stopped singing to listen.

She pulled her hands away as the last note echoed around the room. You looked at her with wide eyes.

“Help me play it again.”

She laughed. Getting up from the piano bench, she walked over to a box filled with paper. Pulling a piece out, she handed it to you.

“Here’s the sheet music for it, so you can play it anytime.” She smiled at you, but frowned slightly as you stared at the paper. “Do you know how to read sheet music?”

You looked at her and nodded, your eyes still wide. “This…. This is handwritten,” you started, gesturing to the piece of paper you held in your hands. “Did you write it?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Wow,” you breathed, even more in awe of the woman then you were before. “I’m gonna practice it every day that I can so I never forget it!”

The woman chuckled. “You’re already a natural. You’ll have it perfected in no time.”

You blushed slightly as she walked out of the studio.

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Over the next few months, you grew even closer to the Molina family, hanging out at their house and in the studio everyday. Sometimes you even brought Danny with you, and on those nights you slept over at their house.

Danny and Carlos had become best friends, just as you, Julie, and Flynn had. They had become a family to you.

Which made you more nervous to tell them that you were non-binary.

You started off telling just Julie and Flynn, one day after school. You were shaking with nerves, and nothing they could say would help calm you down.

Eventually, you just said it.

They stared at you for a minute, in which your mind didn’t hesitate to remind you that they probably hated you now and you were going to lose your best friends. But after that second, they both hugged you tightly.

“Y/N, we’re so happy for you!!” Flynn said. Your face broke into a huge smile hearing her say your name for the first time.

“Thanks guys,” was all you could manage to get out, too happy to speak.

“Do you wanna tell my parents, or do you not want them to know yet, or do you want me to tell them?” Julie asked. Your nerves rose again at the thought of telling her parents, even though you knew they would be accepting.

“Could- could you tell them? I’d like to be there, though.”

Julie smiled again as she grabbed your hand and pulled you off her bed.

“Hey!” you complained, laughing slightly. You grabbed onto Flynn’s hand, pulling her with you.

“Mom, Dad,” Julie said, slightly out of breath after running down the stairs. “This is Y/N, and they use they/them pronouns.” She gestured to you.

“We’re so proud of you, mija!” Rose said, pulling you into a hug. Ray was standing right behind her, his arms open for a hug as well. You fell into him, crying from happiness.

“Thank- thank you all.” You felt as though you might burst from the love and happiness that was in the room at that moment.

-----

You rode that high for months. All the way up until Rose died.

You remembered that vividly, as well. The sirens, wailing and flashing, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your ears to try to block out the light and sound of everything going on around you. The shocking realization that Rose was gone.

You shuddered, tears streaming down your face as you tried to push the thoughts of her death away. Then it hit you: you were gone, too. Dead. Killed by a strange man in a black coat.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t realize the three boys that had come into the studio.

“Hey, are you okay?” one of the boys asked, causing you to jump.

“Oh, oh, um, yeah! I’m fine,” you said, slipping back into yourself and giving them your sweet smile again.

“Well, okay, um, cause we saw you crying and just wanted to make sure-” the one with the beanie, Luke started. Then he frowned. “Wait, you can- you can see and hear us?”

You nodded, trying your hardest to keep the smile on your face.

“But… but how?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You broke down sobbing, sliding your back against the wall until you were curled up on the floor, your body passing through a table.

“Whoa, how’d you do that? How’d they do that? It’s almost like they’re- oh.” Reggie grew quiet as the realization that you were a ghost hit him.

Luke walked over to you and put a hand on your arm, causing you to flinch away.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he said awkwardly, pulling his hand back. You shook your head slightly, trying to compose yourself.

“It- it’s okay,” you said, hiccuping slightly. “I just don’t like people touching me sometimes.”

The boy nodded. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, whiping away your tears.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Alex asked you. You shook your head, thankful for the boy's presence, but dreading the question that you knew one of them would ask.

Luke stood up and offered you a hand. You flinched again, remembering what had happened the last time someone had helped you up, but took it shakily.

You hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a strange melody playing in the back of your head. You brushed it off, however. You always had a song stuck in your head.

“So, uh, how’d you die?” Reggie asked. The other boys glared at him. “What? I’m just curious.”

“It...it’s alright, Reggie,” you said, sighing. “I- I fell into a puddle, and this man helped me up, and then he…” you trailed off, looking over at Reggie. “He stabbed me.”

“Oh,” he said quietly. You felt Luke’s gaze on you, and turned to look at him, suddenly very aware that he had not taken his hand out of yours after he helped you up.

“Agh!” You cried out as pain coursed through your ankle, gripping Luke’s hand tighter.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just twisted my ankle falling into the puddle.” You felt your face heating up as you realized how close you were to Luke; almost falling had brought you almost face to face with him.

It seemed like he realized it too, because he cleared his throat and stepped away, letting go of your hand.

“Hey guys,” Julie said, walking into the studio, but stopping when she saw you. “Y/N? I thought you had to take Danny home.”

Your eyes widened as tears threatened to spill yet again. “I-”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Luke said, stepping up to you again.

“No, no it’s not! I need to be there for him, I need to protect him…”

“Oh, hey, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to-'' Julie cut herself off. She started walking towards you, opening her arms for a hug. You opened your arms as well, put instead of a hug, all you got was a weird feeling as she passed right through you.

“What the…” Her eyes widened as she turned to face you. “You’re… you’re dead? But how? I just saw you like, half an hour ago…”

“They were stabbed.” Alex spoke up. Julie looked at you for confirmation, tears welling up in her eyes. You nodded.

“Julie, please…” You walked over to your first friend in Los Angeles and let your hands hover over hers. “Please take care of Danny for me. Bring him here. Kidnap him, if you have to. Just don’t let him live with them.”

Julie nodded. “I- I’ll go get him right now,” she said, already heading for the doors. You smiled, at her, silently thanking her as she headed out into the rain.

“So, uh, we didn’t get a chance to talk much earlier,” Luke commented, walking over to the couch. “What do you do for fun?”

“Um, I usually read, or draw, or listen to music,” you said somewhat awkwardly. You didn’t list the one that you loved most, but could never do. Sing. “My parents wouldn’t let me do that often, though.”

Luke frowned. “Why not?”

“Well, most of the time I didn’t even have time to. I had to cook dinner, clean, help Danny with his homework, do my homework…”

You moved into a chair, sitting with perfect posture and your legs crossed.

“This isn’t a job interview, Y/N,” Luke said with a slight laugh. “You can relax.”

You laughed at yourself. “Sorry, it’s just how I was conditioned to sit.” Your face froze as you realized you had said too much.

“What do you mean, conditioned?”

You shook your head. “I’m really not supposed to talk about it.”

“Why not? You’re dead. Your parents rules don’t apply anymore.”

Your lip quirked upward in a sort of small smile. He was right, your parents couldn’t hurt you anymore. You twisted in the chair so that your legs were draping over the armrest. Reggie sat on the floor near Luke, leaning against the couch. Alex stood behind the couch.

“No they don’t, but I still don’t want to talk about it.”

Luke shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“What about you?” you asked, playing with your hair. “What do you do for fun?”

“Write, mostly.”

That was intriguing. “Write what?”

“Music.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Tell you about… how we write music?”

“Yeah! I wanna hear what it’s like.”

“Well, uh, okay then.”

-----

The sun beat down on the pavement outside of the studio.

“Oh, hey Danny,” you heard Flynn say. Julie had told her to come over after she asked about you. She didn’t want to tell Flynn in public that their best friend had died.

You were growing nervous. How would she react? What would she say? Would you still be able to talk, with Julie telling her everything you said? What-

You were cut off from your thoughts as Flynn walked into the studio.

“Oh, hey Y/N! Are you okay? You weren’t in school today, and you didn’t text me all weekend.”

You gaped at her.

“What? Is there something wrong with my outfit?” she asked with a slight laugh.

“You...you can see me,” you said in shock.

She looked confused. “Of course I can see you. Why wouldn’t I- wait…” She walked over to you, an idea in her head. She tried to hold your hand, only for it to fall through. She backed away from you slightly, her worst fears confirmed. “You’re…… a ghost.”

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lilallama · 4 years

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Since I loved the one you did for me. Can I request a continuation to it? Like the reader brings him home bmand everything is great but after a few months neighborhood pets are coming up missing and the reader finds out or something?

Early Sunrise

Word Count; 2.1k

!!TW!! This Series contains themes of gore, obsessive behaviour, violence, murder and societal injustice

》 Prologue; Düstern 《

》 First; Frühdämmer 《

"Another one?" Y/n looked at the Missing Poster which hung up on the tree outside their neighbour's house (the picture displayed a small well groomed cat with grey fur. 》 Prince Winters - british shorthair - two and a half years old - Was last seen in the owners backyard - please call this number if you have any information: X X X X - X X X X X X 《). The [gender] sighed in pity before turning to walk to their door. As they opened it they happily expected their small Guinea Pig Hybrid, Hoseok, to run into their arms. But that didn't happen. His fluffy locks were nowhere in sight. Worried that something might have happened Y/n searched the mansion. He wasn't in their room (he insisted on staying with them because he was too scared to sleep alone at night), he wasn't in any of the four bathrooms, not in the kitchen, not in the front hall, not in their living room. They were starting to panic, their poor, sweet baby was gone. But then they heard someone giggle outside in the garden. With rushed steps they ventured into the garden and let out a relieved sigh, only for that sigh to turn into a half chocked gasp as Hoseok turned around.

"Hoseok.., what is that!?" On the floor infront of the Hybrid layed something mangled and bloody. It's body was distorted, limbs torn off, milky eyes bulging out if it's sockets with it's head twisted in an unnerving angle. The sight was horrific, grotesque and truly nauseating. "Oh," Hoseok said in with his innocent smile which was surrounded by dried up blood, "remember Mrs. Winters' cat? I played with it." Despite the sweet smile his eyes held something menacing, something sick and twisted that Y/n was terrified of. They looked big and empty, like emotionless voids staring right through them. If they could have the choice to claim this a disturbing nightmare, they would. But they knew, they would have to face this. Y/n's previous scared expression turned into one of determination, "Hoseok, whipe that off your face and get in the car, right now."

The drive was tortuously silent, the only sound coming from the radio ("And now we present to you our 90's Pop Songs marathon. Starting of with the 90's Queen, Britney Spears with 'Baby one more time' "). Hoseok hadn't dare move throughout the whole time spend in the car. His only action; trying to make himself as small as possible to escape the mind numbing tension that filled the car. What if Y/n would send him back to the shelter? That thought had always kept him up at night. They were the only one he had, they couldn't just abandon him, right? > But what if they did < whispered the voice in the back of his mind, > What if you'll never see them again? You can't let that happen. < he started shaking violently > Just take the wheel and drive off the road. Kill them, then they'll never leave you. <. The voice got louder as he cowered in the back seat, eyes pressed shut and mouth chanting "No no no no no no no-". But Y/n didn't pay the quivering Hybrid any mind, all they could think of was, that their Hybrid needs help, immediately. Clearly the mistreatment he was put through with his past owners (what mistreatment?) took a toll on his sanity. The poor sunshine needs help. So they hurried towards the next Hybrid Psychiatrist hoping it'll magically rid Hoseok of his tendencies.

"Violent tendencies?" The pair sat infront of the Psychiatrist, Mr. Bluestone, a kind hispanic man in his mid 50's. "Could you elaborate what exactly that would mean? Does he get into fights often or perhaps bites?" They bashfully scratch their neck while looking over at Hoseok. "Not really. He is more... more..," they leaned forward and whispered, "gory." Bluestone looked intrigued by that as he shuffled in his seat slightly. "How so? What does that mean, L/n?" The Hybrid nervously watched the conversation going on, his eyes darkened as his owner leaned closer. His nose twitched and he started looking around the room to try and distract himself from the dread he felt. (The white door had 》 044 《 standing on it in golden, shimmering letters, the floor was polished and held a warm grey as it's colour. The walls were mostly white with a small peachy orange stripe spreading across all four walls. The plants were clearly fake and left him feeling hungry as he hadn't eaten today. He considered asking Y/n for one of his treats but he figured that wouldn't be a good idea.) When that didn't work he resorted to imagining doing everything the poor cat had suffered through with the Psychiatrist. "He- he-," they gave him a quick side glance before lowering their voice again, "he tore our neighbour's cat apart." With a look of surprise and horror Bluestone stared over to the Guinea Pig Hybrid (which usually are very peaceful and cheerful creatures) only to avert his gaze once his eyes locked with Hoseoks. He cleared his throat and shuffled through the stack of papers on the desk before him. "I'm sorry, but I do not think I'm experienced in such... special situations." Y/n stood up, making the elderly man flinch slightly, and looked at him with teary eyes. "Please, please, I beg you!" The man stayed silent for a moment before sighing. His smile was reassuring as he patted their shoulder. "You never learn to fly if you don't try, I'll see what I can do."

The next day Y/n sat in Mr. Bluestone's office and discussed Hoseok. "The thing that makes this difficult, is that Hybrids have not been studied enough for me to be able to diagnose him with any Guinea Pig Hybrid specific mental illness." He looked through some files that layed on his desk, scratching some things abd writing notes. Meanwhile Y/n asked, "But how come we don't diagnose them with human mental illnesses?" After a few seconds Bluestone looked up, now focusing his attention on the [gender]. "You see, Hybrid brains are, while not completely but still considerably, different from ours." That gained a sceptical look from Y/n. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling them inferior. If anything, they are way more physically advanced than mere humans are." The Psychiatrists eyes started sparkling with passion as he explained the abilities of different Hybrid breeds. "Cheetah Hybrid are able to run 3.6 times faster than an average grown human! Cat Hybrids have the ability of night vision and way more advanced senses than we do. And between Seahorse Hybrids it's the male who bears the children, not the female!" The excitement the man holds for Hybrids was very blatant as he continued rambling before Y/n asked while laughing, "You really like Hybrids, don't you?" "I find them fascinating, my husband thinks so too. It's sad to see so many people disrespect such fascinating creatures." The discussion went on for a while before they finally looked at the clock. It was time to go for Y/n which caused them great concern as their problem was still not close to being solved. Nonetheless they wished each other farewell before returning to their mundane tasks.

As Y/n sat on the soft, expensive couch in their livingroom Hoseok shyly approached them. "Y/n, are you mad at me?" They wanted to scold him, to put him in his place, teach him that such behaviour was not acceptable. But when they looked into his guilt filled eyes they just couldn't stay mad at their little ball of sunshine. "No," they rubbed their temple, "I'm not, Hobi. Come on." And they petted on their lap with a forced, slightly saddened smile. Hoseok immediately lit up and jumped onto their fraim, cuddling into them while letting out that weird purr when they started petting his brown-white locks. As they laid there many thoughts ran through Y/n's mind. How did they not notice that their own Hybrid was the one who caused those pets disappearances? Thinking back, it was so obvious. Those red stains on his clothing that they mistook for sauce or marmalade stains, the strong metallic smell that Hoseok sometimes had, it was right infront of their eyes. Yet they didn't notice, they didn't think to question that the cases of pets going missing had started a bit after their Hybrid moved in. The warning that caretaker gave them at the shelter, should they've listened to it? What would've happened if they didn't taken him, left him there without anyone by his side? Quickly they shook off such thoughts and looked down at Hoseok on their chest. He looked so innocent and fragile, as if he could snap at any moment, it made them want to protect him. The Guinea Pig Hybrid had already won over a giant portion of their heart, leaving him was out of question. But they will have to wait until Bluestone has found something that they should discuss. Y/n imagined that they would try and 'train' Hoseok, that they would talk him through his trauma and teach him the right way. But Bluestone wanted to know what he's doing before he would try and teach the Guinea Pig Hybrid anything. The risk that he could make it worse or cause a different trauma was too high for him to discard. So they agreed to first try and find something similar to Hoseoks condition first. Their thoughts were interrupted as they ley out a yawn. It was starting to get late, so they decided to go to bed now. The only problem was that Hoseok had already fallen asleep on top of them and they didn't want to wake him up. So they decided, one night sleeping on the sofa wouldn't hurt, how wrong they were.

When they woke up in the morning both their back and neck hurt as if someone slammed a hardwood chair against them. Hoseok had shifted over night so that they could get up without disturbing his sleep. Under grave pain they stood up, looked back at their little Hybrid and admired him for a second. Despite everything, he still was a very handsome young man. Undoubtedly if he wasn't their Hybrid they would be more than willing to date him. (Although he's a Guinea Pig Hybrid his body was quite athletic, he wasn't of abnormally muscular structure but did have abs and surprisingly strong legs. His hair always managed to look soft and shiny with little to no effort, his tan skin was completely clean, not a single blemish in sight. His eyes were a beautiful almond shape adorned with dark chocolate irises that always managed to wrap them around his fingers. With an oval shaped face and very pronounced jawline he surely was a sight to behold. But the greatest part was the tiny smile that he held even during his sleep.) Eventually Y/n stretched and walked over to their laptop. They received a new E-mail from Bluestone.

》 Dear L/n,

I am sorry to inform you that I did not find anything that could relate to your Hybrid's issue. But I have decided that, if you are willing to, still try and help your Hybrid. While I do not think this is the best way to approach it, I will try and help you and your Hybrid through therapy. I will send another E-mail should you agree to my offer.

Please remember to not accept you don't consider this helpful or do not want to waste your time with something that may or may not work. Send me an answer and I will send you the room, time and what I was planning on trying out. You can always back out, this is not any form of contract.

Sincerely,

Doctor Valentino Pérez Bluestone. 《

Suddenly the back- and neck pains weren't too much of a bother. While he couldn't find anything specific that he could sort Hoseok to, he would still help them. They quickly write an E-mail back.

》 Dear Doctor Bluestone,

thank you so much for helping us. I would not have known what to do without your help. I would very much like to accept your offer, sir.

I will await your E-mail. Until then,

Sincerely,

Y/n L/n. 《

After leaning back and turning to check up on Hoseok (at which point they remembered their back- and neck pains, causing them to stiffen from the stabbing pain running through them.) they carefully turned back to their laptop and decided it was time to finish their work.

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leyla676 · 5 years

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Magic B - wedding date

HERE WE ARE

at part 3 of Magic B. / PART 1 / PART 2

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is the last story of Magic B, maybe I will write another story soon, I will wait for my Muse’s call =)

Warnings: none. it’s fluffy. and soooo sweet.

WORDS: 2300

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As you opened up your eyes, the sun was tickling your skin. You looked besides you and saw directly in Nancy‘s face.

„WHAT THE“, you screamed and jumped up.

She already had curled up hair, her make-up was on point and she looked like an angel.

„Did you kiss him?“, she asked with a grin on her lips.

„Good morning to you too Nancy“, you grumbled, „no we did not kiss“

„Why? He is super hot“

„Because no“.

You got out of your bed and walked to the bathroom.

„You will regret it if you won‘t kiss him“, she yelled as you closed the door.

The hairdresser was already waiting for you to style your hair. He was a cute young blonde guy, smiling and singing to Madonna all the time.

Hours later, you finally got into your dark-blue dress.

Time was running and you were getting more and more nervous.

It was 9.45 already and you remembered Nancy saying ‚pick her up at 10, the wedding starts at 12‘

You saw Steve, Nancy‘s fiance, walking around at the front door, smoking cigarette after cigarette, getting more and more nervous so you decided to join him.

„Come on, let‘s be nervous together“, you suggested and he nodded.

„Everything will be okay, she is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen“, you tried to calm him down. Steve was super cute, all dressed up in his perfect suit, hair on point.

„What if she‘s gonna say no?“

„No! Never. Steve, you know, you two have to be together“, you crossed his arm and he gave you a little nervous smile.

After the cigarette you got inside, checking your make-up again as you suddenly heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of a 79 Chevy Camaro.

He was there. Not a single minute too late.

You ran to the kitchen window, looked out and saw Billy coming out of his car. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, wearing his sunglasses, his hair looked amazing, every curl was on point. His shirt was a little unbuttoned. He stood there, looking around, he was already searching for you.

He was dressed in a dark-blue suit. How did he knew?

Nancy joined you.

„Y/N, he looks absolutely amazing“, she raved and her eyes were full of glitter.

„Nancy, please, remember who he is. He is just...“

„A fiction, I know“, she interrupted, „but he is here. And she looks like a god. Give him a chance. Please. This man is hot“

You rolled your eyes. She was absolutely right and you knew it.

As you opened the front door you looked at him and smiled.

When he saw you, he took off his sunglasses and smiled in this way that made your heart melt.

„Hey Billy“, you cleaned your throat.

„All dressed up for me?“, he asked you with that damn smile you already saw once, behind the strip club.

„Yea, only for you, dumbass“, you rolled your eyes, blushed a little and giggled.

„Billy!“, Nancy screamed and fell on his neck. „You look amazing“

„Thanks little one. You are beautiful“, Billy smiled at her.

„Okay, first of all, we‘ve got two hours. Teach her how to dance!“, she ordered, looked at Billy and pushed you in his direction. „At least for just one dance“

You heard how the music started, it was Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler.

Really?

Nancy Wheeler, I will kill you. Totally, you thought.

Billy smiled at you, took you by your hand, drew you to him and put his hand on your back.

„Listen, this is very easy“, he whispered in your ear. You smelled his cologne, saw the little freckles in his face, his soft pink lips, his moustache and his damn blue eyes as he looked down at you.

„Just let me guide you. Trust me“

Billy moved gently to the beat of the music, held your hand, you followed him as you had no choice, which you didn‘t have at all.

You put your head to his chest and heard his heart beat fast as you gently closed your eyes, inhaling every moment.

„Already feeling comfortable?“, he murmured, you could tell that he smiled.

„N… no, just…“, you stuttered and looked away quickly. He laughed almost tonelessly and held you closer to him.

„It‘s okay, you‘re moving good“, he whispered. The sound of his voice paired with his words made you shiver.

It felt like dancing on clouds. The air between you was crackling and it felt like the time would stand still forever.

…

„Do you, Steve Harrington, want to take Nancy Wheeler to your lawfully wedded wife? Love her and treat her right for the rest of your life?“

„I do“

„And do you, Nancy Wheeler, want to take Steve Harrington to your lawfully wedded husband? Love him and treat him right for the rest of your life?“

„Yes, I do“

„I explain you to husband and wife. And now please kiss your bride“

A big applause went through the walls of the church as both kissed. Steve and Nancy were finally married and you whiped away a small tear of happiness.

You felt Billy come close to your ear, whispering „You want to get married one day?“

„Mabye“, you answered nervously, „what about you?“

„Depends on whether I find a woman who can handle me“

You giggled and smiled at him.

As Nancy and Steve went out of the church, all of you stood up and followed to get to the wedding location.

Billy opened the passenger door and you got into the Camaro. As you watched him go around the car, you catched yourself looking at his nice ass which made you blush and giggle.

„Whats‘ that fun?“, he asked you as he took place at the driver‘s seat.

„Nothing“, you answered, biting your bottom lip and looked out of the window.

I just want to feel your lips all over me.

You arrived at the wedding location. A nice old farm which belonged to Steve‘s uncle. It was all decorated with white flowers, violet ribbons and little pearls.

Both of you entered the lobby, Billy took off your jacket and placed it at the wardrobe.

„Wanna search for a quiet room and make out a little?“, soft, warm breath touched you on the skin of your neck. You felt the warmth between your tights rising.

You turned around and got caught by Billy‘s eyes.

„N… no… this is a wedding, we can‘t...“, you whispered and stuttered.

„Stop fighting your feelings, I won‘t hurt you, Baby“, he grumbled, placing his hand on your chin, pulling you closer to him.

You weren‘t able to move, you weren‘t able to breath or anything so you stood there, holding yourself on Billy‘s shoulders and felt his soft, rose lips finally finding yours. It was a quick little kiss and it felt like a lightning between the both of you.

When he let you go, he smiled at you and grabbed your hand. „I want to go on a date with you. A real date“

„You ask me out for a date?“

He nodded his head and placed another warm and soft kiss on your lips.

…

Billy stood there, circled by some older ladies, they were laughing and giggling. It was Nancy‘s grandma, her aunt, a friend of her granny and some other ladies.

„He steals the heart of almost anyone here“, Tiffany laughed at you, „he is just perfect. Look at him! I am so glad you called him“

As Billy catched your eye, he apologized to the ladies and went to you.

„Looking out for a dance?“, he asked with a perfect grin.

„No, not again please“, you said and laughed. „I really don‘t want to break your feet“

„Well then, let‘s have a seat“

He led you to the tables and you both sat down, besides Tiffany and her boyfriend.

Nancy and Steve joined and the guys talked about cars, basketball and stuff. You listened to everything he said, he had your full attention.

At this point you realized that Billy was damn right. You weren‘t able to fight against your feelings anymore.

It was too late.

He laughed, smiled, had a wonderful time and you enjoyed every minute of it. You were proud. Proud of him for not blaming you. He was a pure gentleman.

Suddenly a band entered the little stage in front of the tables.

„The wedding is done! We congratulate to Nancy and Steve!“

All of you were clapping your hands.

„We‘ve got another surprise for one of our guests in here“, the lead singer went off the stage.

Nancy came closer to you and whispered in your ear: „Enjoy the show“

You looked at her, pretty confused, didn‘t know what she was talking about.

The drummer kicked the beat, the keyboard followed.

Billy stood up, took off his jacket and kissed you soft on your cheek.

„What are you doing?“, you asked and Billy smiled at you.

„Trust me, you will like it“, he said.

„BILLY“, you screamed, afraid of what would happen.

Please, don‘t start to strip now. It‘s a wedding. Please. Please not. STOP HIM!

Billy went up on stage and opened the buttons of his shirt, just a little bit.

„If he is going to take off his clothes now, I will marry him“, Tiffany laughed and put out her wallet to count the money which she would put in his panties.

You catched Nancy‘s eyes which grew bigger, she smiled and giggled at you.

She knew what he was about to do? How?

How can anyone be so damn calm when a stripper enters the stage at a WEDDING?!

Rainy night and we worked all day

we both got jobs `cause there‘s bills to pay

we got something they can‘t take away

our love, our lives

Billy stood there. Looking at you. And he sang a song you knew very well. Born to be my baby from Bon Jovi. Your jaw dropped down.

You couldn‘t believe your eyes, your ears and nothing else any more. First you thought you would start to throw up, as nervous as you were, you really thought he would start to do a hot striptease dance for all of you.

But as you realized that he sang to you, your heart nearly melted.

„Oh my god he sings for you“, Tiffany nearly started to cry besides you. „Promise me to marry this man, Y/N“

You weren‘t able to say anything.

You were born to be my Baby

Baby, I was made to be your man!

We got something to believe in

Even if we don‘t know where we stand

Your eyes were filled with little tears as he finally jumped off the stage, took your hand and pulled you close to him.

„I want a second date“, he whispered in your ear.

You nodded.

And Baby I was born

to be your man...

The song came to it‘s end and Billy came closer to you, grabbing you on your waist, running his fingers trough your hair and kissed you.

The kiss was soft and sweet, his moustache tickled you and you could feel him smile while he pulled you close.

„It‘s hard to get you on a date“, he murmured.

You could hear the people‘s applause, Tiffany screamed „Yeah“, no one exept of your ladies knew, where he came from but everyone knew that he would stay forever.

Never in your entire life had you felt such butterflies around your stomache.

And you knew that you would fall for this mullet-wearing dumbass stripper all over again, for the rest of your life.

…

ONE YEAR LATER

…

„TONIGHT“, the familiar voice shouted through his microphone, „Tonight we have to do our VERY best! For our bride-to-be! Y/N, this is all for you!“

The crowd was sweating, shaking, screaming as the music started.

Step inside,

walk this way

you and me, Babe,

HEY HEY!

Billy jumped out of the curtains on stage, wearing his tight jeans, his biker boots and his leather jacket.

His sixpack was oily and his golden chain danced on his chest.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him moving to the music. He knew exactly what he did, shaking his abs, his ass, his dirty-blonde mullet.

Tiffany yelled and clapped her hands, Nancy whistled with two fingers and you … you were happy.

He got down on his knees, held out his hand to you and you took it, he drew you on stage.

You laughed out loud as he whirled you around, dancing to the music.

Billy took a bridal veil and placed it onto your hair.

“This is going to be MY wifey!”, he screamed at the crowd and all of the ladies yelled and applauded as he finally pulled you close and kissed you rough, passionated, all tongue and teeth.

You knew that you would love him as you first saw him on this stage. It took a time for you to realize, you were unsure if a stripper could be true to you, love you and respect you. But Billy did. He loved you with every single inch of his skin.

“I was made to be your man”, he sang in your ear as he carried you off the stage. You held yourself close to him, your fingers running through his mullet.

“We will miss you here, Billy”, fake Jason Momoa stood in front of you and made a sad face.

“I won’t miss you, you little fuckers”, Billy laughed and said goodbye to the other strippers.

“We have to go now”, he winked at you.

“Tomorrow is going to be the best day of our life”

You smiled at Billy as he came close and kissed you.

“I never thought you would say yes”, he whispered.

“But I did”, you said.

Yes, you did.

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Thank you so much for reading it.

It makes me happy when someone reads my stuff, even it’s sometimes a little bit of “weird English”. I really tried my best and hope you understand what I mean ^^

And i want to say a big THANK YOU to all the fanfiction writers out there. Because YOU keep Billy alive.

And that is everything for all of us <3

#billyhargrove #Billy Hargrove #billyhargrovefanfiction #Magic B #magicb #wedding #fanfiction #billyhargrovexreader #billy hargove x reader

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ssfoc · 6 years

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I'm surprised that Forbes posted that article when the writers personal bias against Louis was so blatant. He didn't even try to hide it. I guess it's too much to ask that publications like Forbes hang on to a shred of journalistic integrity. Its all about click bait and instigating fan bases for hitsn comments and money. When will Louis catch a break? I'm so tired of him being used as a whiping boy. I don't know how he keeps going in the face of all this, I really don't.

A brief look at Forbes covering the boys.

In this July 2017 Forbes article by freelancer Hugh McIntyre, Louis is called “a heartthrob.”

McIntyre’s Forbes review of Miss You:

The track is almost pop-punk, but it’s not quite cool enough to truly fit into that genre, despite Tomlinson’s insistence on swearing so frequently that Spotify labeled the tune explicit. It’s slightly edgier than the rockier songs produced during One Direction’s time together, but he’s still a pop singer at heart, and you can hear that in his delivery. Tomlinson may be playing the part of a badass somewhat poorly, but the final product is still a lot of fun, and the music and songwriting still make this a worthwhile listen…if not something you’d mosh to.

Yesterday’s article by Christian Guiltenane, former entertainment editor for Ok! and “celebrity ghostwriter.”

First of all, the new judging panel has failed to impress many. Earlier in the year it was confirmed that feisty Sharon Osbourne had been supposedly ditched from the line up after she’d said a few touchy things about her boss Simon Cowell.

Gone too was X Factor stalwart and resident old biddy, Louis Walsh. Also culled was sassy PussyCat Doll Nicole Scherzinger, who had had audiences eating out of her hands with her Scher-mazing catchphrases.

In their place, producers emptied their purses and hurled millions of pounds at their new line-up.

Louis Tomlinson, the One Direction scarecrow who isn’t Harry Styles, isn’t Zayn Malik, isn’t Liam Payne, and isn’t even Niall Horan, apparently bagged £4million to join the show, while Robbie Williams, who would have been a great booking five years ago when it was first mooted, and his supposed deal-breaker Loose Woman wife Ayda Field, both agreed to take part for a reported whopping £10m.

While Robbie, Ayda and Simon have all made an effort to rock up to the live shows in their weekend finest, Louis appears to regularly ignore the dress code and swaggers on stage like he’s just woken up from beneath a pile of newspapers. While it’s a superficial note, it’s one of those nagging little details that knocks the show off kilter. It’s not like Louis was a member of the Sex Pistols! So please, lad, put a suit on for goodness sake!

Guiltenane is an out gay male journalist who wrote the Attitude article featuring Liam in 2015. Read the entire article to get a sense of why the official 1DHQ narrative delivered by Liam was greeted with so much vitriol.

Unfortunately, the writer’s biases regarding Louis have been cultivated for years. These are biases held by the GP and amplified since the hiatus.

However, we see that the 18-35 demographic has indeed improved by Louis’ being on the show. This is the effect of his fanbase... a fanbase that supports his music, not his appearance as a judge. Yes, the fans have turned out this time. But we aren’t watching TXF for the acts, and it is getting very stale, very fast.

I would say that the writing makes Guiltenane look like the cantankerous old man that he is, waxing poetic about... tiresome forgettables like Louis Walsh. It’s not going to make a dent with Louis’ fans. I wish people who don’t understand One Direction (and condescends to its fans) would no longer continue to write about it.

#chritian guiltenane #forbes #27 november 2018 #louis

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virgiltheanxious · 7 years

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April Showers

Title: April Showers

Pairing: None

Warning: none i believe

Word Count: 1,258

Summary: Thomas takes a shower and the sides visit.

A/N: hello,,, the big bang discord got wild with ideas and i asked if i could write one and i was told yes so here goes. (i know its not april shut up)

Tags: @doodlebloodle @my-happy-little-bean @rose-gold-roman @sanderdrabbles @milomeepit @pattonly-absurd @shark-cats-and-space-lions @urfam-ily @asterias-confused-writings

Thomas hummed as he rubbed the conditioner in his hair, letting his mind wonder. Once he felt that the conditioner was rubbed in enough, he grabbed the soap and cleaned the rest of his body and let his mind wonder.

He always thought that there could be aliens. What would he say to an alien if he ever saw one? Would he even notice if it was an alien? Because even though there could be aliens, that doesn’t mean they look the way everyone expects them to look. What if he had already met an alien?

As he let the water wash away the dirt and grime and soap, he tipped his head back into the water and closed his eyes.

Wait, if he already met an alien, maybe he had made an impression already? What if it was a bad alien. WHAT IF HE DATED AN ALIEN?! HOW WOULD HE EVEN KNOW?

Thomas opened his eyes and shook his head slightly as he turned around to turn off the water. When he did turn around, however, he saw a drenched Virgil.

Screaming in shock, Thomas had to put a hand on the wall to keep himself from falling over. He panted and quickly shoved his arm out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself.

“Virgil what the heck!” Thomas shouted, turning off the water which had already gotten his towel unbelievably wet. Not that Virgil was in any better condition, his close definitely needed to be run through the dryer.

“Listen, it’s not my fault that I popped up! You were the one thinking about if you dated an alien or not,” Virgil complained, whiping his wet hair out of his face.

“...shut up.”

“Also, why did you even bother with the towel, it’s not like-”

“SHUT UP!”

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The next time Thomas took a shower, he had played music in the background. As his music came to one of his favorite songs, he sang bits and pieces of it until he had to get the shampoo out of his hair. He closed his eyes as he let the water fall over him, thinking of the oddest things that came to mind.

Who supplies food for stores? Or junk food? Is it weird to just order like 32 jars of pickles? God, Thomas felt bad for whoever had to do that. Do you have to call and order the pickles? That would be the worst thing. What about candy? Was it less weird to order bulk candy? Maybe. Someone is probably ordering enough black licorice to restock a store right now. That’s a lot of black licorice. How do you make black licorice, anyway?

Thomas turned to get the body wash and yelped in surprise as Roman suddenly popped up before he could grab it.

“Roman! What are you doing??”

“You know, I was thinking about the whole black licorice thing, and I really think that it would be weird to do. Wouldn’t they need to know how much black licorice people buy in that area? Because if it expires- wait does it even expire? I mean, if we’re honest I’d probably at expired licorice. It is still food, you know?”

“Roman, can this wait until I’m done showering, I’d really enjoy to finish up here,” Thomas complained, nudging Roman awkwardly out of the shower.

“Alright, Alright! I need a new pair of clothes that isn’t soaking wet, anyway. Thanks a lot, Thomas.”

“It’s not even my fault!”

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Sighing, Thomas prepared himself for another shower. Today wasn’t the best day for him- surely it could have gone better. He was excited for the calm of a warm shower to help him relax. He was definitely going to take longer this time, he knew that when he took five minutes to just let the water get his hair wet. Letting his mind wander, Thomas rubbed the shampoo in his hair.

Maybe, when he was done showering, he should just sit on the couch, eat some food, and watch TV. Anything would be good at this point. Or he could scroll through pictures of dogs, or just go on tumblr. Maybe he should just eat cookies. He could go out and buy a small cake, or cupcakes. Would it matter? The cake sounded more pleasing, really.

Sighing, Thomas let the water wash the shampoo out of his hair and quickly decided that he did not want to use conditioner today. It was truly too much to be bothered to do. He did, however, decide that he should still wash his grimy body. He turned to grab the soap and wash shocked to see Patton standing there. This time, he wasn’t bothered. He was sort of used to it by now, in a way. Not that it was completely normal.

“Hey, kiddo. I heard you were having a bad day and I brought cookies!” Patton exclaimed, holding his arm outside of the shower to keep the cookies from being wet.

“Wow, Patt… Uh, thank you and I’m glad you thought about me but, I mean, I would like to finish my shower first, if that’s okay?” Thomas awkwardly responded, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, sure! Just meet me in the living room when you’re done, okay kiddo?” Patton said, stepping out of the shower.

Thomas nodded, and as he heard the bathroom door close he made faces and whispered to himself about how weird it was for his sides to just pay him visits as he was showering.

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After watching a documentary, Thomas decided that he should shower and then go to bed. He hadn’t thought about anything besides what the documentary had been talking about for most of the shower. It was truly interesting, he enjoyed learning about the machines that made plenty if the things he used or ate each day. It made him want to go to see one of them in real life- he was sure he could find some place where there was a tour of machines that made… something.

As the soap that he had used to clean his body washed away, he turned off the water. He was glad that finally, finally, he was not interrupted by any of the sides while he was in the shower. It was always so awkward to be caught showered, regardless of the fact that his sides were pretty much exact replicates of him just with different personalities. It just felt really weird.

He stepped out of the bath and grabbed the towel he had put on the counter, wrapping it around his waist. He looked into the fogged up mirror and wiped off part of it so he could see clearer. Though it was still not a clear image, he could see Logan sitting on the toilet behind him. Yelping, Thomas quickly turned around.

“Salutations, Thomas. I hope you enjoyed your shower,” Logan said, flipping to the next page in his book.

“It was fine, I guess? What are you doing here, though?” Thomas asked, shifting his weight from one side of his body to the other.

“You were thinking of all the science behind machinery, were you not?”

“Well, yes, but I thought whenever you guys popped up while I was showering it was inside the shower with me?”

“Ah, no. Seems the other sides just miscalculated where they needed to appear. Or they were… messing with you, I suppose. I wanted to refrain from invading your privacy, so I just read outside the shower,” Logan explained.

“Oh… okay then.”

#virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #logic sanders #roman sanders #prince sanders #patton sanders #morality sanders #fanfic #evans work

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ericleo108 · 3 years

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03/04/2022 Click here for Spotify or Apple Music. This is my eighth official release. Written in 2014 while in Los Angeles California I wanted to write an intellectual song with a stoned thought structure with a hook about weed. Now I promote moderation, like I talk about in my “Cloud 9” song, but sometimes debauchery is fun once in a while. The song delivers the message to smoke weed while you listen to my music.

The beat is from premiumbeat.com. The track was professionally recorded, mixed, and mastered by David James of Forest Hills Audio in Grand Rapids Michigan. You can stream or download the track wherever music is sold. You can also buy this track in the shop as part of the “108” album in my shop.

Thank you for your support. Be sure to follow because new music is released every first Friday of every month. Next month I’ll start releasing twice a month, dropping on the third Friday of the month as well.

Lyrics:

Smoke blunts all day til I'm numb in the face. couldn't give a fuck, mmm k x2

everyday I’m smoking chronic Learning economics Social psychology linguistic phonics spit it wit dis knowledge they like, wow, what a wild lick we gon' play this loud, get it get'um buzz'n like loud crickets unless you get a stage visit in which case, we go ape shit Exploring the matrix, in an interdimensional shape shift [like my innerflow, she like it when in her slow, Pulsates and rolls huh, yeah, you know] it's like you see my inner soul what you think? Don't you know? i'm light'n up this indica got beats for you to get at brah unless you scared... in which case i'll be go'n hard come on daug I though you thought about his all along you see me with this confidence and nothing is an obstacle improble is possible well guess what, I'm unstoppable topsy turby, turbulance, don't disturb me fly'n high up in the sky look'n down at all these earthlings

blunt all day til I'm numb in the face couldn't give a fuck, mmmk x2

so superficial its specific and the sarcasm terrific all I want is you a nice suit some good news don't be act'n out, drama talk'n bout what we do wanna fight, let's do it your so dang cute you look like a FIG NEWTON that's how I hate on your a delicious food you know it's true you excited, kay lets do it, so now what'cha wanna do [like my innerflow, she like it when in her slow, Pulsates and rolls huh, yeah, you know] here to make music royalties for contributions like M about to loose it, feel’n like a lucid subtle cubRic mintar subterfug n get it long large, i'm the boss, law monotone and monolog winna dog put ya boy up in the guiness log I whiped me up some songs, and then gon and hit um all write, I got many blogs right, he go and get it ya'll one question, can you dig it ya'll go ahead and get along but seriously, no, really dough i'm ill to deaf, yo let me smoke

blunts all day til I'm numb in the face couldn't give a fuck, mmmk x2

You got ta love the vibbe what it does to your mind You knew I got the drdrive a conscious design Its been like a mirror room matra with and mental game’a’rope a doope tried to tell you so you'd know why it's so ggrandiose But y'all don't wanna see it Or believe it's so aggrievous Perspective is a benefit & Your perception isn't reasoned my imagination bursting, nervous system learning the ideas up in my mind have solidified and burgeoning

Smoke blunt all days til ya numb in the face we don't give a fuck, mmmk x2

#indierap #indierapper #hiphop #rap #rapper #artist #marijuana #lyrics #new music #weed #michigan

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goldenchildkatsuki · 7 years

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haunt // bed

a tododeku one shot

WARNING: ABUSE MENTION!

Writers note: finally, I finished my first todeku fanfic! I wanted to write about other ships other than kacchako for a while but it was harder than I thought. I started out writing a todeku studydate fic but I was so stuck. But then I listened to this one song and I was immediately inspired to write this. It’s not long but I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome!

Word count: 1.579

Song that inspired the fic: (x)

‘I’m not scared.’ he whimpered. ‘I…I’m not scared.’ he repeated. Todoroki’s heart felt heavy, repeating the same sentence over and over again. More to himself than to Midoriya. Even with the lighting low Todoroki could see that Midoriya’s brow was furrowed with worry. Todoroki took Midoriya’s hand and stroked it with his thumb. ‘See?’ he tried to reassure him. Midoriya smiled, enjoying the gentle touch. The soft smile made Todoroki believe for a single second that he really wasn’t scared. He didn’t feel like suffocating under the blanket, the lit flashlight that was laying on his lap wasn’t burning a hole in his stomach. He was fine. He was doing okay. He was doing alright. Todoroki brought Midoriya’s hand to his own cheek, fingers floating above the flushed skin. He could feel the crooked fingers of his partner starting to tremble. ‘You shouldn’t be nervous, I’m not scared.’ Todoroki thought about how many times they’ve been in this exact situation. He could hold his hand, he could bring it up to his face. Sometimes he could even let him trace his skin of his cheek. Touching more than just his cheek seemed impossible then. The last thing he could imagine was letting go of Midoriya’s hand. He was too afraid it would wander somewhere unexpected, places where he experienced pain and places that only remind him of times of suffering. He would squeeze so hard, trying to lead Midoriya’s fingers to below his jawline. But he couldn’t. His body immediatelhy wanted to defend the touch. Making his heart rate speed up, making sure it told him that something wasn’t right. He tried to ignore the signals his body we’re giving him. But the damage had been done a long time ago, since the age of five. Todoroki still felt bad for pushing Midoriya away when they first kissed and his hand went to the back of his neck. Midoriya felt bad for making sudden movements and now they’re both stuck in this viscious cycle of apologies and taking the blame. ‘I don’t want to upset you, I don’t want to do anything to make you feel upset.’ Midoriya adjusted the blanket that covered both of them whole. Todoroki looked down at the fingers still floating inches above his cheek. Midoriya started to carefully pull his hand back and put it back on his lap. ‘You need to stop forcing yourself to do things you’re not ready for.’ he said stern. ‘Your reaction isn’t strange. It’s a normal reaction to an abnormal situation.’ Todoroki knew that. Your father beating the living hell out of you is not exactly a normal situation. Sometimes he still felt his rough fingers squeeze the back of his neck or his nails digging into the thin layer of skin on his throat or even the horrible feeling in his gut after being kicked in it. Sometimes he felt it at random. But most of the time it was triggered by a touch of another person. Todoroki felt those painful sensations coming back to him and closed his eyes. Hoping that it would make the feelings seep out of his body and into the matress they were sitting on. ‘You’re so lovely.’ He simply said after taking his time. He felt like the darkness wasn’t doing enough. ‘You’re absolutely stunning and I adore everything about you.’ He opened his eyes and looked at a taken aback Midoriya. ‘Looking at you, thinking of you even makes me numb. In a pleasant way. It helps me forget to feel unpleasant things. Thank you for that.’ In a matter of seconds Midoriya started sobbing. He raised fists to his face and cried into them. Todoroki tried to shift closer, adjusting the blanket above them. At times like this he was glad that he was afraid of being touched but not of touching. Todoroki gently uncurcled Midoriya’s crooked fingers, held his hands and kissed the back of his wet hands. Midoriya’s eyes were closed, shut tightly. ‘L-look at me. H-ho-how can I be the wrong crying when y-you just told me how you depended on me. I’m…’ Todoroki took his sleeve and whiped the tears of Midoriya’s face. He never minded Midoriya’s emotional character. It’s actually something someone like him, someone that didn’t learn how to deal with emotions properly, needed. ‘Just because you cry all the time doesn’t mean I can’t depend on you.’ Todoroki chuckled. It made Midoriya smile through his tears and he started chuckling as well. ‘I like it more when you laugh though. Sounds a lot better.’ ‘Are you saying I’m an uglier crier Todoroki?’ Midoriya joked. Todoroki cupped his face with his hands. ‘Yes.’ ‘So honest!’. They both laughed. At that point Todoroki wouldn’t have minded just cuddling up against each other again and continue reading the All Might comic they have abonded some time ago. But he was really itching for a just a tiny bit of progess. A fingertip on the jawline maybe, he would be satisfied with that. But Midoriya was smiling and laughing again, was seeing the happiness fade away out of the boy really worth it? Maybe this was good. This was alright, just enough. ‘I am going to kiss you.’ Midoriya said. Since that one situation he started announcing almost every kiss. Sure, it sounded quite strange, but it was thoughtful. Todoroki simply nodded and closed his eyes. He heard and felt Midoriya adjust his position. He felt the warmth of his face and his lips brush against his. Their kisses were filled with innocence, with reserved movement of lips and tongue. Lazy and slow. This might’ve been one of the best ones they ever had. On his bed, under his blanket, connecting like this. It was their Eden. And there that itch was again. Todoroki did want to try again. “I’m not scared.” he tried to calm himself down. He tried to search for his boyfriend’s hand. He pulled away when not being able to find it. Dazed from the affection they hazily looked into eachothers eyes with dialated pupils. Both of them were out of breathe and didn’t say a word. Todoroki was the first one to look away. ‘I want to try again. I want you to try to touch me.’ He whispered. He could still feel Midoriya still staring at him. He didn’t answer him, he just swallowed. Todoroki looked into his eyes again, demanding some kind of answer. ‘Todoroki…’ ‘Please.’ Todoroki didn’t mean to make it sound like he was begging but that’s what it ended up sounding like. ‘Todoroki, really I-‘. Todoroki felt himself choking up. ‘Izuku, please.’ He took his hand and gripped it tight. He tried so hard not to fall apart. He believed he could do through with it. He just needed consent. Midoriya’s eyes were widened with shock. With visably doubt on his mind he gave in. ‘I’m stopping this if I think you’re overdoing it okay?’ That was reasonable. Todoroki started at the same place they left off, above the cheek. He tried to take a deep breath to calm him down but the air they’ve been recycling under the blanket didn’t make him feel any better. He started shaking. He could’t stop and because of it a single finger tip touched his cheek. It made him flinch. He felt Midoriya getting ready to pull away. Quickly he forced the other fingertips on his cheek. It felt weird but not bad. He had dealt with this before on good days, very very good days. He closed his eyes when he carefully dragged the fingertips to his jawline. Panic started to fill his body. It’s already make the alarm bells ringing. He jerked Midoriya’s fingers to under is jawline down to his neck. He gritted his teeth. He wanted to scream, scratch away the touch, defend himself entirely, but it’s what he wanted deep down. He wanted to get familiar with the touch and for once actually not be so damn scared. Desperately pushing down memories he tried tot hink of how tender it felt in reality. How, even though it were merely fingertips brushing against him, filled with love the touch was. Todoroki held his breath when guiding the fingertips tot he back of his neck. That awakened a burning sensation. No matter how much he tried to focus on the kind touch in there here and now he felt sick, he felt so so sick. He felt his face getting wet. ‘Just let go of his hand. Just let go. Please.’ He pleaded to himself but Midoriya already put an end to it before Todoroki could push himself any further. Todoroki couldn’t help but break down. Soaking the matress and avoiding any eye contact with a heartbroken guy sitting infront of him. Midoriya let him cry, seeing as he didn’t do it often. The wailing filled the silent room and it felt it was too loud to Todooroki. He wanted to stop with all his might but again, his body was winning against his mind. ‘This is the farthest you ever came. I’m proud of you.’ Midoriya eventually told him. ‘We’ll try again next time.’ He leaned forward to Todoroki who was starting to quiet down. His soft cries were completely subdued when Midoriya planted another kiss on his lips.

Eden.

He managed to take him so deep into a place where it was only them that he didn’t even feel the hand on his cheek.

#JJ writes #JJs SIP #song inspiration project #tododeku #tododeku fic #todoroki #todoroki shouto #midoriya #midorya izuku #deku #bnha #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

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theusualspotcafe-blog · 7 years

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Anxious Chocobo

Game: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto Argentum and Ignis Scientia

Pairing: Promnis

Rating: General

Author: The Usual Spot Cafe

Word Count: 1582

Notes: I based this on some anxiety attacks that I have had and the things that sometimes helps me through them.

Ignis paused his snack making when he heard a small pained whimper come from the dining table. He listened for a moment to see if it was repeated, when it wasn’t he set back to work. Prompto and him had set up a random study date inside of their apartment this time, instead of the café. Lately Prompto’s anxiety was getting the worst of him so Ignis figured a space that was familiar with less people around should do the trick to help him relax. As he poured their popcorn into a bowl he heard it again making him sigh sadly. He would recognize that noise anywhere. Ignis poked his head into the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes falling on his blonde boyfriend. The normally happy sunshine child was bouncing his leg up and down nervously and had his head propped up on the table by his hands. His fingers were woven into his hair, gripping it tightly and he was muttering to himself.

“Prompto?”

The blonde didn’t look up, he continued staring at the essay in front of him. Ignis frowned but pressed on, setting the bowl down on the table before placing his hand on his trembling boyfriend.

“Prompto darling? What’s the matter?”

Prompto sucked in a large breath of air before looking up at Ignis, tears in his eyes. “Gee Iggy I don’t know? How about the fact that I’m so stupid I can’t even write an essay? Or the fact that if I hadn’t told you guys the story of Terra in the Chocobo suit I probably wouldn’t be here?”

“That’s not true don’t say that.”

“Why do I even bother Ignis? I’m so stupid I can’t do anything!” Prompto’s shoulders shook as a sob wracked his body. “I’m just a normal person… you and the others are so special and I’m just nothing!”

Ignis furrowed his brow, kneeling down beside Prompto. “That’s not true and you know that Prompto! You are far from normal! No one loves chocobos as much as you do, you’re not stupid and in fact you are definitely one of the smartest people I have ever met, not to mention the fact that if you weren’t here who would pet Umbra behind his ears like he likes so much?”

Prompto scoffed, whiping snot from his nose. “Noctis would.”

“But without you I would be alone and no one would be able to tease your cousins like you can! And we’re not friends with you because of what happened with Terra and the chocobo suit, though that is a bonus,” Prompto laughed thickly at that as Ignis paused to allow him time. “We’re here because we genuinely want to be, me most of all.”

“I just… I’m so scared I’m going to wake up one day and you all are gonna hate me or worse just disappear like the others…”

“I would never do that to you.”

Prompto nodded and accepted the box of tissues from Ignis. Ignis bit his lip and scanned the papers in front of Prompto, hoping he would see something that would help him understand why he was acting like this. He found it almost instantly, the red pen stark against the white like blood in snow.

‘Perhaps next time take some pointers from Noctis because this just isn’t that good. Redo. -Izunia’

“That rat bastard.” Ignis picked up the essay and threw it towards his pile of homework. He stood up and grabbed Prompto’s hands. “Come on get up.”

Prompto groaned and hung his head limply. “Igs I really don’t want to go anywhere I just want to curl up and die.”

“None do that now. And we’re not going anywhere.”

Prompto sighed but complied anyways, standing to about half of his height due to the fact that he was bowing his body in half to appear smaller. Ignis frowned but didn’t say anything. Instead Ignis grabbed Prompto’s arms and crossed them over his chest. Once they were in position he wrapped his arms around the smaller man and hugged him, first at a gentle squeeze before getting harder. He heard Prompto breathe out a sigh of relief and bury his head in Iggy’s shoulder. After a few minutes Ignis pulled away and lifted Prompto’s face so he could see it, running his hand over his cheek.

“Better?”

Prompto nodded, but didn’t say anything which prompted Ignis to know that, no it was not better. This was a bad one. Time for drastic measures, Ignis sighed and got out his phone, putting on a music app and playing a playlist he created just for these moments. Immediately an upbeat song began filling the space, talking about eating cake or something, Ignis didn’t really know what. He smiled and grabbed both of Promptos hands again.

“Darling come on… I know you can’t resist dancing!” He began twisting left and right on the balls of his feet slowly, moving Prompto’s body with him. Prompto gave a tiny smile when he felt his shoulders being pulled. Looking up to the smiling green eyes of his lover. Ignis continued to pull on Prompto, leading them into the awkward one sided dance.

“I know you want to dance…”

Prompto’s smile grew the tiniest amount making Ignis practically cheer for victory. He was getting through to him. Ignis pulled Prompto forward by his hands and began moving their arms up and down in a wave fashion making Prompto giggle slightly. As the song changed Ignis began to add in wiggling his hips a little and actually start dancing. If he didn’t start soon, Prompto would never start either which means this all would go to waste.

Ignis smiled at the blonde who had finally begun moving to the best of his own free will. “Thirty second dance party?”

Prompto gave a weak smile and nodded, “thirty second dance party.”

This time Ignis actually did cheer for joy and turned up his phone, belting out the lyrics in a way that he knew Prompto would join in and laugh. After a few seconds of Ignis belting, Prompto joined in quietly as they danced around the room. As the time went on Prompto got happier and happier until he was also screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs, very off-key just like Ignis mind you. Ignis watched him out of the corner of his eye, laughing as Prompto jumped and flailed all over the place. After about six songs Prompto stopped and held onto his chest, gasping for air. He may be fit, but dancing and anxiety attacks take a lot out of you. He smiled and looked up at Ignis who had a knowing smile on his lips.

“Thanks Ignis. You always know just what to do…”

Ignis smiled and reached out to his sweaty boyfriend, interlocking his fingers with Promptos. “This is what I’m here for love. Now how about we slow things down?”

Prompto raised his brow in question before hearing the new song that was playing on Iggy’s phone. He gave a nostalgic face for the times when they first started dating and annoyed Noctis and Gladiolus with this song. Yes, while it may be a Disney song, they still slow dance to it and love it. Ignis pulled Prompto to him and spun his slowly, Prompto falling into the familiar routine with ease as the lilting piano from ‘I See the Light began playing’. All in all it was a perfect song for them, with it being the couple realizing they fell in love on the journey. That’s basically what happened to them. Ignis wrapped his hand around Prompto’s hip and pulled him close o that they were flush with each other. Prompto put his arm around Iggy’s neck and rested his head against his shoulder, singing along softly. Ignis led them into a slow rotation around the room, humming along to the music. Prompto smiled softly and squeezed Ignis’s hand, His hand was met with a squeeze of Iggy’s own. They spun around for the remainder of the song, pulling away only when the song ended. Ignis reached up and cupped Prompto’s cheek, running his thumb along his lower lip.

“Never forget that I am always here because I choose to be. You are better and stronger than any of could ever hope to be. I love you Prompto Argentum.”

Prompto looked at him with tears in his eyes before nodding, tears escaping as he pressed his face into Iggy’s shoulder again. “Yeah… I love you too Ignis Scientia.”

Ignis smiled and pulled away from Prompto slightly, tilting his chin back up to face him when he could. Prompto gave him a puzzled look before gasping as Ignis leaned in, pressing his lips against Promptos own slightly chapped ones. It was a simple chaste kiss but still left Prompto weak at the knees.

“How about we go watch some Gordon Ramsay shows and complain about the people and décor he chooses?”

Prompto nodded before stopping mid nod. “What about our homework?”

Ignis waved a hand at if, “bah what homework? You’re more important.”

Prompto smiled, “you’re the best Iggy.”

Ignis smiled and shook his head, pulling Prompto in for another tight hug. “No I can assure I’m not. If you want the best look in the mirror.”

“That’s cheesy.”

“But the truth unfortunately.” Ignis and Prompto both laughed before setting up the couch to turn this study night into a date night, which is just what Prompto needed.

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Chapter 14 - Remember me - Kryber

Title: Remember me

Pairing: Kryber [Amber Liu x Krystal Jung] Fandom: f(x) Genre: Drama, romance

Summary: The bad ass androgynous girl Amber Josephine Liu with a sex, drugs and rock-‘n-roll attitude whom everybody seemed to fear and admire at the same time, with the flash of a smug smile on her handsome face, and a sigaret or lolly pop in her mouth, depending on her mood. A leather jacket always hugging her shoulders, ripped jeans and a loose tank top that displayed just a tiny bit of her sports bra when she lifted her tattoo-filled arms. Everyone was weak for Amber Liu. Krystal simply didn’t see it. Until that one night she accidentally met her, and met a whole other person than the stories she had been made to believe. Word count: 4800 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes. This is my first time writing a multi chaptered fic. Hope y'all enjoy the progress!

Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics

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Krystal walked for a couple of blocks first before she called Jessica. She didn't want to wait for her sister right outside of Amber's apartment complex — because that'd be simply unbearable — and she needed some time to calm down and wash her face. Perhaps, if she fixed herself up, her sister wouldn't ask anything... She stepped into a random restaurant, asking shamelessly if she could use the bathroom. With her ruffled hair, run out make-up and her weird appearance, the young girl immediately directed her to the common bathroom. Luckily no one was there when she entered, so she could fix herself up. She washed all the make-up off her face, so she looked a little presentable again. Her eyes were still red and puffy and filled with the leftovers of her tears because of the crying earlier, but there was simply no way to fix that. Hopefully her eyes had grown back normal when Jessica arrived. She changed in one of the stalls out of her dress and back into jeans and a simple tee. With diffeculty she got the dress back in and she wondered how Amber had zipped her bag so quickly. The thought of Amber made her heart ache, and it was almost enough to make her start crying all over again. With diffeculty she blinked her tears away, but she had to calm down for five minutes after that. Finally, she was done, and got out of the restrooms. It had taken her at least a quarter, and when she came back into the café, she decided to buy a cup of coffee as a thank you while she waited for Jessica. She paid and took the damping carton cup in her right hand while she dialed her sister's number with her left. It only took only a few seconds before she heard her sister pick up the phone. "Can you pick me up?" Krystal asked, a bit ashamed. She gave the adress. Jessica only hummed before she hung up again. Krystal decided to get out of the little café, since more and more people seemed to stare at her. Or maybe it just felt like that because she felt incredibly empty right now. Now that her tears were dried, the feeling suddenly hit her how alone she was. Only this afternoon she had been worrying about losing her parents, but at least she still would have the two people who loved her unconditionally: Jessica and Amber. Now she lost Amber but kept her parents. Krystal wished it was the other way around. With the cup in her hand she walked out, taking big sips of her drink so she burned her tongue. The pain spread through her mouth like something sweet to ban the numbness from her body. It only took ten minutes before Jessica stopped in front of the café. Because it was dark, as well outside as inside the car, Krystal couldn't see her face well. She just hoped Jessica wouldn't see notice anything different about her. Krystal opened the door and sat down on the passengers seat. She noticed from the corner of her eye that her sister turned her head towards her, letting her eyes slide over her face to examine every inch. Krystal coughed softly and looked out of the window. Jessica didn't say anything and just started the engine again. She turned up the radio as well before driving away. Quickly Krystal shot a look at the song that was about to play, and she softly cursed herself. It had been in vain to think Jessica wouldn't notice anything about her. The song was Christina Aguilera's Hurt, the song her sister knew would make Krystal so emotional that she'd spill out everything. Only when nothing was wrong, she'd be able to listen with it and sing along to the regretful words with full confidence. But right after the break up, only the first sentence was able to make her eyes watery again. Oh, how much she hated Jess.

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face You told me how proud you were, but I walked away If only I knew what I know today

Krystal took a deep and shaky breath, trying to compose herself, but the first tears already started to leak out of her eyes. Jessica drove away from the café and turned onto the highway. Krystal let her head rest against the window, mouthing the lyrics to the song, trying so hard to keep herself from sobbing. I would hold you in my arms I would take the pain away Thank you for all you've done Forgive all your mistakes There's nothing I wouldn't do To hear your voice again Sometimes I wanna call you But I know you won't be there Oh I'm sorry for blaming you For everything I just couldn't do And I've hurt myself by hurting you

It took every muscle in her body to keep her shoulders from shaking and a sob to emerge from the back of her throat. She clenched her teeth so hard that it felt like they would break and her nails digged deeply into her skin. To prevent Jessica from seeing her crying, she turned her back towards her as much as she could and looked out of the window whilst they raced past the other cars. It had started to rain, and the window was covered in little drops. Some days I feel broken inside but I won't admit Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss And it's so hard to say goodbye When it comes to these rules Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help understand? Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am? There's nothing I wouldn't do To have just one more chance To look into your eyes And see you looking back ... If I had just on emore day I would tell you how much that I've missed you Since you've been away Ooh it's dangerous It's so out of line To try and turn back time

It took a few more seconds before the song ended, and when it did, Krystal was holding in her breath to stop herself from sobbing, but the tears flowed freely over her cheeks, down from her chin and onto her clean blouse. Jessica turned off the radio. "Nice song, isn't it?" she asked. "O-oh, fu-fu-fuck you," Krystal spat to her. She turned around to shoot her sister a foul look, but she reckoned it would have little effect because she was still crying. Krystal sniffed. Jessica kept looking at the road. "What's wrong, Krystal?" Jessica asked. Her voice had grown more tender. Krystal looked up and whiped the tears off her face, but more kept falling and falling. She kept sniffling. When she tried to speak, all that came out was a little whine. So hard she tried to control herself again, but it took her at least ten minutes to recover from the song before she was able to answer Jessica. By then, her sister had already figured out. "Amber and I-" "You broke up," Jessica answered for her. "Did she broke up with you?" For a moment, Krystal wished Jessica was right. It would've been easier to deal with that Amber didn't like her anymore, or cheated or just simply had grown bored of her. That way she could recover quickly and stronger than before, knowing that Amber didn't deserve her love and that she needed to find someone better. But it wasn't like that. She had broken up with Amber because of the fear that Amber had betrayed her. And perhaps she had told her father that she loved her or perhaps she hadn't, there simply was no way of knowing. Krystal wasn't the kind of woman who gambled, especially when it was about her own heart. She had spent years protecting it and she wouldn't let someone break it so easily. Krystal shook her head. Jessica frowned. "Mom and dad aren't worth breaking up for," her sister replied. Krystal shook her head again. "I-it's not because of mom and dad... well, not about mom anyway," she muttered. The older sister lifted one of her eyebrows and frowned afterwards. "Then why did you break up with her?" she asked. Krystal took another breath and ran with her hand through her hair. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let her head rest against the car window again. Once she had them closed, she felt how tired she actually was. She had no energy left to explain it all to her sister. "Don't bring me home, Jess..." she muttered against the glass. Jessica remained silent as they drove on. The radio stayed off. The only sound that accompanied them was the purring of the engine, the honks of the other cars and the rain drippin on the roof. Krystal kept her eyes shut, in fear that she would start crying again. The drive to Jessica's appartment seemed endless. Neither of them had said anything since the ending of their converstaion. It was well past midnight when they finally stepped into the small apartment. The familiar smell of her sister's parfume mixed with her latest cooking creations entered her nose. Krystal straight went to the bedroom, already undressing herself in the hallway because she wanted to step immediately into her sister's large bed. Jessica's room was messy, which was a surprise because her sister usually was very clean. She heard her call for her from the living room but Krystal didn't reply. Instead she stepped out of her jeans and pulled the covers from the freshly made bed. The sheets still smelled like soap, she noticed. Her sister came after her but Krystal had already turned onto her side, with the covers pulled up to her chin when she entered the bedroom. She heard Jessica sigh and walk off again. A quarter later her sister joined her in the bed, carefully lifting the sheets and getting in. Krystal was far from falling asleep, but when Jessica told her good night, she didn't react. She just squeezed her eyes shut and hoped she would not dream of Amber that night. And indeed, she didn't dream of Amber. Krystal had slept so deeply that she felt even emptier when she woke up, as if the night had drained her from her energy even more. The curtains had already been opened by her sister, causing the too bright morning sun to shine into the bedroom, irritating her already after a few moments of waking up. Krystal growned and covered her face with the sheets. The sunrays were so strong that they even shone through the white covers, causing Krystal to eventually throw them off of her and get out. She sighed and stretched before walking over to her sister's closet. Since they had roughly the same size, Krystal just took one of Jessica's sweaters. She was lucky her sister had even some ready, because Jessica wasn't exactly the kind of person who wore over-sized sweaters, not even to bed. Unlike her younger sister, Jessica was always fashionable, whilst Krystal often liked to just spend days in a row in just her pyjama's if she could. The sweater just covered her bottom, which made her sigh in annoyance again. Jessica was smaller than she was, causing her clothes to be tinier too. Unlike her own sweaters, who reached well past half of her upper legs, her sister's stopped at the beginning of her legs. She felt bare, almost naked which obviously contributed to her shitty feeling. Krystal had never experienced a broken heart before. Yes, she had dated before but it had always been her who had broken up with them without a hint of mercy in her eyes. Boys had been something to pass the time with; to practase her kissing skills; to prepare for the first person who really made her feel like she was flying. That's why she wasn't prepared for the painful aching in her chest. She had always thought that a broken heart was just mental pain, but it felt physical too, as if her heart had trouble pumping the blood through her veins now that Amber was gone. Her limbs felt heavy and walking was diffecult, despite having slept for ten hours at least. Her mind was cloudy and her body felt empty, like she was just some air trapped by skin. A walking balloon. She was not hungry, as balloons could not be hungry. Neither thirsty, or feeling the need to even live today. Krystal realized she had been staring outside when Jessica called her over from the kitchen. "Krystal, I know you're awake, come here to get breakfast!" She snapped out of her trance and cleared her throat, before walking off. Perhaps she should get something to eat. It'd make her feel alive again. Jessica was stirring in a pan when Krystal entered, looking up with a tender smile. Krystal forced herself to smile back, but she felt how the muscles tugged at the corners of her mouth, almost pulling them down instantly again. The fact that she couldn't even fake a smile anymore felt like a slap in the face. Never had she know that one person could affect her so much, let alone someone like Amber. Even when the worst things had been happening to her in the past, she had always been able to lie and smile. Now even that had been taken away from her. Krystal sat down at the kitchen island. Jessica immediately put a plate with fresh toast and scrambled eggs in front of her. With some diffeculty she took her fork and knife and started. The food tasted like wet paperboard, and that wasn't Jessica's fault for a change. "Are you still going to tell me what happened?" "There isn't much to tell," Krystal answered. "We broke up." Jessica snorted. "No, you broke up with the person who might as well be the one. I saw you looked at her during the dinner, like nothing and no one could match Amber's beauty. You love her and you broke up with her. I know you, Krystal, you do not break up with someone you love. Even when we fight you only stay mad for a day at most and then you return to me with your tail between your legs to apologize. Amber means more to you than I do. So I can't possibly imagine what must've happened between you in that short life span that would make you break up with her." Krystal had stopped eating and was now staring at her sister. Had she mentioned yet that she hated her sister? More precisely, her sister's intelligence. "She betrayed me. With dad. They complotted against me," she said coldly. Quickly she gave her sister a summary of what she had heard last evening, the conversation with her father and Amber. She also told her that she had confronted Amber, and that Amber had lied again. She didn't tell her that there might be an equal chance that Amber had spoken the truth, but that she was too much of a coward to risk anything. Jessica stayed silent during the story, frowning a little bit and her hand in front of her mouth. Only when Krystal was done and put another bite into her mouth - the food still tasted like paperboard - she took her hand away from her face and sighed. "You're stupid, do you know that?" she muttered. "You could've asked dad the truth, you would've known if she was lying or not." Krystal snorted. "As if I didn't think of that. Do you believe father would ever tell me the truth? If he would, he'd also admit plotting against me, to set me up with someone he ha approved of, of controlling my life. Perhaps that was acceptable twenty years ago but we live in 2017 now, Jess. He can't do that and otherwise I even have the authority to turn him in if I want to. And daddy would like his perfect image to be smudged now, would he?" she mocked bitterly. "He'll never tell the truth. So there's no way of knowing if Amber told the truth or not." Jessica huffed, rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're still stupid," he hissed. "So what dad won't tell you the truth? There's a 50/50-percent chance that she did tell the truth. Any smart person would choose the 50 percent that'd make them happy, which in your case would be staying with her. And yes, perhaps she had lied to, there is a chance she did, but you can just believe not to. She isn't going to tell you if she did, so you can choose to believe the lie she told you, if it's a lie at all. Only a stupid person would choose for something that'd make them unhappy." "Thanks for pointing out I'm stupid so much," Krystal grumbled. Jessica chuckled. "Well, you are." "Fine. But what if I make myself unhappy? It has never been about me being happy. It's about honour. And no, I won't go back to Amber just because there's a chance that she isn't lying. The chance that she is lying is too big and if she really is lying, I'm twice as stupid. So no thank you," she replied. Her sister rolled her eyes. "You know, Krystal. I'm your sister and I care for you and I'd love to take you in for a couple of weeks, but you're being childish right now. I do not support you in this decision. You're unnecessary causing harm to yourself and that poor girl. I believe I know the reason why they call us our father's Ice Princesses now." Jessica flashed her a small smile, before turning around to walk off towards the bathroom, leaving Krystal with an empty, regretful feeling in her stomach. Was her sister right? EIGHT YEARS LATER ____________________________________________________________ Krystal's inauguration, that's what they called it. She had succesfully graduated from the university, obtaining her degree in economics. For four more years she worked at Jung Internationals, to build experience. Starting off as a simply intern, then slowly moving over to jobs which required more skill and more leadership. Of course, she didn't earn them the way the other employees did, but her father did want her to go through almost every single job in the company to know what his — and soon her — employees were up to and how diffecult their jobs were, so that she could be the kind of CEO later that listens to the plights of her people. Krystal started off as the coffee lady that fixed her father and her father's clients their drinks during a meeting, and she wasn't at all bothered by that. Finally the four years had passed and it was time for her to shine as her father's vice president, his right hand, his second, the one who takes over when something happens. And even though she hadn't been bothered by making copies for everyone, faxing the details or getting someone coffee, she preferred to be the one who gave the instructions instead of realizing it. Her father was a man who was rather generous with his money, especially when his children were involved. Nothing stopped him from throwing her some sort of welcome-party in the enormous hall of the Jung Internationals head quarter when he had finally announced to the media that his daughter would follow him up. He already was a man well in his fifties and he said it wouldn't take long before he'd retire. A few more years to let his daughter get used to her position, then he'll leave the company in her hands, content that he had brought up his daughter so well. Her father wasn't only a generous man, but also very cocky. He liked to show off with everything he has got. The latest sport's car, buying another extra house, getting his friends and family the latest gadgets... But his favourite thing to brag with was his daughter. From the moment she was born he loved to show his daughter to the world, almost like they did with the birth of the little lion cub Simba in the Lion King. Whenever she made a nice drawing as a child, he praised her. When she got another A in class, he bought her a present. Her father kept her grades framed in his office to whenever one of his clients noticed the small list of A's, he'd ask him about his daughter, giving Mr. Jung another chance to brag with his child. Krystal hadn't noticed that until she was a year of fifteen, when it started to become very obvious that a lot of father's clients knew about her prestations at school. They congratulated her on her excellent list when she hadn't even showed it to them. She didn't like it at first, that people whom she didn't know knew about her grades, but her father promised her that he only showed her grades to other people to brag because he was so proud of her. The older she became, the less interested she became in what people thought of her. Amber Liu had learned her that, mostly. With her bold attitude and often an expression on her face that she wouldn't even give a damn even if the world would be desroyed in a few minutes. You shouldn't be afraid of anyone when it comes to showing who you really are, even if that meant breaking old relationships and forming new ones to become happy again. Krystal had hid her sexuality, but was nowadays open about that sensitive part of herself. The United States was quite open when it came to sexuality, especially when she was "only" bisexual, meaning that she was still able to date men and fit in the heteronormative society. It had bothered her a couple of times that people thought that way, because she had always been the kind of woman who preferred the same gender more than the opposite gender, but knowing that she would not be accepted in the higher classes, she had never called anyone out upon it. Because claiming "Hey, I like the same gender actually more han the opposite gender" was almost equivalent to being a lesbian, and she neither was that. Even though she had worked upon becoming the person she really wanted to be, and had completed that, she still was hiding a part of her sexuality. Especially when Kai was with her. Kai: her boyfriend; her fiancé; the son of one of her father's clients; handsome as hell in a suit; an intelligent and deep mind; has a generous, free, funny personality; her ideal match. At least, that's what many believed. Her father had given him his blessing the moment Krystal introduced him as her boyfriend. Obviously he did, because he had been the one who had introduced him to her. At the moment she first met him, she had promised to herself to not let her father win and date this man. Lateron, she had accidentally broken that promise by sleeping with him on a drunken evening. After that, he was just too sweet to turn down. With guilt in her lower belly, Krystal had started a relationship with him and had not ended it ever since then. Four years she had dated him until he finally asked her hand in marriage. Krystal had said yes. But she didn't love Kai. At least, she didn't love Kai the way she had loved Amber. That name still caused her heart to twist painfully in her chest and a frown to appear on her face. But she tried not to think of her at all, that made it easier. She knew she was pathetic to hang onto someone so long, but since their break up no one had been able to stir her as much as Amber had. It was hard to fall in love again when no one made her belly twist and her heart jump up in delight like Amber. Kai was a sweetheart. He was a true gentleman. Making her breakfast in the morning, doing his chores in the house perfectly, bringing her flowers, occasionally buying her beautiful jewelry for no special reason, holding the door for her, going out with her at least once a week, treating her like a true princess. It was sweet, but she didn't need someone who was like that. She needed someone who would fight back and accidentally hurt her but would always apologize after. She needed someone who made her desire stir up and make her fantasize about sex in places other than the bed. She needed someone who wasn't like her or brought up like her but could show her another side of the world than just the upper class. He was too innocent. The world had been delivered to him on a silver platter. Krystal needed someone different than Kai. But the wedding was in a few weeks. She had already shopped for a dress and all the arrangements were made. Her father had promised that as soon as she got married, she would be perfect. To him, his daughter would only be complete with a man at her side. Jessica waved her hand in front of her face to make her snap back into reality. Krystal blinked a few times and looked up at her sister. She hung on the arm of her handsome boyfriend, that she — contradictory to her — did love truly. She knew how happy her sister was and this was the first time she had brought him to a formal party. He looked handsome in his suit. "Earth to Krystal!" chuckled her sister. "Your husband is looking for you." "He's not my husband," she replied coldly. Jess knew she hated it when she called Kai that way. It made it even scarier to marry him. Nevertheless, her sister shrugged. "He's at the bar," said Jessica. Krystal gave her a small smile and nodded, getting up from her chair to walk over to the bar. The speeches had already been made and everyone had been served food. By now, only the people who really mattered stayed to have a drink with each other. It seemed more like an ordinary party now than it had a couple of hours ago. But Krystal was glad Kai was at the bar, because she really needed a drink too to ban out her melancholic feelings. While she walked towards the bar, she looked down at the ground, not really paying attention. She could've known she'd bump into someone, but she still looked up angry when her shoulder hit someone else's hard. With a look of deep annoyance on her face she looked up, at first noticing the fancy black shoes and tight black pants around well-formed, muscly legs. Expecting to see some son of one of the CEO's of the bigger companies, alongside Jung Internationals, she had already opened her mouth to hiss that he should look out where he was going. Only, she realized, it wasn't a male. But she was a daughter of one of the CEO's.

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