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capricornwriter5 · 2 years ago

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You are the one - Chapter 25

Pairing: Bang Chan x female OC; Lee Know x female OC

Genre: au (high shool, college), love triangle, fluff, angst, smut, from friends to lovers. ⚠️Warning: soft drugs

Words: 5k

Summary: Bang Chan and Jasmine have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With little time to finish high school, they both begin to develop romantic feelings. However, family situations and communication issues force them to move away. Once in college, they decide to try to regain the friendship they had. As Bang Chan sees the opportunity to finally be with the girl he has always loved, his friend Lee Know, who had been studying in England, returns home and the connection he develops with Jasmine is undeniable. Can the chemistry and attraction with Lee Know outweigh a tender first love and memories of years of friendship between Bang Chan and Jasmine?

Disclaimer: I named the character Jasmine (Minnie for Chan 🥰) because I love that name. Besides, it’s easier if we want to see Chan saying cute names (it’s better than just Y/N, I think) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea.

Chapter 25 - No more regrets

The silhouette of a man sitting on the edge of a bridge was the first thing Jaz managed to see after getting out of the car and running as fast as she could. The girl didn't feel tired, nor did she feel cold, the only thought on her mind was to get to that bridge, next to that shape.

"Chris!" She exclaimed when she reached his side and literally covered him completely with her arms. Jaz had never held him in such a way, but seeing him safe and feeling him close to her led her to surround him with the warmest hug Chan had ever felt in her life. "Don't you ever do something like this again!" She whispered in his ear without moving away. "You almost killed me out of fear. Why did you disappear? Chris?" She asked noticing that he hadn't hugged her back. "What happened?! Who did that to you?" She exclaimed in horror when she saw that his face was beaten, despite the darkness, Jaz even caught a glimpse of a few bloodstains on his shirt. "Chris, tell me something!" She asked him taking his face, but he immediately moved it, the blow hurt him a lot. "My God, you're frozen."

Jazz took off her coat, and despite it didn't fit Chan, she draped it over his shoulders. Still, he didn't say a word, in fact, the only thing he did was try to take the practically empty bottle next to him. Noticing the bottle, and sure that this had been one of the many he'd had that night, Jaz gently took it from him.

"Chris, let's go to the car." She asked trying to stay calm, but all she wanted to do was burst into tears seeing him like that.

She guessed something was up, she'd been afraid of it for a long time, ever since Chan smiled at her when they met Lee Know in the cafeteria. Ever since he showed his mask of perfection, she could see the cracks and didn't want to accept it. The mask cracked even more at Christmas dinner when she saw him sigh, Jaz knew how to interpret well the darkness in his best friend's eyes, Chan was not well. The girl also knew it that night in the car. But not even in her worst nightmare did Jasmine expect to see him like this.

"Chris, please," She asked trying to stand him up, but he didn't move.

"I don't want." He responded by taking Jaz's hands off of him.

As Chan avoided looking at her, Jaz crouched in front of him and kept asking him to get up, but she didn't know if he wasn't looking at her because he was so drunk, or because he didn't want to.

"It's too cold, you're hurt. When was the last time you eat?"

"How much longer are you going to keep tormenting me, Jasmine? How long are you going to be this time?"

"What? I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

"You always say that, but you leave. Maybe if this time I don't see you or touch you, you'll stay longer. Or maybe you're finally going to disappear forever."

"Chris..."

"Why here? Why did you have to come here this time?"

"I just want to help you, please get up." Jaz tried to ignore what he was saying, she tried to convince herself that he was drunk, and he didn't know what he was saying.

"That promise I made to you was true."

"I know." She said trying to grab his face again so he would look at her. "I know, baby, you still make me smile, you are the only one who makes me smile. But I need you to stand up and..."

"No," he firmly stated. "Why are you still here? Go away, go away, you've done it too many times, do it again."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"You are such a bad liar." Chan laughed, but his laugh was the saddest sound Jaz had ever heard. "I don't believe you anymore. There's nothing here, there's nothing left. Why did you bring me here today? This doesn't make sense, the last time we were here everything was different. We were other people...so much love and so much trust, but there's nothing left of that."

Those words had been devastating enough that at another time the girl would have left, but she made an effort not to pay attention to him, what she needed was to get him to the car quickly, warm him up, treat his wounds and hydrate him. Despite the obvious size difference, Jaz knew how to move her ex-boyfriend's body. She put an arm around her neck and slowly pulled him to his feet. But she didn't count on Chan picking up the bottle again and drinking again.

"Enough, Chris! You're not going to drink anymore, give me that bottle!"

The boy tried to recover it, but his movements were uncoordinated and heavy, so not only did the bottle end up falling and breaking into a thousand pieces, but the couple also fell. Jaz couldn't hold him and seeing that it was he who would fall straight on the glasses, she used all her strength to push Chan to the other side. However, Jasmine's groan of pain when she fell and a piece of glass pierced her thigh was enough for Chan to react, or at least try because his eyes were too cloudy from how drunk he was.

"Minnie!" He said when he saw her with blood on her pants.

Noticing that he was about to get closer and that the floor was full of glass, Jaz yelled at him not to move, Chan didn't have the slightest ability to balance, if he got closer, he would end up falling again. So, taking advantage of Chan showing a modicum of lucidity, Jaz got up again. With great difficulty, she lifted her ex-boyfriend, yet Bang Chan was not able to comprehend what was happening. For Chan everything was too confusing, he had convinced himself that it was another one of those dreams with Jaz, but at the same time, seeing her pants with that big blood stain while she was driving kept him awake. He also heard her talking to someone on the phone, but the exhaustion, the liquor, and the dehydration had caused him to lose consciousness in the car.

Later that day, and without having the slightest idea of what happened, Chan felt a pain in his arm, though it was not strong enough to wake him up. What did wake him up, a few hours later, was a chill he had never felt on his arm. Opening his eyes, he discovered that he had a line with serum in his arm, that explained the cold he sensed.

"What the hell...?" Chan wondered as he realized he was in a hospital room.

"You woke up!" Said a voice that took him a few seconds to recognize, it was Jaz's father.

"What happened?" He asked too dazed.

"Don't try to get up, you still have the serum."

"What happened to me, sir, how did I get here?" Suddenly, a blurry memory of Jaz in his car made him look for her. The search was further aggravated by remembering that there was blood on the girl's leg.

"No!" Jaz's father stopped him just as Chan was about to get up, but this time he was

determined to do it.

"How's Minnie? She hurt her leg!"

"She's fine, she's with her mom, we called her when we were on our way to the hospital. I haven't called your parents yet because I didn't want to worry them."

Even though his former father-in-law had asked him to stay calm, Chan insisted on getting up and looking for Jaz, there was no way to calm him down. Fortunately, Jasmine came in, and seeing him awake, she felt her soul returning to her body.

"Minnie!" Chan exclaimed when he caught that she was not walking as usual.

Chan couldn't see her face because the girl's hair impeded it, but once Jaz arrived and sat next to him, he glimpsed that she was biting her lip to keep from crying. However, once she spoke, it was inevitable that her voice wouldn't cut off at the same time she hit him in the shoulder.

"Don't ever do something like that again! How dare you disappear and drink like that? It was dangerous, it was VERY dangerous! What would have happened if I didn't find you?"

"Minnie..."

"No, Chris, there are no excuses!" She said furiously with him for the concern she had felt. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?"

"Don't cry, please. I'm sorry." Chan had no idea how to comfort her other than hugging her. Looking up, the boy saw Jaz's father wink at him before going out of the room. "Forgive me," He asked with a very low tone of voice since Jaz was crying on his chest.

"You lied to me again, you told me you were fine, and it's not true, you're not! You haven't been well for a long time and I wasn't with you."

"Minnie, things aren't like that. We made a promise, we were going to give each other space and..."

"Fuck it! I don't care about that, I don't care about any promise that keeps me away from you." The girl looked at him while Chan caressed her face.

"I'm fine, it was a mistake that I won't make again. An imprudence that affected you." Carefully the boy brought his hand to Jaz's leg and stroked it tenderly. "Does it hurt?" Jaz immediately denied it, but Chan knew it wasn't true, his memories could be fuzzy, but unfortunately for him, the images of Jaz falling straight into the glass and driving with blood on her pants had been recorded in his brain. "I didn't want anything to happen to you."

"It's just a scratch." She assured him trying to show him a smile, but Jaz couldn't do it, there was something else she hadn't told him yet and it was what worried her the most.

"When can we get out of here?" Immediately the girl averted his gaze, fixing hers on the sheets; however, Chan asked her again.

"A friend of mom's attended you, I told him that you had nosebleeds and that you didn't sleep well. When he checked on you, he said you came in very weak, not just dehydrated. Chris, you haven't been careful."

"Minnie, what's wrong?"

"We have to wait for several results, they did many tests while you were sleeping, and there are still more to come. You can't go home, not yet. Chris, we must tell your parents. Your mom is going to want to be here with you, and your dad too."

For a moment nothing was heard in the room, they both had a lot to think about, especially Chan. The boy's mind was going at a thousand miles per hour, but always on the same points: the exams, the wound on Jaz's leg, and her worried face. He didn't want to hurt her anymore, that's why he had left town, for he didn't want Jaz to see him. In addition, since the school activity, the desire to get her back had him on edge and he feared that he would not be able to control those feelings anymore.

"Please go home to rest. You haven't slept at all, you broke your leg and exposed yourself to the cold. Go, Minnie, you have already done too much for me."

"What?" Jaz's question showed disbelief and pain at what she had heard, she didn't even bother to hide it. Chan had already struck hard enough at Jaz's heart when she'd found him, but the latter made her shake her head as tears fell uncontrollably. The thought that her friend no longer needed her and wanted her away was more than she could bear. "Don't you want me to be here?"

"It's not that, it's not that at all, precious," He clarified, wiping away her tears. "I can't see that you keep crying because of me."

"Then stop saying things like that to me, it was enough with what you said at the bridge."

"What did I tell you?" He asked having no idea what had happened on that bridge. "Minnie, what did I tell you?"

Their conversation was interrupted when the doctor and Jaz's parents came in to talk to Chan. They already had the first results, and they were not encouraging at all. In short, everything with the boy was wrong, there was a deficiency of many nutrients, extreme tiredness that had triggered endless consequences that had to be treated as soon as possible. That's not even counting the chaos Chan had wrought on his body from drinking non-stop for practically two days. For hours, nothing but alcohol entered his system, and it was not an isolated case. Likewise, his diet was lousy, and his sleep schedule was practically non-existent.

Once the doctor left, Chan sighed, he never imagined that things were so bad, he hadn't felt well, but he didn't imagine it was so serious either.

"You'll have to stay here for a few days." Jaz's mother explained. "There's no way we're going to let you go like this. I'll request a transfer while you recover."

"I'll go to the university, you need to rest, studying is NOT an option. I'll freeze your semester. I know several people from your university, it won't be a problem."

"No, sir!"

"It's not optional." This time Jaz's mother answered. "You need to rest."

"But..."

"Boy, didn't you listen to the doctor? It won't be a quick recovery. You are young, but you are not well, we don't know how long your body will need to heal."

"I'll stay with him," Jaz said immediately, she had even gotten to her feet. "Can you freeze my semester too?"

"Minnie, no, no. Your scholarship."

"Can you do it?" Jaz asked looking at her father and completely ignoring Chan. The man knew he could do it, but Chan was right, Jasmine's scholarship would be in jeopardy. However, the girl was determined and ended up convincing her father. "Wait," she said before he left, and catching up with him at the door, she whispered something in his ear, causing the man to nod.

**********

In a matter of hours, the entire group of friends was in Chan's room. Everyone had spent a dreadful night waiting for Jaz to give them some news. When they finally talked to her and the girl told them that Chan was staying at the hospital, everyone had left as soon as possible.

"Do you see why you had to listen to me? Dammit! I warned you many times." Changbin said so anguished that it didn't look like him, he rarely had such a serious face.

"The important thing is that he'll get all the care he needs." Romy tried to reassure.

"Who the hell did you fight with? Have you seen how they left your face?" Lee Know asked fully willing to go find them and make them pay.

"Can you eat brownies? You need sugar, I'll bake some today." Felix said with the sweatiest expression ever.

"You can't be wearing hospital clothes. It's disgusting, maybe they'll let me get you something, at least some decent sweaters." Hyunjin's comment made everyone laugh despite how seriously he had said it.

"I think we should go, Chan has to rest," Seungmin said when almost an hour had passed since they had arrived.

The boys said goodbye to Chan and Jaz; however, as they were about to leave, Chan saw how Lee Know tapped the girl on the shoulder and motioned for her to follow him. From the bed, Chan could see them through a small window in the door.

"Are you sure you're okay, kitten? Your mom said they had to sew up that wound."

"I'm taking pain medication, don't worry."

"Did you see yourself in a mirror? You look terrible."

"Thanks for that." The girl said laughing at the sincerity of the photographer. "I'm just saying that you shouldn't be walking around, go have some sleep. I mean, how do you intend to take care of him?" He asked nodding his head towards Chan's room. "You should listen to Romy and let her come with you, or listen to me and let me take care of Chan for some days."

Soon, Romy had approached the couple and although Chan couldn't hear a thing, it was clear the look of concern on both Romy and Lee Know's faces. However, Jaz got to convince them to go, she guaranteed them that everything was under control; in addition, Jaz told them that she could not leave because there were still several things about Chan's health that she had to talk

to him about.

**********

Back to the room, and alone again, Chan was about to turn on the TV, but his girl wouldn't let him and instead forced him to talk. "Chris, your parents need to know you're here."

"They're not in Korea, if I call them right now, I'll just stress them."

"And what will you tell them when they come back and find out you spent entire days, possibly weeks, in a hospital? Chris, keeping someone from worrying for a while doesn't make sense. Sooner or later everything comes to light. You told me you have a better relationship with them, don't screw it up." It took a while for Bang Chan to agree to call his parents and tell them what had happened.

Once night fell, Jaz felt the exhaustion of going more than twenty-four hours without sleep and under a level of stress and worry that she had never experienced. Taking advantage of the fact that Chan had fallen asleep a long time ago due to medication, Jaz leaned back in the armchair next to him. For long minutes Jasmine tried to sleep; however, the pain in her leg was increasing. The best thing would be to take the pills that her mother had left earlier. Both her mother and the doctor had warned her that the cut had been deep, in fact, it had compromised a tendon and if it had not ruptured it had been pure luck. She had been saved from entering the operating room, but they had warned her that the pain would not be so easy to handle, and they were right, for when she tried to get up, she could not. Even though the moan barely left Jaz's lips, Chan widened his eyes almost reflexively.

The boy handed her the medication and despite Jasmine insisting many times not to, he laid her down next to him on the bed. "When your mom comes back, we're going to ask her for an extra bed."

"We aren't in a hotel," Jaz said giggling.

"Leave it to me." He said winking at her, but then his face changed to a more serious one. "Minnie, are you sure what you asked your dad? You can lose the scholarship."

"Stop worrying about it, just focus on obeying everything the doctor tells you. Only then can you get out of here quickly, no, sorry, only then can WE get out of here quickly."

Chan smiled slightly at her, but remembering Minho and Jasmine chatting outside and knowing how jealous his friend was, he imagined the worst. "Lee Know will be so pissed off if you stay here."

Jaz sighed, resigned to the fact that her friend was always worried about everyone before him. Also, Chan's dismayed gaze made Jasmine laugh as she smoothed her best friend's hair a bit.

"The kids are right, you're an old man. Try to sleep, tomorrow you have to do several tests."

"The kids? Minnie, if I'm an old man, you're an old woman. Just listen to yourself." He mocked with a smirk. "Stay here in the bed, that cut was not small. You didn't want to tell me and I asked your mom."

"Why do you always do that?" She asked smiling at the memory of a younger Chan asking Jaz's mother what happened when she didn't look well."

"Because you never tell me when something happens."

"You don't either," She answered poking the tip of his nose. "Look how I ended up realizing about this... in the middle of the night on a bridge."

"Can you tell me what I told you on that bridge?"

"Later," The girl whispered, Chan was seconds away from being overcome by the effect of the drugs.

The next morning, Jaz woke up to the feel of her mother's hand on her forehead. "Hi, princess. Are you feeling better? It seems that you slept very well." That last comment came with a mischievous smile; however, Jaz was half asleep and didn't understand until her mother pointed at Chan.

Apparently, tiredness had practically knocked her out, and made her fall asleep next to Chan, actually, she spent all night in Chan's arms, since he had hugged her without Jasmine noticing.

"I was planning to wake up both of you, but something tells me he's gonna be happier if he sees your face and not mine." The woman joked while Jaz touched Chan's shoulder.

Soon, the boy was being taken away for tests. The whole day was about tests and results. Finally, when the afternoon was ending, Jaz showed him some videos on her cell phone while they waited for news.

"Is that the same video we watched at your house when we broke the TV?"

"The same one we watched endlessly after we ate the stuff from dad's party."

Before playing the video, Chan looked at her best friend and was more aware than ever of how fast his heartbeat was when he was around her. Jaz produced so many emotions in him that it couldn't be normal. Chan lowered his gaze and seeing her hands holding the cell phone, the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to hold them and not let go. As well as when they said goodbye after the activity at school. He didn't want to let go of her, he wanted to be by her side and his willpower wasn't enough anymore, he didn't feel capable of fulfilling the promise and staying away from Jaz.

"Minnie" He called taking the cell phone and putting it aside. "I need you to listen to me."

However, the bedroom door opened, interrupting the couple. Instantly, they both knew that things were not right by the look on the face of the doctor and Jaz's mom. After several tests, there was no doubt that Chan had worrying anemia for his age. The results had taken so long to come out because Jaz's parents had asked for everything to be repeated. They didn't want to give him bad news unless they were absolutely sure.

Although Chan's ex-mother-in-law tried to get the doctor to explain everything in a way that didn't sound so worrying, the truth was another. The consequences of anemia like that were serious and they had to do something quickly. They were confident that with proper treatment Chan would be able to recover, but the boy also had to know that there was a possibility that things might not work out.

Although Bang Chan remained calm, accepting everything he was told, he had stopped listening to the medic for a long time and his mind was fixed on one point. There was something that did terrify him and that made him feel such a panic that he took his best friend's hand too hard. He had never clung to Jaz like that night. He didn't meet her eyes, didn't say anything to her either, but from the way his pulse trembled holding her hand, he let Jaz understand how scared and worried he was.

After a period of time that seemed endless, the couple was left alone again. Jaz's mother considered staying, but she had known them since they were children and knew that the couple needed some time alone. Chan had to assimilate what they had told him, so she left them alone.

On her way out, she ran into her ex-husband, who had just brought clothes for Jaz.

"Did you already tell him?" The professor asked.

"Yes, but I should be with him. We hardly said anything encouraging to him."

"Leave him with Jaz, give them time." The man suggested. "There's nothing you and I can say right now that's going to do any good, the only one who can is Jaz."

"Did you talk to his parents?" She asked.

"Yes, they should arrive in a maximum of two hours. It will help him to have them by his side."

**********

Meanwhile, inside the room, Jaz had already sat down next to Chan, who shook his head negatively. "Minnie, nothing can happen to me, I just don't..."

"Chris, listen to me." She requested, getting a little closer and taking his face so that he would pay attention to her. "You'll be fine" She assured him trying to stay calm, which wasn't easy, the slightest thought of her best friend staying in a hospital was the girl's worst nightmare.

"There are still many things I want to do, much to say." He said covering his face in frustration at not having dared to act sooner. He had wasted too much time and he didn't even know if he had it anymore.

That was how Chan fell into a spiral of negative thoughts that made him gasp for breath. The boy knew what despair was that night when intrusive thoughts led him to convince himself that he would not have time to do anything he wanted. What had he done the last few months, the last years of his life? He had wasted them. The voices in his mind grabbed him and refused to let go. However, Jaz's embrace was much stronger and warmer.

The girl had a hard time getting her best friend to calm down. She whispered in his ear, stroked his back, and even asked him to breathe at the same time as her so that he would calm down.

"You are much stronger than all this." She touched Chan's face again, but this time Jaz got a little closer and supported her forehead with his.

"Minnie, did you hear what they said? How can you be sure?"

"Because I know, and because I trust you and I trust us. The last time I saw you, you wondered how we ever got through so much. Do you remember? You asked me in the library. Chris, we've come this far because we've been together. We have all our lives supporting and caring for each other and that's how we have come out ahead. We're going to do it again, I promise you."

"Don't go, please." Chan's plea was accompanied by a look of despair. "I need you to be by my side, little doll."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't want to regret anything, not anymore."

"Don't talk like that," Jaz asked laying her head on the boy's shoulder. "You're going to be fine, soon we're going to be watching another one of your boring WWII documentaries and seeing stars I never meet."

Only Jaz could make him smile at a time like this. And that was precisely what Chan wanted, to get out of the hospital quickly so he could be with her.

"I didn't know you had spoken to your dad again." He commented hugging her in such a way that they could lie down together.

"We didn't. I called him yesterday to ask for his help. I was very worried about you, I didn't know where else to look for you and the boys told me that you were talking to him."

"About that... I was the one who told him not to write to you anymore, I told him that the best thing would be to give you a little time. But in Felix's dinner, you were sad because of that, I don't know if I gave him the best advice."

"You did the right thing, Chris. Besides, dad was not the only reason why I didn't feel well, I was waiting for another person's messages"

Without needing to say anything else, they both stayed together until Chan's parents arrived. Jaz had never seen them as loving with their son as they were during the following days in the hospital. Even Chan's father stayed, he had canceled all the meetings he had. They both wanted to make sure that the boy had the best care, and not only for him, but for Jasmine as well, after all, if Chan was in the hospital it was because she had found him.

When he had spent the first week there, Chan's father and his son were talking about work things. For the first time, they did it calmly, without arguing about anything.

"You're right, opening a second branch office in Germany could help us, it's a shame that you couldn't join us in the last meeting we had, we would have started working on this project faster. You never told me what happened."

"It doesn't matter." Chan replied.

"What doesn't matter?" Jaz asked approaching him with the pills he needed to take.

"Nothing, and stop walking around, you need to rest, Minnie."

Unfortunately for Chan, his father did not ignore the question. "We had a meeting some weeks ago, but Chan couldn't make it. He told me he had a school activity but then he didn't show up because something important had happened."

"Dad, I already told you it doesn't matter." He expressed with embarrassment, he didn't want Jaz to know but of course, she understood it.

**********

Later, Jaz and Chan were talking when someone knocked on the door, Lee Know and Han were there. The boys took turns visiting their friends on different days and today was their turn.

"Okay, get up and go eat with Han. I'll stay with the old man." Said Lee Know to Jaz.

"But..."

"He'll be fine, and you have to eat something other than hospital food, come on." He said taking her out, almost pushed.

"Lee Know!" She screamed before the door slammed in her face and Han led her away.

"Hey! That's no way to treat your girlfriend." Chan's comment made Minho chuckle, Jaz hadn't talked to Chan yet, but he thought his friend would be a little smarter and notice that they weren't together anymore.

"She'll be okay, Han will take care of her." Bang Chan glared at him but preferred to remain silent, at least for a moment, since there was a conversation he had to have with his best friend. However, he decided that he would not wait any longer, there would never be the "perfect time" to do things, he had learned that he had to act when he felt he had to. "Last night I spoke with the director of the museum and..."

"Wait, there's something I want to talk to you about first." Minho nodded and sat next to him. "It's about Minnie. Probably you're upset because she has been here all these days, and I know that this may cause a problem between you and me, but I don't want to ignore it anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, I haven't talked to Minnie because I wanted to with you before. I wasn't honest with you before, but I will be now. Since they gave me the results and explained how shitty my condition is right now, I've been so fucking scared that I just can't sleep well. But it wasn't because of those results, it's because I'm terrified that I won't get out of here and I won't have another chance to be with her, at least to try again."

Minho had already some time to think about his breakup, plus he knew from some time ago that Chan and Jaz still had feelings for each other. And being the prankster that he was, he decided to tease his friend a bit, so he changed his expression to a more serious one. "You still love her, right?"

"Lee Know, I'm sorry, but I never stopped loving her. I'm done sitting idly by. I don't know how this will turn out, I'm risking our friendship, and Minnie's, but..."

"Wait, wait, you're telling me, in my face that..."

"That I love her and I want her back, yes." He admitted sounded so firm that Lee Know almost did not recognize him.

"That's a risky move, dude."

"I know, that's why I'm telling you this face to face. I just... I love her, man. You may see me as a jerk, but I can't let my story with Minnie end without at least feeling like I tried everything to be together."

"Do you think she feels the same? I mean, do you think that even being my girlfriend she was thinking about you?"

"Well, I..." Chan did not notice Lee Know's smirk by seeing his friend literally suffering because of the question.

"Talk to her." The photographer said stopping his friend's torture. "We broke up."

"What? When?"

"That's not for me to tell you. Don't try to apologize, it's stupid. I mean, who in their right mind comes between you two? You are made to be together. I knew it in England since I saw your idiot smile when you talked to her. At that moment I wondered what it would feel like to have something like that. I guess one day I'll know, but not with Jaz." He said shrugging his shoulders. "Just... stop wasting your time, what you two have is incredible. You do things for each other that no one else would."

"Thank you" Chan replied feeling touched by his friend's words.

"Stop looking for her by making bad decisions, you haven't realized that she was always there, Jaz has always waited for you. Even when she went out with me. And you are the same, or worse." He said with a mocking laugh. "Get well soon, you look terrible and she's gorgeous."

"Wait a minute! If you already broke up, what the fuck with all those questions? Were you just mocking me?"

"Maybe" Lee Know answered smirking. "Just one more thing, ask her about Germany."

"Germany?"

"Take that as my apology for meddling in your relationship. Now, shut up and listen about the gallery."

To be continued... 🐺

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rizubaby · 3 years ago

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Sex underneath the stars | Kaito Momota.

18+ content warning | minors dni.

genre ; NSFW oneshot.

request ; Kaito and reader having sex underneath the stars, but Kaito keeps interrupting the mood by talking about space.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, oral/fingering, semi-rough sex, sex outside, vulgar language.

Location: courtyard of the academy.

Time: 10:25 pm.

. . .

"K-Kaito, not so fast!" you giggle, your purple spiky haired boyfriend of nearly three months hastily dragging you by your arm as you struggled to keep up with him. After a long and tiring day, the sun has already set and has made room for the gentle glow of the moon. You had both been busy all day, and the suggestive and lustful looks you were giving each other were NOT helping in the slightest. Every time you'd walk past each other, you could feel the unspoken sexual tension build up. God, you wished he would just drag you out for a few minutes and rail you in the nearest empty classroom. But that's not what happened.

Patiently awaiting the day to end and everybody to go back to their dorms, Kaito had come up with a plan. While you two were busy "tidying up the classroom", the rest of the other students made their way back to their rooms. What a perfect lie that was. Fortunately, none of them suspected anything or thought it was odd you two would stay behind. You had agreed to keep your relationship a secret for the time being, because you valued your privacy and wanted to see where this relationship was heading.

As soon as the announcement for nighttime passed, a lustful grin appeared on Kaito's face. You walked up towards him and eagerly pulled him in for a kiss, expecting him to undress you right then and there and fuck the life out of you. But he didn't.

"Kaito? What's wrong?" you asked, looking up into his deep lilac eyes. He smiled at you, immediately grabbing you by your wrist. "I have a much better idea. Come with me."

. . .

As he was quickly dragging you through the halls of the school, you soon walked out into the courtyard. Looking up at the sky, you stood there in awe for a second as the dark midnight sky and bright stars completely surrounded you. Kaito wasted no time and dragged you further back, to the place where you two kissed for the first time, and where he later asked you to be his girlfriend.

"It's... beautiful," you whisper, eyes still wandering to observe the endless amount of small and bright stars. Your eyes dart back over to your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a small smirk. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, lustfully pressing his lips against yours.

Soft little whimpers escaped your lips as you continued your passionate kiss, feeling his hands slowly slide down and squeeze your beautifully shaped ass. He couldn't contain his large grin as he was cupping your soft behind, and it was kind of adorable. Soon after, he pulled away from your kiss for a moment and gently laid you down on the grass, eagerly pulling off your shirt and his and tossing them aside. He brought his face closer and lustfully started sucking on your tits while one of his hands made it's way down your panties.

"K-Kaito, h-hah..." you whimpered, finally feeling his hands and mouth all over you just like you'd been fantasizing about all day. You felt your face burn up, looking down at him as he was sucking on one breast and squeezing the other, slowly pulling down your panties with his other hand. He let go of your soft breasts and smirked, pressing two fingers against your dripping entrance.

"Mm, you're so wet for me baby..."

All you could do was let out a surprised whimper, feeling the cold air and his warm fingers against your folds simultaneously. As he slowly pushed his fingers deeper inside of you, he leaned in for another sweet kiss to muffle your moans. Your face was burning hot, and all you could focus on in that moment was how good his fingers felt inside you.

As he was thrusting his fingers in and out of you and stimulating your g-spot, he let his eyes wander for a moment and looked up at the sky. Like a child fixated on a toy inside a toystore, his attention quickly moved towards all the constellations in the sky above you.

"Babe, look! That's Ursa Major!"

He nudged you and pointed at the sky, his finger tracing the outline of the constellation. What the hell? Um, hellooo, we're busy here! And how the hell is he able to finger you and focus on something completely different at the same time?!

You looked up at him in confusion, not really being able to comprehend what was happening. His fingers were still working their magic, yet your arousal immediately plummeted significantly. His face turned towards you again for a second, and he started sucking on one of your breasts once again. You decided to laugh it off for now, dismissing it as another one of his quirky characteristics. Trying to focus on the pleasure he was giving you again, you let your fingers run through his hair.

Not even a minute or so later, he stopped, and with a childishly excited expression he started rambling on about space and everything he knew about the constellations he had just observed.

"Babe, did you know that the constellation of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor could be traced back to the Cosmic Hunt myths, which date back more than 13,000 years? And did you know that--"

"Kaito, stop!"

The purple haired boy immediately stopped talking, and looked at you with a surprised expression. He did not expect you to react like that, so it instantly clicked that there was something wrong. You grabbed his wrist, signaling him to stop. You sighed.

"Listen, I know you love talking about space. And it is a beautiful night tonight, I really appreciate that you took me here. But... baby, we're kind of in the middle of something!"

You could see the expression on his face change, and he seemed to get a little embarrassed by his actions. You cupped his face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes.

"We've been waiting for this all day, I need you so bad. So please... give me your full attention."

Something about the way you said it made him instantly forget everything he wanted to say, and he felt the tent in his pants growing. The way you always managed to snap him out of it and make him focus on you made him appreciate you even more. You knew him better than anyone and always knew what he needed, and somehow whatever you'd say to him now would only make him want to fuck you even more.

"You're right. I'm sorry... let me make it up to you," he stated, bringing his face to your neck and gently planting kisses all over. He brought his lips closer to your ear, and whispered;

"Let me show you how much I need you."

Hearing him say that in that low and lustful voice of his made your pussy throb. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him as close to you as he could, reaching down and cupping him through his pants. A soft grunt escaped him as he started kissing down your neck and collarbones, reaching down as well to pull down his pants and boxers. But instead of positioning himself in front of your entrance, he slowly kissed his way down to the inside of your thighs, making your longing for him almost unbearable.

"As much as I want to feel you around me, I want to taste you first..."

Without warning, he hungrily started lapping at your clit. Your back arched in response, and you frantically reached for him. Gripping onto his hair tightly and your legs shaking, the sudden shift in tone made you near your climax already. Aroused little moans and whimpers came out of you, and he loved every sound you made.

"That's it, cum for me baby.. Cum on my face, hm..." he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice against your skin sending shivers up your spine. Within seconds, your first high washed over you and it left you a trembling mess with your boyfriend's face between your thighs. A satisfied groan came from him as he licked your soaked folds, making you extremely flustered by how much he loved it when you came on his face.

Without saying a word, Kaito quickly got up and lifted your legs over his broad shoulders, positioning himself at your entrance and rubbing the tip of his cock in between your lips.

"K-Kaito, p-please, I need-- Ah!"

Finally not being able to contain himself any longer, he pushed his length all the way inside. He let out a soft grunt and immediately started pumping into you. His pace was incredible, and the way he filled you up was just perfect. With your legs in the air and over his shoulders, the angle in which he was pounding into you made him go even deeper. He reached down and started stimulating your clit with his thumb whilst he was fucking you, grinning at the sight of your flustered face.

"Mm, you feel so fucking good around me baby.." He muttered, firmly gripping your hips with his other hand. Seeing you in a state of pure extacy made him so incredibly hard for you, slowly picking up the pace with every thrust. The sloppy sounds of your bodies colliding and aroused moans made for a beautiful symphony, something you'd be thinking about long after this night.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon... S/o, come with me," Kaito whispered, leaning forward and muffling both of your moans with another lustful kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as you tightly wrapped your legs around his waist. He was thrusting into you so hard and so fast, it felt like you were going to lose your mind at any moment. All you could do was incoherently moan out his name while digging your nails into his back. Kaito's face was buried against your chest, clenching his jaw as his breathing became increasingly hitched and laboured. "A-Ah, f-fuck..! Baby, come with me- Hngh!"

Feeling your walls tightly clench around his cock, his thick ropes of cum finally spilled inside of you, making you let out a final loud moan. Milking him of every last drop, he grunted loudly as he rode out his high. He honestly couldn't believe you felt so fucking good. This was by far the best sex you ever had since you two got together.

He finally collapsed on top of you, both panting heavily as you slowly came down from your incredible orgasms. Kaito gently pulled out, admiring the sight of his thick cum dripping out of you. He chuckled, a satisfied smile forming on his face as he reached down and kissed you lovingly.

Kaito quickly grabbed his coat and hung it over your shoulders. He laid back down on the grass with his hands behind his head and you nuzzled up against him, looking up at the stars once again.

"That was amazing, heh... We should really do this more often," he laughed.

"Okay, but you have to promise me to not talk about space anymore while we have sex."

"Hahaha, fine. I only have eyes for you anyway."

#danganronpa smut #drv3 #kaito momota #kaito momota x reader #kaito x reader #danganronpa oneshot

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resident-leevil-old · 3 years ago

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okay well anyways somebody asked me if i felt like talking about my raccoon city survivors au with mia and ethan again and the answer is YES.

> AU MINI FACTS <

- Ethan's mother died while giving birth.

- Ethan Winters and his father moved into Raccoon City when Ethan was a baby, around 3-4 years old.

- Ethan trans ftm because im trans and i said so.

- Mia trans mtf because im trans and i said so.

- Ethan & Mia are childhood friend to lovers in this au.

- Ethan's father worked for Umbrella, and Mia's father worked for the Connections while her mother also worked for Umbrella.

- Mia was born in Texas, but her family moved to Raccoon City after she was born. They still owned property in Texas, though.

- Mia & Carlos are related because I said so.

- so yknow the "dude its been three years" guy? that's their childhood friend and his name is Kyde because i said so.

- Albert Wesker Personally was ordered by Spencer to kill those scientists btw.

- a lot of this au is because i said so tbh

> AU SUMMARY <

Ethan Winters, Mia Oliviera, and Kyde Wells work together to survive six days of the Raccoon City Outbreak. In the process they uncover secrets and encounter many obstacles that just nearly cost them their lives.

> CHAR.BGROUND <

ETHAN W, SR - A scientist who worked for Umbrella. He lost his wife during the birth of his child E///// Winters. Struggling with the death of his wife and the harsh decline of his mental health, he began to experiment with viruses and vaccines in an attempt to bring his wife back, even using his child as a subject at certain points due to the child having strong genes from the mother. He acknowledged that he was a horrid father, but justified his actions by claiming he would bring back a better mother. He thought of Albert Wesker as a friend, and told him the truth of his research.

ETHAN W, JR - A quiet 14 year old that had a hard time making friends. Due to experiments from his father, Ethan is a culmination of infections and viruses that each impact him in different ways. As he grew up Ethan refrained from talking too much as to not interrupt his father's work, causing him to become selectively mute.

MIA OLIVIERA - Younger sister of Carlos Oliviera. Mia skipped a grade due to her intelligence and advanced knowledge on many things kids her age normally didn't. She very easily got sick as a child, though she seemed to outgrow it as she got older. She was schooled both at home and at school before the outbreak. She shared classes with Ethan Winters (Jr) and Kyde Wells.

KYDE WELLS - A friend of Ethan & Mia, known for his cowardice. Kyde has a heavy sense of self preservation, but a weighted sense of compassion as well. He only ever has risked himself for his two friends.

JAMES HARISON - Mia's father. He worked for the Connections as a scientist and a researcher. Harison and his wife often exchanged information they learned from their jobs, aiming to and succeeding at "fixing" their daughter's proneness to viral sicknesses.

MARISA OLIVIERA - Mia's mother. He worked for Umbrella as a researcher. Oliviera and her husband often exchanged information they learned from their jobs, aiming to and succeeding at "fixing" their daughter's proneness to viral sicknesses.

JAKE VERANO - An Umbrella worker who had been trapped in the underground facility for a week, listening to the sound of his coworkers being eaten alive. Unstable because of his experience, he tries to create a cure using the intel of Ethan W (SR).

> FULL AU <

[September, 25, 1998.]

Ethan Winters walked home from school when his father failed to pick him up. He walked through the streets, paying no mind to a big fight breaking out near him. On the way home, he meets up with his friend Kyde who had also been walking home. They talk and walk together for a bit, before splitting up.

When Ethan arrived home, he noticed the front door of his house had been opened slightly. Confused, but wary, he entered the house, knowing it was uncharacteristic for his father to forget the door was open.

He entered the living room, and found his father laying on the ground dead, shot twice in the head, having just been killed moments prior. Ethan moved over to his father, before Albert Wesker walked out of his father's office.

Ethan barely has much time to react to him, overwhelmed by his own panic and the death of the only adult in his life. Wesker - wanting no witnesses - shoots him three times in the chest, and leaves under the impression the child is dead for good.

Ethan Winters dies for the first time that evening.

[September, 27, 1998]

For the past two days, Mia and her parents have been barricaded in their home, unable to leave safely. Mia sat in her room for most of the time, unable to look out of the windows due to boards covering them. During those two days Mia tries to call Ethan and Kyde several times in hopes that they were safe. Neither of them answer.

Until this day, the 27th, at 2:00 am, when she calls Ethan. And he answers.

{TRANSCRIPT OF THEIR CALL:}

Ethan: h-hello?

Mia: [Ethan]! You're alive! Are you okay?

Ethan: I'm breathing. [Pause] I'm breathing. You okay?

Mia: I'm boarded up in my house, we can't leave safely. Everything is a mess. I'm so glad you're alive, [Ethan]. Are you safe? I'm guessing you're safe.

Ethan: Not sure. Not sure. Find you soon, here alone. Alone.

Mia: Alone? What happened? Where's your dad?

Ethan: [Pause.] [Loud sound in the distance.]

Mia: [Ethan]? Are you okay?

Ethan: [Dial tone.]

Mia speaks with her parents about the call, expressing worry about her friend. She spends a while trying to convince her parents that Ethan may be alive (purposefully omitting the dial tone) and need their help. Finally, they agree, and at 12 pm, they head out with all the resources they could gather.

Managing to stay out of sight, the family make it to the Winters' household. They find Ethan hiding in his bedroom, one infected laying in the hallway with a pole through its head and Ethan's father laying in the living room dead.

They rescue Ethan, and flee from the house. Mia's parents explain that they need to evacuate the city, but that they wouldn't be able to drive, so they'd have to move on foot. They returned to their house and rested for the night.

[September, 28, 1998]

The family and Ethan head out again, this time aiming to evacuate the city. After several close encounters with large groups of infected, the kids and Mia's parents are unfortunately separated. Given instructions by her parents, Mia leads Ethan through the city, having to take detours due to infected blocking pathways.

Eventually, during the night, they run into Kyde, who has lost his parents trying to escape the city. The three of them take refuge in an empty abandoned house, and rest for the walk in the morning.

Ethan sits up for a while, thinking about what happened to him, and trying to figure out how to explain it to his friends. Eventually he falls asleep, unable to figure it out. In the morning they head out again.

[September, 29-30, 1998]

During another detour taken due to large groups of infected, Ethan is kidnapped by a man in a white lab coat.

Mia & Kyde go after them, refusing to leave Ethan behind. They manage to find him after roughly half a day had passed.

Ethan had been in a hysterical state and through tears he explains to Mia and Kyde what had happened to him in his house a few days ago, confessing that he had died and revived two days later. He warns the two of them that whatever Jake, the white lab coat man, did to him, it made him dangerous and unstable.

Mia and Kyde refused again to leave him behind, and spend hours gathering information from files and research left scattered around. They manage to make Something that was able to calm him down and cleanse what they had learned had been called the "T-virus" from his body.

As soon as Ethan had woken up again, they fleed the facility, Mia & Kyde both making sure he didn't collapse on the way.

[October, 1, 1998]

They don't stop running when they're out. A broadcast goes out saying that the city will be blown up in four hours due to being unable to contain the outbreak. The three of them realize they won't be able to get out if they take anymore detours unless they find a vehicle with gas in it and a clear road to drive on.

Three hours later, out of options, nearly to the city boarder, and faced with another group of infected blocking the only straight shot out, they decide to risk a run through. However, just as they were pushing through, a helicopter flew overhead and spotted them. Calling to them, the pilot tells them to attempt making it up a building nearby if they could.

Through pure bullshittery and luck, they manage to make it up, and they board the helicopter. Just as it begins to take flight, the city starts to blow up bit by bit. In the distance, they see other helicopters flying.

> AFTER THE AU <

Mia and her parents reunite, her parents having managed to get out before the children did. Kyde goes to live with his relatives in Texas, and Ethan is offered to live with them as well.

Mia's parents move back to their texas home, and everyone who had been in the city were given therapy. Eventually the three grow up and graduate from highschool, and move on to other things, never once separating.

The three of them eventually move into a single house together in California, and some time after that Mia and Ethan get married. And for a while they live happily

And then, Mia witnesses Ethan having some sort of attack in the middle of the night one time, and realizes that he hadn't been completely cured of whatever had been infecting him in the city at all, and that it had only gone dormant for some years. While he wasn't vicious or attacking anyone, Ethan had just been really plagued and didn't even remember the fits that only seemed to happen every other night.

Out of worry and fear, Mia begins to work for the Connections, hoping there was something she could learn from them in order to help her husband finally be cured. And years after, RE7 began.

And THAT, my friends, is my Raccoon City Survivors au with the Winters, also known as Raccoon City Winters.

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ryhyunie · 3 years ago

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7 Last Day

Characters : no name mentioned

Genre : romance-fluff-lil angst

Word count : 1.8k

Now playing - Seamin Tak Seiman by. Petrus Mahendra

25 December

I wake up on your bed, facing the white snow outside the window. Today was 2 degree celsius, it's a cold that pierces to the deepest part of your skin until it finally reaches your bones. But I'm not shivering. A pair of arms and a heavy breath on my nape brings me to a warmth that makes anyone reluctant to get out of bed

“You need to wake up and get dressed, baby. we can't be late.” I let out a heavy sigh when the men behind me pulled the blanket and covered us completely, instead. We both realized something was missing, wait, where’s the good morning?

Are we trying to get used to without saying good morning?

Oh no, it can't be like this, we can't, i can't. “I know it's perfect to have a dream under the snowy sky, but good morning sir, and get ready to face the world.”

He let out a little chuckle, “I will go to church first, you can go directly to mom's house.”

The moment I felt his movement rising from the bed, emptiness enveloped my body in the blink of an eye. “Uh, N-no! I’ll drive you, and wait.” I stood up and showed the purest smile I could, “It’s okay, I'm fine.” I raised both my hands to prevent him from speaking, that was the dot at the end of my sentence, then it's a final.

He walked closer to me and gave a small kiss on my forehead as an agreement.

If you enjoy it, time will run very fast. Nevertheless when you hate it and hope time will stop then it will forget itself and pass faster.Because in addition to healing, time can also give you a very deep wound.

Hour after hour passed, the sun did not seem to stay long in the sky, the dark was gripping the night coming so fast. The sparkling lights flashed as if they wanted to match the moon and stars, competing to give light. We sat across from each other, with a candle burning in the middle.

Vanilla and chocolate scents danced around us, ensuring that every inch of the room felt the sweetness of the two people staring at each other.

"So we've come to the final weeks." He finally spoke, breaking the silence between us.

“Please just, enjoy the meal.” Unfortunately, I prefer silence.

“Are you tired?” He was talkative, and I used to love it.

I put down my spoon and fork, losing my appetite for what looked so delicious. I looked at his face, stabbed right into his eyeballs, “What do you mean?”

“We’re already running away for 4 years and it's all going well, then why don't we continue like that?" He raises his voice unconsciously.

I look at him with disbelief, “Do you want to run for the rest of your life? We agree to not discuss it ever again, and do you want to close the book with a fight?”

He shook his head slowly, "I don't even want to close this book."

26 December

“Good morning.” He dropped his head on my shoulder. His head must still feel dizzy from the alcohol last night.

“Good morning, I made coffee and soup. Wait for me in the dining room”.

After finishing my business in the kitchen, I walked towards the dining room and prepared the dishes on the table. “So how's your plan for today?”

I inhaled the strong aroma of coffee, trying to find some peace in between. “Nothing. Wanna bingo watch?”

He smiled and nodded in excitement.

We both were homebuddy, we spent our time at home a lot. Cooking, watching, dancing, singing, gaming, or anything. We just loved to do anything, together.

27 December

“Im bored.” He says while cuddling around on me.

“Wanna go out? We can ice skate.” I keep scrolling my instagram, and smiling when he suddenly jumps and gives a peck on my cheeks.

“Perfect, I’ll make breakfast.” He ran towards the kitchen and I couldn't hold myself for giggling and taking a video of his extra-super-cute action.

I feel a little uncomfortable when that big baby squirms in my arms. “Uh what are you doing?” He completely drowned in his winter jacket, and snuggled around me, and he even wore a red scarf with a strawberry pattern. I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS BABY, IS HE TRYING TO MAKE PEOPLE WANNA KIDNAP HIM?

“Babe it's cold outside~ let's just go back and cuddle and eat ramen together.”

28 December

“Princess,” His voice calling you was so soft, echoing on your head perfectly.

“Yes?” I left my book on the nightstand and watched him come out from the bathroom.

He took a spot next to me, put his head on my lap while his pretty fingers danced on my jawline. “I should have bought you flowers more often, taken you to either a romantic dinner or hunting street food that always makes your eyes shine, kissing you long and lovely every night, not spending every single day without saying i love you.”

I held my breath as strongly as I held my tears. How can it feel so painful but so sweet at the same time? I think I lost my mind. But it's okay, it's 100% better than I lost you.

Oh my darling, you are so perfect that sometimes I ask myself, how do I deserve someone like you? Instead of asking you that question to make your heart flutter, I'd rather improve myself to be that someone you deserve.

“Baby,” I felt his hand reach for mine and held it gently. I'm still in my position, and didn't dare to make a single move.

“We’re okay, right?” My voice above a whisper, in a dreamy silent night.

“Of course. We’re strong, our love is strong. Everything is gonna be okay.” He is smiling, and I always love the crescent moon in his eyes.

He isn't just trying to calm me

He is trying to calm himself too.

But human feelings are so fragile, that it already broke with just a glance.

29 December

I saw a beautiful and affectionate smile crossing his lips after he put the vinyl record. He greeted me with a usual good morning before he made his way to me and helped me stand up.

My heart unstoppably started to beat wildly as he leaned closer to me. We stood in the middle of his room, our feet were only an inch away from facing each other. His left hand gently took my right hand and his right found its way to my waist.

It was like slow motion and I could feel the world stop rotating. I'm about to open my mouth but came out with nothing because he started to guide us to move.

Every beat, every melody, every lyric, uh i can't process anything in my brain. It was already full of his name. We stopped at the last verse, my hands trailing to his face. Drawing an outline of every detail, instilled in myself to memorize every curve and moles he had.

He made a gesture on his mouth, saying ‘I love you’ without any noise. My love, I know by my heart how lovely your husky voices when you say those magic words. So without replying to any words, I took action. Caressing your cheeks and slightly pulling your hair so I could kiss you depper.

30 December

He woke up in surprise when he saw I sat on the couch immersed in the photo album. We loved to take a polaroid photo, we don’t know but it just feels more precious than the photo on our phone. I was cleaning and started packing my stuff so that i didn’t bother him more. But I immediately stopped when I found this album photo. I could help but drown in every memory we've been through.

“Good morning pretty darling.” he said while came and sat beside me, dropping his head on my shoulder and touching some photos from there. “This is your favourite sushi bar, and this is when we came to my mom's house.” He paused a bit, before his hand touched another photo “This is when I took you for our first date. Four years ago? Wow this polaroid had a good part for protecting our memories.”

“I told you.” I shifted his head and stood up slowly, took the camera that was located in the glass cabinet, “Let's take some photos.”

31 December

The last day of the year closed with a terrible snowstorm. Everyone will feel comfortable in their respective homes, but in our house even the heating doesn't seem to work. The cold air outside is not as cold as the room we live in. Here we are, facing each other in the silence of a room that is usually full of warmth.

some of the things that mostly belonged to me had disappeared, starting to return to being quiet like the first time I stepped in his apartment. But there is something quieter than this room. if you look deeper, the only living thing among these inanimate objects is the one who actually lost his life

We fell in love slowly, with every day as a melody who guided our steps to get to this point. This is it. The last page of our book. Not that we have finished the whole story, but we have completed our part as the main character. Because after this, the main characters are no longer us, but me, or you. We are the main characters in our respective stories.

This long journey must come to an end. Not because we are tired of continuing, but because we are brave enough to deal with the situation. No more running, no more hiding.

“This is it.” He looked around. No more our picture hanging on the wall, no more my perfume scattered in the room, no more my plate beside his. “Are you tired? Did you feel lamment about these past four years?”

I dare to hold his hands, “Never.” I stopped, preparing myself for what was coming next, “This is not what we want, but this is what we have to face.”

“What if…” He tried to say something but I cut it immediately, “ Stop with that ‘what if’ because it's only to kill ourselves even more. When you confessed to me, you said that we would find the way, so this is it. The way that we are looking for.”

I’m still and will always love you.

#baekhyun #fanfic #christmas #angst #exo baekhyun #romance fiction #romance #new year #writers on tumblr #exo ff #exo x reader #baekhyun x reader #kpop ff #exo fanfic #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fluff #exo fluff #exo angst

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acciocriativity · 4 years ago

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The bet || Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley and George Weasley x Platonic/Reader (Tiny not so tiny George Weasley x Reader)

Summary: You had a normal life at Hogwarts, until the Weasley twins decided they weren't going to leave you alone anymore, and what was the reason? You would give five galleons to anyone who knew the answer.

Word Count: 4,0k

It was still early, I was walking through the corridors towards the Great Hall when two red-haired figures appeared in my sight.

"Hey Y/N!", one of them waved cheerfully at me, I still had no idea which one. "Why do you suddenly look tall today?", the other said with a smile, which made me want to punch him.

"Why are you suddenly more annoying today? It sounds like a serious illness, so excuse me, I don't want to catch this", I walked as fast as I could so they couldn't keep up with me.

I could hear their laughter behind me and the whispering but decided not to pay attention to what was said, that would bring me more calmness.

And why do I basically run away from them? It is very simple.

One day I was just another Ravenclaw student, and the next day I had the attention of the most popular twins at Hogwarts.

They liked to tease me about absolutely everything, no matter if I was just sitting down reading or trying to concentrate in a class, one of them would find a way to annoy me.

I never tried to differentiate which was Fred and which was George, it made no difference, they both seemed equally annoying to me and knowing who is who was not going to guarantee me anything.

"Hey, wait. We have a deal for you", the tallest of them spoke with a grin plastered on his face as he walked up to me in stride.

"And why should I agree? Anything coming from you guys is pretty suspicious", I replied with my eyes screwed tight and crossed my arms.

"Because you can have your quiet time again, we won't tease you anymore as far as possible", the other said with a small smile and I stopped to think for a few seconds.

"Well, that sounds good enough, and what do I have to do? You're going to have to get something out of this, obviously", I still remained in the same position analyzing the two, who seemed to be enjoying themselves more every second.

"You'll have to guess who is who at the end of the day", one of them started and my face dropped at the same moment."Since we're nice, we'll just say it once", the other added.

"What if I don't succeed then? If there's a prank, I'm out."

"There won't be anything out of the ordinary, just an extra dose of us", I took a deep breath just imagining what my life would be like with these two following me around the castle. "So are you going to accept or not?", he raised an eyebrow.

I took a deep breath and looked away, a good opportunity had fallen into my hands but I would have the rest of my peace lost if I didn't win, which would be no small thing but a part of me was just screaming to accept it at once, the competitive part, the part that was going to win this little challenge.

"I accept, it won't be that hard", I replied with a smile, a wave of confidence built up inside me and I really thought it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Okay then", they just walked past me and kept walking and if I could see my forehead, a big question mark would be hanging there, "Hey? You still have to tell me which is which, it was part of the deal", I said, taking a few steps behind them but they soon stopped and looked at me.

"Oh, you're so confident, do you really need us to tell you who's who?", I clenched my hands tightly to hold back the urge to kill him.

"Of course I don't need to but... HEY!It's not polite to leave a person talking alone", they had the audacity to walk off and wave at me on top of that.

7:30 a.m.

I wasn't going to get any help from them, why did I expect to get any? Obviously they don't want me to win but I will and they will have to swallow that. That's my new goal today, screw the herbology paper.

But now it would be more difficult, few people would know the difference, I would have to ask one of his friends or one of the other Weasleys who studied at Hogwarts.

I wasn't intimate with any of them but I had classes with some, we never spoke but I will change that today.

I just hope they actually tell me something useful, one of the twins could have easily told no one to help me and made everything even more difficult.

8:25 a.m

"Hey Kate, what's up?", I said with a smile just as she was about to pass me down the hall, it was really worth it to eat fast or I wouldn't have made it in time.

The expression on her face already told me everything, the same gleam in her eye that twins have when they are disturbing me, why do I get the impression that it won't be so easy?

"Good morning Y/N, do you need anything?", she said leaning against the wall with a mischievous smile that I chose to ignore. "Actually yes, you should already know, the Weasleys challenged me to set them apart and you as a friend should know how, anything is useful, anything really", I liked that she was direct because I could be too. I don't like wasting time with small talk, especially when I don’t have too much time.

"They actually told me it would happen, but they didn't tell me more details, what happens if you lose? Some kind of prank I bet.

"They will annoy me twice as much as they already do, I don't know how you manage to be friends with them, she stared at me for a few seconds and then grinned. "What?"

"I'll help you since you're asking me but maybe you'll soon see that it wouldn't be so bad to lose", I just nodded without really believing it would happen. "Fred is louder and generally more annoying, George is quieter and more careful. You can find out more by noticing for yourself, I'm going to get going, I want to practice a little before class begins", she pointed to the castle entrance.

"Thank you so much Kate, I'll owe you this one. See you later", I smiled and waved as she walked away from me after waving as well.

Now I know the basics but they might try to trick me, switch places or pretend to be the other one. I have to be prepared and there is only one way.

9:00 a.m

The bell rang and the halls filled with heads hurrying not to be late, especially the poor first year students heading for the dungeon. I could see some shaking on the way out of the Great Hall but my destination was completely different, I headed up the stairs along with the other forty years to Minerva's class.

There was no sign of any of the twins, if they had decided to skip this class my plan was destined to fail.

The class was about to start when the two of them entered without any hurry and I smiled internally for having kept an empty chair next to me, just in case.

"Are you gentlemen having a problem with your audition? The bell rang five minutes ago. This kind of behavior is not tolerated, Mr. Weasleys. Minus ten points for Gryffindor", her angry voice boomed, and no one seated dared to breathe.

"It won't happen again, professor", I was surprised not to hear any funny remarks as a comment and I'm sure she was too but didn't show it.

"Sit down and open your books, let's move one more step forward from yesterday's lesson...", she continued talking but I barely paid attention after one of them sat down next to me.

"So, you're George, you can tell me now that I already know", he looked a little surprised for a few seconds but soon regained his posture.

"How did you guess it? I didn't even say anything", he said looking at me intently and I just shrugged, I wasn't about to say since this is clearly a plus for me.

"That's a secret that will stay with me, it wasn't that hard", I commented, dipping my quill into the ink to start writing what Minerva was going over on the blackboard.

Behind us it was possible to hear Fred's excited whispers that I had learned to ignore after all these years. Now it seemed so much easier, it's not as if I hadn't noticed them both all this time, it's a bit impossible since they make themselves present everywhere.

We remained silent, since this is the only way I can concentrate. I even mentally thanked him for that, but it didn't seem to do any good today. My attention kept being drawn to the red-headed boy next to me, I couldn't help it.

Internally I blamed it on my will to win, because to do so I would have to pay more attention to him, that's all my body wanted to do, focus on George Weasley.

I only realized that I was crossing the line when I noticed that his cheeks started to take on a reddish tint and a shy little smile appeared. To make matters worse, there was Fred's giggles, who was watching everything with the best view; there was no way I could get away with this.

After this awkward moment, I forced myself to pay attention even though my desire was to get out of there, since he now decided to start watching me not as discreetly as he thought he was being. I was much better at that.

"Is there a problem?", I mustered up the courage to ask when it was already 15 minutes before the bell rang again.

I noticed him bite his lips and crack a small smile before looking forward again, "why would there be a problem?"

"You were looking at me", I answered quietly so as not to draw attention from the other students and especially from Minerva who was passing between the desks checking to see if everyone was practicing the spells correctly.

"You were looking at me before that, discretion is not your specialty, you know?", I was a few seconds without knowing how to answer that and in the meantime, I could see him savoring the fact that he had left me speechless.

"Yes, I was watching you to differentiate you better from your brother, and why were you looking at me?", I spoke in a direct tone looking him straight in the eyes and the other redhead's laughter sounded behind us and George gave him a nonchalant look, as did the woman, who had just passed us.

"Is something wrong Mr. Weasley?", she asked and of course, everyone around us had to pay attention too, because they had nothing else interesting to do.

"No, I just remembered a joke I heard, I could tell you if you want. I assure you it is very funny", he assured holding back the urge to laugh even harder.

"Your little jokes stay outside the room Mr. Weasley, and you all, if you haven't perfected today's transfiguration can get back to work", she caught everyone's attention and continued walking peacefully.

We ended up getting distracted from the main subject, he obviously took the chance of not answering me and just kept on training as I did.

12:00 a.m

We had the next 3 classes together and I stayed close to them and their friends as well. As I imagined everyone was very nice to me, we could have become friends much sooner if we weren't stuck in a fixed group of friends.

Some things had become much clearer in my head and others even more blurred. They didn't seem to be picking on anyone but me, although it hadn't happened all day. Then why? I was going to find out.

"Will you come sit with us today?", Katie said with an arm around Angelina's shoulders, both looking at me with a smile that wouldn't let me deny them anything.

"Sure, I'd love to. It's kind of funny that we have more things in common than I expected", I remarked as we walked slowly, with the hasty crowd in front of us. I would usually be with them but it's much better this way, time is not as important as catching up with everyone.

"I had no idea you liked quidditch, have you thought about joining the Ravenclaw team?", Angel, as she asked to be called, inquired and at that moment, I should but I didn't notice her gaze leave me and go to the twins, several times.

"I'm not as good at playing as I am at watching, so I prefer to stay in the stands", I replied with a small smile until I noticed everyone in that small group communicating with their eyes, which I chose to ignore.

"So Angeli, since when did you start playing?", I started the subject that was going to last throughout the entire lunch hour and it couldn't be better.

Everyone had some story to tell, I must admit that Fred's and George's were the funniest. At no time was there any kind of awkward silence, or a moment when I was not included in the conversation. I did notice that some of my classmates were surprised that I sat there, but in general they were looking at us because of the noise. Their special talent was talking, which I found refreshing since I could hear more and talk occasionally.

The worst part of it was that I ended up not paying as much attention to either George or Fred as I had planned, although now I know a little more about both of them and my new friends.

3:00 p.m.

After two classes of Aritmancia, I had a free period and many homework assignments to do and as I walked to the library, a familiar voice called out to me.

"Y/N!", I turned around and was faced with George and his broom near the stairs, not so far from me, "We are going to practice a little, do you want to come too?", I was about to say no, as I was already busy but then I remembered, I still had to guess who was who at the end of the day.

I had really forgotten and started to enjoy their company, I had to remind myself that I wanted to win and that it made perfect sense to spend some more time with him, if it meant that I could guarantee it. Or at least, I tried to convince myself of that.

"Sure, who else will be training?", I asked as I walked over to him and then we walked together to the castle entrance and towards the field. "Just Angelina and Fred, the others have classes or something to do," and I just nodded in agreement.

We hadn't spent any time alone since Transfiguration class and I didn't know what to say, as did he but I didn't feel uncomfortable, just lost in my own thoughts.

"You came to watch half the best quadribol team play today. You won't regret it," Fred was the first to speak up as soon as we arrived and I could only laugh, how could one person be so confident? I needed some tips.

"My expectations are higher than you Weasley, you better not let me down after that speech," I wasn't trying to be funny but I heard a chuckle come from the redhead next to me. "You're not out of it George, none of you. But remember, no pressure. I'm only going to judge a little bit," I said smirking, not really taking any of the words I said seriously.

"Go sit down and prepare to be impressed," the black haired girl gave the last words, grabbed her own broom and flew to the three right hoops as I hurried to the stands.

Luckily, I didn't miss much and less than 5 minutes later, I could tell with certainty how good the three were. They took turns as goalkeepers for Angelina, even though it wasn't really their position in the game.And after 15 minutes, the dynamic changed for the two of them to try to hit her, one at a time, for them to practice as beaters.

But honestly, I paid much less attention than I normally do. I couldn't tell them apart from so far away, and this realization made me face the shameless excuse I had created for myself. I just wanted to be there, and the reason for that I wouldn't say out loud.

More than 30 minutes later, the three of them instead of landing on the ground, came flying towards me and stopped by my side.

"So you can talk about how impressed you are now", I pretended to think for a few seconds and the indignation on his face was so funny I almost didn't say it but after such an arduous training like that, they deserved it.

"You guys were amazing, if someone from another house could watch the official training sessions I would really come to see more", I smiled and it was extremely adorable to see George's already red face redden even more after my compliment.

"You already know you can't watch the official practices, we are finally starting to understand each other", Fred said and took a step to hug me and I immediately took one back. "You're soaking wet Fred Weasley, don't even think about it. This is not the time for hugs".

"But I think it's a good idea sweetie, you can't hide from a Weasley, so just accept it", he said with an evil grin on his face and I was ready to run, I hated sweat especially when it wasn't mine but his long legs came into action once again.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced, so you have something to be proud of after all", I complained, pulling away seconds after he had cornered me in the hug, which wouldn't have been so bad if it had been any other time.

"If that's the grossest one, you really don't know what's waiting for you honey. This is just the beginning," Angel said with a satisfied smile on his face. "But we better go now, I need a shower and we still have one last class today," she added and flew out of there after waving to us.

"Yeah, I need to take a shower too, I'll see you guys later," Fred said before getting out of there as quickly as possible, leaving me alone with George again.

"Well, do you want a ride? It's much quicker to get down that way," he smiled slightly at me and I agreed without a second thought.

I held his bare arm, because I thought it was better than hugging him and regret appeared immediately because I always had some issues with flying. It wasn't the worst thing in the world but it was far from being one of my favorites.

All I could do was close my eyes as we crossed the field, my hands automatically closed around his arm, the weather was windy and I could feel the shivers that went through his now red skin as well as mine.

It was a few seconds if I'm really honest but it didn't feel like it to me, I've never picked up a broom other than for classes and it's been a long time since I stopped having fun in those classes.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt my feet on the ground again.

"I'll see you later then, I haven't forgotten about the bet. You better be prepared," he gave me a beautiful smile and the consequences of that is the only thing I wasn't prepared for.

5:00 p.m.

There are those moments when you have to stop and ask yourself, what the hell is happening to me? For countless reasons obviously, and it was my turn. I didn't come up with any answers that made me blind to reality, which was really frustrating because that way it would be easier for me to just ignore.

But nobody told me it was going to be easy, which is a shame because I would have someone to blame.

All this played out in my head before I received an owl from them, telling me that I could go to the Gryffindor common room to finish our bet, along with the password for the day. I was prepared after being warned by basically all their friends, all I could think of on the way there were some spells, mainly revenge because I wouldn't let it go if there really was a prank.

But what happened was quite different, the place was quieter than I imagined, although they had many people sitting and talking normally including Fred and George.

"Oh hello stranger, you have finally decided to give us the honor of your presence, I can say for everyone, we are all grateful," I had barely stepped into the room when Fred spoke up with the most sarcastic smile I have ever seen, should I be confused?

"If I get all this reception every time I come here, I will definitely come back more often. Thank you, I feel very welcome," I said with an equally big smile, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Okay smartass, it's time for your answer," he continued speaking, the same voice but now that I was close, in front of them, I noticed that there was something very wrong there.

"Why are you talking like that George?", was my only thought, they were imitating each other, the voice was extremely similar, I could never tell the difference just by that, but looking at him, it is impossible to be mistaken.

Their expression dropped on the spot and I realized that there were more people watching me and maybe they knew the plan, because everyone was a little shocked too, was it that simple?

"That's impossible, who was the snitch that told you? Whoever it was, you're going to have a tough future," Fred even stood up and didn't bother to do another voice, he spoke and I was sure I won.

"Nobody told me, I didn't need much to realize that you guys were faking it. He spent the whole conversation scratching his arm, it's been like that all day," I pointed to George who had not taken his eyes off my person so far.

At that moment they looked at each other for a few seconds and then back at me. I should be happy but I wasn't. Even if I wasn't going to admit it out loud, they just proved to me how amazing they are and I wasn't going to lose that.

"Now that I've won, I want to change my reward. It's very simple, I want to reverse the reward and the punishment. I want an extra dose of Weasleys," I had to get a certain amount of shyness out of the way to say this but it was worth it.

It was worth it because I could see a sparkle in both of their eyes that went beyond a successful prank, it was worth it because I had the best years at Hogwarts with the best friends I could ever want. It was worth it because I found the best boyfriend in the world that day. I never thought I would be so grateful for a silly bet.

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mowu-moment · 3 years ago

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i feel controversial & i care too much, so here's my des rocs complete tierlist

ranked list & reasoning (ish) under the cut

1. WAYNE: hoholy shit wayne. can hardly put into words how explosive this one is to me. the intro sets a Whole Mood before swiftly (& cleanly) smacking it down into an Absolute Banger and i don't use the term lightly. very hard not to scream along with it. only detriment is that wayne the person is kinda an ass in the mmc video but that's no qualm

2. POS: basically the same thing as wayne (oh both have great lyrics btw, this one more so), only gets points knocked for being 2 minutes long and having 30 seconds of that being intro & outro. go danny give us nothing

3. WHY WHY WHY: there's a theme among my top picks--they're all hard-hitting w/ killer guitar. the lyrics are absolute batshit in a good way, but the chorus is a lil flat & i feel like in general it just needed a touch more spice to score the top spot. or maybe it's just seniority & it'll have a coup a few months out idk

4. DEAD RINGER: similar killer guitar & lyrics but this one is Groovy as Hell. don't particularly like his singing in this one & it's too repetitive if i'm feeling grumpy but there's something so magic about after the bridge. top 10 songs to twirl a flag to

5. NOTHING PERSONAL: the minute long outro irks me & it's a little bit empty but plays into that well. groovy, great lyrics, the Sexiest Guitar Solo of the lot, the screaming's a minus but it does have an emotion there. not entirely sure what one but it's there.

6. LET ME LIVE / LET ME DIE: his first time being all over the goddamn place, history was made. amazing guitar, a little worse lyrics than 1-4 i'll admit, the intro Slays me both in a good and bad way. must be a joy to play live where he can just drag out that intro & bridge as long as feels right. at least i liked it in the digital concert like that. would actually kill me in a physical concert, imagine how much stomping gets going to that beat. bonus points for presumable cowbell

7. PIECES: for once not this high for the guitar & lyrics, they're both kinda basic. idk what's about this one but it just takes me to a separate dimension & i love it so much for that. really fills those earholes. also a bit of personal meaning, heard it for the first time on the day we moved into the house i'm currently split-custody-living in (is that tmi?) & the first music video of his i saw. man i love some spaghetti on the wall

8. SLO: basically the same as dead ringer, but knocked points for a kinda lame outro & the subject matter being a little less interesting to me. still lovely.

9. HANGING BY A THREAD: not my normal fare really & the way that the ends of the verses don't really fit in the pacing of them is bleh, but it's just so reminiscent of the songs my brother puts on whenever we hang out together that it just makes me all warm & fuzzy. it's also nicely put together which is something i'll have to start saying for. the later list.

10. SUICIDE ROMANTICS: this is where i start griping about head voice & higher pitches in general. don't like em so the pre-chorus is a lil annoying. also not my normal fare but it's tender & the ending is awe-striking. imo better live where he's loud on that last line before the final chorus. not enough to bump it up though. shoutouts to love and a smoking gun, i still am dying to hear that one

11. THE PAST HAS PASSED AWAY: my favorite lyrics out of the first 2 ep's. only thing wrong with it really is the bridge getting kinda repetitive. love that last chorus heehoo. same schpeel as the Banger Category

12. MMC: this one's lower than the rest of the Bangers for being pop punk which is something the radio has made me dislike, i guess. that trope with the guitar in the second half of the chorus just kills me so much. improves greatly during & after the bridge, love that lil ragtime piano. generally the same bit as before but i do love him doing something un-romance-related. yeah fuck the establishment!

13. THE DEVIL INSIDE: reminds me A Lot of the electronic-ish cassettes i've got from the early 90's but that's just me. this one will probably move up as i get more used to it, but only a little bit. the first part of the second verse makes me like. genuinely uncomfy? but the second part of it's fantastic. ending's ass though what happened to the instrumence. bonus points for using 'reverie' that's an SAT word (maybe). good singing but returning to the gripe at higher pitches, just a little bit though

14. THIS IS OUR LIFE: feels shockingly generic for a des rocs song tbh but there's nothing really wrong with that. adore the bridge. singing's alright. kinda miffed that he doesn't pronounce the 'f' in the second 'life' in the chorus, but it makes sense here. that sort of thing won't later so i'm bringing it up now. guitar's nothing spectacular but fits nicely into the song, probably one of the most cohesive of his (especially in recent history).

15. OUTTA MY MIND: really lives in the same space as slo and dead ringer do in my head (most likely the 'songs to twirl a flag to' zone), but this is by far the worst of the three for when i'm grumpy. just. Very repetitive. back to great lyrics here but it's kinda hard to pick them out (i've heard the song at least 100 times by now & i'm still missing a few lines). still groovin'

16. RUBY WITH THE SHARPEST LIES: what the fuck actually goes on in this song by the way? not the premise or whatever it's just. so all over the place. the verses are incredible but bringing in another vocalist just for one line kills me. bridge is really cool but that one part i don't remember where it is, the one that alternates basically nothing & an Electronic Piano Chord blaring at ya? ruins it. partially anyhow. also can someone tell the people on genius that it's 'carved it in my skin' not 'crawled down in my skin'

17. GIVE ME THE NIGHT: same repetitive issue as outta my mind but it's not groovy enough to save it, shame. feels like a trial run of all the wackshit stuff he's been doing recently, with the additional vocal bits at the end & the kinda weird lyrics. it still has a place in my heart don't get me wrong but it's just fallen in favor of stuff that Commits to banger or batshit (or actually pulls off both strongly, yyy). oh yeah nice guitar alright singing etc etc

18. USED TO THE DARKNESS: similar story to give me the night. i love it i do, but it's just lackluster nowadays. also remember that under-pronunciation thing i brought up in this is our life? this is where that comes back. rampant i tell you! that second verse he just doesn't finish the words & i hate it!

19. DON'T HURT ME: i honestly don't know why this one isn't in D. the chorus bit where he just cuts it short is irksome. the lyrics aren't anything special. i don't know what i like about it. but i can tell it does exactly what it set out to do if that makes sense. respect, respect. and using missile in an analogy, he's getting creative with the vocab

20. LIVING PROOF: kinda got a vendetta against this one i think? i don't know why i hate this one but i do. it's just kinda, blah. like the perfect sort of thing to nightcore up. sentiment's lovely & i do love the lyrics even if they aren't impressive but like. it bores me to an extent

21. TICK (LIVE): separating the version i heard in the digital concert just to give it some credit, this one was actually kinda nice. another one with a nice sentiment & what he was going for is great. no clue what the second part of the second verse has to do with any of this though. and it also begins our final group, the songs that just feel empty. like there's not nearly enough going on. this one's alright though i was just hoping the studio version would add some flair. you can see where that one is though.

22. IMAGINARY FRIENDS: also got a vendetta against pop. kinda hate the sentiment here (contrast!), the chorus just falls short of what the verses prime me for, head voice is rampant, and yet i still swing along to it. it's infectious props to him. love the outro though, monkey laugh and all.

23. MAYBE, I: another empty one, like it's a four-note progression what is that. love his singing in it, and the chorus parts do round it out, but like. eh? it doesn't even give me much to say.

24. BORN TO LOSE: another flop on the chorus! too smooth i say! and i absolutely Despise the pitch-shifting thing going on. not something i was expecting him to express so points there, lyrics are nothing fancy to my Literary Mind though. initially good singing but the chorus he's just sloppy over it. the instrumental is lovely but the vocals just throw it so hard into the bin which is a right shame. fuck that outro too i hate that gimmick

25. I KNOW: here's where the bad batshit comes in. singing is some of his worst imo, does the other-vocalist thing for that bridge, genre i'm not fond of, just a soup of Stuff I Don't Like. not one i'd kill someone over putting as #1 like i can see where it comes from but. mmmmmhhhh bad. cover does NOT help his case.

26. HVY MTL DRMR: empirically i should put this one higher. but the chorus flops so goddamn hard it deserves to be in the bottom of the barrel. the verses are lovely for what he was doing back then! but then just... nothing!

27. RABBIT HOLE: i was so excited for this name but it's just sad boi hours playlist curated by some corporation you hate. probably the most nothing of them all, genuinely where are the instruments. what happened. was this one just shoehorned in as the final track just to pump numbers up. and i swear he had some autotune or something which only makes his voice worse it's fantastic naturally. also that's not what a rabbit hole is! that's not the idiom! a rabbit hole is when you go on a wikipedia spiral from jennifer lopez to group theory! not when you just have a shitty night's sleep or whatever this is! i'm not just miffed i'm downright annoyed

28. TICK (STUDIO): what the fuck happened des. how did you release this. it sounds like a 3rd grader singing for the school talent show it's so out of rhythm. singing's honestly kinda bad & the instrumental has the same problems i talked about in the live version. the last chorus is fine, i guess, but no i don't forgive him for what he did to tick.

#des rocs #yeah i forgot tphpa on the first pass. it's always at least one #i guess i'm pessimistic on the new album? or i just don't like his new direction? idk i just finished it like. today.#wasn't expecting to be able to rank the songs of my Favorite Musician & be happy with it but here we are #tell me why i'm wrong in the notes <3

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"Lights Up" part I

Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: And there was only one bed!!

Peter must deal with the aftermath of what Mysterio did, but he's not alone: Nick Fury and Pepper Stark have a plan, one that includes you, Peter and the tropical desert island of Eroda.

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His lungs were on fire, his legs burning with the strain, he didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to go on. The sharp pain piercing his side was disconcerting, he used to be familiar with it, he remembered as much, but he hadn't felt it in years, not since the spider bite. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had gotten so much as winded just from running, but he had been at it for hours now, ever since he had ditched MJ and his suit in that dingy alley in hopes of Peter Parker being a little more inconspicuous than Spider-Man.

But by then, everyone in the city knew his face, and in the age of the internet and smartphones all it took was one single snap, one tweet, one livestream, to find himself surrounded by an angry mob, screaming for his blood, like something out of an old horror movie. All they were missing were the pitchforks and torches. There was nowhere to hide.

So he ran.

And he kept on running, but even he couldn't run forever. At least not without eating anything, the calorie deficiency starting to take a toll on his super-metabolism, causing him to become dizzy, his reflexes slower.

That was probably why he didn't realize his mistake until it was too late, until he reached the intersection and found himself surrounded: He had been ambushed, led like a lamb to the slaughter. He came to a halt, turning around, looking in vain for a way out, but the circle they had arranged around him was a tight formation, he was either going to have to fight his way out or shoot a web and swing away and he could kiss goodbye any chance left at keeping his identity secret after that…

"Looks like we caught ourselves a spider, guys!"

"Not so brave now, eh boy?"

Peter cursed internally. There was no other way, falling into stance, he braced himself for the fight. But before he could make a move, he saw it. A car, a rather distinctive one, heading straight their way, and it wasn't slowing down. If anything, it seemed to speed up the closer it got to the crowd, forcing people -including Peter- to jump out of the way to avoid being run over.

"Get in!"

He didn't need to be told twice, jumping into the passenger seat, the car speeding away before he even got to close the door completely. You stole a glance at him. He looked tired, maybe a little pale, but uninjured. You sighed in relief. He was there, you had gotten to him on time. He was safe.

Safe and openly gawking at you.

"Y- y/n?"

You flinched,

"Yeah, not my real name" You took your eyes off the road to give him an apologetic look, "Sorry 'bout that"

"Then who are you?" His voice was steel. So much for being grateful for saving his ass, then…

"I'm agent 16 of S.H.I.E.L.D's Special Service. I was assigned to protect you" You threw him a side-glance, "and a little 'thank you' would be nice"

Well, that explained the uniform and you driving Item 20-25. God, he was so stupid! Of course you were a spy, why else would a girl like you even give him the time of day? The pretty girls at his school weren't nice, not to him at least. But now it all made sense, down to the very first time he saw you, beaming at him as Mr. Warren pointed at the empty seat beside him. All the times your hands brushed in class, fingers lingering on test tubes and books a couple of seconds longer than necessary. All those little touches, all the secret looks when you thought he wasn't watching, it was probably all part of your mission. Probably just to get close to him, to gain his trust. After all, you had demonstrated you weren't truly interested in him when you turned down his invitation to prom.

He had cried afterwards. Not much, not like at Ben's funeral, or when Mister Stark… No, definitely not like that, but he had shed a couple of tears that night.

He had lost sleep and appetite over you. Lost hours daydreaming about you, about the fruity smell of your hair, wondering what your strawberry lipstick would taste like. But the truth was, after all this time, after all that staring, all that pinning he didn't know anything about you, did he? Not even...

"Can you tell me your real name?"

"You don't have the clearance for that"

You replied, turning to face him. And maybe he ought to fasten that seat belt after all, or shut up and stop distracting you from the road, cause you were still going too damn fast and breaking all traffic laws known to mankind. Mr Dell's shocked, appalled face after your driving test flashed through his mind.

"Spider-Man has a level 6 clearance" he protested.

"You need a level 9. At least."

"I thought 9 was the highest level" Gods, his frown was adorable.

You just smirked and made another turn, driving through an entrance and a ramp that hadn't been there a second ago.

"We're here" You announced, killing the engine. Peter didn't move.

"Where exactly is 'here'?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D's Manhattan headquarters"

You got out of the car, rounding to his side and pulling his door open, then closing it once he had gotten out. The gentleman in him protested it should be the other way around, he should be the one opening doors for you and helping you out of cars. It was absurd, of course. There, with you in that black catsuit, thigh holsters on both your legs, walking like you owned the place there was no mistaking it: You weren't y/n, his school crush; you were a highly trained special agent, escorting him through the premises.

… Pretty familiar premises, actually.

"Avengers Tower? S.H.I.E.L.D bought Avengers Tower?"

"It was a donation, actually" you explained as the elevator's doors opened to the Stark Memorial Garden, an open garden as majestic as it was massive, located right in the heart of the building.

"A donation? But wh-"

"Peter! Oh thank god!" A relieved voice and the clicking of hills on the stone path interrupted him.

"Mrs. Stark?" Peter let himself be crushed into Pepper's chest, closing his eyes, the tears he hadn't known he was holding back starting to fall as soon as he felt safe in her embrace.

If Tony Stark had been like a father to him, Pepper Potts-Stark was a mother trough and trough. She had tried to step into her husband's role of a mentor for Peter, knowing fully well she couldn't ever replace him or occupy his place; but she would be damned if she allowed that giant Tony shaped hole on that boy's life to go unattended, to bleed out or fester. The kid had already lost so much, almost every parent figure he had ever had. And she knew what that kind of loss could do to precocious boys with too big hearts, had seen it first hand with Tony.

"Mrs. Stark I'm so- I'm so sorry"

"Shhh" She said soothingly, "It's not your fault. You're going to be ok, I promise. We'll figure it out" Pepper sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

"Pete! Six!"

Peter broke the hug just in time to see a little dark haired meteor jump into your arms. He watched, stunned, as Morgan clung to you. He knew once upon a time she had been an outgoing, confident child but ever since her father's death she had grown timid. She didn't open up easily to strangers, Peter being a rare exception, and even that had been solely because of the stories Tony used to tell her about her 'super big brother' adventures. She had developed a sort of hero worship for Peter that only rivaled the one she felt for her father. For her to be so friendly towards you had to mean you had spent a considerable amount of time together, and Peter remembered the tales you used to tell in class about the adorable little girl you babysat sometimes.

"You did it! You found him!"

You smiled at her.

"Told you I would, Morgs. And I always keep my word" He watched you squeeze her again in your arms, he could tell you cared about the kid, probably even missed her while you and him were in Europe. But the sweet reunion was short lived, as soon another voice, more stern, resonated through the garden.

"In our line of work, I'm not sure that can be considered a good thing"

You gasped in mock trepidation, making Morgan giggle and Peter smile despite himself.

"Uh-oh! We've been caught!" You passed the still laughing kid to Peter and stood straighter, trying to sober up. Peter could see the corners of your mouth twitch as you greeted, "Director"

He gave you a nod,

"Agent. Parker, Mrs. Stark. Good, now that everybody's here, we can get a move on"

Without waiting for a reply, Nicholas Fury started walking again, leaving everyone to scramble to follow.

"I know this seems like the end of the world, Mr. Parker, and I'll admit the situation isn't ideal," the intimidating man punched a code into a hidden panel and another elevator opened. "but our main priority right now is your safety. We'll treat this like any other blown cover, following the same protocols we follow when any of our agent's identity is compromised: Immediate extraction and relocation of the agent into a safe house, with an armed escort for protection, of course" He explained as everybody climbed in.

"You're sending me away with a bodyguard?" Peter sounded less than pleased and you couldn't help the pang of sympathy. You didn't like to be pulled off the field either.

"I understand how that could be uncomfortable for you," it didn't sound like he particularly cared, though, "so perhaps it would be less unpleasant with an element you're already familiar with. Agent 16 here is going to be your companion"

"What does that means, Six?" Morgan turned to you, still perched onto Peter's torso, like a baby koala.

"It means I'm going to babysit your brother instead of you, for a while…" You threw the brunet boy a wink and his protests about not needing babysitting died on his lips. It didn't sound so bad, actually. Being cooped up with you in some secret location for an indeterminate amount of time.

"How long would we be gone?"

"As long as it takes for the director and me to fix this" Pepper spoke with the authority only her seemed to possess, the one that could reing in crazy geniuses dash heroes and master spies alike. Fury could only nod in compliance.

"What about May?"

"She's with Happy, already on her way to the lake house"

Peter still looked unsure, but Pepper smiled, eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint surprisingly similar to the one her husband used to have.

"Don't worry, Peter. You'll love the safe house. I know Tony and I did…"

…

Leaving Morgan at the launch bay had been the hardest part. Her tears soaking Peter's t-shirt as Pepper tried to pry the fabric out of her little hands, were enough to break his heart. She didn't want to let her big brother go, probably terrified he wouldn't come back, just like her father. Far too perceptive for a six year old kid, she understood Peter was in trouble, in danger, and she was scared.

Peter was scared too.

How could he not? He might be naive but he wasn't stupid, he knew that no matter the outcome of whatever plan Mrs. Stark and Fury came out with, his life as he knew it was over.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry" Your earnest voice pulled him out of his dark thoughts, "For lying to you, for what Beck did, for everything."

Peter stared at your profile, something he seemed to be doing a lot that day. Who was he trying to kid, he did a lot of that everyday. It actually seemed to be the only normal thing that remained, the one thing that seemed to stay constant as the world shifted and changed around him. He should be mad at you, he knew that. He should feel betrayed, hurt, and he did, a little but it was hard to stay angry at you. Even when you were partnered at school and you failed to do your part in the projects, he used to have trouble not forgiving you the second you flashed those doe eyes at him.

He sighed,

"It's not your fault, any of it. About the lying, you were only doing your job" It wasn't your fault that he had been dumb enough to fall in love with a girl that didn't even exist. "And as for Quentin… that definitely wasn't your fault"

"My job was to protect you. If I had done it right, none of this would have happened" there was a slight catch in your voice "I should have realized he was a fraud, I should have told Nick as soon as I started having doubts about the guy, I should have stopped him before he stole E.D.I.T.H; I should have-" You turned away, pretending to get engrossed in the navigation controls of the Quinjet.

"I should have found that video and stopped it from reaching the news" You finished, voice finally under control, but still not meeting Peter's eyes.

"I was the one that literally handed E.D.I.T.H to him" You felt his hand cover yours over a lever, and looked at him in surprise. He found your eyes, a soft look in his that made your insides fill with butterflies, "He tricked me too. Do you blame me for that?"

"What? No, of course not!"

Your indignation on his behalf warmed his chest.

"Then why blame yourself for the same thing?"

He had a point. Luckily, you were saved from having to answer him by a blip in your instruments.

"Looks like we're here" You commented instead, initiating landing maneuvers.

"Where is here, exactly?" He peered out of the windscreen, into the darkness of the night, trying to get a look. And who knew, with his super senses maybe he could.

"Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific. An island, apparently, a very isolated one..."

"So you've never been here before either?"

"No, this isn't one of S.H.I.E.L.D's safe houses. This one is Mrs. Stark's"

"Oh" Peter smiled for the first time since leaving NYC, "It must be really cool then"

"Yeah, I imagine it is" You smiled back

The house was not how you imagined Tony Stark's safe house would be like. For starters, the wooden construction wasn't even a house, a bungalow would have been a more appropriate title. The one-room little shack stood semi hidden by palm trees on the beach, and you knew the island was probably beautiful, but you couldn't see much in the moonless night.

Inside there wasn't much to see either, just a queen sized bed, a cupboard with a chest of drawers and a recliner by one of the windows. Ever the gentleman, Peter had offered to take the recliner, but you had rolled your eyes and pointed out the bed was big enough for the both of you.

"I don't know why we're so surprised" Peter's voice reached you through the bathroom door, where he was changing into his pjs, "I mean, we've seen the Lake House and, sure, it's very luxurious for a cabin but that's what it is: a cabin"

"Maybe" You replied, flopping on the bed. At least it was comfy "but they have FRIDAY over there. Here we barely even have electricity"

Peter stopped in his tracks as soon as he walked into the room, and you pretended not to notice the way his eyes lingered on your exposed legs, your tiny cotton sleeping shorts not covering much at all.

"It's just, I can't possibly believe Tony Stark didn't installed any defense system on his safe house. I mean, you knew the man better than I did, but doesn't it strike you as a little… odd?"

"Huh? Ye-yeah, I mean, I…" You could see his cheeks turn red. God, he was adorable.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you coming to bed?"

He choked on his own spit, and you had to suppress a giggle. Maybe, just maybe, he truly did forgive you for lying to him. Maybe you still had a chance.

…

Peter couldn't sleep. He could feel the heat coming off your skin through the small distance separating your bodies, your perfume invading his nostrils with every breath. Being so close to you in the dark was torture and yet he couldn't bring himself to get up and go to the chair on the other side of the room. He was pinned to the bed, mesmerized by your sleeping profile, enthralled by the way your chest rose and fell with every deep, steady breath. Irrevocably and inescapably drawn to you like a moth to a flame, too scared to move, too afraid to disturb your dream.

Because it appeared to be a very good dream. He could see the blush spreading from your face to your neck, all the way down to where the neckline of your tank top obscured his view. He could hear your breathing starting to quicken, feel the temperature of your skin rise. He could smell you, sweet and enticing. Beckoning.

Your lips parted, letting out the most captivating little sigh in the history of mankind, and his eyes zeroed in the movement, his tongue darting out to wet his own.

Peter felt his blood rushing south and was disgusted by himself, he felt like a creep. What kind of psycho got off of watching a girl sleep? Yet he couldn't bring his eyes to avert their gaze.

He needed to get out of there, give you some semblance of privacy, as your hips started to twitch minutely, seeking a friction they wouldn't find. You let out a soft whine and he screwed his eyes shut. 'Come on Parker, get a grip on yourself' he thought, trying to gather enough strength to pry himself from the bed, to pry himself from your side. He was about to, he truly was, when it happened.

You rolled over, half trapping him under your body. And it wouldn't have been hard for him to escape if he wanted to. But he really really didn't want to. The voice inside his head telling him it was wrong was growing weaker and weaker with every pretty noise leaving your mouth. Your hot breath was searing against the skin of his chest and he both cursed and blessed the instant he decided to forego wearing a t-shirt to bed in the sultry island heat.

"Peter" You murmured in your sleep and his heart stopped. You were dreaming about him. You were panting and burning up for him, and he knew it didn't necessarily mean anything and dreams were not real life, but your legs fell open, one knee on either side of one of his, and he could actually feel your warm wetness through the thin fabric of your sleeping shorts and his threadbare plaid pajama pants and fuck!

Whatever last trace of logic might remained in his brain flew out the window as you started rubbing yourself on his thigh, finally finding the friction you so desperately needed. His hand went to your waist to stop you, but it ended up aiding you instead, sliding to your lower back, pressing down and releasing rhythmically, rocking you against his leg harder.

He glared at the traitorous appendage, but how could he reproach it it's betrayal, when you were moaning so sweetly? He wanted to commit those sounds to his memory, to tattoo them on his brain to play over every night when he'd found himself alone on his cold bed, one hand around his length and the other over his mouth to stop himself from yelling your name at the ceiling, as he had so many times before.

You breathed out his name again, and his free hand went to his pelvis, of its own volition. He palmed himself over his pants, but that's as far as he would let himself go. He refused to be the guy who jerked himself off next to an unconscious girl.

A new wave of moisture left your core, soaking his skin through the fabrics.

"Fuck!" He cursed softly, head hitting the tall headboard as he threw it back.

"Peter?"

He froze. No. Oh god, please no...

To be continued...

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cozycryptidcorner · 3 years ago

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I'm sure there is a place to complain but I'm just so tired, in some defense, they were incredibly busy, but they were making people's meds as they were picking them up so idk why my dad's was the one that got pushed like that, I went through the long ass line and picked up what I originally thought was everything, they didn't say there was anything else and they made those after I got to the pick up counter, so I go out and dad is like yah no there's supposed to be more, so I go back in, wait in another long ass line and when I get there and I tell em I'm missing scripts, they tell me to go to drop off, so I go to a separate long line and wait then tell the lady that we're missing scripts, she tells me it'll be 20 to 25 minutes of waiting, mind you it's already been an hour or so, so I'm like sure whatever I'll be over in that corner waiting, an entire hour goes by, the pharmacy is starting to empty out and they're close to closing when a different lady asks what I'm waiting for, I give her the name and his bithdate, she looks it up then goes over and starts putting it together, start to finish they spent 5 minutes... I paid and left which is when I got to the car and saw my poor dad in bad shape, so I stopped and got him Wendy's cause he finally had some meds to help him not throw up all his food and I was too exhausted to cook, man was so out of it he couldn't muster the strength to sit up to put his seat belt back on, and I didn't have the heart to nag him about it. We got home and I sorted all his meds out trying to figure out what he needed to take now and what could wait, which is when I realized they originally didn't give us the 2 most important meds so if we had just left with what they gave us he'd be double fucked. So I made little labels for him and explained he needed to drink lots of water and how to take some of his meds, and after he fell asleep on the couch I went to my room cause I have a massive headache from all of this and I still have work tomorrow. Also in case I never told you, my birthday is a curse, and the closer to the day it gets, the worse things get. Happens every year without fail. Pretty suspicious that my dad has been absolutely fine through all of covid and as soon as it's close to my birthday he's sicker than he's ever been in his entire life. I'm a plague upon my family and everyone knows it. It's literally a running "joke" that my birth was a curse because most major bad events seem to coincide with my birthday and it's been like that since the day I was born. I came outta the womb bringing chaos and misfortune and it's yet to stop. Mayhaps that's the depression and anxiety talking but ya girl got a track record. Seriously it's every year and it isn't even like 1 or 2 events, it's usually multiple events that get progressively worse the closer it gets to the date, and usually things don't start to get better for me mentally till about mid to late February. Can it just be March already, I don't think I have the strength for this year. 😭💜🐼

:\ that sounds like a nightmare, I can't believe that. I remember you telling me about the birthday curse, though! I completely understand, I honestly think my birthday's a curse too. The only time I really celebrate it when I'm by myself :| let me send you some things! I've got some Art Stuff I either need to shelve or give out, and I know you're a bit of a maximalist when it comes to decorating.

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the-writers-bookshelf · 3 years ago

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It's still Friday and I did it! I completed the writing challenge for the month of August and also hurt myself in the process with a story I wrote >.<. 25 different stories, 46k words though!! Also hit my 1 year anniversary of writing fanfics!

I haven't had the greatest of days since but I was able to start touching on my friends to lovers fic, Love on the Rocks, that I had mentioned awhile ago. Its not easy since I'm still struggling with what to do next in my story but I'm determined to not let what I accomplished go to waste!

I do want to share a little excerpt from my fanfic, At the Tree We Call Home, that I'm very proud of. Under the cut since it does mention death.

The sun was setting now. “Almost your favorite time of day,” he told her. How many nights had they spent out under the stars? How many nights shared as they pointed out their made up constellations, trying to pinpoint where Earth was?

He smiled, even as he felt the tear fall down his face. He settled into his seat, not removing his hand from where she laid and ready for another lonely night without her. But as he looked out at the setting sun, watching the world turn red and gold in the light, a flash of pink appeared before him. He thought nothing of it. Pink always haunted him as the sun set these past few months.

There it was again! He sat up straighter this time, not quite sure what he was seeing. There had been moment’s where he thought he saw her, in the house, running through the trees, but whenever he had gone looking, she wasn’t there. A trick of the light was what he had to tell himself. But this was no trick.

There she was, standing before him as she had looked the first day he saw her all those years ago. Pink hair braided to one sided, green eyes filled with life and wonder, a smile that still to this day made him weak at the knees, old age withstanding.

“Hey you,” she called out, raising her hand to him. Felix could only stare in shock. It had seemed so long since he had last seen her, last heard her voice.

“Is it time,” he asked, any fear he had felt completely gone from his mind. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Always waiting for that captain to take you on your grand adventure?”

“I’m looking right at her,” Felix said, getting up from his chair and feeling years wash away from him as he moved one foot in front of the other. He rushed forward and wrapped her in his arms, picking her up and spinning her around, falling in love again as her laughter rang out in the empty land around them. He set her down and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m ready to go home.”

The sun had set and still the reds, oranges, and pinks blanketed the tree that Rhea and Felix had claimed as their own. The light kissed the skin of the man, sitting in the chair he had sat in for months, his hand holding still on top of Rhea’s gravestone. The breeze flowed through the leaves of the grand tree that had watched over them in their final days. It continued to watch them on this final night, the only witness to the two as they faded away with the fading light. The final witness to the love shared between these two souls.

Day turned into night and Felix didn’t move again.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! YOU ARE A BEAST FOR WRITING THAT MUCH IN A MONTH!!!! That's FANTASTIC!!!!!

I'm confident you'll figure out what to do next for Love on the Rocks! For me, I always struggle in the middle of my stories, but you just wrote 46k in a month!!!! You can totally figure out what happens next in your fic! :)

and for that excerpt????

WE NEED TO HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST DID TO MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

absolutely HEARTBREAKINGLY beautiful!!!!!

#asks #fab friday writers #captastra

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millytempesta · 4 years ago

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Mine and only.

Chapter 2, chapter 3.

Paring: Bokuto Koutarou X reader

Rating: fluff.

Summary: After another date went horribly wrong, all that (y/n) wished for was for the only man in her life that ever understand her, to become a human.Little did she knows that her pet owl wished for the same thing, and that magically their dream became true.

Warnings: This story will contai SMUT.

A/n: I realized that this chapter is a little rushed, it’s the first time I’m writing somethin, sorry. Also I'm already sorry for all the spell and grammar error, english is not my first language.

Tapping sound is all that can be heard around the office.

Tap tap tap…“Ugh…” a groan can be heard from one of the desks.“My head is killing me…” (e/c) eyes scan the office, almost empty at this hour of the day.The clock shows 8.45 pm ‘Only 15 more minutes left and I’ll finally be able to go back home’. Her eyes land back on her desk, where a small frame is situated. Her small hand takes hold of it, studying the picture inside of it. A dreamy smile appeared on her pink lips. ‘My Bo, he must be worried I’m this late… I need to finish this quickly!’. With a look of determination the (h/c) haired girl turned back to her computer and started typing again.

‘For my Bo!’

“And.... Done!”, with a satisfied nod, she turns off the computer, ready to finally head back home. ‘I should stop by the store to buy some of Bo’s favourite food as a sorry, and maybe some more wine for the weekend’ she thinks happily, moving to the elevator, but before she could even get near it a squeaky voice calls her name. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Wait, I need to tell you something!!!” The blond girl jogged to her with a huge smile on her face. With a sigh, the (h/c) haired girl turned to face her, already knowing what was going to come. “You are not going home, are you?”

“… Yes…?” A whine escapes from the younger girl in front of her. “But it’s Friday night, we don’t have work tomorrow and the day after! Come to have a drink with me and my friends, you’ll have more fun!” With an apologetical smile, she answered “I’m sorry Ichika-chan, but I’m too tired today… Maybe the next time okay?”

But was only met with a disappointed look “You always say so, but never come… You know, in my group of friends there are a lot of hotties, I bet you’ll find someone of your likening”. “I’m not-” the blond girl waved her off “Yeah yeah, you are interested in dating at the moment, because you all heart belongs to Bo… Yeah same story every time, when will you change your mind? You are already 25, you won’t be young forever you know? It’s now that you need to experiment, to truly live your life. Not passing all your time playing the housewife, you can do that once you’ll have your kids.” Green eyes lock on (e/c), searching for something that apparently she did not find, since a defeated sigh escapes from her lips. “Look, I don’t like to nag you every time, I am just worried about you… Since that guy accident happened you stopped going out, closing yourself in your apartment with Bo… You know I like him, but I miss my friend, and I want too some time to spend with her, getting drunk, doing stupid things and talking about sex experience of the night before”. Guilt starts expanding in the older girl for making her friend worry so much and making her feel left alone.

(Y/n) didn’t have many friends, they all stubbed her in the back. Ichika was the only constant in her life, way before she met Bo. She knew about this point that all the little girl said was only for the best, that’s why she always found it almost impossible saying no to her. With a sigh she locks eyes with her “I promise you I’ll come tomorrow night out okay?”. A huge grin spreaded on Ichika’s face, happy that her friend decided to spend some quality time together. “Hey I’m counting on it, I’ll tell the guys too. We are gonna have so much fun tomorrow!!”. With a last hug and excited exchange of location and time, the two went their separate ways back home.

After stopping by the shop, (Y/n) finally arrived home. Opening the door she announced herself “Booo, I’m hoome”. A loud flap sound can be heard before a big gray and black mass of feathers appeared from the bedroom door. “CRIP”. A big horned owl made his way towards the girl, who is waiting for him with her arms wide open. Yes, the guy who is stuck on her head 24/7 is none other than her lively and cuddly pet owl.(Y/n) and Bo met 1 years ago, during her morning jog in the park, where she heard his screaming. A dog had one of his wings in his mouth, shaking the poor bird from side to side. She couldn’t leave him there, so she runned to him and scared the dog away. Turning back, she felt like an electric shock runned through her, when yellow eyes met her (e/c) ones. It was like in that moment, a bond formed between the two, proved when the injured animal itself moved closer to her, letting the girl lift him in her warm embrace. It was only natural for her to take the pet in her home, taking care of his healing and loving him beyond any other relationship that she ever had. In exchange, the horned owl, once healed, didn’t once leave her side, always waiting for her to come back home, and going out hunting for treasure to show her on her return.

“Hi big boy! I missed you so much!” she says sweetly, stroking the bird’s head who is resting on her chest. With an annoyed tone, the owl looked at her “HOOT!” Trying to calm the bird stroking under his chin,“I know, I’m late… I’m sorry, I had lots of work to do” she tried to explain. But that seemed to don’t convince him, as he took a step back and opened his wings to her “Hoot hoot!” showing how he was not happy about it. Fidgeting with her hands, the girl looked at the owl through her lashes, and with her best pout she continued “But I bought you your favorite for tonight… Will you forgive me?”. At that the howl started jumping happily “Hooooooot!!”

A giggle escapes her at the cute image of her happy pet. Moving to the kitchen, she started unpacking the groceries, taking out the rabbit for her pet, and the vegetables to prepare her pasta. After some cooking, she placed their food on their plates and moved to the sofa, where her olw was waiting for her. “HoooOOooT!” he started jumping as soon as he saw her with the food. Giggling she sat on the floor, placing his plate next to her “Calm down, or you’ll spill it everywhere!”. Ignoring her warning, he started devouring the food, sending bits of it everywhere. Shaking her head she turned and started eating her food “At least I know you like it, cooking for you always brings me so much satisfaction”. In response she received a purred like “hoooot”, emphasizing her point.

After they both finished she sat on the sofa, bird laying on her tummy, watching some action movie on the tv, Bo’s favourite.

When the scene with the main character kissing came, a sigh escaped the girl’s lips. “Hoot?” a curious sound came from the big feathers-like-tummy-warmer. Without looking at him she started talking “You know… I miss it…”. Looking down at the confused yellow eyes she continued “I miss being kissed, touched… I miss being in love, being for once the one pampered” Turning back to the screen, another sigh escapes her “I’m going out tomorrow night, I might pass the night out if I’ll find someone…”.

“CRIP” Suddenly the bird stood up and flapped his wings. “Hey I’m coming back in the morning okay? And we’ll have a cuddle day together-” The bird interrupted her flying away in the bedroom “Booo, please, it’s only tomorrow night” no response. After some seconds, worried, she made her way in the room, but found it empty. It’s not the first time the bird went out, so she tried brushing it off and decided to go to sleep, knowing he would be back and cuddling next to her. But after one hour of waiting under the covers, alone, she started panicking.

Bo always came back during night time, never letting her sleep alone. Moving to the window, relief washed on her, seeing her pet sitting on the big tree in their garden. She could swear she saw her bird in an emo-like mode, pouting at her when their eyes met. “Bo… What are you doing there? C’mon, get inside” she said using her sweet voice. The owl seemed conflicted if giving up on his sulking state, but apparently deciding she didn’t deserve his time that night, he turned his back to her. “Bo… I can’t sleep without you… Please… I need you next to me…” at that his ears perked up and, rotating his head of 180°, he looked back at her. Smiling, knowing she already won, she finally said “You are the cutest bird, and best horned owl I ever saw, and I loooOOOoove you!! Can you now come and cuddle on the bed?”. Pumping his chest out -provoking her to roll her eyes- he quickly made his way on the bet, jumping in a way that meant for her to get into bed with him. “I’m coming, I’m coming” she said giggling. Cuddling near the soft feathers, her eyes became heavier. With a yawn she gave her the good night and before falling into the land of dreamland, a whispered “I love you Bo” made his way out of her.

This night couldn’t go worse.

She knew that going out was going to be a total mess. She knew she had to stay at home with Bo, watching some action film and eating meat all day.

But no… She decided to go out…

And now she found herself having to kick out the guy she met that night, who was screaming like a mad man at her, saying the worst offences she ever heard, in complete contrast with the world he was telling her when he was trying to get in her pants, because he tried to hurt her pet. On his defense Bo tried to attack him, having seen him as an intruder on his territory and a threat for her owner, probably not understanding the moans that escaped her while he pushed her against the wall. But she couldn’t find in her to be worried about the man, who risked his eye probably, when he tried to grab Bo’s wings as a defence from his claws. All she could see was her lovely pet, risking to be seriously harmed from a stupid madman. And now she found herself with a sulking owl and a man screaming at her door at 1 in the morning. She’ll have to deal with all the noise complaints tomorrow. “I’m sorry… I should have known better to take a stranger in the house”. No response from the bird, who was now under the small table, back turned to her. “I put you in danger, when I promised you no harm would have come to you in my presence” Her voice started shaking. Still no response. A tear fell from her eyes “I am so sorry Bo” a sob escaped her. Closing her eyes, she let herself cry, knowing how much she fuked up, and that maybe her pet would never trust her again. A soft and warm wing spread across her back, followed by a softer head nugging at her harm. “Hoot…” he sounded so fragile. She turned and looked back at him “I am sorry Bo, it won’t happen again”. The owl nugged his head under her arm, making her space for him to cuddle her side. “Hoooot” the purring-like sound made her smile, a reassurance for her that he was no more mad.

Taking him on her arms, she made her way to the bed, laying down with the soft animal on her chest. That night she fell asleep with the weight on her body increasing, and with the most beautiful voice whispering in her ear a soft “I love you (Y/n), I promise you I’ll protect you from all those men”.

#haikyuu!!#hakyuu x reader #bokutou Koutarou x reader #fanfic #smut #lemon #fluff #reader

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91 Lucifer prompts

Some of my favorite quotes from my favorite devil. (Cut at 15 cause it’s long.)

Lucifer Morningstar

1 “People don’t arrive broken. They start with passion and yearning until something comes along that disabuses them of those notions.”

2 “People don’t have power over us. We give it to them.”

3 “The best thing to do is always to follow your greatest desire.”

4 “Sometimes we are what we are, and we should embrace that.”

5 “Desire shouldn’t be contained, it’s unnatural.”

6 “Why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?”

7 “Life’s too short to hold grudges.”

8 “Believe me, there is no winning when you play by a twisted tyrant’s rules.”

9 “You shouldn’t have to change for anyone. And neither should I.”

10 “I refuse to be a scapegoat for which something I bear no responsibility. It’s a theme in my life.”

11 “Trust me, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know evil.”

12 “If you desire something, just take it.”

13 “Trust me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s desire.”

14 “What I hate more than anything is a liar, a charlatan, someone who doesn’t believe in what they say.”

15 “Hell truly hath no fury like a man/woman scorned.”

16 “No one gives us the right… we take it.”

17 “Mmm, dangerous. NAME likes.”

18 “There was immediate danger. He/she was about to leave this man/woman completely unsatisfied.”

19 “When in doubt, go with the classics. That’s what I always say.”

20 “Guilt is such a useless emotion”

21 “Take a swing and I’ll shove that so far up your ass, you’ll have splinters in your stool.”

22 “What makes us vulnerable is often right under our noses.”

23 “Now tell me, what is it that you truly desire?”

24 “Well, maybe it’s like butt stuff. Easier the second time around.”

25 “It’s always the ones you least suspect, the ones you trust the most, that hurt you. They wait until your guard is down and then wham! In my case, it was tequila.”

Chloe Decker

26 “It’s better to move forward than stay stuck in the past.”

27 “We can’t control what happens to us only how it affects us and the choices we make.”

28 “You have to stop taking responsibility for things that you can’t control.”

29 “Sometimes we get along best with the people we’re most different from.”

30 “Pull yourself together. You look like a homeless magician!”

31 “It’s really not a good day for… your… NAMEness”

32 “You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people.”

33 “If you go looking for loopholes, you’ll always find them.”

34 “NAME’s not another guy/gal. He’s/She’s a weirdo.”

35 “As any parent knows, the best time to get things done is when everyone else is asleep.”

36 “I wasn't afraid of you.”

37 “I don't want you to see me like this. I know it scares you.” “No, that's... that's what I was trying to tell you. I'm not... I'm not afraid of you anymore.” “You're not?” “You see, this is what I'm talking about. It's so sweet. I'm going to puke.”

38 “I miss him/her. I mean, he/she pisses me off all the time. And there are so many things about him/her that ... that I find hard to accept, but I just have to believe I can find a way. Because ... I'd rather have him/her in my life than not.” “Well, then... I think you know what you need to do.”

39 “You're different than me. You're stronger. You could have run, but you didn't. Why didn't you?”

40 “It's not like you haven't always told me the truth. You know? So ... I think, deep down, I just ... I always knew.”

41 “Let's pretend for one second that you're someone else. Someone nice, someone mature.” “Ooh, I love role-play.”

42 “What, you're just gonna leave me here? In this part of town?” “You said you wanted danger.”

43 “Please tell me I'm hallucinating.” “Well, I am dreamy, but try to contain yourself.”

44 “You step out of line one time …” “You can give me a right-good spanking, I promise.”

45 “This cannot be true. Can it? I mean ... if you knew this, why wouldn't you say something? I mean, I almost married him/her. I mean, I almost married him/her.” “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.”

46 “Oh, my God. Did the world just turn upside down? Did you just admit to being wrong?”

47 “You know, it can be scary sometimes, but ... being who you really are is never a bad idea.”

48 “I need you to stay here and watch your dad/mom.” “That's true. Without the two of us, he’s/she's defenseless.” “I don't know if I like what you're whispering about.”

49 “How long have I been out?” “Three years.” “What?!” [NAME starts laughing] “You’re such an ass.”

50 “I couldn't sleep last night, so I stayed up all night working, and, you know, I drank a lot of caffeine. Like, a lot.”

Mazikeen Smith

51 “If you go by someone else’s pace, it shows how much you really care.”

52 “Sometimes you have to accept when someone doesn’t feel the same way about you.”

53 “Self-worth comes from within, bitches.”

54 “I would never ask you to change. I like who you are.”

55 “Hey! No one calls my skank a skank.”

56 “Good. It's settled. Now, where do I put my knives.”

57 “Okay. One, I like to fight when I'm happy or ... horny. And, two, I really don't want to accidentally kill my best friend.”

58 “Maybe next time, I won't be around to save your ass.” “Mm! Well, that is a shame. 'Cause you and my backside used to get on very well. My front side, as well, actually.”

59 “And your name?” “NAME.” “How do you spell that?” “Surprise me.” [Later gets coffee with "WRONG NAME" on it]

60 “Everything that happened showed me exactly why I need to go back.” “I don't understand.”

Linda Martin

61 “Emotions are hard, but that’s why they make you strong.”

62 “Goodness isn’t a toy.”

63 “Sometimes we need to lose something to understand its value.”

64 “Sometimes it’s easier to make intimate issues about something bigger than yourself.”

65 “I find people who are rude usually feel powerless in their own lives. Terrified of not being in control.”

66 “Look... I know I'm not dad/mom, or partner or whatever. But I ...” “No. No, you're not. Come here. You are Uncle/Auntie NAME. And you will always ... be a member of this family.”

67 “Let's talk about what you're dealing with emotionally.” “Yeah, I really don't want to.”

68 “Why is he:she able to refuse my charms? I mean, is this thing on?” [points at him/herself] “Yes, yes. Definitely on.”

69 “How's that saying go? We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.”

70 “Should've seen that one coming.”

Amenadiel

71 “We need the most love when we’re being most unlovable.”

72 “No matter how bad things get, the true test is how we choose to respond to the pain. We suffer, or inflict.”

73 “Cosmos are yummy.”

74 “If you really want to know if you’re a worthy romantic partner, ask yourself.”

75 “NAME. What are you doing here? Did you hurt NAME?” “Only when he/she asked me nicely.”

Ella Lopez

76 “Whenever I’m procrastinating on something, I make an appointment for myself to do it. That way, can’t back out.”

77 “You see what I'm dealing with?”

78 “Hey. No one insults my family, except for me.”

79 [high on "candy"] “I know I should be freaking out right now, but your hair is so shiny.”

80 I'm usually not into reality shows either. I prefer more, you know, scripted-content, documentaries, but... I've got a little extra time these days, so... sort of kind of watched, uh, 27 seasons in two weeks.

Dan Espinoza

81 “We all need someone to have our backs every now and then.”

82 “Ooh, lemon bars. My favorite. Mmm. Oh, man, these are amazing. Who made 'em?” “Uh, NAME did. Would you believe that hunk bakes?” [spits out the bars] “On second thought, who needs the empty calories?”

83 “Say you fall in love with a man/woman who has a cat. What are you gonna do? You accept the cat.”

84 “Are you sleeping with this idiot?” “He/She hasn't had the pleasure, unfortunately, no.”

85 “Dude, I cannot deal with your weirdness right now.”

Trixie Espinoza

86 “We’re wearing the same shirt!” [both] “Sushi shirt!” [from around the corner] “I don’t know what’s going on out there, but I hate it!”

87 “I ate it.” “Mm-hmm.” “But NAME said it was okay.” “Oh, really?” “He/She said, if you really want to do something, you should. And I really wanted to eat some chocolate cake.”

88 “Are you looking at a no-no site?” “No. Why would you think that?” “Because you put it away so fast, and you look really, really guilty.”

89 “NAME, sever their Achilles first. If they can't walk ...” “They can't betray you.”

90 “You need to get a thicker skin. Stand up for yourself, because the truth is, nobody’s gonna do it for you.” — Charlotte Richards

91 “Anybody worth dating should understand everything that makes you … you.” — Ev

#lucifer quotes #lucifer prompts #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #mazikeen smith #trixie espinoza #dan espinoza #linda martin #ella lopez #amenadial #writing prompts #drabble prompts #dialogue prompts

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