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constellaj · 4 years ago

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I do adore your gay Lucky in Love rewrite. But I do wonder how you do a rewrite within the actual episode. Such as Dash's POV of the water park shenanigans (I'm convinced that that the water guns are filled with soda, to get the sprayie sticky) and Dash's POV of the "We're dating now!" hallway moment (maybe Kawn can ask Dash if he's okay) and begrudgingly acknowledging that "Paulina" likes Danny (the look on Dash's face and the "jerk, I mean pal")

I would say that the thing that ought to be redone in Lucky in Love is the characters motivations, for nearly all of them at points in the episode.

I do not buy that Johnny would have wondering eyes when he so devoted to Kitty, and the whole "to make the ex jealous" is a lame trope and Kitty was way to affectionate to Danny for that. I would buy that moving from the ghost zone to the real world is stressful adjustment (hiding from the Fenton ghost hunters and such) could inspire fights and they break-up. And Kitty tries to be on her own for awhile but doesn't know how to handle that, and gets re-bound feelings for the only other eligible ghost-boy around (which Shadow catches wind of which makes him furious and he tries to kill Danny before Kitty make "horrible mistake"). Kitty should have purposefully picked Paulina to possess because she's a high-profile girl who Danny is already crushing on and mean enough to "not deserve" to be in control. And when Danny finds out the truth, I think Kitty could have added the threat of physically hurting if he didn't comply (such as I like Kitty, she has zero qualms about completely taking over others girls lives and expending them, which is scary).

The A-list being a literal exclusive club with limited members is too dumb to be silly. But friend groups splintering and shifting due to one or more friends changing, or when newly-dating teens unintentionally neglect their friendships, is something I do buy. Dash could be so livid about his best-female-friend suddenly and inexplicably dating his crush that he becomes unbearable to be around even for Kwan, who might want to try to make new friends, and give Sam and Tucker a try.

As for Danny, when he found out that Paulina was being possessed by a girl ghost the whole time, it seemed that his initial concern was getting Paulina back in control of her own body, which is the correct response. But then it shifted to him feeling "suffocated" by Kitty. His discomfort should have stayed on the fact that Paulina was being dated against her will, which should make Danny feel sick with guilt.

This turned out longer than expected. You can pick and choose what to respond to if at all.

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(tl;dr for anyone who doesn’t know my lucky-in-love-but-gay rewrite:

Johnny and Kitty are taking a couples’ break, and Shadow, who feeds on romance, is whining like a spoiled dog about it. Shadow goes to find another hopeless romantic to possess to eat up love, and encounters Dash watching the romance channel. Dash gets more and more flirtatious, ghostly, and adopts a biker aesthetic as Shadow pulls at his emotions; not fully possessing him, but amplifying his feelings. Shenanigans ensue when Dash can’t decide if he has a bigger crush on Phantom or Fenton. Danny has to find a way to get Shadow out of Dash before Dash becomes reliant on him. Kitty needs to get Shadow back because, if Johnny doesn’t have Shadow, he becomes much more vulnerable.

biker dash art / full ep post)

this is all super fucking inch resting and im publishing this so the rest of the world can see but like generally speaking i think lucky in love is a shit fucking episode all around and it really can’t be saved. johnny and kittys dynamic is so petty and so inherently “Haha i hate my wife right boomers” that I cannot accept it as a way anyone would actually act and for that I don’t think the episode could ever really be “good.” I like to think of johnny and kitty as hapless mushy lovebirds. their only ‘couple fights’ are saying things like

{ID: a discord script I had with @crystalfloe. it reads: Johnny: Well what do you want me to DO? You know you’re at fault too here- what about all those road trips huh, constant road trips with you snuggling me from behind?

Kitty, scowling: You gave me a BLACK ROSE on my birthday, you KNOW that’s my favorite color!

Johnny: Yeah, you got me the EXACT part I was wanting for my bike even though I only said the name once! You just REMEMBERED!

Danny: Woah hey let’s not fight here.... does this count as fighting?

Kitty: YOU spent the entire day I was sick making me food even though you had a BOYS NIGHT planned!

Johnny: YOU’RE just a BEAUTIFUL LOVING PERFECT PERSON! And now Shadow’s a glutton for ROMANCE!

Kitty: Well maybe if YOU weren’t so SELF SACRIFICIAL and full of UNBRIDLED CARE AND INTIMACY he WOULDN’T BE!

Johnny: How DARE you say I’m the more loving one and therefore the PROBLEM-

Kitty: I’m really starting to hate you and your CUTE FACE, Johnny!

Johnny: Yeah- well, I’m starting to get real sick of your adorable EYES, Kitty!

End ID.}

If you want to rewrite Lucky in Love, to me, you have two options: absolutely decimate canon, or work within it. Decimating canon (ie, making Dash gay) comes with also deconstructing Johnny and Kitty’s toxic relationship into something actually worth rooting for, which in turn unravels the entire episode because the premise is... it’s a bad relationship. If you want to work within canon, the episode as is is pretty much the best you can get, because no way in hell would they let Dash be gay in canon.

While your takes are interesting, it’s not the kind of media I personally would like; the whole “Kitty could have added the threat of physically hurting if he didn't comply“ doesn’t sit well with me at all, so I can’t say it’s something I would ever engage with, personally.

Also, I don’t need canon to be 100% serious all the time, personally I love the bit about the A-Listers having a formal club with like, paperwork and stuff, it’s genuinely funny and also provides a nice clean-cut metaphor for how Danny as an “unpopular” kid might view the way the popular kids work. I don’t think the writers thought that was actually how popular kids work, I think they were playing with it and expanding on how a kid might see it.

You’re right that the focus of the episode should have been on Paulina’s bodily autonomy, which I think the OG was lacking in even as is because we didn’t get anything from Paulina’s POV; she’s treated more as a prop than a person, which, yikes.

But in summary, while this is interesting, none of it is how I would rewrite lucky in love if given the chance; if canon-divergent, I’d probably tweak the biker dash concept; if canon-compliant, I’d try to make it more of a jokey episode, maybe making the conflict between Kitty and Johnny a “I have to get him a secret birthday present without him knowing” instead of a “I am going to make him jealous by cheating on him.”

#danny phantom #ask #unsure-sincerity #adpRewrite

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rinharu-purple · 3 years ago

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NEXT STOP: SUNNY

This event...this brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping and spectacular event has just swept me away with its Mediterranean flair, honeymoon vibes and too many little surprises is just like an experience out of the Cosmopolitan recommendations article.

In this analysis, I will try to pinpoint all the places our lovebirds visit and also point out some of the highlights that warmed up my heart and cleansed my soul. Honestly, this event was something else.

As a rare ocassion, MC and Gavin finally have some vacation time saved, so they decide to go somewhere, where they haven’t visited yet and they decide on it by throwing a dart on the world map, as the spontaneous, devil-may-care couple they are. And their destination is determined to be the land of renaissance, breathtaking landscapes, finest wine and the delicious pizza-pasta and co...Italy

It's quite the route and from what we find out, they travel at times by car, times by train, but they also fly from A to B at some occassions.

Gavin and MC route looks probably like this: Loveland City -> Rome-> Alberobello -> Bari -> Orvieto -> Bologna -> Capri -> Rome -> Loveland City

The following episode is the first thing they do upon arriving in Rome. As it seems, after a long trip, first they chill out for a while in their meticulously chosen with a *bathtub* ;) room.

The following day was pretty foggy in Rome, and as the two brain cells they are, Gavin and MC start the day with a stroll in the City.

The day after they move to Bari over Alberobello and visited the Trulli houses. In this conversation you can clearly see that they are talking about unique white houses, that are lined next to each other... also how lovey-dovey and domestic they are♱♡‿♡♰

As I read the moments "Castle", "Old City" and "Well" I thought they all took place in Bari and that the castle they've visited was Castel de Monte, which is located very close to Bari and is in the top of a hill, so on a particularly foggy day one might get the impression that they were on top if the clouds.

From Bari they move on to Orvieto, where I believe they climb down to St. Patrick's Well which is roughly over 50 meters deep.

I believe the hazelnut ice cream shop they discover is also here, because one of the most famous cities in Italy for their hazelnut production Viterno is just a hop away from Orvieto.

Afterwards they decide to move further to the north to Bologna and spend a couple of days there. I believe this is also the point in their vacation when MC is mildly challenged by the heat, luckily Gavin is there to lower her temperature wherever the wind blows 😉. Unfortunately I cannot add any more pictures to this wonderful city...

From Bologna they take the train to discover some other places in the area and afterwards the fly to Capri, where I believe the real date takes place.

The reason for that is because they buy Limoncello (lemon wine-super delicious liquor btw. ) and Italy's best lemon trees grow in Sorrentino, which is actually located in the mainland of Naples across Capri, but because they mention of being on an island, I assume that they are on Capri as the exciting car chase takes place. Thinking back its really ironic, that MC thinks how pleasantly laid-back and carefree their days are. Those can't ever catch a break huh?

Later, they return to Rome and from there take their flight home and so the most beautiful vacation MC and Gavin ever had comes to an end.

This event was so carefully prepared with much attention to detail, that I enjoyed every bit of it to the fullest. Maybe because I am a great fan of Italy or maybe because I got proposed a couple of years ago during a romantic getaway there, this whole event gained a special place on my " Favorite mementos in MLQC" list.

Aside various memories and episodes, there were also some postcards, which were sent by Gavin and MC to their future selves as a token of this unforgettable trip.

My favorite was this postcatd sent by Gavin to MC, which in my opinion sums everything up very nicely :

O- oh, before I forget, the yellow dress that MC wears during their date was bought in Italy and she paired it up afterwards with also in Italy bought high-heel shoes. So even during holidays she still managed to drag along Gavin for some shopping spree lol.

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petekaos · 4 years ago

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for most of his life, pete has gotten used to finding happiness in fleeting moments. the loss of his mother and sister turned him into a rough high school senior, grades dropping faster than he could count and his hands clenching into fists easily, easier than anything else had come to him. if he closes his eyes, he can remember the first drops of rain on his shoulders as he sat on the swing, far longer than he needed to, and his mother called him inside. if he closes his eyes, he can remember another life, another time, one where he could still hear his sister’s calls through the house. if he closes his eyes, the love that draped itself neatly over his past still warms him.

older and shoulders settling under the loss and all its grief, he turned to his fists. he turned to the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and two seconds of exhilaration, of adrenaline. he turned to the raw power of being in control, for once. under his father’s watchful and yet helpless eye, he turned to some version of himself he didn’t know, yet to find the right mirror. he remembers, once, coming home with blood on his fists and a split lip, his father waiting for him at the dining table with a light on. no questions asked, no answers given, just the sullen and defeated air settling around them, and a plate of food on the table. his father, with all the care in the world, like pete was something fragile--and sometimes, he still thinks he is--patted his head, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and sat with him. pete remembers it was his favourite.

what do you do with all that pain? all that grief? all that loss? where do you put it down? will someone hold it for you, just for a second? will someone let you lean on their shoulder, if only for a breathless moment? will someone let you choke sobs into their skin and still look at you like you the world itself is in your eyes? will someone love you, even despite it all? will someone love you, maybe even because of it all? will someone love you as you bare your dark, ugly, and twisted soul to them? will someone love you and smooth it over, press kisses to it, because you were never tainted in the first place, only growing without light and water? will someone love you?

university, now, is freedom. everything settles and slots into place. pete grows tired of the fight, of the adrenaline, of the need to be violent to himself in a way to rebel and make himself feel. when non appears, it stirs something up in him that he cannot explain, does not want to explain. if he opens his eyes, kao is still there, touched by light and brightened by sunshine and gentle with him, always gentle, loving. but when he closes them, he sees him slipping away, just like everyone else. he closes them and sees everything play out in his mind, every single road of terror leading him to the same place: he will love, and he will lose, because the story always goes that way. he has never been enough for anyone to stay. his fists clench, again, thirsting for the thrill of the fight and the fire coursing through his veins for a spark, a feeling, and--nothing. it never helped. a two second relief of knowing he’s human, fading away immediately after. when he closes his eyes, he sees kao slipping away and non’s arrogant smile pulling at his mouth. when he opens his eyes, he sees kao firmly there, the tiredness deepening itself into the way his eyebrows furrow and his shoulders sag, but still energetic enough to offer pete a small smile and an even softer kiss. when he opens his eyes, he sees himself, in the shape of non. rough and tough, angry and insecure, latching onto the first person to show them any kind of love or care. the only difference is that pete had his father staying up for him, no matter how late it got and no matter what fight pete dragged himself back from; he had his friends take notes for him and shove them in his direction under the pretense of annoyance but their eyes betraying the care they held for him; he had kao, always there, never wavering, rooted.

in the end, love is everywhere to be found. over the years, pete learns to keep his eyes open and trained to find it. it’s in the way that he catches non before it’s too late, in the way that so many others caught him, and the kid breaks down at young gear in his arms about never finding anywhere to fit in, about his homophobic father, about never really being interested in kao, only the way someone cared for him, and in the way pete held him, let him cry it out. it’s in the way that june rolls his eyes every time he sees him and kao together, light drowning them in joy and laughter, and says, “you lovebirds.” it’s in the way that thada pulls him aside, once, after a presentation where pete’s hands shook and his voice snagged on thorns and he couldn’t get any words out, and says, “pete, that was your best one yet. i’m proud of you.” it’s in the way that sandee pushes him coffee on the mornings he forgets and says, “i remembered your order from last time.” it’s in the way that mork offers him the small lilt of a smile before tossing him a helmet and saying, “did you eat today? let me take you out. my treat.” it’s in the way that gift called him once, unprompted and out of the blue, to say, “p’pete. take care of p’kao. but let yourself be taken care of, too.” it’s in the way his father calls out to him from the kitchen every now and then, asking, “will kao be home for dinner tonight?” it’s in the way kao’s mother always makes his favourite dish whenever he comes over, and when he says she doesn’t have to, not every time, she simply smiles up at him, patting his cheek, and replies, “you are my son. i want to see that light happiness on your face whenever i can.”

it’s in the way kao breathes, the way he stretches himself out in the sunshine like he belongs in it, like the way the light dances across his skin and makes him glow is something natural. it’s in the way kao sees through him and loves him with every fiber of his being. it’s in the way the exhaustion seeps through him and yet he still smiles at pete like it’s the day he fell in love, like he falls in love with him more and more with every day that passes. it’s in the way that he whispers things when he thinks pete’s asleep and can’t hear him, curled up into each other’s bodies like it’s home--and it is. it’s in the way that when kao steps into a room, pete knows without looking up, a sense of safety and comfort shuddering its way through him. it’s in the way kao laughs, without a care in the world and pete is struck smiling. it’s in the way that kao just needs to lazily hold his hand and swing it between them when they’re out walking and taking in the air, and how that says everything pete’s yearned to hear, but never admitted. it’s in the way everyone around him loves, and loves differently, but still rich with tenderness and gentle touches and care.

you’re not alone. someone will love you. someone will shoulder all that pain with you. one day, you will be able to open your eyes, breathe, and realise that you are right where you need to be -- enough.

#dark blue kiss #dbk #petekao #yeah i barely proofread this and this is also a shitty time to be posting but oh well #rahul.txt #rahul writes

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kyber-crystal · 4 years ago

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Undercover

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.6k

Summary: In which an undercover mission to catch a group of infamous HYDRA bosses has you ending up with much more than you bargained for. You were expecting to have several surprise thrown your way, but never would you have guessed this included discovering your true feelings towards a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed Captain.

Warning: horrible writing because this is an old oneshot, mentions of blood, slight!angst, fluff

A/N: the ending sucked and I apologize. and even the gif’s horrible quality couldn’t ruin his beautiful eyes omg asdlfjdl

"Party of four, under Chris Evans?"

"This way, please."

You linked your arm through Steve’s and you, him, Clint, and Natasha followed the waitress to your tables right across from each other.

"You see them yet?" Natasha murmured into her wrist communicator as she placed the velvet-red napkin over her lap, covertly sliding her gun from her purse into her thigh holster, and you did the same once seeing her do this, slightly lifting up the edge of your shimmery, navy blue dress. "Y/N?"

"No..." you muttered as you observed your surroundings, unable to catch anything suspicious about the scene around you. "Clint?"

"Not yet," the archer replied, "Cap?"

"I don't think they've arrived yet..." Steve’s eyes narrowed as he glanced back towards the entrance. "We'll keep an eye out for 'em."

"Roger that."

"So, I heard the seafood pasta here is really good," Steve spoke up to break the awkward silence that had fallen between you since you'd been seated, "and the pizza."

"Not pineapple, right?" you raised an eyebrow at him as you took a sip of water, "If it's pineapple, I'm out."

"In case you're forgetting, this is an Italian restaurant, not Hawaiian," he reminded you. "So no, it's not pineapple pizza. That stuff's a big no for me."

"Are you kidding me?" Sam groaned into his mic as he sat around in the lounge with the others back at HQs. "You guys really suck at this stuff."

"What do you mean, Wilson," you sighed as you fiddled with your necklace. "Don't be weird."

"Is this really y'alls idea of flirting?" the Falcon scoffed. "You guys are supposed to pose as couples to divert attention from yourselves, not act like some twelve-year olds debating over whether pineapple belongs on pizza or not."

"Come on, kick things up a notch, will ya?" Pietro took the mic from Sam's hands, "Even Bucky could do better, and you know he's terrible at acting. Tony’s standing behind me right now, Y/N, and he says if you don't play your part he's eating all your toast when you get back."

"The agents haven't even arrived yet, Speedy," you rolled your eyes, "don't need to keep up my act when there's no one around to watch."

"Actually," Steve began, lightly nudging your foot underneath the table, "keep a close watch on that table of six up front. They're looking pretty suspicious. Nat, Clint, did you get that?"

"Yup," Clint replied, taking note of the six men, who all dressed in identical black suits at a round table across the room close to the entrance. "I see them."

"Play your part, lovebirds, play your part," the speedster reminded you. "Alright, I'm out."

"Clint, you get a scan on those guys?" you asked. "Rhodey wants us to send the data back as soon as we can."

"Doing it right now," he responded, pulling out a small tablet from Natasha's purse, "Nat, keep an eye on them. Something goes wrong, then you and Steve gotta back us up."

"Yeah, got it."

"Wait, hold on a second," Steve lowered his voice, "something's not right. Wasn't this place completely occupied just a few minutes ago?"

You looked up and realized that half the restaurant was now empty, the chairs where the men had been sitting at pushed in and plates left untouched. "Where the hell did they go?"

Just as you were beginning to come to your sense, the lights flickered on and off and a loud gunshot echoed off the walls, glass shattering and people frantically clamoring around as they hurried to grab their things and get out of the place.

You quickly stood up and slid your gun out of your thigh holster, loading it up as you grabbed the sleeve of Steve’s suit and tugged him around the corner to the kitchen.

"You guys okay?"

"Yeah. You and Nat?"

"We're fine. Keep an eye out for them. They're splitting up and calling others over; it won't be long 'till they all get here."

"Well," Steve breathed out, leaning against the wall to catch his breath, "what now?"

"What do you think? Take them down and try not to get killed in the process," you panted, undoing your updo and tying it into a high ponytail, "We've done things like this before. Now shut up, will you? They'll find us right away if you don't be quiet."

"Too late, they're gonna find us now," he rolled his shirt collar down and wrung out his hands, "and it's a dead end. We go out and we're surrounded."

"Shh," you put a finger to his lips, "they're coming."

"What do we do, then? I think they'll be pretty suspicious of two people trying to take cover under the tables.”

"I don't know!"

"Then what?"

"Promise me you're not gonna freak out," you gazed straight into his icy blue eyes as you heard footsteps echoing throughout the hallway. "Don't blow our cover."

"Okay? But what are you—"

"Just go with this," you muttered, and you took his face into your hands and pressed your lips to his. What you once thought were mere butterflies in your stomach had now erupted into that of hummingbirds rushing around your insides, with a feeling of electricity flowing through your veins. It's just an act, you reminded yourself, but even when you pulled away you swore your lips felt as if they were on fire.

"Sergeant? Come in. You find them?"

"Negative," the man with the red tie spoke into his walkie-talkie as you and Steve pulled apart, breathless, "it's just a couple that had one too many drinks. They must've escaped. Sweep the nearby locations and the area outside, then report back to me."

"Yes, sir."

"How the hell am I supposed to fight in a floor-length dress," you muttered under your breath as you bunched up your dress in your hands and kicked off your heels, "damn, dressing up fancy is uncomfortable. Don't know how Tony does it."

"Glad I'm not a woman," Steve joked. "I don't have to put on a bunch of makeup whenever I go out."

"I did this," you gestured to your face, "against my own will."

He went over to the storage closet, pulling his shield out from underneath the rags. “Alright, let’s go get ‘em.”

“Where and when the hell did you - how did you get tha-”

Just as the man who'd come across the two of you was rounding the corner, you locked and loaded your gun, shooting him straight in the back of his head and he immediately slumped to the ground.

"One down, five to go."

"Four," Steve interrupted as one agent attempted to go at him from behind, delivering a solid kick right to his solar plexus before slamming him to the wall. "You're brutal, Y/N."

"Well, you can't be nice to an organization that's attempting world domination, can you?" you shouted over the noise as a dozen more men filed in and began opening fire. "Get behind me!"

"I’m Captain America, I don't need your protection!" he yelled back as he swung his shield out, the vibranium soaring smoothly through the air before swiftly knocking down four men all at once.

"Make your way out as soon as you can," Natasha stated, "we're taking the ones outside, then we gotta head back."

"Still handling them!" you grunted as an agent wrestled you into a tight headlock, pressing a small blade up against your neck. You're lucky that you're much smaller than him, so wriggling out of his iron grip is easier for you to do.

Slamming your elbow against his chest to knock him down, you whip out your twin daggers and drive them into his abdomen, trying not to flinch when you yank them back out and blood splatters across the marble floors.

You barely make it out the doors before you stumble and nearly trip over your own feet. Your vision starts blurring and you feel dizzy, and everything blurs together into one hazy mass. You can barely keep yourself upright for longer than a few seconds at a time before your legs give out underneath you.

Steve quickly catches you before you can sink to the ground, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the car.

The rest of the ride back to the compound is dead silent. Earlier you'd been too wrapped up in trying to not get yourself killed to fully let the kiss with Steve sink in, but now it had come crashing down all at once.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, "for what I did back there. I didn't mean it."

"It's okay," he murmured as you leaned into him and rested your head against his chest.

He tries to ignore the sparks that shoot up his body at the feeling of your body leaning into his, and the way your lips felt so perfectly molded to his because it was done to throw the agents off your backs, and he's not supposed to feel anything more for you.

He tries to ignore how his heart breaks just a little at the fact you didn't think of it as any more than an act.

But he brushes the thought off. Because Captain America isn’t supposed to catch feelings for his teammate. He especially cannot fall in love with his best friend, as that would be unprofessional and go against all the rules he previously set out for himself - which were to avoid loving someone as more than a simple friend as much as possible.

...

You let out a sigh as you slide your dress over your head, standing in the shower and letting the hot water run over your body, staying in there for a bit longer than normal before deciding to step out. You change into a pair of sweatpants and someone’s sky blue hoodie, before heading downstairs to the lounge.

"Wow, so you're indeed alive," Thor comments as you pour yourself a latte and sit down on the couch, wrapping yourself up in a fleece blanket. "And surprisingly, not beat up."

"You got stabbed in the eye before, so you're not one to talk," you sassed.

"Lady Y/N, I would not appreciate it if you came back in a body bag or something. I very much need you around because I live off your snickerdoodle supply."

You scoffed. "Oh, that's the only reason why we're friends?"

"It most certainly is not! You are a wonderful woman..."

"Liar."

"I'm going to go upstairs and beat Sir Samuel's ass in Mario Kart for the second time, so you can get the TV here to yourself. You may watch all the rom-coms you want," the Norse god stretched his arms in the air and stood up.

"I don't watch rom-coms. I Love Lucy was the only exception, and that was because I was bored and Steve was the only one who was free last Saturday afternoon."

"Alright," he replied before going upstairs.

You lean back against the couch and throw an arm across your face. The memory of kissing Steve keeps replaying in your mind over and over and over again, and as much as you'd like to forget it, a part of you doesn't want to, because despite the inconvenience of the situation, it still felt so perfect. You swore your lips were still burning from it.

His lips that were so soft and warm against your own, the way he gently held you as if you were something fragile, the way he made you feel.

"Well, you look rather depressed and unhappy," you heard Steve comment as he came up to you from behind. "You alright?"

"Totally," you replied in a sarcastic tone as you stood up, throwing the blanket off yourself and coming around the sofa to stand in front of him. "You need something, Rogers?"

No," he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "I just wanted to check up on you and see if you were okay."

You exhale, and you lean forward and put your forehead on his chest, allowing yourself to get lost in him for a moment, lost in the way he made you feel despite all your efforts to try and do the exact opposite. You didn't let your arms go around him like they so badly wanted to. You didn't let the rest of your body melt into him or even your cheek find its way against the soft cotton of his shirt because you knew if you took things a step further, you'd fall in too deep and would cross the line.

"I'll only need a moment. I'm not planning on staying like this forever," you mumble. "I just needed some company."

He chuckles and wraps his strong arms around you. "It's okay, I have plenty of time. There's no need to rush."

Steve pulls you closer, but your arms were still crossed over your chest to create a necessary barrier between the two of you. You remembered telling him once that there was no better feeling in the world than having the right person holding you in their arms, and it was true. Hearing his breath in your ear, his warm breath falling against your neck, feeling the steadiness of his heartbeat against you, and the warmth of his body seeping into your sent a tingle down your spine. He bent down so that his head filled in the space next to yours, settling against the crook of your neck.

You decide to just swallow your protests for a bit and ignore the wild thoughts racing rapidly around inside your head. You don't want to remember what had happened earlier. You don't want to remember the past nor what was to come in the future. You just wanted to stay in the present with no other cares or worries in the world. And for the briefest of moments, your wish seemed to come true.

But then you come to your senses and realize what exactly you're doing, pushing your arms against him and he releases his hold, though he does so hesitantly. This wasn’t right. You were acting like a complete child - in front of Steve, for all that matter.

You wiped at your cheeks with your sleeves. "Thanks, but I think I'm okay now."

"Y/N, if this is about earlier..."

"I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about it," you mumbled, wrapping your arms around him again, "I keep telling myself it was just for a mission, that if I pretend I don't have feelings then maybe it won't hurt as much to have my heart broken."

“You don’t need to pretend,” he said quietly, “if I feel the same way.”

"What do you—"

He cuts you off by sliding a hand up to the back of your neck and pulling you to him, his lips gently pressing against yours once again. But it feels more relaxed, more natural than the last time you'd done it several hours ago. Nonetheless you still get that electric feeling, the feeling of fireworks exploding in your body and fire lighting up and running through your veins upon his touch, your heart racing at what feels like a million miles per hour as he rests his hands against your hips and yours go to the sides of his face.

"That was better," he breathes out as you pull apart, and you can't help from cracking a small grin.

"It was."

"Don't be a cockblock," Bucky growled as he gripped Sam's forearm, preventing him from bursting into the lounge. "Leave them alone for once. They deserve a break."

"Like you aren't one, either."

“Y’all are damn children!” Sam shouted from the hallway. “Act your age! Thirty-something year-olds don’t act like this!”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut it, Wilson.”

“Eh. I ship it, anyway.”

#avengers imagines #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel fic #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers one shot #captain america one shot #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction

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all-things-skam · 5 years ago

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Omander doing lots of PDA at school and the others calling them out for it

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Ship: Ander Munoz + Omar Shanaa (Omander)

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Going to the same school as your boyfriend was awesome.

For the past few years Ander had watched his friends sucking faces in the halls at school and now, it was his turn to share kisses in-between classes or sneak off during lunch.

Being from different social classes, Ander never thought this day would happen. But, the day has come and Omar signed up at Las Encinas' program - thanks to Azucena for helping him get a scholarship - and Ander couldn't be happier. Not only will they attend the same school, but there will be better future opportunities for Omar than what his old school would have offered him.

Despite both re-doing their final year, Ander and Omar didn’t have all classes in common, which made it harder than they would have liked to see each other at school. But, for the classes they did have together, they made sure to sit at the same table.

At Omar's old school, English wasn't a priority subject. It didn't hold as much importance in your grades that it does at Las Encinas which was an issue for Omar - who wasn't the best at English. It was easier to learn than Spanish - or Arabic -, but he had to maintain good grades in order to keep his scholarship, which meant he had to listen and pay attention in class. In other words, not let himself get distracted by Ander.

This task was easier said than done. Omar was trying to listen, he really was, but Ander slid his hand on his thigh as the teacher had their back to them, explaining something on the large board and all Omar wanted to do was lean into his lover's touch...and open his legs wider.

A small crumpled ball of paper was thrown at their desk, forcing Omar to snap out and look back over Ander's shoulder, catching Rebeca a few seats behind them. She winked at them and Omar knew: she saw.

Having your next class at the other end of the school was annoying. After going through such long chemo treatments, Ander was still hit by fatigue easily if he made too much effort. It was a pain in the ass and he didn't like using his cancer after-effects for excuses when teachers asked him why he was late. He had gotten enough pitiful looks last year.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Ander’s arm as he passed the hallway and pulled him aside. His first instinct was to shake the person’s hand off him, but once he looked up and recognized his lover’s face, he leaned in and smiled.

‘’Hi,'' Omar said, pressing their foreheads together. Ander brushed his nose with Omar’s, his smile widening as he kept talking. ''Where were you going?''

''My Spanish class...but Spanish can wait.'' He cupped Omar’s face and kissed him, resting his back against the row of lockers, unbothered by the few students passing by.

At first, Ander was hesitant about showing PDA at school, a part of him still worried about others’ eyes on him, but he quickly stopped caring, unable to resist Omar wearing his Las Encinas uniform. Damn, he looked hot.

Ander knotted his hands behind Omar's neck and deepened the kiss, feeling Omar’s hands under his blazer, pulling him closer. One of Omar’s hands moved to Ander’s hair, loving the feel of his newly-grown curls. The first bell rang and Ander ignored it. Just a minute more, he told himself. His next class was two doors down, he can make a quick run if needed.

''Catch a break, you two,'' Guzman said, walking past them in the hallway.

Ander flipped him off, continuing kissing Omar just to annoy his friend.

‘’You’re gonna be late to Spanish. Come on, Ander.’’ Guzman grabbed his jacket and pulled Ander away from Omar, knowing he would go back to kissing Omar and arrive late to his class if he didn’t intervene.

‘’Hey! I wasn’t finished.’’

Guzman ignored his complaint, dragging Ander away, causing the latter to almost trip in the middle of the hallway. ‘’See you later, Omar.’’

Behind them, Omar chuckled and shook his head.

Omar pulled Ander's tie, knowing Ander loved when he did that, causing the latter to smile through the kiss and force Omar to step back. A soft clatter of metal echoed through the locker room as Omar's back hit the locker.

''Are you just going to tease me or are you going to...do something?'' he asked Omar, leaning to whisper into his ear although they were alone in here.

Sneaking to make out in the locker room during lunch hour was something the couple did regularly. They used to go in an empty classroom, but a teacher almost caught them twice and Ander didn't want to get sent to his mom's office for being caught making out with Omar. How embarrassing would that be? They already have to be careful at home and Omar is certain Azucena heard them more than once because Ander cannot be quiet to save his life.

''That depends on you,'' Omar said, leaving Ander’s lips to kiss his jaw and neck, jostling the thin silver hoop dangling from his ear as Ander tugged at Omar's white shirt, trying to untuck it from his pants. It wasn't an easy task, but he got it out, in the end.

Ander pulled his eyebrows, confused. ''On me?''

Omar hummed in response, hooking a finger through the other’s belt loop and tugging him closer, causing their lower halves to brush. It was a small move, but it had a lot of effects on Ander who, once again, proved his incapability to be quiet, hissing in pleasure and at the friction between their growing erections.

They hadn't been kissing for long, but not a lot was needed to get a reaction below the belt. After all, they were still hormonal teenagers.

They resumed back to kissing, adding too much tongue to be school appropriate, and Ander reached up under Omar’s shirt, trailing his blunt fingernails across his back. Omar got started on Ander’s shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as he could before getting to his belt and doing the same.

Ander removed his shirt, throwing it somewhere just like his and Omar’s blazers, feeling too hot for wearing this much clothes. In times like this, uniforms were very inconvenient.

Omar started kissing down Ander's chest and stomach, giving his milky skin a little bite just above the waistband of his underwear as he slowly sunk to his knees. As the palestinian boy was taking his sweet time, Ander's hands found home in his boyfriend's dark hair, pushing his hips forward in a silent message, begging him to get to the point and pull his damn pants down already. Maybe he was impatient, but they were in school, not at home in Ander's bedroom. Time was limited.

Pants pooling around the brunet's ankles, Omar caressed Ander's thigh, the hair under his fingers rising at his touch, making Omar smile as he watched the effect he had on his boyfriend.

Too caught up in their own bubble of pleasure, neither boys heard the door open and close shut. It's only when Omar was about to pull Ander's underwear down and a new voice echoed that the horny lovebirds were pulled from their love drunk haze.

''Someone's having fun in here,'' Guzman pointed with amusement, making Ander snap out of his sexual trance, his jagged breath and impatient grunts cutting short as he saw his best friend standing there, front row to an almost-blowjob between his best friend and boyfriend.

If it had been anyone else, they would've turned around and left, but Guzman smirked, a little too amused by the situation. To make things even better, it wasn’t the first time Guzman caught them at the wrong time. It's like Guzman had a knack to be a cockblock.

Omar rose from the ground to sit on the bench facing the lockers, a deep red blush settling over his cheeks and traveling down his neck. A part of him was embarrassed, but he had to admit that it was still a bit funny. Ander, on the other hand, wasn't humored. At all. He groaned in annoyance and embarrassment, his hard on very visible as it strained the fabric of his underwear, leaving little to imagination.

''Tables have turned, I see. Now, you're the one who likes to play risqué.''

Ander narrowed his eyes at him. He was going to murder him. Why did he have to walk in now? Why?

''Guzman! Get out...'' Ander shouted in frustration.

Guzman's laugh echoed as he left the locker room and Ander let his head fall back against the locker, hands covering his face. As soon as the door shut behind him, Omar was about to get back to his knees and go back to where they left off, but Ander moved away, Guzman's impromptu entrance having completely killed the mood.

''If anyone should be embarrassed by this, it's me. I'm the one who was on his knees,'' Omar pointed out. ''At least it was just Guzman.''

''That may be, but I’m the one that won’t hear the end of this for weeks.’’

Omar chuckled. ''Admit it, we kinda asked for it.''

Sneaking to a place where there was no lock. What were they thinking? They were bound to get caught.

A smile bloomed on Ander's lips, a soft laugh escaping.

#omander #omar shanaa #ander munoz #ander x omar #omar x ander #elite #omander fic

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queerchoicesblog · 4 years ago

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One Night At The Moulin Rouge

Hiya, folks! So, as previously announced, the wlw writing project continues after a break with a miniseries set back in the City of Lights - & Love - at the time of the Belle Epoque, at the turn of the century.

The story begins with an introductory chapter dedicated to our main character, Léa, our young seamstress finally makes it to “The First Palace of Women”, the Moulin Rouge. What does the night have in store for her?

Hope you enjoy it: if you do, please consider spreading the word!

Next chapter out on Friday: double update this week!

Tagging: @scottishqueer

Previous chapter: Paris, Paris

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He shouts at our friends behind us and we sprint off into the night. I lift my skirt and laugh as the streets and buildings around us change and we make our way through the crowd of the boulevards running as if our lives depended upon it. A passerby even asks us if we were in danger: we laugh again in full response and the old man shakes his head, muttering something about how foolish modern day youth is. When we finally spot the red windmill, we're out of breath. My lungs burn and my heart is hammering in my chest but...what a fun we have already had! Marcel pushes his way to the crowd gathered outside and shows the ticket to a steward, panting. "The show has already started" he announces, giving us an unreadable look, half annoyed half amused. We all exchange a look. It's Alain who speaks: "Then why don't you let us in so we won't miss the rest?"

I did my best to refrain a snort right in the face of the steward, who apparently notices it. Eventually, he steps aside and let us in, informing that the cloakroom is on the left. We ignore it completely, too concerned to miss the show and head straight to the dance hall. The place is packed and...stunning. I gasp at the sight of the gorgeous extravagant decors and the rows of table with gentleman and even some ladies all dressed up and sipping what looks like expensive champagne. It's like stepping into a....dream. Marcel snaps me out our my dreamlike state placing a glass into my hand. When I look at him, he nods to the table in front of us: whoever is sitting there is not here at the moment and my cheeky friend just stole their glasses, one for me, one for him. I'm about to playfully chastise him when he gestures to keep quiet and pulls my hand, moving forward into the crowd. I follow him careful not to spill my drink and we surf the crowd until we find a free standing spot by one of the columns, behind the rows of tables but with a good view of the stage. We cling our glasses giggling and take a big gulp. The champagne is cold yet burns down my throat after our mad run. I like it though: I've never had champagne before, too expensive. A woman is singing a catchy song on stage, strumming a little guitar while a couple of dancers make their long skirts twirl in the background. The lyrics are bright and a little facetious, eliciting rounds of laughters among the audience. With a sultry smirk, the singer starts the refrain and the orchestra joins. The song must be popular among the audience since everyone immediately starts singing along and whistling. I think I've heard it too, can't remember where though. The standing spectators like us attempt to dance and I find myself aching to move freely to the tune too but there's little space in our corner. Marcel and I sway on our feet and I catch the singer winking at us from the stage. Her performance ends too soon and is welcomed with rounds of enthusiastic applauses from the audience. The singer and the dancers flash smiles to everyone and make practised reveries. Before disappearing behind the velvet at the bottom of the stage, the singer examines the audience with a playful look and speaks loud enough to be heard even by us in the last rows. She invites us all to save our enthusiasm for the next act because, according to her, the best is yet to come. "Are you ready for la quadrille?" she asks. Everyone goes wild cheering and whistling. Marcel is one of them. We exchange an excited look: la quadrille is the main attraction of the Moulin Rouge! Only the most talented and gorgeous dancers perform it or so I've heard. Our eyes converge back to the stage when the notes of Offenbach resound through the auditorium. My breath catches when a multitude of girls in titilatting colourful costumes takes the stage and hold up their skirts to perform the most extravagant choreography I have ever seen. Well, I've seen the can-can already in ballrooms but those were amateurs compared to these ladies. They rise their knees high and make a quick rotatory movement before holding their ankle and rising their leg vertically while turning on the other leg. I cannot fathom how they can do it and with a charming smile on their faces...the dance may be scandalous to many but they perform with such grace it's a joy for the heart and eye. The rhythm is furious, joyful and we all soon clap our hands to the beat: it's contagious! A male dancer make his entrance too out of the crowd of women and I'm pretty sure he's an acrobat or a contortionist because I have never seen a single soul jump so high and walking backwards with his head between his legs...it's crazy! The dancers continue their routine with a cheerful grace out of this world. They line up in a long row and make us go wow with a stunning series of cartwheels and splits. They remind me of the breathtaking fireworks we saw at the opening night of the Exposition Universalle in March. With a bit of luck we managed to get a ticket and be there....what a night! Fireworks bathed in the new Tour Eiffel and for a moment it looked like it was day in the middle of the night. There was a magic show that evening, I remember: I ducked like a fool behind Marie when the blindfolded magician threw daggers in his poor assistant's direction. These dancers are like those fireworks. I don't even pay too much attention to the fact that their undergarment is showing as they dance...I laugh to myself thinking I must be too used to female undergarments working as a seamstress. But I let out a loud gasp when they kick the high hats the spectators of the first row are holding out with the tip of their boots. A playful yet skilled high kick that make the hat fly high before landing back on their owners head. When the act ends with a last round of splits, I'm in awe. Dizzy, so dizzy it takes me a moment to clap my hands and cheer loudly just like the spectators around me. The dancers leave the stage among thunderous applauses. "That was incredible!" I comment and Marcel agrees enthusiastically. I look around to see if I can spot Marie and Alain but I have no luck. The acts are over for the night and the spectators crowding the room takes their time drinking and smoking, Marcel gestures me to follow him. The lovebirds are nowhere in sight so I take his hand. He leads us to the other side of the room right into the backstage area. "I don't want you to be all alone among those drunks" he explains, guiding me forward down a corridor. "And I'd like to introduce you to my friend" He stretches his neck out and after a moment he waves to another young man smoking by a door open on the street. "Lucien, you old dog! Come, Léa, this way!" The musician waves at us too and loosens up his tie. He pulls Marcel into a manly hug and vigorously shakes my hand. I thank him on behalf of all of us for his kind gesture and he shrugs. "Marcel's friends are my friends. I hope you guys had some fun tonight" We chat a little then when the boys start bantering with each other and talking of common acquaintances I have never heard of I give them some privacy. I quietly wander down the corridor and take a look around. I rest my back against the wall to free the way and take a deep breath. Who would have known I would sneak into the Moulin Rouge tonight? Me, a humble seamstress from the North. Ah, if only my colleagues or -even better, my so very Catholic mother- could see me now! Marcel outdid himself tonight with such a wondrous surprise...one of the best cabaret theatre in whole Paris! Out of the blue, the door at my side slams open and someone gets pushed out, laughing loudly and sloshing wine over the rim of their glass right onto my dress. "Shit!" I turn towards the voice to find a redhead girl around my age covering her mouth and staring at me. I recognise her: she's one of the dancer who performed la quadrille, her costume is still on, only the corset is loosen up...the door must be the changing room. I gesture that it's nothing even if I'm quite displeased: it's cold out there, November is hardly the best time of the year to go around in wet clothes. When she uncovers her mouth, I notice she's still giggling. "I'm so sorry, I'm awfully clumsy tonight" she apologises. "But blame these ladies who cannot take a single joke!" she adds, raising her voice and banging on the door. All she gets is a round of laughter on the other side that makes her chuckle again, shaking her head. I smile politely, not really knowing what to say nor what is going on. After a moment she takes another look at me and throws me a playfully inquisitive glare. "By the way, what are you doing out of our changing rooms, if I may, mademoiselle? I do not recall seeing you here before...Waiting for someone?" she inquires, nodding at the door. "Oh no! I'm with...him" My eyes instinctively search for Marcel still chatting with his friend. The dancer follows my gaze and sighs. "Ah, I see, your boyfriend..." "What? No!" My words came out a bit blunter than I meant it. When she gives me a surprised look, I feel the sudden urgency to explain myself. "I mean, we're friends. I'm just waiting for him here, to give him space...you know. I didn't know this was the door of the changing room" I cannot quite read the shift in the way she looks at me but there is a certain playfulness in her voice when she raises an eyebrow at me and crosses her arms. "So...he's not your boyfriend" "No and I don't even know why I need to explain myself to you more than I have already did" She shrugs nonchalantly, flashing me a smile. This conversation started off on the wrong foot, I'm standing where I shouldn't be and Marcel is nowhere finished with his friend. If I know him well, by the way he gesticulates he's sharing his "intuitions" about the upcoming races: he has little money but has a granitic faith that one day a miracle will happen and the lucky bet will make him rich. Good old Marcel... Anyway, I better say something to avoid an awkward silence: this dancer somehow twists everything I say in a way that makes me nervous. "We came for the show" Pathetic but I couldn't find anything more original. And that justifies my presence in the backstage area...more or less. The dancer leans to the wall and lazily strokes the rim of her empty glass. "And did you enjoy it?" "Oh yes! I have never seen a dance so lively like this, so catchy, so full of life, so joyous-" "Splits and undergarments-" "It reminded me of fireworks" The dancer looks taken aback by my words for the first time. Surprised, I'd say, as if my reaction came out totally unexpected. "Fireworks?" she repeats. "Yes, like the ones I saw at the Exposition Universelle months ago. Wonderful colourful lights exploding up there in the night sky, a symphony of lights...truly breathtaking" I smile to myself reminiscing. "And tonight la quadrille...I don't know, the lively rhythm, the smiles on your faces as you performed, the colours of your skirts during the cartwheels...it brought me back to that night" The dancer's lips curl into a smile mirroring mine and her whole visage softens. "I've heard many people describing la quadrille but nobody has ever compared it to fireworks like you did" Cocking her head to the side, she takes another look at me. "You're a poet" she smiles. "Oh no, I'm just a seamstress" I laugh. "Nobody has ever taken me for a poet, I'm not good with words" "Well you sound like one to me so to me you are a seamstress-poet" I really don't know what to say again but I feel my cheeks turn rosy as she keeps smiling encouragely at me. We just look at each other for a moment. I'm about to make a joke of how can I be good with words if I'm so easily speechless when "Léa!" Marcel waves at me from the door at the end of the corridor. "I'm sorry I must go now" I say as the dancer spots my friend too. Then before I could do anything, she places one hand on my shoulder. "Hold on a minute, will you?" There is a sudden urgency in her voice as she storms into the changing room ignoring the playful protests of the other ladies inside. I gesture Marcel to wait and he goes lighting another cigarette in the street. The dancer returns after a moment, true to her word. She hands me a handkerchief. "There, for my clumsiness" she says, nodding at the wine stain on my dress I had almost forgotten. "That's kind but there's no need-" "I insist" she smiles, offering it again. "Well, thank you then, mademoiselle..." I reach for it but she retrieves her hand a little. "Huh-uh, I want it back. It's not a gift" she mocks a serious expression. "Of course but..." I soon realise an important detail. "...But I don't even know your name?" She takes my hand and gently places the handkerchief into it. "Élodie. And you know where to find me, Léa" With one last lingering smile she lets go of my hand and wishes me a good night. I walk into the street and the cold of the night makes me shiver. I secure the handkerchief in my pocket and breathe in the mix of icy mist and smoke of Marcel's cigarette. He shakes his head and wraps his scarf around my neck before half hugging me. "We better find the lovebirds and head towards a bar, I bet the streets will get all frosty in no time...fancy a beer?" I throw one last look to the Moulin Rouge over Marcel's shoulder as we walk away and to my surprise I meet the gaze of Élodie, still standing where I left her and looking my way.

#wlw writing #wlw writing project #original work #wlw miniseries #lgbtq #belle epoque #paris

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love-fireflysong · 4 years ago

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Day 5: Storm

Fandom: Until Dawn Character(s): Josh Washington, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Sam Giddings, brief appearances by Hannah and Beth Words: 2164 Rating: M (Mortal Kombat fatality descriptions, it only the second paragraph though I swear) Author’s Notes: Holy shit. Day 5 you guys. 1/6 of the way through and I can’t believe I’m still somehow managing these. I didn’t think I’d make it past day one honestly. Timeline wise, I’m imagining everyone circa 2011-2012 range in this so keep that in mind. Also that I have never once played the Mortal Kombat games in my life.

“I seriously cannot believe that you’re doing homework right now.”

The wind howled outside as Josh lounged on one of the couches in the main room of the lodge, PlayStation controller in hand as he just stared disappointed in the direction of Ashley. Who, true to his word, was currently working on what looked like her English homework at the coffee table.

“I mean, c’mon Ash, it’s our February break! I was nice enough to invite you and Chris up my swanky family lodge—” the sound of the a deep voice interrupted him with a cry of ‘Finish him!” and he returned his attention to the TV with a cry of horror. Just in time to watch as Chris’s character called up a double and both grabbed on to Freddy Krueger’s legs and pulled. The lodge now filled with the sounds of a bones cracking and breaking as the body was methodically ripped in half with shower of blood. Chris had the gall to actually snicker from where he was sitting next to Ash on the couch. It wasn’t nearly enough to cover the taunting ‘Noob Saibot wins. FATALITY!’. “What the hell, Cochise? That wasn’t fair!”

Chris shrugged as Ash shook her head in exasperation and a vague expression of disgust. “Not my problem, man. Should have been playing closer attention to the game. All’s fair in love and war.”

“Love my ass! You cheated. There was no way that Noob could ever beat Freddy in a fair fight and you know it! I demand a rematch! But first,” Josh turned his attention back to Ashley. “Do you have any idea of the things I had to promise Beth in order to convince her to give me her friend invite? I have to be her personal chauffeur for the next month and this is how you repay me? By doing homework?”

“This report is due next week, Josh! You may be able to not care about any of that, but I certainly do. I can’t afford to fall behind!” Ash made a wide sweeping arc with her hand, Chris frantically grabbing at the pen clenched within before she almost stabbed Josh in the eye with the end of it. “Wait. What do you mean you had to beg Beth?”

“Parents’ only allowed each of us a single plus one. Not important.”

Chris took over for Josh, almost like they had planned it. “Exactly. What is important is the fact that there is no way you can fall behind from being late on a single book report. What, you scared you’re 4.0 is going to drop into a terrifying 3.9?”

She shoved at Chris and tried to steal her pen back, but he was holding behind him out of her reach. “Not funny Chris. Only reason I was allowed to come was if I promised to finish all of my work before we got back.” The two of them began to play an entirely childish game of keep away with the pen, Chris appearing to lower his guard before yanking his hand away just out of reach and Ash scowled as she started to practically climb over him. “Seriously Chris, give me back my pen.”

“You’re gonna have to take it from me Ash.”

“Oh my god, what are you? Five?”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

Next to the both of them Josh debated on giving Chris a hand for roughly five seconds before turning back to the game, intent on giving him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe with the boiler? He wasn’t sure yet, the pit of hell was always a goodie after all. He would unfortunately never be able to find out what his choice would have been though, as with a loud bang from outside, the electricity went out and entire lodge was cast into darkness.

There was two shouts and a scream from the couch (and no, Josh was definitely not the one scream, no matter what Chris and Ash would say later) and Josh frantically dived to the coffee table in front of him. Blindly, he smacked his hand around on the tabletop until he finally found the familiar rectangular shape of his cellphone. Sighing in relief, he turned on the flashlight function and moved the beam towards the others.

“Alright, I think that the wind may have blown out one of the power lines nearby and—” he paused a moment to simply take in the image in front of him. It seemed that in response to the sudden outage. Chris and Ash had grabbed at each other in surprise. Except since they had been fighting only seconds before, she had ended up straddling his lap with her arms around his neck, while he had his arms wrapped quite firmly around his waist. If there had been any space between them, it was purely microscopic. “Well, if I knew that a simple power outage would be enough to finally drive you into each other’s arms, I would have done this ages ago.”

With the phone quite literally casting light on their situation, the both of them seemed to realize their position and they frantically began to push away from the other with apologies and burning faces. Except in their struggle to try and untangle themselves, they both managed to fall off the couch with a surprised yelp, thankfully missing the coffee table in doing so.

“Well, I’m going to go and check on the girls, make sure that they’re alright. Once you two lovebirds figure yourselves out, try to find some candles or flashlights or something.” With that, Josh stood up among the embarrassed stammerings and frantic fumbling and walked towards the stairs. He stopped, and turned his head to yell over his shoulder, “Oh and try to find something to start a fire with, and some blankets. There should be some in the linen closet by the storage room. With the power out, the heats gonna be out as well.”

He walked up the stairs, catching the way the both of them practically ran in opposite direction of the other with an unrestrained snort. And ran into Sam once he reached the top of the stairs on his way to Hannah’s room where he had last seen the blonde and his sisters. Though he squinted painfully at the light from her own phone’s flashlight shining directly into his eyes.

“Jesus Christ Sam, lower that a little will you? I think one half-blind Washington is more than enough for this family thank you very much.”

“Josh? Oh, right. Sorry.” Dutifully, Sam lowered the beam coming from her phone. “Is everything okay? I heard a scream coming from downstairs.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, that was just Ash.” Josh shrugged nonchalantly. “You know her, easily spooked and all that.”

“Uh huh.” Sam said slowly with disbelief and looked over his shoulder, and was surprised to not see Chris and Ashley right behind him. “And where are Chris and Ashley now?”

“Well it’s quite simple. You see, in the darkness they flew into the other’s arms and got so caught up in each other that they fell off the couch.”

“Uh huh,” Sam repeated again, with impossibly even more disbelief. “Sure. Whatever you say Josh.”

“Sammy, is that disbelief I hear in your voice?” Josh placed his unoccupied hand onto his chest scandalized. “I swear to you on my third aunt four times removed grave —bless good old Aunt Prudence’s soul— that every word I have just said is one hundred percent true.”

Sam rolled her eyes but even in the low light from his phone, he caught the growing smile on her face. “Okay, okay. I get it. What are you doing up here anyway?”

“Just came to check on you and my sisters. Make sure that Beth didn’t strangle one of you in fear, really.”

“Well you’re not wrong about that. I just managed to pry her off of Hannah before I ran into you. Though I think it was the blood-curdling scream from downstairs that got her if you ask me.” Sam turned to stare out one of the windows nearby on the second floor and frowned. “Jesus, that blizzard really came out of nowhere didn’t it? Did your parents make it back from town yet?”

Josh looked over her shoulder and was surprised to see nothing but a thick sheet of white blocking his vision from seeing more then a foot out of the window. “No, not yet. They’re probably just gonna spend the night at a hotel or something until the storm clears up enough for them to make it back up here.” He turned to look back at Sam. “Speaking of, I think that there’s a couple of flashlights or something up here. I think they’re further down the hall towards Hannah’s room. I’ll help you look for them, but then I should probably get back downstairs. Make sure that Chris and Ash didn’t manage to knock themselves out by walking into a door or table in the dark.”

"They’re not really the most graceful of people are they?”

Josh sighed wistfully as he once again placed a hand over his chest, this time in extreme fondness. “Bless their dorky little hearts, but they are as awkward and clumsy as a newborn deer.”

“Well, lead on then. Bring me to these rumored flashlights oh great and all knowing one.”

With that, Josh spent the next several minutes with Sam helping her to locate and bring back the flashlights and extra blankets when they managed to find them. After confirming that his sisters were fine, if not a little annoyed that their brother had thought the need to check up on them, he recommended that the three of them sleep in one of the guest room’s on the main floor, as it was the only bedroom other than their parents’ that had a fireplace. He then had to spend another couple of minutes reassuring them that he would be fine, he would just spend the night sleeping in front of the fireplace in the main room with Chris and Ash. Then, and only then, was he was finally able to go back downstairs to confirm that neither of his best friends had managed to lose a limb by running into the sharp corner of a table. Only to stop at the bottom of the stairs and raised his eyebrows.

“Wow, I know that both of you have a weird idea of romance, but I think doing homework by candlelight is a little nerdy even for you two.”

Chris turned from where he was trying, and failing fantastically, to light a fire in the fireplace. “I told her that she was insane for doing it, but she refused to believe me.”

Ash turned to look at the both of them, eyes catching first on Chris before moving to Josh on the other side of the room. “I meant what I said earlier, I really need to get this report done.”

Josh groaned as he went to go over and help Chris out with the fire. “And I meant what I said too: we are vacationing in a ski lodge and you are doing your homework. You are a killjoy of the highest degree.” He and Chris fumbled with the fireplace for another few seconds and gave a shout in victory when a flame finally managed to catch onto the dry timber and newspapers.

Walking over to Ashley, he noted the quite frankly insane amount of blankets that covered nearly every surface of the couch and the pile on the floor. While he was relieved that they, or more likely Ashley, had figured out his plans, had they they looted every single bedroom in the lodge or something? He hadn’t even been aware that there were this many blankets in the building to begin with.

He sat down next to Ash on the floor, Chris not far behind, and began to take away her papers, making sure that they were well away from candle flames. As much as he joked about getting rid of it sometimes, he didn’t actually want to burn any of it.

“What the—? Josh!”

“Ash. Ashley. Ash-oh-ley Bu-row-nuh. Let’s be honest here. Your kids are already gonna be getting terrible genes in the eyesight department, we don’t need to add yours to the mix.” Ash face’s colored a bit, but she let him remove and give the papers to Chris who carefully tucked them away.

“Now that that’s dealt with, you know what’s just the thing to do on a dark, stormy night when the power’s out?” Josh grabbed a flashlight from off the table and flicked it on, making sure that his face was cast in shadow from the beam of light, and gave a wide, toothy grin. “Scary stories.”

Honestly, the two pillows that came from either side to hit him in the head was just rude.

#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #until dawn #josh washington #ashley brown #chris hartley #sam giddings #hint of chrashley because im weak #once again late #im sorry #also first josh centric fic from me!#dont know how i did but i tried?

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idumpyourgrass · 5 years ago

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Always Waiting- Chapter Ten

Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

(I do not own gif!)

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Summary: Y/n and Steve talk, yet again. Dustin goes off to summer camp. Y/n watches Steve flirt with customers.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/n: Hello everyone! Sorry this part took so long! Classes started back up and I am very busy this semester so it will take me longer to get chapters out, don’t worry I haven’t abandoned you all! I don’t really like this chapter, it’s just kind of just a filler but it will get better I promise! As always lmk if you would like to be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Language, typos

Word Count: 1.3k

You and Robin started walking towards the mall entrance while Steve locked up Scoops Ahoy. Robin nudges you with her shoulder then nods her head back towards Steve, “is that going to be a problem?” You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

You and Robin push open the doors. Robin hugs you goodbye and makes her way over to the bike rack.

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve calls after you, running to catch up, “Listen, Y/n I just want you to know that I’m really sorry about everything that happened between us, I just hope we can put that all in the past,” Steve tosses his keys up and down in his hand.

“Oh, yeah! Of course, water under the bridge,” you nod your head, “Wipe the slate clean and start all over, yeah?” You smile at him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, well I’ll see you tomorrow Henderson,” Steve unlocks his car and hops in, “Night Harrington.”

Ok, a fresh start. This time, you cannot get feelings for him and if you do, you cannot let them get in the way of the friendship. Easy enough, right?

* * *

You head straight to Dustin’s room to tell him about work. He’s sitting on the ground, folding clothes and putting them in his suitcase.

“Getting all packed?” You take a sit on his bed.

“Yes! I’m so excited. How was work?”

“You’ll never guess who works there, Steve.” Dustin avoids eye contact with you. “Oh really? That’s, yeah, that’s crazy,” he chuckles. You squint your eyes at him.

“You knew he was going to work there, and you didn’t tell me?” You pick up a pillow next to you and swat Dustin with it.

“I thought it would be better if you didn’t know!” Dustin flicks you on the leg.

“Well if I don’t see you tomorrow before you leave, have a super awesome time,” you get up off of Dustin’s bed and pull him into a hug.

* * *

Although you hate to admit it, working at scoops ahoy with Steve was actually really fun. You did, however, have to watch Steve flirt with every female customer that walked into the ice cream store. Robin decided to keep track of how many times he got rejected. You three actually made a really good trio, and so far no feelings have gotten involved.

Although Dustin was off at his summer camp, you would still see the rest of the party. You and Steve had agreed that you would take turns sneaking them into the back so they could get into the movies for free. Tonight was no exception. Robin was up front while you and Steve sat in the back. You could hear the bell ringing up front.

“Dinguses, your children are here,” Robin shouts towards the back. Steve groans and pushes open the sliding window dividing the front and back of the store.

“Seriously? Again?” Mike rings the bell once more. You push yourself up off the chair and open the door that leads to the back hallway.

“We swear if anyone hears about this-“ You start

“We’re dead!” The kids finish. You chuckle and shut the door. Steve sits at the table with his feet up on the chair across from him. He’s looking up at you.

“Dustin comes home tomorrow,” you hit Steve’s feet off the chair and sit down. “He met a girl at camp,” you wiggle your eyebrows at Steve.

“What? A girl? Like a girlfriend?” Steve sits upright in the chair.

“I guess,” you shrug, “he wrote a letter to my mom and I telling us all about her. Apparently, she’s hotter than Phoebe Cates.”

“Phoebe Cates? No way,” Steve shakes his head.

“Hey, will you two lovebirds get up here? It’s time for my break!” Robin shouts from the front. You exchange a look with Steve whose cheeks are as red as yours and then you both quickly stand up and dart out of the room.

* * *

You were concentrated on scooping ice cream when someone calling your name pulled you out of focus.

“Hey Y/n,” you look up and meet the eyes of Mark Lewinsky. A boy who you’ve always had a small crush on, nothing more nothing less. You didn’t talk much outside of your English class.

“Oh, hey Mark!” You smile up at him. “What can I get for you?”

“Can I get a cone of chocolate ice cream and your number please?” He winks at you. You feel your cheeks getting red as you giggle. You scoop up his ice cream and write your number on his receipt.

“See you around, beautiful,” He gives you one last wink and walks away.

You put your head in your hands, shaking your head. “I can’t believe that just happened,”

Steve witnessed the whole thing, rolling his eyes. Why would you want a guy like Mark Lewinsky? Wait, was he jealous? No, no way. He refused to be jealous.

You were about to take another order when you started hearing the mall go quiet and grow dark. Hearing small screams and yells from shoppers.

“What in the hell?” You mumble to yourself.

“That’s weird…” Steve says as he makes his way over to the light switch, switching it on and off a couple times. You laugh at him.

“That isn’t going to work, dingus,” Robin pipes up.

“Oh yeah?” Steve starts rapidly flicking the light switch up and down. You raise an eyebrow at him. Within a couple seconds the power comes back on.

“Let there be light!” Steve gives you and Robin a smug look as he starts scooping ice cream again.

* * *

You drove the car while Dustin sat in the passenger seat rambling on and on about Suzie.

“Yeah, dude, she sounds great!” You chime in.

“How’s Steve?” Dustin asks.

“Honestly, working with him isn’t as bad as I thought.”

“Why is no one responding! I’m in range!” Dustin changes the conversation. Speaking into his walkie talkie.

“Relax, Dusty, they probably just forgot,” you knew the party was coming over to surprise Dustin, so you did your best to lie. You dropped Dustin off at the house and headed off to work.

You got to Scoops Ahoy just in time to see Steve trying to flirt with Anna Jacobi. Rolling your eyes, you slid over the counter and went into the back not wanting to watch.

Robin glances over at you before grabbing her “data” board and showing it to Steve, making a tally under “you suck.”

“You are oh-for-six Popeye,” Robin looks up at Steve.

“Yeah, I can count,” Steve crosses his arms.

“You know that means you suck?”

“Yep, I can read too,” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Since when?” You hold back a laugh.

“It’s this stupid hat,” Steve points to the hat.

“Yeah, company policy’s a real drag,” you say.

“Easy for you to say you look good with the hat!” Steve’s eyes go wide once he realizes what he’s said. Robin just glances between the two of you.

“Hey 12 o’clock,” Robin points to a group of girls coming towards the counter.

“Oh shit, you know what?” Steve takes the hat off, “Screw company policy,” His locks of hair fall and frame his face perfectly.

“Oh my god you’re a whole new man,” Robin scoffs. You can’t help but look at Steve and his beautiful hair.

“You’re drooling,” Robin laughs. You smack her.

“I am not! And why are you trying to help him flirt?” You squint your eyes at her.

“Why does it matter? I thought you weren’t going to fall for him this time,” Robin raises her eyebrows at you.

You stutter over your words, “I-I- I’m not! I am not!”

Robin gives you a smirk and then walks away. Leaving you flustered.

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author-morgan · 5 years ago

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Title: Together

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Deimos!Alexios

Rating: T

Summary: You’ve fought together, now you have the opportunity to be free –together.

BLOOD trickles down your temple and you can vaguely make out the metallic taste lingering on your tongue. Gravel digs into your cheek and exposed flesh. The hilt of your dagger is out of reach. Seleukos looms over you, laughing as you writhe. He places the sole of his armored sandal on the center of your back –pressing you further into the dirt. “Maybe you don't have the blood of heroes,” the brute sneers, spitting blood-tinged saliva next to your head.

Men and women wearing painted masks gather to watch the spectacle. Seleukos removes his foot and staggers back. “Stay down, girl,” he hisses, but you’ve never been one for following orders. You lunge for the dagger and roll to the side, plunging the blade through his left foot. The brute yelps like a wounded hound –dropping his sword.

Rising from the dirt, you wipe the blood from your lips on the back of your hand and stand ready to fight once more. His fist connects with your stomach the same time you bring the knife down in a smooth slash, tearing open the skin on his chest. Seleukos sinks to his knees, clutching at the long gash. They will always underestimate you. Chrysis’s voice echoes in your mind. “Stay down, boy,” you mock –watching as true fear spreads across his mangled face. You grab a handful of his hair, exposing his neck to the cold bite of your blade.

Whispers spread among those gathered as Seleukos’s body twitches before growing still, but when he enters, the room grows silent. Deimos glances between the Cultists and you –standing over a fresh corpse of a fighter meant to entertain Belos. “Leave!” The command is directed at everyone except you.

“Deimos,” you greet with a bloody smile. He reaches out, touches the drying blood on your cheek –not accustomed to seeing your blood. He raises a brow in silent questioning. You turn into his hand, sparing a quick look at the corpse next to you and the puddle of red blooming beneath your feet. “He called me a whore,” you spit.

Deimos rolls his eyes but focuses on the reason he’d come to see you. “We have assignments on Kythira,” he announces. "We leave tonight."

THE Cult of Kosmos allies itself with pirates and mercenaries when transporting their weapons. The ship of Thaulos the Bloodthirsty is waiting in a cove east of Kirrha. Soon after boarding, the sight of land on the horizon is gone and all that remains is dark water. You keep to the large tent at the stern of the ship, teeth-gnashing together with each wave that rocks the ship. Deimos crouches next to you. “I hate sailing,” you growl. He scoffs but doesn’t leave.

As the ship comes to dock in a port that is not in Kythira, you sense something is not right. Thaulos will not uphold his end of the bargain. Unsheathing twin daggers you twist, plunging one of them deep into the neck of one of the deckhands -the bow he'd tried to string falls. Deimos is quick to draw his sword, cutting down those who advance.

A sharp cry is torn from your throat when an arrow sinks into your outer thigh. Deimos turns after eviscerating a pirate and sees you down on one knee, fighting to stand. He roars. Breaking off the shaft, you rise and race toward the archer –pushing through the pain. The flat of an oar collides with your temple, sending you backward into darkness. Deimos smites down those standing in his path.

When you wake, it is to a throbbing pain in your leg and head. You try sitting up, but a firm hand pushes you to lay back down. “Don’t,” Deimos says, sitting next to you. If one of you falls, the other must keep moving forward. We cannot lose you both. Chrysis had spoken those words before every mission when you were younger. Ignoring him, you sit up and inspect your wounded thigh. A pack of herbs and flowers is secured against the entry and exit points of the arrow. In the corner of the room is a cowering physician, bound and gagged. You frown.

“What happened?” You ask in weak, scratchy voice.

His earthy gaze turns dark and his face twists in anger. “We were betrayed.” Thaulos had never planned on sailing to Kythira. The pirate had meant to get rich by taking you and Deimos to the Arena in Messara.

“We can’t fail,” you remind him. “Not again.”

It had been a mission in Messenia to eliminate a leader to keep the status quo in the Cult’s favor. You and he had both underestimated the strength of the old leader and the ranks of men he commanded. The leader had fled to safety and the Cult’s hold on the region loosened. Upon returning to Delphi and learning of the failure, the leader had made it clear if either you or Deimos failed again the consequences would be dire.

Deimos grips onto your chin, not ungentle and peers into your eyes. “They can try to take you from me,” he says, vow low and grating. His hand slips up to caress your jaw and cheek. You lean into the touch. “It will be the last mistake they make,” he promises.

Your attention shifts back to the man in the corner, his eyes wide and frightened. “Let the poor man go,” you urge and he complies with reluctance. The physician leaves ample supplies to continue caring for the wound and flees the small abandoned house –swearing to never speak of this day again. Deimos sits next to you, quiet and brooding. Sighing, you lean against his shoulder. He looks down his nose at you, brows furrowed, but eventually settles his arm around your waist.

“ALEXIOS!” Kassandra shouts as her brother leaves the Adrestia in a cold rage after docking in Phokis. He stops in his tracks and turns. “Where are you going?” She asks.

His jaw clenches as he glances in the direction of the Temple of Apollo. “There’s someone I need to find.” Something akin to guilt takes hold of him every time he thinks of you. He should have taken you to Taygetos with him, instead, you’d insisted on staying to clean up Kleon’s mess in Athens.

When he enters the dark cell, it takes a few long seconds before you realize who it is. He no longer wears the armor given to him by the Cult –it is replaced by a simple leather breastplate and a fraying red scarf draped over his broad shoulders. “Deimos?”

He doesn’t answer, only loosens the ropes binding your hands above your head and catches you in his arms when you slump forward –exhausted and aching. The skin of your wrists has been rubbed raw, bruises cover your arms, and blood has dried on your nose and lips. “Who did this to you?” He asks, voice full of rage.

“Exekias,” you choke. The Sage of the Cults Heroes had made torturing and using you into a sport after Deimos had abandoned the cause. He thought you were the key to force Deimos back into the Cult’s arms.

Alexios sinks to the cave floor with you in his arms. “I’ll kill him,” he hisses through clenched teeth. You smile, leaning further into him as fatigue and darkness take you.

“MY brother wouldn’t shut up about you,” the Eagle Bearer remarks arms crossed as she takes you in. She’d never seen you in person but had heard rumors of Deimos’s counterpart –a warrior just as fierce as he, descended from Achilles himself. She finds those tales difficult to believe now that she has sized you up –you don’t have the harsh look of a warrior. Achilles had been beautiful too, she reminds herself.

“Kassandra,” Alexios laments as he approaches. Kassandra gives an exasperated sigh and retreats to the helm of her ship. He kneels next to you. “We should check your bandages,” he announces, clearing his throat and revealing the strips of linen he carries.

There is something different about him – he looks gentler. “Deimos?” You murmur.

He glances up from your wrist. “That-” he pauses and a pained expression flashes across his face “-that’s not my true name.”

You’ve heard them speak his name before –the one given to him by his mother, but never before him. He was Deimos, a demigod. “Alexios?” He nods, quickly returning his focus to your wounds. “Alexios,” you breathe, lifting your hand to his cheek and coaxing him to look at you. His eyes are a deep, earthy brown with glints of tarnished gold and flame. They still expose his hurt and fury. You lean forward, tentatively brushing your lips against his. There’s a moment’s pause before he cradles the back of your head –pressing his lips fully against yours.

He’s waited years to be able to hold you –kiss you without fearing repercussions should other Cultist find out. Chrysis had told him love was childish and the world was pain. But he loves you –even if he never did know how to show it or forced himself to never say it. He has a fool’s hope that maybe you might love him too. Alexios pulls away, but lets his forehead rest upon yours, rough fingertips ghosting over your battered cheek. “We’re free now,” he whispers. “We’re not puppets or weapons anymore.” You swallow the lump in your throat and try to silence the voice in your head that challenges if you can truly ever be free.

Alexios presses his lips against yours again –just because he can. This time, he can feel your lips tugging into a smile against his. “All right, lovebirds,” Kassandra says, interrupting. You and Alexios part again. “I think it might be time to get a room.” He glares at his sister but when he turns to see your flushed cheeks, he laughs softly, returning to the task at hand.

When night falls, the Adrestia has left port again. You’re still not fond of sailing, but it feels good to leave Phokis behind. Alexios lays at your side, looking up at the stars. Reaching over, you entangle your fingers with his. Absently, he strokes over your knuckles with his thumb. As you begin to drift off, Alexios pulls you closer to him –arm wrapped around your waist. He presses his nose into the crown of your head swears to never let go.

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akechicrimes · 5 years ago

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Prompt 19 for Shuake? I read it and my brain immediately “̶A̶̶n̶̶g̶̶s̶̶t̶ Material for New Game+” (Just a suggestion)

19. “Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate? It’s not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying that someone was made for you. It’s…it’s the love. It’s too strong, and you can’t fight it. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried…but I’m always going to love you. And I need you to know that.”

summary: goro akechi meets his soulmate akira kurusu, falls in love instantly, and immediately resolves to kill him.

When Goro is twelve, he hates two people equally: his father who he’s never met, and his soulmate who he’s never met. When Goro is eighteen, he meets Akira Kurusu, falls in love instantly, and resolves to kill him.

***

“Oh,” says Sae, when he walks into work next. “Take the day off, Akechi-kun.”

“That’s entirely unnecessary--!”

“I will be liable in court if I make you work,” says Sae promptly, and before his very eyes, starts to move case files over onto his (very small) section of her desk. “You met your soulmate, you get a whole two weeks of paid leave. Goodbye.”

“I didn’t meet my soulmate,” says Goro, trying very very very hard not to snarl.

“You’ve got lovesick all over your face,” Sae replies.

Goro immediately pulls out his phone and checks himself in the front view camera, because Goro’s only dedicated entire years of his life to having perfect, flawless control over his face and public image and it’s simply not possible that one scruffy-haired teenaged boy who probably doesn’t even wear deodorant could undo all his hard work, but no, Sae’s right, Goro’s got this hideously piteous wide-eyed fawning look like he’s some kind of blindly dedicated fangirl star-struck over a local celebrity. Goro has the sudden compulsion to break his phone, and maybe get rid of Akira Kurusu’s phone number while he’s at it.

“Enjoy the honeymoon period,” says Sae. “Don’t come back or I’ll get sued.” She thinks about it. “I think you may have to still go to school. You seem to have met your soulmate unusually young, so you may want to check if your school has a policy on it.”

“Right,” says Goro. His fists curl; the leather gloves creak. “I’ll... go, then. If anything happens with the Kamoshida case--”

“I will not call you before two weeks is up.”

“How... very kind of you,” says Goro with determined pleasantry, as if she’s not booting him off the very case that Goro worked for two years to have an opportunity to even look at, not to mention the case that Shido will have his head for if Goro screws up.

Maybe Sae hears it in his voice, because she pauses, and gives him the neutral look that could very well pass as her smile. “When your leave is up, the case will still be here. You only get to meet your soulmate for the first time once. It’s a special time. You could try to enjoy it.”

Just then, Goro’s phone buzzes with a text from--ugh--Kurusu, speak of the soulmate devil: My school just told me to take the day off because of soulmate stuff, is that legal?? Goro’s heart jumps. Sae does smile then, in that smug, triumphant way she does when she’s just won a legal case. “Have fun,” she says, and in the reflection of Goro’s phone screen, he can see himself smiling against his will.

***

There’s nothing for it. Goro’s just going to have to kill Kurusu. Or put him in jail, or make him go psychotic, or hand him over to Shido or his cleaner friend for disposal. Whatever works. But Goro cannot continue on with this shackle around his throat.

Life is a series of unfreedoms: first you can’t choose who you’re born to, sometimes strung up with a bunch of birth complications, possibilities carved away from you by the map of your genetics and DNA predispositions. Then all the things you can’t afford: maternity leave, a good diet, child care, a good preschool. More still: Duck and bow your head to the social workers, the school teachers, the bosses who want nothing more than to fire your mother for the slightest mistake. Don’t speak too loudly. Don’t make eye contact. When your mother dies, you can’t cry too loudly at her funeral or it’ll make your aunt mad. No, you can’t afford the train fare to visit her grave.

And people have the nerve to say: Oh, isn’t it romantic to have been assigned a soulmate from the moment of your birth? Isn’t it wonderful? Isn’t it reassuring to have no choice in who you love?

Isn’t it the peak of romance that one day, you just look across a TV studio and your entire life gets turned upside down? The entire insides of your head gets rewritten according to some cosmic match-maker game. All of a sudden, you’d take a bullet for some shitty kid in glasses you’ve never met. And it doesn’t matter what you want; it doesn’t matter what you need. You love him and you can’t even hate him for it.

Isn’t that romantic?

Maybe Goro shouldn’t have been surprised when the public started thinking that a group of thieves reaching inside the heart of another person and forcing them to admit their crimes could constitute as justice.

***

Shido doesn’t give a shit about Goro’s soulmate problems and also Goro would rather sit on a cactus and spin than tell Masayoshi Shido that Goro’s fucking soul is tied to the very thieves that are currently being a pain in Shido’s ass, which is to say that Shido calls him on the subway and rattles off three more Mementos targets that he wants taken out before the end of the week and Goro has no choice but to simper and nod and tell Shido yes sir, anything he wants, sir, right away, sir. Halfway through the phone call, Goro realizes that he could just tell Kurusu that Goro’s a murderer, and Kurusu, the leader of the righteous and just Phantom Thieves himself, would have no choice but to love Goro anyway, murders and all, murderer and all; and it wouldn’t even be a lie, wouldn’t even be an obligation; Kurusu would love him genuinely and sincerely and he wouldn’t even be able to stop himself, even if he came to hate himself for it. Shido hangs up on him. A nice old lady next to him says, “Did you get some good news, dear?” and Goro realizes that he’s grinning ear to ear.

***

Well, if Goro’s going to kill Kurusu, then he might as well meet the boy before he does--especially if Kurusu’s offering. Since they both have the days off and nothing better to do than to figure out what to do with the person they’ve found their soul bound to, Kurusu suggests that they meet up at some place called Leblanc, which, if Goro isn’t wrong, is the same place that Sae’s been hounding because of that child neglect case. Goro reminds himself that Kurusu has no choice but to love him because of this stupid soulmate thing, and therefore it’s patently ridiculous that Kurusu will have much of an opinion on the state of Goro’s hair. Goro fixes it anyway. He also brushes his teeth in lockable restroom in a Wild Duck Burger place. Almost leaves, then goes back and applies deodorant.

This is the stupidest thing that’s ever happened to Goro. Kurusu’s the phantom thief Goro’s trying to catch. Odds are Shido will have Kurusu killed or put in jail within the next eight months. Goro walks into Leblanc, sees Kurusu lurking in the corner booth in his school uniform, and feels his own heart do a dozen cartwheels. Oh, wow, Goro really does love him and he doesn’t even know him. This isn’t stupid. This is disgusting.

Goro isn’t familiar enough with Kurusu as a person to know what his stare means, but the man behind the bar apparently does. “Take it somewhere else, lovebirds,” he says. “Actually--for god’s sake, Kurusu, take him somewhere nice for the occasion.”

“Here is nice,” says Kurusu.

“Somewhere fancy. Geez, have some class and show your soulmate a good time.”

“Upstairs is nice,” says Kurusu.

“No it’s--ugh,” says the barista, and mutters something about kids these days as Goro considers the possibility that Kurusu is going to try and show his love by skipping straight to the part where they fuck on the first date, and Goro will have the pleasure of cutting his own soulmate’s dick off. Greatly cheered by this opportunity, Goro says his hasty goodbyes to the barista and goes upstairs, curious to see the room of the boy that he’s going to have the honor of murdering.

Goro takes the couch. Kurusu sits at the desk chair. (Not backwards, thank god.) “How good to see you again,” Goro lies cheerily. “Have you been well, since we last spoke?”

And Kurusu--Goro doesn’t know why he thought the boy from the TV station, who argued with him on live TV, would disappoint him--Kurusu looks him square in the eye and says, “The soulmate thing doesn’t have to matter.”

“Oh?” says Goro, and leans forward. Why did he think Kurusu wouldn’t make an interesting move? It’s Kurusu. Of course he’d approach the soulmate issue with the same fascinating approach that he took to justice itself. “Most people would say it matters quite a lot. Most people would be delighted to have found true love. So young, too.”

“Are you?” asks Kurusu.

Goro blinks like he’s been thrown an unfair question in a TV interview. Kurusu smiles, slow, sure.

“Not to sound like a cynic,” says Kurusu evenly, “but it doesn’t feel much like love if it’s not a choice.”

Goro’s smile widens. “Is free will a prerequisite of true love, then?”

“If it’s going to mean anything that’s worth anything.”

“Even if such free will costs you your shot at happiness?” Goro presses.

Kurusu doesn’t blink. “Would you be happy, chained to someone you love but had no choice in loving?”

Obviously fucking not, but Goro doesn’t want to hear that from Kurusu, because it makes Kurusu sound like he understands Goro, and the last thing Goro wants to hear from the boy he’s going to kill is that he’s not just Goro’s soulmate, but his soulmate for a good reason.

“The idea of soulmates is a practically immoral phenomenon,” says Goro, so as to avoid the question. “At some point, it’s hardly any different from brainwashing or psychological manipulation, or even Stockholm syndrome. But the fact of the matter is that it’s a widely documented phenomenon, too. There’s no doubt that it’s real, and it exists, and that you and I are bound together. Speak practically, Kurusu. What are you proposing we do?” Besides just murdering you in Mementos, Goro thinks and doesn’t say.

“Pretend it didn’t happen. It doesn’t have to matter if we don’t let it,” says Kurusu. “I’m only in Tokyo until the end of this school year, too. We just have to wait until then, and then I’ll be hundreds of miles away and it won’t matter anymore.”

“You’re proposing that we outwit fate itself.”

Kurusu pushes his glasses up. Behind his hand, his lips just barely turn upwards. “Don’t think you can do it?”

Goro’s eyes narrow and his smile sharpens. “On the contrary, I’m only worried you won’t be able to keep up with me.”

“It’s a deal, then,” says Kurusu.

“We’ll choose our own paths of our own free will,” Goro agrees, “and we won’t let such a silly soulmate phenomenon determine the course of our lives.”

Kurusu’s smiles softly and takes Goro’s offered hand and shakes it. And for just a moment, Goro’s heart doesn’t feel like a besotted, weak traitor, but entirely at peace.

#mine #this is the second soulmate shuake fic i've written how does this keep happening #Anonymous

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platonicone · 5 years ago

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Devotion - Story of the Oracle and her Shield

Chapter 30 - Healing hearts

Why does seeing someone else in pain hurt you? I wonder…

“We don’t know much detail, but I got an SOS from her on our secure channel. We traced her signal, and her last location was in Zegnautus Keep, Gralea. The Empire will execute her if we don’t rescue her soon,” he pleaded.

“Okay, I’ll meet you at the airship,” he ran back in his room and washed his face with cold water. He grabbed his jacket, potions, and a variety of bullets for his gunblade. Once prepared, he made a mad dash towards the airship.

By the time he got there, the magictek engine was roaring, and the airship was ready to liftoff. He jumped into the open hanger and closed the hangar door behind. The airship immediately took to the sky.

“What are you doing here?” asked a familiar voice from the back.

“Luna? What are you doing here?” he asked, not expecting her to be on this airship.

“Wedge informed me that Aranea was captured and I am going with the crew to rescue her,” she explained.

“Biggs came to tell me the same, that’s why I am here.”

“I hope she is okay,” she stated with deep concern.

“That idiot. How could she be so careless,” he said with a facepalm.

They both sat on the bench on opposite sides as there was no one in the hanger beside them. For a few minutes, neither of them said anything.

“Is everything okay with you?” Squall asked, finally gathering courage.

“Mhm.”

“Urgh. Stop it already. Don’t tell me that everything is okay when both know it's not. Ever since Fociaugh Hollow something has changed. You are going out of your way to avoid me and I can see that.”

“No, I am not,” she deflected, averting her gaze.

“Ever since we got to Tenebrae you have not spoken to me properly even once,” he pointed.

“T-that’s because I was busy,” she defended.

“When you care for someone, you make time for them.”

“It’s not that simple, Squall,” she fought back the water welling up in her eyes.

“Luna, I feel like we are drifting away and I don’t even know why. I can’t read your mind; you have to tell me what you are thinking of else I won’t understand. All I know is that it hurts to see us like this,” he pleaded softly.

“Then get used to it,” she replied sharply.

“I will. Just tell me why?” he urged.

“Because this is what’s best for both of us.” She quickly wiped off a stubborn tear that escaped her eyes, hoping Squall wouldn’t see it.

Squall got up from his seat and walked towards her. He kneeled in front of her and asked, “If it is for the best, then why are you crying?”

“I-I don’t know,” she covered her face with her hands as tears poured out from her eyes.

“Luna, tell me what’s wrong? What is bothering you? Why are you avoiding me?” he pleaded.

“What am I supposed to say, Squall? That I am sorry for abandoning you in a fight against Ramuh? I am sorry that I was willing to sacrifice you so that I can fulfill my destiny by stepping on your corpse? Sorry that I was ungrateful after everything you have done for me? Sorry that I was so selfish that I did not care about your well-being? What am I supposed to tell you, Squall? The choice was your death, or my destiny and I choose my destiny. I made a conscious choice to let you die. The truth is that no matter how many times I apologize to you, it should never be enough. There is no coming back from what I’ve done,” she screamed through her tears.

He got up and hugged her. Sometimes actions are better than words. He stroked the back of her head gently to console her.

“I have forgiven you; I hope you can forgive yourself too.”

“That is the problem, Squall. I can’t forgive myself after what I have done. Seeing you is a constant reminder of what kind of monster I am,” she said, still clutching him tightly in an embrace.

“You are not a monster. Sometimes life can be cruel. It does not give you many choices. Given the circumstance, you made the right choice,” he reassured.

“Was it? What would you have done in my place?” she asked, breaking the hug and looking into his eyes.

“I would have fought against Ramuh,” he said in a heartbeat.

“I am sorry,” she said as regret filled her heart once again.

“Don’t be. It just means that you are stronger than I am.”

“What?” she asked with a surprise.

“I would have sacrificed many to save the one. You had a tough choice to make, and you made the right choice. That makes you stronger than I am.”

“B-but--” she was about to say something when he put a finger on her lips.

“Stop beating yourself up about it. The way I felt about you before the events at Fociaugh Hollow and the way I feel about you now hasn’t changed.”

“How could you still love me after all this?”

“W-What? Who said anything about love?” averting his gaze.

“I know how you feel about me,” she said after placing a gentle hand on his right cheek.

“H-How?”

“Because I am not blind and also, I saw your memories,” she said the last part in a hurry hoping he would not catch it.

“What? What was that about seeing my memories?” he inquired as he glared at her.

“When I woke up at Fociaugh Hollow I found you unconscious. I did not know what had happened to you. Aranea came to the rescue, and we decided to bring you to Terebrae for further treatment. It was on the train ride that I remembered how you once dived into someone’s memories to figure out what was wrong with them. Using Umbra’s powers, I did the same, and I saw some of your memories since you came here. I saw the love you harbor for me. I saw your pain and sacrifice for me. A-and and it hurts so much.”

He wanted to say something, but the words dried in his mouth.

“It hurts that I cannot reciprocate those feeling to you.”

“Loving you was my choice. You have no obligations to love me back.”

“But I want to, yet I can’t.”

He stayed quiet as no coherent thought formed in his head.

“I-I am scared of you, Leon,” she confessed.

“Me?”

“Yes. I am scared that if I stay close to you and then I’ll just end up falling for you if I haven't already. That is why I have been avoiding you. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t dare to. Because I don’t trust myself to hold back anymore,” she poured her heart out.

“After all that we’ve been through I couldn’t jeopardize the fate of this whole planet for the sake of my happiness. I am supposed to love Noctis and only him,” she continued.

‘You don’t love someone because you are supposed to. You love someone because you want to. How could she not see that?’ He thought.

“Do you love him?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I do care for him deeply, but my devotion towards him and my affection towards you is very different. And I don’t know which one of them is love.”

“Oh, for the love of God, just shut up and kiss already!” screamed a frustrated voice on the intercom. “You guys are utter morons.”

“Aranea?” they both said simultaneously, recognizing the voice.

She opened the connecting cabin door and walked into the hanger holding a candy bar in her hand.

“What the--” Squall said.

“You are here!” said Luna upon seeing her. “Weren’t you captured by the Empire?”

“No, it was a ruse to get both of you morons to get into a room and talk it out. I was tired of seeing both of you sulking and moping around all day. I was tired of both of your whining. I was tired of babysitting both of you. And above all else, I was tired of seeing both of you sad. So, I brought you here to sort it out like adults,” she stated and then proceeded to take a bite out of her candy.

“You!” Luna said, glaring at her.

“I can’t believe I fell for it,” Squall said with a facepalm.

“You can yell at me now, but I know you will thank me later,” she waved them to get out of her way as she sat on the bench like a queen with her legs crossed. “Go on,” she said with a gesture.

“What?” he asked

“Aren’t you guys going to kiss now?” she said, taking another bite of her chocolate.

Both of them glared at her. If looks could kill, she would be dead by now.

“Oh! I get it. You guys don’t want to do it in front of me. I’ll leave to give you some privacy.”

“Shut up,” they both yelled in unison.

Ignoring her snickering, Luna turned to Squall and said, “Squall, I am sorry I looked at your memories without your permission.”

“It’s okay. You did what you had to do to save me.”

“Hey Luna, just a tip, if I am every unconscious like him. DO NOT dive into my memories. Trust me, you do not want to see things,” she said with a mischievous wink.

“Eww,” Luna said making a face that prompted laughter from Aranea.

“You know, your relationship is like this chocolate. You know it’s bad for your health but you still can't resist it,” she said, taking the final bite of the chocolate.

“Ha-ha, true,” said Luna with a small smile. Aranea could annoy her one minute and make her smile in another.

“Alright, I’ll take my leave and leave you two lovebirds alone,” she remarked getting up from the bench.

On her way to the door, she paused by Squall and whispered in his ear, “Just so you know, I am always on #TeamLeon.”

Squall just facepalmed, and she went away laughing.

It was Luna and Leon again, alone together after what felt like an eternity. Luna sat on the floor, leaning against the bench. Squall did the same.

She turned towards him and looked at him intently. He felt like he was being scanned.

“What?” he asked after a while.

“Nothing. It just feels like I have not seen you in a long time.”

“That is because you have not. You kept avoiding me.”

“I had to for the sake of my sanity,”

“You have lost so much weight,”

“Yeah, stress and self-loathing can do that to you,” she admitted.

“Do you know what was the most hurtful part for me in all this?” he asked.

She shook her head slightly.

“You had no choice in whatever happened at Fociaugh Hollow, but you had a choice when we got to Tenebrae. Every time circumstances pushed us apart, but this time it was you,” he gulped as his mouth went dry.

“It wasn’t circumstance, it was you who pushed me away and that hurt me the most,” he repeated slowly. “Every day I kept myself beating up, trying to figure out what did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this? I am not worthy enough for at least an explanation for this?”

“I am sorry. I couldn’t bring myself to look into your eyes, let alone talk to you,” she confessed.

“What now?” he asked, without looking at her.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“It’s ironic that the one who knows so much about the world knows so little about herself.”

“The truth is, I do know what I want. But I also know that I shouldn’t want what I want.”

“Then we are at an impasse. Again,” he concluded.

“This is your captain speaking. We are about the enter the Gralea’s airspace. The view of the metropolitan is spectacular from the top. I will be opening the hanger for your viewing pleasure. Please put on the safety harness so you don’t fall to your untimely death,” Aranea announced over the intercom.

Once they both strapped in their safety harness, the hanger opened, letting in the cold air.

They both ambled towards the edge of the hanger to get a better view of the city below. Luna stopped a few feet away from the edge, but Leon kept going.

He turned around and extended his hand towards Luna, “Come on.”

“No, this is far enough.”

“Are you scared?”

“Mhm.”

“We have a safety harness, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

She tried to take a couple of steps, but immediately backed away. “No, I am too scared to go any further.”

“I am here. I won’t let you fall. Trust me,” he assured her.

He walked back to her and placed his left arm around her, “You will be fine, trust me.”

Luna took baby steps as Leon patiently accompanied her.

“Sit down,” he suggested, after sitting on the edge of the open hanger first. His legs dangling freely in the air.

“No, this is too reckless,” she complained.

“Just shut up and sit,” yelled Aranea from the intercom which startled Luna.

“Stop yelling at me,” Luna screamed back.

“Biggs, can you believe that? Here I am giving them a romantic tour of Gralea but she yells at me. Insufferable fool,” grumbled Aranea on the intercom.

“I’ll sit here on one condition. You sit on that corner edge holding that bar in one hand and I’ll sit next to you, so you can hold on to me if I fall.”

Without arguing, Leon got up and move to the corner of the hanger and sat down, “Happy?”

She nodded and joined him of this insane adventure. Leon held on to the railing bar with one hand and Luna in another.

The bird-eye view from the top was breathtaking. The many skyscrapers stood tall as if touching the sky itself, showing off the architectural achievements of mankind. A ginormous bridge, an architectural marvel in its own rights, ran across the center of the city. The road offshoot from the bridge connected the whole city. From this height, cars looked like toys. Trains ran along transporting thousands of people at different locations. The birds in the sky were replaced by the many airships which populated the Gralean airspace. Oddly enough, even some demons flew along with the airships.

“We are in the Ueltham region of the Niflheim, home to the Imperial Capital, Gralea. The big structure in the center is the crowning jewel of the Empire, Zegnautus Keep,” the ever-helpful captain announced on the intercom.

“This flying mega fortress is the height of imperial might. It serves as a magitek laboratory and Niflheim military installation. This colossal flying structure that is usually docked at the central elevator in Gralea. The Empire conducts research on magitek and daemons here, and its premise is used for programming magitek troopers. The emperor's throne room is located in the heart of the Keep,” the tour guide announced.

‘A floating fortress which is home to military, sound familiar.’ He wondered

“Wow, this mega fortress is like a flying city,” Luna said with awe. “All this looks like a work of science fiction.”

As far as the eyes could see, the entire city was filled with towering buildings. It looked as if the divine has played Tetris and made this city.

“This is so much different from Insomnia,” Luna noted.

“How so?” he asked.

“In Insomnia there are statues of old kings and Astrals whom the people worship. Here it feels like people have replaced the Maker with technology. The very idea of attacking an Astral would be blasphemy in Lucis but Niflheim proudly attacks Astrals so they can display their might.”

“I guess they don’t care much about the Oracle then,” he surmised.

“Yes, they believe science and technology is the answer to everything. They do not seek spiritual solace. Technology can give comfort, but not peace. I believe one needs a refuge of the Maker to find everlasting peace.”

“What is peace for those who are not seeking it? They find their thrill in the conquest of others.”

“Their thrill only lasts until someone more powerful conquers them.”

“Such is the world we live in. Survival of the fittest and finest.”

“Survival of the fittest and finest and compassion for none, is that the world we want to live in? Isn’t our ability to be compassionate towards the plight of others what makes us inherently humans?”

“You have to be alive to be compassionate, no?”

“Urgh! Shut up or my fist will compassionately touch your face. You guys are so boring as hell. Do you guys know anything about romance at all? Who goes on a romantic date and talks about moral and ethical philosophy? This is so hopeless,” said frustrated Aranea over the intercom.

“Stop listening to us,” Leon yelled back.

“And watching us,” Luna added.

“We will be docking at Zegnautus Keep shortly, so get away from the hangar. I have to take care of an errand. Do not dare to step outside of this ship as in this Garlea both of you are wanted. While I am gone enjoy this song which I have selected, especially for you.”

The song ‘We Found Love in a hopeless place (Rihanna)’ started blaring through the overhead speakers. Squall couldn’t help but facepalm hearing the lyrics.

Aranea dropped off Solara, and their ship took to the sky again.

“Leon, I cannot apologize enough for hurting you at Fociaugh Hollow and thereafter. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I—”

“Luna, stop. As I said before, I have forgiven you now you should too.”

Luna nodded and went silent.

After lots of contemplating, Luna finally spoke up, “Leon, whatever limited time I have, I want to spend it happily with you, if you would allow me to.”

“I would like nothing more,” he replied with a rare smile. Hearing that, she replied with a radiant smile.

“See, was it so hard? Just talk it out like adults. Everyone could see that you guys love each other, except you two morons. You may thank me now,” blared Aranea from the overhead speakers.

“Whatever,” said Leon.

“Never,” said Luna.

“Love is not a crime; you don’t need to be ashamed of it or hide it. You are adults, you are allowed to display your affection for each other. Squall, you may kiss your girlfriend. You have my permission.”

Luna’s cheeks turned beet red with embarrassment.

Squall, however, stood up from his seat and marched towards the control cabin.

“Oh no, he is coming here. Lock the door, Biggs,” ordered Aranea.

Once everything calmed down again, Aranea joined Squall and Luna. They playfully attacked Aranea for her role in all this. All three of them sat together and talked animatedly. Smiles and laughter filled the room once again. The broken hearts seemed to heal thanks to Aranea.

None of them noticed when their airship descended in Tenebrae. They all said their goodbyes and departed. Luna was the first one to go, followed by Squall.

“Squall,” Araneae called him out just as he was about to exit the airship.

“Yes?”

“Squall, this is probably the last time we are seeing each other,” Aranea announced dreadfully.

“Why?” he asked with surprise.

“I am deployed to Fort Valluerey. Our Intel tracks Noctis in that area. I am leaving tomorrow morning. By the time I get back, you would already be on your way to Altissia.”

“I-I will miss you,” he admitted in a rare moment of honesty.

“Me too, scar-face,” she replied with a smile.

“You are my best friend and I appreciate everything you have done for me. I don’t know where our fates would lead, but I hope we meet again. Somehow. Somewhere.”

“Yes, let’s meet up again. Somehow. Somewhere,” she trailed off.

“Take care of Luna and yourself.”

He nodded in response.

“Squall, I have known Luna for over a decade. No matter what she says or does, I know her heart bleeds for you. Don’t give up on her.”

“I won’t,” he said confidently.

“And never forget that I am always #TeamLeon,” she said with a wink.

In a rather unexpected move, he hugged Aranea.

“Thank you for everything,” he said, letting go of her.

“Goodbye Arae,” he said and jumped off from the ship hovering a few feet above the ground.

“Goodbye Squall,” she waved as the airship ascended to the sky. She quickly turned around and walked into the ship before her eyes could tear up. Deep down inside she knew this was the last time she would see him.

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imaginesandsmut · 6 years ago

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I’m Yours

Words: 1637

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader

Warnings: lots of tooth rotting fluff. and cute Shawn

Writers note: I’m really back on my Shawn Mendes shit. but when have I ever stopped?

Shawn is on tour and is scrolling through old photos and videos. Desperately missing y/n and wishing she was there with him

Shawn was flicking through his photos. Smiling faces and happy people looked back at him and he sat on his plane. Shawn was on tour again and missed home, he thought that going through old memories might help but it seems to be doing the opposite. With every photo he looked at, he wanted to go back to that moment with them, with her.

Shawn asked y/n if she wanted to go on tour with him, saying that it’ll be fun and she can see all the major cities with him. Of course, they both knew she couldn’t, she had work and school to do and she couldn’t just drop it all for Shawn, as much as they both wished she could.

So now Shawn is here, on his private plane, staring at old photos and counting down the days until he’s back at home with her.

Shawn’s thumb swiped to a video, the one where he caught y/n dancing to ‘I’m yours’ by Jason Mraz. Shawn taps the play button and listens to y/n singing the words and dancing in his kitchen.

“It cannot wait, I’m yours,” y/n sings whilst making her coffee in the kitchen, Shawn is pretending to be reading the news on his phone but has been secretly recording her since the song started. y/n looks over and sees her boyfriend hiding his smile from behind his phone, “come dance with me, Mendes.”

“No, no, you keep doing your solo,” Shawn laughs as y/n makes her way over to grab his hand. Shawn props his phone up to rest on his mug so he can catch this moment together. The break in the song stops and y/n continues to sing whilst holding Shawn’s hands and swaying them.

“Open up your mind and see like me, open up your plans and damn your free.” Her voice fills his ears as he smiles down at her, Shawn pulls her closer so they’re swaying together. “look into your heart and you’ll find love, love, love, love.”

This is the moment Shawn realized he was in love with y/n. This small moment. It held such a sacred part in his heart and he couldn’t be happier that he has caught it on camera. Her eyes light up every time they make eye contact and his smile couldn’t be any wider. They’re both in sweatpants and oversized shirts, the whole arura of the moment couldn’t be any better. They’re so relaxed with one another and so in love with one another.

“There’s no need to complicate, our time is short,” y/n spins herself out of Shawn’s arms during the line and looks into his eyes, “I’m yours.”

God he wanted to marry her right then and there.

Shawn pulled her back in and spun her so her back was to his chest but they were still holding hands, they danced for a while like this before she spun back out and tried to get her coffee. Shawn didn’t want to stop so he wrapped his arms around her waist with her back to him and sung the lyrics into her ear.

“But I won’t hesitate no more, no more.” She was smiling down as Shawn pried her back away from the bench and back to the middle of the kitchen. “It cannot wait, I’m yours.”

The two keep dancing for the rest of the song. Singing the lyrics with each other and to each other. The song ends and Shawn leans down to kiss y/n’s lips, softly, before she smiled and pushed him away playfully to go get her coffee.

The video ends with Shawn staring at y/n’s back for a few seconds before walking over to his phone and stopping the video. The whole moment between the two was all caught on camera, the picture was perfect and the audio was amazing. The video even caught the hushed voices of them whispering the song to each other. Shawn cherished the video so much that watching it now filled him with sadness. He missed y/n so much that watching the video made him want to cancel the tour and go straight home to her.

“Hey Shawn,” Andrew speaks up from his seat, gaining the attention of the curly haired boy, “we’re about to land. Grab your things.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Shawn turns off his phone and shoves it in his jean jacket pocket, packing up his scattered notebooks and pencils in the process.

The team were in France and had a deadline of 19 hours before his first show there, so there was a lot of rushing and trying to get past all the cameras and fans. Shawn tried to take a photo with everyone there but he really needed to leave.

Practice done, shower had, clothes changed and nerves high. Shawn was ready. 2 hours before he’s expected to be on stage and he gets a call from y/n. Shawn rushes to answer it with a swift hello.

“Hey Mendes.” God her voice could make him drop to his knees.

“Hey baby, I’ve missed you,” Shawn was always upfront about how he felt when it came to y/n, always telling her what he needed to say, “I know it has only been a few weeks but it feels like years.”

Y/n’s chuckle could be heard from through the phone, Shawn closes his eyes and smiles, “I’ve missed you too.”

‘When I come back, we’re going on hiatus until we get sick of each other.”

“Could that even happen?”

“Never.” Shawn looks around and sees that everyone is looking at him, the room is small but it’s not like he’s doing anything major to get their attention.

“Well,” her voice seems to transcend the phone and float around the room, y/n steps through a door that led into the room, “hope you don’t get sick of me when I join you for a bit.”

Shawn throws his phone on the couch and takes two large strides before wrapping his arms around her waist and spinning her around. Shawn nuzzles his face into y/n’s neck and takes a deep breath, she smells like home and he has missed it.

Everyone laughs and claps, y/n is giggling and holding on tight, it’s a good moment.

“I thought you had finals?” Shawn is worried that y/n is leaving her responsibilities for him, he doesn’t want to take her away from her own life.

“I’ve finished them early, turns out I’m pretty good at getting my shit together when I need to,” y/n jokes which earns a chuckle from everyone who is still watching.

“How long are you gonna be with me on tour?” Shawn wanted her to stay for the whole tour but he knows that she needs to get back home, she feels scared that she will distract him too much and take his attention away from the fans. Maybe she’s right but Shawn will never admit it, he wants her to stay.

“Only for a few nights, enough time for us to see some touristy stuff and take really bad photos for your mum.” She smiles and sways his hands back and forth, biting her lip and staring up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers.

Shawn gives a little pout to express his emotions on her small stay but it slips away when she pulls on the front of his shirt and kisses him. He grins into the kiss and grabs a hold of her waist to bring her closer, leaning forward and pressing his chest to hers.

Groans sound throughout the room from everyone watching and they break apart, y/n hides her face in his chest as Shawn laughs at everybody's reactions.

“As much as I love this,” Teddy speaks up, coming over to fix Shawn’s hair, “we gotta get going.”

Within the chaos of people packing up and getting Shawn’s look ready, his eyes never leave y/n. She’s laughing with the whole crew and talking with everyone, Shawn had never met someone so beautiful.

30 minutes until he’s on stage and final adjustments have been made. Now everyone is waiting and talking about whatever but Shawn has huddled himself and y/n into a corner for some time alone.

“How long have we known each other?” Shawn speaks up, earning a weird look from y/n.

“A few years, why?”

“I once said in a qna that if I feel the way about a girl the way I feel about music, then she’s the one,” he pauses, looking down at her in his arms, “I never realized I felt like that already, I never realized it was already in love.”

“Shawn,” y/n’s eyes were wide as she looked up at her boyfriend, her best friend, her Shawn, “what are you saying?”

“I love you, y/n. I’ve always been in love with you and one day I’m going to marry you. Not now cause we both have so many things left to do in life but when we’re both ready, and if you’ll have me, I promise myself to you.” Shawn hasn’t looked away from y/n’s face, showing his vulnrability to her and waiting for her answer.

“And I promise myself to you too, Mendes.”

Shawn grabs the back of y/n’s neck and pulls her in for a deep kiss. Smiling so much that he has to take a break, resting his forehead on hers.

“Shawn,” someone calls out but the lovebirds can’t bother looking away from each other to see, “time to go up.”

Shawn says a quick thank you and steps away from y/n, says a small goodbye to her and walks up onto stage. Throughout the whole concert, Shawn gives his performance, he sings his hardest and has the biggest smile on his face. He’s doing it all for her and wants the world to know.

#shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes #shawn #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes smut #jason mraz #imagines #imagine #fluff

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starryseo · 6 years ago

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torn. | han jisung + lee felix

pairing ↠ jisung x gender neutral!reader, felix x gn!reader

genre ↠ fluff? bit angsty- royalty au!

wc ↠ 5501

summary ↠ how can one follow their heart when it’s split in two?

warnings ↠ none!

a/n ↠ instead of writing 2 different fics for their bdays i’ve given u the best of both worlds :) enjoy :)

being the only heir to the throne was extremely difficult

you had to go through so many different classes, formal events and gatherings in a single day

and it was vvv stressful

your parents insisted on you joining in on their meetings with other higher-ups so you could understand how to deal with each person

and although you knew it was only going to benefit you when you inevitably took over

you really just wanted a break

time alone was so fleeting and you hated that

whenever you had time to relax or enjoy yourself, you’d be too tired to actually do so properly

as much as you enjoyed some of the lessons, like archery (your personal trainer minho was definitely a Sight to see) and cookery (bc mrs han would always let you eat the food you made)

it was extremely tiring and you wished for just one day where you could do absolutely nothing

you always envied the people that werent of your status, people that didnt (quite literally) have a kingdom thrust upon their shoulders

they got to enjoy the finer things in life: normal conversations with their families; they could go out wherever, buy things for themselves and admire the country’s scenery

instead, you were stuck with only ever having meetings with your parents to discuss upcoming deals, people showering you with unwanted gifts to woo you over, and accompanied walks out into your garden

you couldn’t even walk in your own garden alone

there was, however, one special thing that you did look forward to seeing everyday

and that came in the form of an 18 year old boy

han jisung.

han jisung was as close to perfection you thought anyone could get

having practically grown up with the boy, you thought you knew everything there was to know about him

and vice versa, of course

he was your confidant

the only one you could go to when your stress was too high and you had no idea how to cope

he’d seen you through a lot of bad days but his smile alone could always brighten up your mood

he was extremely caring

always putting your needs before his own despite you insisting he treats you as an equal

you knew he didn’t do it bc of your status, it really was just how he was as a person

even to complete strangers, he was always so nice, helping them out without a care

you really wondered how he could be so carefree when outside the castle

this one time he had snuck you out of the castle during your lesson with him

you looked so sad when you came to the stable for your horseriding lesson and his heart ached as soon as he saw your frown

and almost instantly he knew what to do!!

since your horseriding lessons took place inside the castle, your bodyguard didn’t stay with you, entrusting jisung with your safety instead

and he decided that an impromptu trip to the great Outside was exactly what you needed!

so, sneaking out through the back of the stables, donning jisung’s jacket, hat and a face mask, you both escaped the castle

this side of the castle was for the common people that worked inside, like the maids, chefs, stableboys, and when mrs han, your favourite cookery teacher and also jisung’s mum, saw you trying to leave, she simply smiled, waving for the common guards to let you through

he shot a thankful grin at his mum before grabbing your hand, taking you out of the castle

when he wasnt training you and the horses, he spent his time going out of the castle, bringing back small things from his adventures

you didn’t like people showering you with riches, but the small flowers and hand-made bracelets jisung brought back were exceptions to that

he weaved expertly through the hustle and bustle, taking you to a quaint cafe nearby

your grip on his hand tightened - what if people recognised you? word would spread and you would be in so much trouble!

yet, as soon as jisung rubbed your hand soothingly, turning to give you a reassuring smile, all your worries vanished

this cafe was one you frequented (when you escaped your royal walls with jisung)

so when changbin, the owner’s son, saw jisung and a ridiculously-disguised figure (you) walk in, he snickered, ushering you two over into the backroom

he snuck some food and hot drinks to you both during his shift as you snuck away

although you always had to be on alert, jisung’s relaxed demeanour rubbed off on you

you enjoyed doing things like this with him, not caring about your next lesson, or the plethora of princes/esses you had to impress next

you loved just sitting on the floor with him, sharing a plate of cookies and all your secrets

“thank you for this, ji” you sighed, leaning your back against the wall as you sipped on your drink

“don’t worry ‘bout it!” you scrunched your nose when he grinned, cookie crumbs lining the corner of his lips

you raised your hand to wipe away the crumbs, but as soon as your finger touched him, he jumped back

“how indecent, sunshine! the royal highness touching someone as lowly as me? what would your parents say?”

you rolled your eyes at his joke, leaning your head on his shoulder

“you, lowly? you’re better than nearly everyone in that castle, ji”

“what do you mean ‘nearly’? i thought i was your best friend!” he nudged you, a massive pout on his face

“well, you are my best friend, but that’s nothing compared to minho’s face, seriously,,,”

“yeah, im definitely telling your parents this now”

“hey i was joking,” you smiled, poking his side so he would laugh instead of pouting more, “you’re my favourite person in that castle”

“hey lovebirds, shouldn’t you be heading back to the castle?” changbin popped into the kitchen, hanging up his apron, “you’ve been here for almost an hour”

at that, both your and jisung’s carefree attitudes were gone like the wind, eyes wide and bodies rigid as you realised you had to leave. now.

as quickly as you both could, you ran out of the cafe

you don’t know when jisung reached back to hold your hand, pulling you along with him, but a sudden warmth filled you, and you were sure it wasn’t bc of the unexpected exercise

you arrived just a split second before guards had come into the common house, demanding to know where you were since you weren’t waiting by the stables like usual

“i’m fine, i was just a bit hungry so i asked mrs han for some food!”

your bodyguard nodded at that, waiting for you start walking so he could guard you

just as he went ahead to open the doors, you turned around, waving wildly at jisung who was already returning the gesture, and you mouthed a quick ‘thank you!’ before following your guard back to the castle grounds

han jisung was like a sunrise, you always thought

not only because he could brighten your days with the smallest of smiles, but because he was a wisp of fresh air from your tedious life

he always had a trick up his sleeve, something new and surprising to ignite your life, just like the sun rose and breathed life into everything it shone down upon

whenever you saw him, you were sure you could literally see him glow, a heavenly light outlining him because there was no way on earth jisung was anything less than an angel

he was, in simple terms, stunning

even tho he couldnt understand exactly what you went through on a daily basis, he tried so hard to relate to you, knowing exactly what to do to make you feel better

and for that, you couldn’t be more grateful

weeks had passed and your life went as it normally did until one thursday evening

the dining room was filled with its usual quietude, cutlery clinking against plates as you ate your food in peace

although you wished your parents would speak up more, ask you how your day went and not be so focussed on business, you took notice of their tired eyes and held-back yawns

nonetheless, you enjoyed simply being in their presence without deadlines looming over you and the constant nagging from your counsellors

just as you were about to break the silence your father spoke up

he cleared his throat to catch your attention before speaking, “tomorrow, the royal family from our sister country will be coming over to stay”

“o-oh? why?” you furrowed your eyebrows at your father’s announcement

it had been a while since you had last seen that family alone

of course you saw them whenever your family held large events but they hadn’t visited, and stayed over, at your castle in a while

“conflict has been rising at the borders, and you know we cannot be having wars start between our countries”

you nodded and your father continued eating, ending the talk there

you headed straight to bed after that, but you found it hard to sleep because your mind kept wondering back to the family that were arriving soon

or, more specifically, the prince

lee felix.

you woke up grumpily the next morning, having stayed up a few hours later than usual simply because you couldnt sleep

the knocking at your door was getting louder and you could barely hear your maid, hana, yell out your name

grumbling, you got out of bed, pulling open the door. “what’s the matter hana?”

“your highness, the lee family has arrived, why aren’t you ready?”

“i just woke up-”

“oh goodness!” you watched her panic, stuttering something about how your parents would have her head for your lateness, eyes wide in fear, and you laughed to ease her worries

“hana, please, calm down. i’ll wash up, but could you get my clothes?”

she nodded before scurrying off to piece together your attire and accessories

and you made the quickest run ever to get yourself cleaned and presentable

of all days to oversleep, you sighed, shaking your head to push away your fatigue

you groaned at the clothes hana haid lain out on your bed; they looked uncomfortably rich and you couldnt wait to get out of them already

you tried to walk into the dining hall as quietly as possible, but the conversation that was going on stopped as soon as you entered, 5 pairs of eyes on you the second you stepped past the door

you walked forward, bowing your head and greeting the family in front of you, them returning the gesture

king lee smiled as you sat down, joking, “how nice of you to finally join us!”

you stuttered out an apology, looking away nervously, but he shook his head to dismiss your worries

your eyes flittered to felix who was sitting in the seat furthest away from you

he was already looking at you, smiling when you caught his eye and you adored how his eyes crinkled at the corners

you had zoned out as the adults talked and, occasionally, when you and felix made eye contact, he’d pull a weird face

you bit your lips to hold back your laugh but he joined you in grinning

after finishing breakfast, your mother proposed you take felix on a tour of the house as the adults talked over the issues at hand

"anywhere you’d like to go in particular?”

“surprise me, your highness” he nudged your side, eyes eagerly wandering around the halls of your home

you rolled your eyes at what he called you, “since when have you been the formal type?”

he shrugged, smirking, “just thought it was fitting,” he winked at you before walking ahead, “let’s go to the gardens!”

“thought you wanted me to surprise you...” you mumbled, picking up your pace to catch up with him

he waited by the doors leading outside, just so he could hold them open for you and when you thanked him, he let out a teasing, “anything for you, your highness”

“i have a name for a reason, felix, please use it”

“but i like calling you ‘your highness’, your highness”

“it sounds so... so weird though, we’ve known each other since we were kids, we practically grew up together”

“better get used to it then, your royal highness”

you let out a horrid groan at his insistence on the nickname

if there was one thing you remembered about felix

it was that he was stubborn as anything

when you were kids this trait usually transferred into competitiveness and a desire to constantly beat you - he would always beg for rematches if you ever beat him

now his persisting nature made you want to poke him until he stopped, but, since he was your guest, you would try to hold off on doing that for as long as you could

“oh, you remember jisung, right?” you asked, leading him down a familiar path

when you were younger and felix visited, the 2 of you would play outside in the garden and then sneak away to the common area to play with jisung too

the visits became infrequent as you grew older, but jisung was always acting as a waiter at formal events, so the 2 boys still would have seen each other around the castle

“of course i do”

it was a normal reply, and yet you sensed some sort of underlying bitterness when he said that because the ever-present smile on his face wilted slightly at the mention of the other boy

you brushed it off as you overanalysing - felix really had no reason to hate jisung, and you’d never seen the 2 of them fight, nor had either come to you, complaining about the other

you led him to the common house, knocking on the door to the entrance, before going in

you greeted the people lounging around there, snickering slightly as they rushed to welcome felix in properly

you noticed how some of the staff blushed as felix smiled at them, nervously giggling in front of him and you cringed slightly

you held back your laguh as they grew nervous in his presence, but he didn’t seem to mind, his grin growing larger as though he knew what effect he was having on them

“hey mrs han, where’s ji?”

“good morning, your highnesses, he went out to get some food, he should be coming back soon”

“is it alright if we wait here for him?”

“of course!” she smiled, eyes tired but still shining - you admired her pure enthusiasm and the hard work she put into everything she did

she swatted off the other workers that were lazing around so you could sit down

“it’s a pleasure to see you again, prince felix,” mrs han said, placing a plate of warm cookies on the small table in front of you

“the pleasure is all mine, mrs han,” felix beamed, “and might i say, you look like you haven’t aged since the last time i saw you!”

“you are too kind, my prince,” she laughed at his compliment, “he’s a keeper, isn’t he, y/n?”

felix turned to you when mrs han said that, throwing you an exaggerated wink

“he’s a real catch,” you said, voice monotoned and he nudged you at your lack of enthusiasm

“c’mon your highness,” felix teased, lifting your hand to press a kiss in the back before ending with a wink, “admit it.”

you dont know why your hand warmed at the contact, nor why you felt a weird fluttery feeling in your stomach at the overused action, yet you didn’t exactly hate what you were going through

before you could reply, you heard someone clear their throat to break the conversation

“ji!” you exclaimed, jumping from your seat, “felix is here!”

“so it seems,” he murmured, eyes unmoving from felix’s face

you turned to felix, only to see him staring straight back at jisung, eyes unblinking

you looked at mrs han, raising a brow, confused at their awkward behaviour, and she just shook her head, mumbling, “boys...” before grabbing the bags from jisung’s hands and walking off

“alright,” you clapped, breaking both boys out of their stare-off, “let’s go outside!”

“you two go ahead, i’ve got something to do,” jisung murmured

“please, ji, we came here just for you,” you pouted, pulling his wrist to make him join you

“i’ll come later, i swear, y/n,” he replied, lightly squeezing your hand in promise

you nodded before leaving with felix, but you couldnt help feel something was off about him

he hadn’t called you by your name in years.

you and felix had decided to stay outside, sitting on one of the benches just to catch up with each other

mrs han had, kindly enough, sent someone over with a basket of food for you to snack on as you listened to felix talk about his friends

“i’ve missed this, you know?”

“missed what?” you asked, quickly swallowing a bite of your sandwich

“this, us, the two of us being with each other”

“o-oh” you mumbled, staring down at the food in your hand, “it has been a while hasn’t it?”

you tried to skirt around the topic, not knowing exactly what he meant or why he would miss you so much

you were avoiding his gaze, but you could still feel his eyes peering at the side of your face

“please look at me,” he whispered, and you dont know what exactly it was about his voice, but despite your sudden shyness at the topic, you felt compelled to look at him

he slowly grabbed your hand, the touch warming you instantly as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand

his eyes were glistening under the sun, roaming all over your face as soon as you turned to him

all you could focus on was him

his eyes

his freckles

his lips-

“hope i’m not interrupting anything!”

thank god for jisung bc you dont know how much longer you could stay unmoving under felix’s intense gaze

as soon as you looked at your best friend, felix had turned away too, scooting away from you and you wondered if he’d been that close to you the whole time

“you came!” you cheered as enthusiastically as possible, but felix’s actions were just replaying in your mind and jisung could tell there was something off about the both of you now

jisung had run the short distance left to you, sitting himself in the gap between you and felix

“so, sunshine, why’d you so desperately want to see me?”

“i wasn’t desperate, you fool, i just wanted all of us to hang out together, like old times”

“ah yes, the dream team plus felix,” although he was only joking, smirk on his face clearly showing that, only you and jisung had laughed at that

“hey, i was just kidding,” he said, nudging felix when said boy just carried on staring at the ground

“i gathered” felix grumbled, sighing before standing up, “i need to use the bathroom”

“i can show you-”

“i’ll find it myself.” he cut you off, walking in the direction of the castle

“whats got the prince so grumpy?” jisung asked rhetorically

you shrugged, his actions still reeling in your mind

“let me guess,” jisung started, “he got all moody as soon as i came, right?”

“now that you mention it, yes, he did, but what has that got to do with anything?”

in all your time knowing the two boys, they had never argued in front of you; the three of you always played together nicely, albeit they both were closer to you than they were to each other, but you just assumed that was because they never knew each other that well

now that you were all older, you hoped they had grown out of their childish ways, but apparently not

“um, everything??” jisung spoke, like everything he was saying was clear as day, “he’s probably jealous of us because i’m pretty sure he likes you.”

you laughed at that

hysterically

felix??? liking you?? that was CrazyTM even for that wild child

“seriously jisung i dont know how you came up with that, but that was a good one”

“for once, y/n, im not joking”

your chuckles died down when you noticed he really wasnt laughing with you

your eyebrows furrowed, confusion already lacing your words as you asked “why would he even like me?”

“beats me,” he joked, shrugging his shoulders and, despite that being a harmless, dismissive action, it hurt

so much

sure, jisung was your best friend but was there really nothing about you that he liked?

you hated how much a small gesture like that got to you, but you couldnt stop the sadness bubbling inside of you even if you tried

“wow, thanks,” you scoffed, dusting off your clothes before standing up, “i’m going to see if felix is okay.”

“wait, y/n-” he jumped up, pulling you back to him by your wrist. “i didn’t mean it like that, i-”

“it’s whatever, jisung,” you tugged your hand out of his grasp before walking back to the castle

you wanted to hear him out, he looked so desperate to talk to you, but your mind was hazy with so many different thoughts and emotions you just need to get away from him

so you walked back inside, taking your time as you climbed the staircase to the room that felix was staying in

you knocked on his bedroom door, entering when you heard a low, “come in”

he was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the ground, his hands covering his face

you rushed over to him, quickly shutting the door behind you, before you crouched in front of him

gently holding his wrists, you moved his hands away from his face

you brushed away his hair that had fallen in front of his face, glad to see that he wasn’t crying

but his crestfallen expression wasnt heartwarming either

he had barely glanced up at you, finding the carpet much more intriguing to stare at

“talk to me, felix, what’s the matter?”

“nothing, it’s stupid,” he sighed, falling back onto the bed. once again, he covered his eyes with his forearm.

you lay down besides him on the bed, staring at the ceiling

you both stayed like that for a while, completely silent, but it was comforting just being besides felix like that

jisung’s words were running through your head and, although you felt bad for leaving him like that, you were curious as to whether or not there was any truth behind his words

could lee felix really like you?

“hey, felix?”

he hummed, arm unmoving, to tell you he was listening

“has this got something to do with jisung?”

he let out a long sigh before turning onto his side to face you

you mirrored his position, staring at his face to see him doing the same

he bit his lip, closing his eyes as though he was contemplating what to say

when he finally opened his eyes again, you listened to him intently

“in a way, yes?” he started, chuckling a bit, “this is going to sound so stupid, but, i guess i just envy the two of you.”

you furrowed your brows, pouting slightly at hearing his confession - why did he feel jealous though? jisung was right about that part-

“stop doing that,” felix whined, his own lips pouting

your eyes widened at his sudden exclamation, “doing what exactly?”

“stop being so cute”

“felix-”

“i like you, okay? i’ve liked you for so long, but jisung likes you too and it kills me because i know that you’d pick him over me any day”

you couldnt believe jisung was actually right.

felix seriously liked you?

liked you as more than just a friend??

your thoughts were going haywire, his confession playing like a broken record in your mind

“i-i didn’t know-”

he laughed at that, facing the ceiling once more, “that’s kind of the whole point of a crush”

you were stunned.

how were you even supposed to reply to that??

“it’s hard not to like you, really.” he started, and you noticed his cheeks turning rosy with every word he spoke. “you’re so down-to-earth, unlike a lot of the other royals we meet who are conceited and full of themselves, you’re so kind to people, but you won’t ever let them push you around or take you for granted, y’know? and you’re always hands on, you love helping others out even when your parents or mrs han are telling you not to; god, i could go on for eternity about the little things i like about you y/n...”

by the time he had said all of that, he was facing you once more, hand slowly coming to rest on your cheek as he stared closely at you

“do you remember the first time we met?”

small smiles crossed both of your faces as you thought back to childhood memories

“of course i do, at the hwang palace”

hwang hyunjin was like a brother to felix, despite being the prince of a different country

the two were practically inseperable - whenever there was a formal event taking place, you would always find one right beside the other

you remembered that day very clearly. it was one of the first times you had actually left your country for a function. before that, your parents had kept you at home to review work since they thought you were too young to be out at large, noisy social events

so when you rocked up at the hwang party, hiding behind your dad’s leg as he greeted other kings, hyunjin and felix took the initiative to grab your hands and literally drag you away to the other kids there

hyunjin disappeared a little while after to beg the cooks to sneak you kids some food

and felix whisked you away to hyunjin’s room

at first you were scared (bc 2 boys were dragging you away and your parents were just smiling at you to have fun)

but you realised they werent all that bad. felix made you feel really welcome as he shared the food already in hyunjin’s room

you both played with the toys and half-built fort felix and hyunjin had already set up

and by the time hyunjin had come back with a massive bag full of sweets you were 100 per cent you didnt ever want to leave these two

you were literally on the verge of crying when hyunjin’s maid came up telling you that you had to go

you and felix were literally begging your parents to stay but to no avail :(((

that continued on for years after that until the 3 of you had grown up and it was no longer socially acceptable for 3 royals to go into a bedroom together for hours on end bc who knows what would be going on in there

you’d still catch felix sending you sly grins when you met him in the hall and he’d always jokingly ask you to dance with him

and each time you’d send him away or run to hyunjin to save you

spoiler: he never saves you

so you’d end up dancing with felix and it would be so bad

you knew he could dance bc he had put on performances at his own family’s events

but here you two were too busy laughing and chatting away to try to not step on the other’s feet

“i was so sad when hyunjin came back up, y’know?”

“why? we were in his room,” you laughed at his childish behaviour

“because,” he whined, “we were having so much fun together and you were the first kid that actually came up and joined us, everyone else stayed with their parents”

“i mean, i didnt have much choice did i? you two dragged me upstairs to play with you.”

“touche-”

by now both of you were staring at the ceiling again, thinking back on many childhood memories

“it wasn’t love,” he started, “we were 7 i dont think i even knew what love was then, but i could just- i don’t know, i could tell there was smth about you then. and when we met up after that i think i just fell for you a bit more each time.”

it was so odd hearing felix talk about how he liked you

the boy was always joking around, a grin plastered on his face, but here he was speaking so earnestly and it left you completely speechless

you couldnt lie to yourself

you had thought about felix in some romantic way before

as you grew up your parents would always make comments about how you and felix were so close

add that to the fact that both of your parents were very close too

you honestly thought you’d end up marrying felix one day to satisfy your parents and your nations

of course the topic of marriage wasnt for another few years but these thoughts had bombarded your mind every now and then - more so when your father announced the lees would be coming over

but right now, as you lay besides him, mind an utter mess, you had no clue how to respond to him

all thoughts abruptly stopped as soon felix spoke

“can i kiss you?”

your thoughts went wild after that, but somewhere in that mess you vaguely remember nodding before one of you moved close and the other even closer, diminshing any distance between the two of you

it was short but lasting

his hand came up and rested on your cheek, barely holding onto you like you were the finest china he had ever laid hands on

so scared to break you, yet unwilling to let you go

his touch was warm and comforting, like a sunrise, appreciation and love washing over you in blissful waves

you pulled away from him, his eyes slowly opening at crinkling at the edges as he grinned

“you dont know how long ive wanted to do that for”

you laughed at his excitement and the smile on his face, but the door slamming shut broke you out of this joyous moment

you had a sinking feeling you knew who was there and without wasting a second you got up

your mind barely registered felix calling your name out as you ran out, quickly catching up to jisung who was halfway down the stairs already

“ji, please wait!”

“why?? you seemed perfectly fine up there with prince charming!”

he stopped where he was, turning around and watching as you ran down until you were just a step in front of him

“can you just- can you please just talk to me, ji.” you sighed, holding onto his wrists gently so he wouldn’t run away again, although you felt he wouldn’t try anyways. “what’s wrong?”

“me! i’m what’s wrong!”

“i don’t underst-”

“god, y/n, i’m in love with you!”

and you froze.

you were glad jisung was holding onto your arms bc you lost your grip on any rational thoughts

you felt his hand slowly leave yours, instead trailing up your arm, your shoulder, your neck, until he reached your face, thumb running over your rosy cheek as he brushed away the stray hairs

“i’m sorry you had to find out like this,” he started, voice so quiet but so loud in your mind. “but i’m not sorry i feel this way. i probably should,” he chuckled, “but i don’t.”

you vaguely remember his fingers weaving through your hair as he pulled you closer to him, his breathing light as he murmured a small, “may i?”

and you nodded.

you dont know who moved first or who closed the gap between you, but you remember him.

his lips brushing yours gently before he pressed against you with more passion

his other hand dropped your wrist, finding sanctuary on your waist as he drew you closer and you gravitated towards him so naturally, so easily, he smiled into the kiss

your hands found purchase on his chest, his heart’s rythmic beating playing like a melody in your palm and you grinned too

soon enough you broke away, faces mere centimeters apart, both of you blushing and beaming

“you’re so stunning, sunshine” he breathed, not breaking the tranquility of the moment

and you couldn’t help but look away shyly, his gaze too endearing and intimate for you to handle

when you look back up his eyes are focussed on the top of the staircase and you worry your parents or staff are there, fuming

but when you turn around your heart dropped because there, at the end of the staircase, is felix.

hhhhhhhhhhh do i even need to explain how sorry i am that this took literal months to post??? the ending was killing me bc i didnt know how to write it and then personal stuff came up but nOW it’s finally done!!!! im gonna get smth up for jeongin’s bday too (lets pray i can actually post it before february ends). hope u enjoyed reading this!!!!

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letscuttothefeeling · 5 years ago

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season three episode two

Before we get into the intricacies of this subpar episode, I want you to close your eyes, inhale, and reflect: is the guy you’re dating your boyfriend, or is he a father figure to you? Think about it. Now let’s cut to the feeling.

I don’t know about you, but seeing a groggy Old Man Ish clumsily lumber around in a backwards hat and a short-sleeved gorilla tee while holding his morning coffee made me immediately sick. And I’m just watching it on TV. Imagine being Madisson and waking up to that. Like, yes, this show is my sole will to live, but even I can’t stomach this. It really can’t get worse. Oh my God. Ish just described Brandon as “agro.” It did get worse.

Thank god Ish is finally off my screen and I’m back to looking at G baby and BG. Appetite restored. Jared’s also there, so I’m unable to entirely recover from the Ish debacle, but I guess this is the best I can hope for. And may I just add that I am absolutely loving this playful “boys” scene? Seeing the guys boolin with their goon squad is bringing the vibes up big time. BG doesn’t even seem upset about Dadisson – in fact, he begins talking about a potential budding romance with Amanda! And just like that, we’re back on track.

Strap in. The scene I’ve been waiting for. Dadisson’s reveal to her actual, biological father. Fade in. Jon, Madisson’s bio dad, is seated outside at a cute restaurant, completely unaware of the bomb that is about to explode in his face. As he looks up and sees his daughter walking over with her former producer, you can see the confusion setting in. Wait, what? Why is my youngest daughter walking in with Ish, the show’s old producer? Isn’t she supposed to be introducing me to her boyfriend? Oh, no . . . I think at that point, Jon must know, but he’s remaining willfully ignorant for as long as possible. And I get that, Jon. I do.

Ish has this special oafish trudge that seriously makes him look like some sort of ogre and I am absolutely living for it. When the lovebirds take their seats, a dark cloud rolls over the Key. Reality sets in. Madisson starts telling her real father about her new Daddy, and my heart is racing. After establishing their respective ages, Jon takes a deep breath and calmly asks the most uncomfortable question your Dad could ever ask you about your boyfriend: “Is he a father figure to you?”

Let’s decompress. This has to be one of the rawest scenes on reality TV, so pour one out for Jon, who at this point was undoubtedly racking his brain trying to recall the exact moment he fucked Madisson up so badly that she now actively chooses to bang 50-year olds. I feel bad for you, Jon. Back to the show.

Madisson is crying, Jon is reeling over his mistakes, and Ish is trying to defend his relationship. As for me, I have one question: could Siesta Key have provided these poor souls with drinks before forcing them to do this on camera?

After that cringey scene, I’m more than happy to watch Amanda and BG have a SPICY meetuppé. Unfortunately, Amanda begins serving me really strange vibes and I’m kind of scared of her. There’s too much licking involved on this date and I’m not interested. Let’s cut to the next scene, where Madisson and Brandon meet to hopefully get closure.

Finally, we get a glimpse of the breakuppé timeline! If you remember correctly, Season 2 ended with us thinking we’d get a glorious Bradisson reunion in Season 3. Alas, we have Dadisson instead. Please don’t misconstrue this as a complaint, because it’s very far from that. I’m just a little confused as to how Dadisson came about, and apparently, so is BG. Madisson explains that after she moved to LA, she no longer felt connected to Brandon. Two months after breaking things off, she began taking to Ish. Brandon isn’t buying it. He’s convinced their relationship has been brewing for some time. Personally, I believe her. She’s never lied and I think Brandon is projecting his own issues onto Madisson. Thoughts?

Lots of tough conversations today – now we’re at Cara’s waiting anxiously for her to drop the news we all knew was coming from the moment she started dating Garrett. That she wants to break up. I think now is as good a time as any to unpack Garrett’s love life. Garrett. Get it together. The whole “hot but stupid” narrative is something the producers are pushing . . . right? You cannot possibly be this idiotic IRL. But love is blinding, I guess. Garrett was cheated on by Kelsey (with Alex), used by Juliette to make someone jealous (Alex), and used by Cara to piss off Kelsey and Juliette (and Alex.) Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me three times, and you can call me Garrett Miller.

Okay, time for Kelsey and Juliette’s housewarming / rosé party! That had to be the whitest sentence I’ve ever written. The party begins and everyone seems to be in good spirits. Side note – I really applaud the film crew for catching everything that they do. They even got a short clip of Garrett having difficulty opening the front door and included it to perpetuate the very true belief that Garrett is actually a failed artificial intelligence robot project gone wrong.

Chloe arrives with a shot ski, but “Con Artist” Robby has to one-up her by bringing a TV. She’s convinced he’s bringing it to make up for how small his dick is. Boys, you heard it here first – don’t even THINK about bringing a TV to a party unless you want everyone to know how small your penis is! Madisson’s not even paying attention to Boring Robby’s embarrassing genital blunder because she’s too busy eyeing Amanda and Brandon. She even has the audacity to whisper, “I just hope he has the best intentions.” Right, because Ish definitely has the best intentions with you. Okay, Madisson.

Notably missing from the soirée is Cara and my new favorite cast member, Victoria. Kelsey obviously vetoed Cara’s invite, so C and V decided to get a romantic relaxing beachside massage instead. Cara begins explaining that she’s only stringing Garrett along because he functions as her safety net. Meanwhile, at the party, Juliette is having to spell this out to simple Garrett. He looks glum. Suddenly, Garrett’s “unhappy hour” t-shirt seems much more fitting.

Chloe and Amanda are in a corner, and shocker, they’re talking shit about Juliette and Robby. Juliette overhears, confronts them, and tensions rise. Chloe and Juliette step outside to discuss it further, and it becomes very apparent to me that Juliette is utterly plastered. Chloe is basically sober. What could go wrong?

Everything! Chloe starts off by asking Juliette what she thinks about their friendship. Obviously, these two have a sordid past, but Juliette is literally too blackout to articulate anything, so Chloe’s immediately won this before it even really begins. Towards the end of the conversation, Juliette starts wagging her finger in Chloe’s face. Chloe slaps it away, so naturally, Juliette retaliates by PUNCHING HER IN THE HEAD. Juliette, I love you, and I’m normally on your side, but this is just not a good lewk. Chloe is straight chilling while Juliette attempts to rip out her extensions. So of course, Chloe looks like the normal one, and Juliette looks like she’s on The Bad Girls Club instead of Siesta Key. Hopefully, she’ll learn a lesson from this, because violence is never the answer!

Unfortunately, Juliette doesn’t learn that lesson! As soon as Amanda steps in to break up the fight, Juliette also tries to hit her. She also can’t understand why Amanda is being so harsh when Amanda was the one who punched Chloe in the face and broke her nose two years ago. Which I feel like is valid! Everyone is screaming, running around and fighting. Genuine chaos. Anarchy. The only person there who is remaining calm is Brandon. He is quite literally the human embodiment of Switzerland. Immediately I’m reminded of that part in Twilight’s third book, Eclipse, when Bella is forced to be the voice of reason and soothe the tensions between vampire Edward and werewolf Jacob. In order to fight the vampire army that Victoria’s newborn lover has created, the vampires and werewolves must put aside their inherent differences and join forces. If not, they could totally ravage Seattle, travel to the quaint town of Forks, and potentially eat Police Chief Charlie Swan!! By becoming a neutral Switzerland, Bella narrowly avoids this horrific fate. Like Bella, Brandon remains neutral in a time of utter disaster. Thanks, Brandon. But more importantly, thank YOU, Stephanie Meyer.

Kelsey swiftly removes everyone from her home and starts looking for Amanda’s lost phone while Boring Robby hugs Juliette and tries to make her feel better about being the worst. And Kelsey standing around in the background after having to forcibly remove all her friends from her property while her roommate makes out with her boyfriend is such a vibe.

After Cara comes to the rescue to pickuppé the stranded party guests, the episode ends. Overall, I was pretty unhappy with this episode, but I feel that it was a necessary step to get us back in the right direction. I just miss Alex. He needs to return from Europe immediately. I’m tired of all of this girl drama and I want Boring Robby to become Interesting Robby. The next episode seems promising – but we’ll have to wait and see.

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