#now to get ready to see the sad edits tomorrow

[deathbyfiction]

[merchen-aeravellae]

Little Princess

Part 1

Yandere Royal Family x Fake Princess!Reader

Warning: yandere, platonic yandere, possessiveness, potion It's my birthday and this is my gift for you, It's 11:59 but it's still my birthday, not edited, tomorrow I will edit it.

The empire is getting ready for the most important celebration of the year. The imperial family is decorating the palace with gold and silver decorations, and diamond gifts are the sensation of the moment. However, a room that has been accumulating dust for years will be the cause of all plans crumbling.

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Yandere family is excited about the approaching date. Their little princess is reaching the age to debut in high society, and they cannot miss the opportunity to show you off to others.

Yandere family has all the servants decorating the castle, and they have the citizens decorating the village not that anyone is complaining. They have turned your birthday into the most important celebration of the year, always celebrating in grand style without skimping on expenses. You deserve the very best, and this year is no exception.

Yandere family is searching for you all over the castle to drag you along to find new dresses for the occasion. However, you are hiding in every possible place to avoid being found. You argue that you already have many dresses, but they don't care; they still want to buy you more.

Yandere family doesn't realize that you're hiding in the library where the history of the empire and the royal family is kept. You usually don't go there, or rather, you're not allowed to be there, which makes it the perfect place to avoid being sought out.

You tried to enter the room, but it seemed locked. However, you had been living in this palace long enough to learn how to open its doors without the need for a key. You quickly closed the door and pressed your ear against it, listening to several pairs of footsteps in the hallway. You didn't move from that spot until you stopped hearing them. You walked around, observing your surroundings; there were dozens of books everywhere, from the tables to the shelves.

You grab several books out of curiosity, but none capture your attention for long. That is until a series of books supported on the highest and furthest shelf from the others catches your eye it seems like they didn't want these books to be found. You use a nearby chair to reach them.

You read the title aloud, 'History and Genealogical Tree of the Imperial Family.' It's the first time you've read a book related to your family's history. Your curiosity overcame you, and you kept reading until you reached the part about your closest family members.

But it seemed that someone had made modifications to the book; someone had tried to cover up a name. You suppose it's yours since the person didn't do a good job, and you could still see some letters that you recognized as your own name. They had placed your sister's name over yours, and you didn't know the reason for that.

You continued reading to find the reason for this change, and finally, you reached the notes. A chill ran down your spine. In the notes, it was written about the true identity of your older sister and how someone else had been occupying her place for a long time. That person was you.

Yandere family doesn't understand your sudden change in personality; now you're thoughtful all the time, and they are sure you've been crying. Initially, they thought that the decorations and dresses were the cause of your sadness – not good enough or expensive enough for you. However, even after changing everything for something more luxurious, you remain the same.

Yandere family is desperate; they don't understand what's happening, searching far and wide without finding a logical reason. They press you until you can't take it anymore, and you confront them for having hidden the truth about your origins for so long.

Yandere family is surprised and horrified that you now know the truth. They waste no time in finding culprits: was it the servants, the guards, a family member? No matter who it was, their head will be displayed on a pike for the crime they committed.

Yandere family try to talk to you and explain the situation, but you refuse to listen. They are so desperate that they get on their knees to beg for your forgiveness, but not even that works to make you glance in their direction. It is at that moment that they devise a plan to uncover the truth and get rid of the culprit.

Yandere family quickly realized the truth; the forbidden library was unlocked, and it seemed like someone had been lurking around. A book that should have been burned long ago lay on the floor in a corner with all its pages crumpled.

Yandere family already have plans to remedy the situation, but they must act as soon as possible. A few days ago, you tried to escape, claiming that you need to find your biological family and seek answers to your questions. Your biological family may start praying that you never find them; if you do, your adoptive family won't hesitate to bury them alive in the depths of the earth so they never see the light of day again.

Yandere family have you locked in your room now, not wanting to take the risk of you trying to escape again, and this time succeeding. They sought out the most powerful witch in the empire to help them fix the situation. The solution is to make you believe it was all a dream. Initially confused, the witch provided them with a potion and detailed instructions on its usage.

Yandere family gave you the potion in one of your meals. They didn't want to do it, but they felt they had no other choice. At first, you refused to eat, but it didn't last long. Accustomed to having a full stomach, a single day of not ingesting anything made you feel sick. Your room was a mess, and you curled up in a corner. Your older sister tried to approach, but you quickly moved away as far as possible. She looked at you with sadness in her eyes, left the food on the bedside table, and left, locking the door behind her. You didn't take long to start eating.

Yandere family worried when you fell ill, even though they knew it was just the potion doing its work on your body and mind. You stayed in that state for days, and they took advantage of the time to remodel the library. They couldn't get rid of the book because it would be too suspicious, so they simply replaced it with a different one. The author who wrote the notes "disappeared" one night, and they never found them.

Yandere family were relieved when you woke up several days later, confused and unsure of the date. You were scared that your family acted as if nothing had happened. Your room was tidy, and the things you broke were arranged without a scratch. They told you that you fainted while trying on a dress for your celebration, and you hadn't woken up since then.

Yandere family know you won't stay still and will search for the family book in the library again, but this time, they are prepared.

You are confused when you read the book with the family tree; your name is alongside the rest of the royal family members, and the note about you taking the place of someone else is nowhere to be found. Was it all a dream? Everything felt so real; now, you don't know what is true and what is a lie.

Yandere family observe your behavior; you no longer reject them, but you also don't get too close to them. It's progress, and they know that sooner or later, you will come to them.

Yandere family are overjoyed when you apologize. At first, they acted confused, but when you explained that you had strange dreams, and that's why you acted strangely these past weeks, they "forgave you" and asked you to continue with the preparations for your birthday to proceed as usual.

Yandere family shed tears of joy and a bit of envy towards the other eyes watching you when they see you descending the grand staircase like an angel meeting its faithful devotees, blessing them with your presence.

Yandere family "They abandoned you, but we can protect you. The world is cruel, and our greatest desire is to safeguard your innocence."

[leaderwon]

hi! could you please do a part 2 to enha forgets ur birthday? pls part 1 was so good🫵🏼🫶🏻 i just wanna see them grovel lol

non!idol enhypen x non!idol reader

forgetting your birthday pt. 2 !

pt. 1

warnings : she/her pronouns used, cursing, crying, mentions of grief.

luna's diary : this one kinda sucks ugh. HELLA RUSHED because I went to a trip (Singapore + Malaysia) AND THE CELL SERVICE WAS terrible I'm so so so sorry anons this is very dissapointing but I felt bad making yall wait for so long. Promise to edit this as soon as I reach home!

HEESEUNG

After the realisation that your boyfriend, had indeed forgotten your birthday, the birthday spirits you had in the starting of the day had blown away. As promised he appeared to your door step with flowers in his hands as he murmured a set of apologies for forgetting your special day. Saying you were mad at your boyfriend would be a huge understatement. You were furious with a hint of disappointment. "baby I'm sorry please" he said as you closed your eyes felt a few tears threatening to fall. Noticing this heeseung hugged you tight and ran his hands in your head wondering how he could make it up to you. He knew he messed up and this couldn't be mended easily. Like a broken dam, your tears started flowing uncontrollably. "How could you forget hee?" you questioned him finally using your voice for the first time since he arrived. "I know pretty girl im so sorry" he said as his voice hitched and eyes swelling up with tears, his mind running on a marathon trying to find ways to make it up to you. Like a bulb lighting above his head, he left you on the spot and rushed to the living room.

A few minutes later he rushed back ushering you to follow him. Upon reaching the living room you saw a beautifully decorated living room with fairy lights, your favourite blankets with your snacks and your favorite movie ready to play. A smiled adorned your features as you heard him say "i know what I did was terrible but let me try to make it up to you".

JAY

He was at a party with the boys when you made him realised that he had messed up the date. He couldn't believe it. This man was shocked, mind blank wtf type shock. By the time he reached home he was already in tears. But when he saw how dark your house was with sadness evident on your face as you slept in your bed he broke down right in front of your sleeping figure.

How could he mess up the date that marks your creation? He was more dissapointed in him than you were tbh. You were soon awaken by the sounds of your boyfriend's cries. "Baby what's wrong?" You questioned him cradling his face. "I'm sorry princess I'm so sorry i can't believe I forgot your birthday"

He was more heartbroken than you were, his emotions all over the place. "Baby it's okay i promise" Cuddles and kisses you the whole night and clears his schedule for the next day.

JAKE

The whole day you patiently waited for Jake to show his existence to you. It was your birthday and you were excited to spend the day with him. But to no avail, he didn't show up. Deciding to occupy yourself with your phone, you saw a notification indicating that Jake had uploaded a story. The light in your eyes faded away as you took in Jake with Iseul, a junior, on your birthday.

Having done with this, you decided to finally text him. Upon realising what he had done, he rushed home to see you on the couch with a dark cloud above your head. "Hey baby" Jake started slowly. "I'm really sorr-" "Save it Jake I don't want to hear it" You responded cutting him off. "But baby you know Iseul is like a younger sister to me" He started again. He was walking on eggshells right now knowing that if he said anything wrong you would crack. "I get that she's a younger sister to you, but Jake it's my birthday, you could have comforted her tomorrow, but my birthday wont be tomorrow" You replied. "I waited for you so long, try and look at this in my point of view Jake" as you said that his eyes softened. "I'm so sorry, i get why you're mad at me baby please let me try and make it up to you" He said trying to mend things. "Just give me time Jake, i don't think I'll get over this easily" You said as you left the house.

You were back 3 hours later, with jake in the same spot you left him. He expression blanked as he looked at you. You were spooked out by him as you stared back at him for a moment. "Are you just gonna stand there for the rest of your life?" You asked giggling. Hearing your precious laughter he looked at you with a slight smile on his face. "Baby, I'm sorry i really am. I don't know how it managed to slip out of my mind. I swear i remembered it I'm so sorry" He said starting to ramble as you looked at him. His words barely registered in your mind due to how fast he was speaking. "Jake it's okay" "and i get it if you're still mad at me and don- wait what?" He asked confused. "You accept my apology?" He continued as you nodded. Finally moving after hours he engulfed you in a hug. "Thank you Thank you, I'll make sure this never happens again" he said gratefully. "You better not do this shit again" You said.

"Now tell me the Iseul tea"

SUNGHOON

When you asked him if he checked his calendar out of the blue he was confused. Why would you suddenly want him to check his calendar?

Upon actually checking his calendar he went pale realising he forgot your birthday, an occasion that shouldn't be remembered through a calendar. This guy was going through five stages of grief.

"no way i forgot my princess' birthday"

"how the fuck did I manage to forget her birthday?"

"God please let this be a dream"

"i forgot her birthday"

"okay i forgot her birthday, let's make it up to her" He said finally reaching the last stage of grief, acceptance. He rushed to your house to see you not there. He called your name multiple times hoping to get an answer from you finally seeing you sitting in the balcony.

"Hey baby, whatcha doin'?" your boyfriend asked you slowly walking towards you. "Nothing just sitting" You replied slowly, sadness evident in your voice. "Baby" Sunghoon starts again sitting next to you this time. He passed you a chocolate eyeing you to open it.

Upon opening it you noticed a small peice of paper with "I love you" and "I'm sorry" written on it. "I don't know how it slipped my mind, princess. But I will make it up to you, I promise". You understood his point of view, it was common to forget stuff. Though you were still hurt by this, you laid your head on his shoulder and the both of you silently enjoyed the scenery your balcony offered in silence.

SUNOO

The day had ended by the time your boyfriend had finally remembered your existence and decided to text you. You had held a party to celebrate your special day with your friends and family hoping to see a sign of sunoo. When sunoo had first texted you, you were shocked to find out that he had absolutely no idea what party or what special occasion you were talking about. You were devastated to find out that not only did he not know what day it was, but he expected you to tell him.

What kind of boyfriend doesn't remember his girlfriend's birthday and then expect her to tell him? You were mad at him with alot of hurt lingering inside you.

The clock read 1:30 am the moment he stepped inside the house. Looking around he saw leftover confetti, balloons and alocholic beverages yet to be picked up. All of this indicating that there was infact a party held. Sunoo knew that what he had done would not take a good turn and that it would take alot of fighting and apologizing to make it up to you. Spotting you with tears in your eyes, he made his way to you slowly pulling you into a hug and started apologizing.

He was sorry and guilty, you knew he was. But him expecting you to tell him that it was your birthday was where you drew the line.

You were unsure on whether you could forgive him at all. He promised to take you out tomorrow and attempt to make it up to you. You knew that wouldn't heal the hurt this had caused you, but you appreciated his efforts and agreed as you hugged him back.

JUNGWON

Out of all the people you liked in your life, you never expected Yang Jungwon to forget your birthday. If someone told you he would, you would laugh your ass off. But now, you were in tears as you held your phone finally deciding to text him.

You were in disbelief as you found out that he thought your birthday was next weekend. Thoughts like "How can someone mess up their lover's birthday?" "does he care less to not know which day" were running through your head.

He rushed into your home apologizing immediately mentioning how much he had planned and got a date wrong. He was on the verge of tears as you looked up at him rambling.

"Baby i promise i remembered, look I even had some gifts prepared" He said as he sped walk towards your shared dresser in the bedroom opening up a random compartment you had no idea existed. "What the fuck? Since when was that there?" You asked him in utter shock.

"It's always been there baby, you never noticed it" Jungwon said taking out a huge amount of gifts for you. "You weren't kidding when you said you were prepared huh?" You spoke as you scanned the bags. "Since last month" He winked at you as he led you to your living room.

"I'm so sorry, i can't believe I forgot your birthday I'm such a bad boyfriend" Jungwon apologized to you as guilt and shamed swirled in his orbs ( is this even right wtf - leaderwon ).l

"Won it's fine, don't worry" You said as a smile finally made its way on your face. "Now let's see what you got me I'm so excited" you said again as you smiled wider in happiness.

NI-KI

You were raging as you watched him play his video games for the entire day. You weren't an anti of games for you were also into playing. But it was your birthday today, a day he was supposed to spend with you instead of the ps5 Jay had gotten him on his birthday last year.

You were heartbroken as you tried to knock some sense into your boyfriend. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Finally giving up, you took your wallet and coat and left the house to get fresh air.

You could feel your phone vibrate as Ni-ki spammed your phone asking where you were. You decided against on replying and just walked ahead. Soon, you heard your boyfriend call your name from behind as he ran towards you. You tried walking faster since you didn't want to be with him at the moment. But your luck was unfortunate as he had legs long asf and caught up to you within moments.

"baby stop, come back home it's late" he begged. "Go back to your game, it's never too late for that" You said in a monotonous tone. "I'm sorry" "Sorry won't fix the day I lost waiting for you to fucking realise and rejecting all my friends who cared enough to want to spend the day with me" You said almost tearing up and walking again.

"I'm sorry" You heard him say as he stopped following you. You never heard his voice be so gentle in the 2 years you have been dating him. His voice sounded like he was on the brink of having a mental breakdown. "I really am" He said again and your heart dropped. You wondered if you were being too harsh on him.

Frozen in place, you could feel the tension in the air as the cool air blew through your hair. You were trying really hard to stay strong and hard but when you turned back to look at him, you could feel your heart drop to your stomach. You knew you were soft for this man, but the moment you looked at him you could feel emotions that you weren't aware yu could feel.

"Please" You heard him say. His eyes were pitiful with a tear threatening to fall. "I know i fucked up but please please let me try and make it up to you". You couldn't bare to see him like this anymore. "Fine" You sighed and walked towards him again.

You were hurt he missed your birthday, yes. But seeing him like that hurt you more. You knew you were deep as you held his hand and walked to the house the both of you resided in.

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[angstysebfan]

Just Friends - Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: What happens in the aftermath of part 1, and will Bucky be able to fix this? Warnings: Angst, talks of manipulation, Bucky is a bit of an asshole, cursing

A/N: Hope you like Part 2 as much as Part 1! None of my stories or edited or beta’d so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. If you want to be a part of my permanent taglist, please request letting me know that you want to be on the permanent one.

Part 1 here

You stay in your room for the rest of the day, not wanting to see or talk to anyone, especially Bucky. You just can’t understand how the hell this all happened. Two days ago, you were taking a nap together in each others arms, and now he doesn’t even want to be friends with you. Your heart is beyond broken, and the love you feel towards him makes you sad. You didn’t just love him as a friend, you were in love with him, and now you feel stupid. You know who is responsible, besides Bucky being a complete moron, Dot. That bitch has it coming to her.

You hear a knock on your door, and a part of you hopes it’s Bucky saying he made a mistake, but when you open the door you see Steve. The smile he was wearing falls when he sees your tear stained face.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks.

You nod, not wanting to talk about it, especially with Bucky’s now one and only best friend. Steve just looks at you, not believing you.

“Okay… well we have a mission, you free to leave tonight?” he asks.

“Yeah, absolutely. What time?” You can’t help the relieved feeling that you will get away.

“Need you ready to go with Nat in an hour” Steve says in his ‘Cap’ voice.

You salute him and close the door, to start prepping your departure. This mission could not come at a better time. You hope that some time away will help Bucky come to his senses, or maybe help you realize that you are better off without him.

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You've been gone for two weeks and are dead exhausted when you and Nat exit the quinjet back into the compound. It was a brutal mission, and you probably have a few bruised ribs with a of bruises and scratches around your body. But despite it being brutal, it was a success. You and Nat go your separate ways to your rooms, knowing you will be up early tomorrow for a debrief. As you enter the hallway where your room is, you hear moans and groans coming from Bucky’s room. You curse yourself knowing what he's doing and who he's doing it with. You hear Dot’s voice “Harder Bucky, oh god… harder”, which makes you cringe and your stomach churn.

You tried to not think about the blue eyed super soldier over the last two weeks, and while you were busy getting the crap kicked out of you that was easy, but the downtime he was the only thing on your mind. It really pissed you off, but you knew you were hoping you would come home and he would be waiting for you, begging for forgiveness. Guess not. Dot really has her hooks in him, and if they are still together, than you know he did not tell her that he is going to stay friends with you. So it's officially over between you, and that thought is devastating. 

You go to your room and jump in the shower to drown out the noise coming from the room next to you. When you come out, you continue to hear the moaning and know you'll never sleep with that racket. You quickly change into sweats and a t-shirt and decide to head out to the common room to sleep on the couch. It's better than the alternative. You plop on the couch and cover yourself with a blanket, turning on the TV to have some background noise. You are not there more than 2 minutes when Bucky comes out, heading toward the kitchen in nothing but a pair of sweats. You try to shrink yourself so he doesn’t see you, but with the TV on, it was only a matter of time before he turns in your direction. When he does his eyes lock with yours and he slowly walks toward you.

“Hi” he says quietly.

You sit up, “Hi” you say back.

He looks relieved almost, but you think it’s just your exhaustion, you know he doesn’t care that you’re back. The awkward silence is driving you crazy, but he finally breaks it. “Wh-when did you get back?" he asks quietly.

"About an hour ago," you respond.

"What are you doing out here?”

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh. “Well it's kinda hard to sleep when your neighbor is fucking the lights out of their girlfriend and she's loud as hell.” You spat allowing the anger of seeing him engulf you.

Bucky's shocked by your outburst and then looks guilty, and uncomfortable. “I.. uh sorry,” he says, taking a step toward you.

“Whatever. But don't worry I'll make sure to keep my distance for you both so that I don't make her uncomfortable again,” you say with venom in your voice.

His eyebrows shoot up at that comment. He hates that he forced you to hate him, though he can't blame you. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't know if at this point he can fix it. He just stares at you with a mix of shock and despair, which makes you annoyed so you roll your eyes.

“Look, I’m tired and achy, so I’m going to sleep out here,” you say as you gently lay down and turn away from him.

All Bucky wants to do is kneel next to you and apologize for making you feel like this. He misses you, but with Dot in his room, he knows he can't. He hates that he put himself, and you, in this position. He just knows Dot is his only shot, so he wants... no needs to make it work with her. He looks at you one more time, sadness evident in his face, and walks back to his room.

–

The next morning you're in the kitchen, sitting between Steve and Sam, when Bucky walks in with Dot. Dot sees you and her smug smirk immediately goes right on her face.

“Baby, make me pancakes?” she says to Bucky in her squeaky baby voice.

You scoff loudly, and look at Sam, whose shaking his head and giving you a look that tells you he doesn’t like her either.

Bucky heard your scoff and looks at you, but your eyes were on Sam. If you want act like this, then he's game. He looked back at Dot and smiles.

“Of course, my Bella,” he says, looking back at you.

Your eyes shot to his when you heard the pet name he called her. That was your pet name, and you know he did that on purpose. You didn't think he would stoop so low, and honestly he didn't either. You can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes, which only makes Bucky regret what he did more. He opens his mouth to immediately apologize, but you quickly get up, ignoring the pain in your ribs, and leave the room.

Steve looks at Bucky in disappointment, and Sam looks like he wants to punch him. Bucky feels like absolute shit and didn't think it was possible to hate himself even more. Dot, however, looks happy as anything and ignores the fact that you left.

"Bucky, pancakes please," he squeaks.

Tony then walks in and informs everyone in the kitchen that there will be a party tomorrow night because he was just in the mood, before leaving and telling the rest of the team. Dot is so excited that her plan is working and she will get to be on display with THE Bucky Barnes in front of all the rich and famous at one of Tony Stark’s parties. Man when she decided to go after Bucky to help her status, she was worried he would see through her, but she found he was very easy to manipulate. I mean she was able to get rid of you in less than a day. It won't be long before she will have status enough to leave Bucky behind and move on to the next big name.

–

You didn’t want to go to the party, but Nat and Wanda made you. Even Steve and Sam told you they would protect you from Bucky and Dot, which is sweet so you agreed. Nat and Wanda helped you get dressed, as your ribs were still sore from the mission, and did your hair and make up. The three of you walk into the party, and head straight to Steve and Sam at the bar.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” Steve said, causing you to blush.

“Thanks Stevie, you look great too.”

He smiles and hands you your favorite drink. “Listen, I know you and Bucky are having a hard time right now, and I know he is normally your partner at these things, but I thought I could be a good stand in and be your date for tonight. As friends of course,” he said a blush coming over his cheeks.

You smile and kiss him on the cheek, “I would love that Cap.”

You and Steve mostly stay with the group, chatting about this, that, and nothing, but all laughing and having a great time. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, being dragged from person to person was Bucky. Dot was making sure everyone in the room saw her with him. It really was really annoying him, because felt like a prized horse with Dot. He started to question her motives for being with him He never liked parties parties, only liked to be with… you. You made them bearable. He couldn’t help looking over and notice how beautiful you looked. He saw you and your friends laughing and having a great time, and wanted nothing more but to stand there with you. He felt like he couldn't breath anymore with you gone from his life, and he hated himself for what he did to you.

The truth is, he missed you beyond words. He knew he made a mistake, ending your friendship, and tonight is only showing him more and more what an asshole he was. Question was could he fix it, or was it too late. Dot noticed where Bucky was staring and rolled her eyes seeing you and the rest of the group. She decided to continue to torture you so she took Bucky's hand leading him over to the group. She cleared her throat as she got closer, causing the laughter going on the stop. Everyone looked at her, with her smug face. She wrapped Bucky’s arms around her and held him to her.

“What’s so funny over here? Don’t you know this is a party and you are the Avengers? You should be mingling! Bucky and I have been a hit so far, so you guys should join in the fun!” she said. 

You quickly down your drink and look at Steve. 

“Stevie, want to dance?” you say, completely ignoring Dot. He nodded at you and took your hand, leading you out to the dance floor. Bucky looked between you and Steve and couldn’t help the jealousy he felt. Are you and Steve becoming a thing now? Has he pushed you to the point that you will take Steve away from him? He needs to get a closer look. He bent down to Dot, “Let’s dance,” he whispered, dragging her with him.

Steve held you in his arms as you moved to the slow ballad playing. You look over your shoulder to see Bucky and Dot also dancing close to you, Bucky frequently looking over and you and Steve. You rolled your eyes.

“Ignore them, Y/N.” Steve said quietly.

You blush, and look at Steve. “I’m sorry, I just hate her, and he... ” your words get caught in your throat.

“Yeah, she isn’t well liked by any of us, and I don't know what the hell he''s doing. I'm sure he will come around and regret what he's done to you. I'm pretty sure he has feelings for you, but feels like you wont reciprocate,” he said.

Tears start falling down your face. “I’m sorry Steve, but I think I need some air,” you say quickly.

Steve nodded and let you go, feeling bad that he made you cry. You quickly walk past Bucky and out of the ballroom to the balcony. Bucky watches you and saw that you were emotional. He wanted to follow but knew Dot wouldn't let him. He excused himself and went to talk to Steve about what happened. Dot was not happy and stomped off the dance floor like a child.

Meanwhile, you try and contain your emotions and took deep breaths, looking out over the compound property. You really wish you stuck to your guns and didn’t come tonight. You hated seeing them together, especially her. You wish you knew why he took her side, especially after what Steve just said. Is there a chance he did have similar feelings to you? At this point is it even worth caring, because he broke your heart, and you have no idea if you can trust him again.

“Ya know, for an Avenger, you’re a pretty easy opponent to beat,” you hear Dot’s voice from behind you.

You immediately tense up, but refuse to turn and look at her. She laughs, “I mean I thought you would have put up a little bit more of a fight when I made him dump your pathetic ass, but I guess you are just... too weak,” she taunts.

Now you turned and looked at her, rage pouring through your veins.

“Excuse me?” was all you could say.

Dot continues to walk toward you with her smug smile. “I mean, I saw how much you were in love with him when we first met. I knew I had to get rid of you in order for my plan to work. He spoke of nothing but you for the weeks we were talking to each other, so I knew you were trouble. I thought you would have fought for him, but obviously you know a lost cause when you see one.”

She laughs again, while you are shaking in anger. “What plan did you have exactly?" you ask angrily.

"Oh you know, having Bucky, a infamous Avenger by my side to be seen, go to Tony Stark parties and meet the rich and famous, and when I finally find a richer more impressive man, leave Bucky for him. It's a win win... for me. Bucky was so easy to manipulate too. I made him think he had a chance at forever with me, which no man does without the wad of cash to go with it. But I knew I could get him to do anything for me. I mean when he came to my house that night I met you, all I had to do was I tell him how uncomfortable you made me. How I didn’t like how close you guys were, and he bought it. Hook. Line. Sinker,” She says with a proud smile on her face.

“Now I'm on step two... be at Tony Stark parties with THE Bucky Barnes, rubbing elbows with the rich and famous, making contacts, and setting myself up for success. Meanwhile you get to sulk about the man who didn’t choose you.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you hear, “What… the… fuck!”

You and Dot turn your heads to Bucky, who was standing at the door, glaring at Dot. Dot lost her smug smile, and looked panicked. 

“Bucky… h-h-how long were you standing there?” she asks, fear evident in her voice.

Bucky walks up and stands next to you, glaring down at the red head. “Long enough to know you are a manipulative bitch, who's only using me, and coerced me into losing the woman I'm crazy about,” he growls as you gasp at his words.

You see him trying to control his emotions. You wonder if you should calm him down, but decide against it. You slowly step away from them, and start heading toward the door. You turn around to see Bucky still glaring at Dot, but can't handle anymore excitement tonight. You walk back through the ballroom and head straight to the elevators. You make it back to your room, and decide you needed a nice long hot shower to wash this whole evening away and think about what you just heard Bucky say and what it all meant.

As you stand under the hot water you think about the last 2+ weeks. Hearing Bucky's declaration about you, finding out he has a girlfriend, losing him, the mission, coming back to Bucky still being with that bitch, Bucky calling her "my Bella", and then this whole fucked up evening ending with Bucky basically stating he wanted you too. how are you supposed to wrap your head around any of this. After spending probably close to 30 minutes in the shower, you change into sweats and a t-shirt and walk back into your room. You stop short when you see Bucky sitting on your bed, his head in his hands. He looks up at you, tears running down his face. You swallow the lump in your throat, but don’t move.

“I… I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I know it’s not enough, because what I did was the worst thing I could do, but I'm really fucking sorry,” He whispers through his tears.

You want to go over and hug him, but you're too hurt, so you just nod. Bucky shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, he stands up and walks toward you. You tense up, but remain where you are.

“Y/N, ending our friendship was the worst thing I've ever done in my life. You're my best girl, and I should've stuck by you, and defended you. I would give you an excuse, not that there really is one, but you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway,” he says.

When you don’t respond, he turns toward the door. As he is about to grab the handle, he hears, “Try me.”

He turns around and looks at you. He turns back toward you and sits back down on the bed. He motions for you to come and sit, which you do, but you make sure there is plenty of space between you. He swallows the lump in his throat. 

“I… uh… I never thought anyone would ever love me. Not even in a friendship way, besides Steve. When you became my friend, I felt so lucky, and I wanted to hold on to that feeling forever. You became the most important person in my life. I… I fell in love with you.”

You can’t help but gape at him. He loves you?! What the fuck! He loves you but then why all this? You go to say something, but he quickly continues.

“I know you couldn't feel the same way, which is why I tried to find someone to take that place. I met Dot, and she was nice and flirty, and made me feel normal. I thought she actually liked me, but apparently I was just a pawn in her scheme to become rich and famous,” He scoffs at himself, shaking his head.

He looks at you again. “She manipulated the shit out of me, which hurts more than I can say, but not as much as seeing the pain you had for these last few weeks. It’s really no excuse, but it's the truth. She told me that she was falling for me, and I was just so blindly happy to find someone else to fill the hole I had. The hole that was really made for you. She told me to do something and I did it because I wanted to keep her happy. I just wish I had snapped out of it when she told me to end my friendship with you."

You stay silent wanting to hear every word.

"When I did, and you ran off, I knew it wasn’t right. I actually went up to your room after my work out to apologize, but you had already left for the mission. I thought maybe it was for the best. Dot and I continued to get closer, which I thought was good, but it was all a lie,” he growled. “When you came home and I saw that you were alive, I was so relieved. I was so worried about you while you were away, but you were so cold to me. I know I deserved it, but I never thought I would see that. So, I got angry and thats why I called her ‘my bella’. I knew that would cause a reaction, but when I saw your face, I immediately regretted it. I never called Dot that name besides that time. Not that it makes it better," he says.

“Tonight, when I saw you laughing with our friends, I wanted to be by your side, with my hand around your waist like all the other parties. I wanted to dance with you, and when I saw you and Steve, I got…. jealous. I… I’m an asshole. I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your friendship. I’m sorry.”

Before you could answer, he left the room, leaving your door open. You sat there for a moment thinking about everything he said. The one thing that stands out is that he loved you, but didn’t realize you loved him too. But you didn’t know if you should just forgive him, when he hurt you so bad.

You suddenly found yourself outside his door. You knocked, listening for his footsteps. When you didn’t hear them, you tried his door, which was unlocked. You peeked your head inside and saw Bucky laying on his stomach, his face in his pillow, quietly crying. Your heart broke, as you quietly entered his room and closed his door. You went to the other side of the bed, and laid next to him, staring at the ceiling. 

“I can’t just forgive you for the pain you caused me, Bucky. You broke my heart more than once in the last few weeks, and I didn’t even understand why. I thought we were stronger than that, but I guess I was wrong.”

You sigh and look at Bucky, who has his face turned towards you, tears streaming down his face. 

“But you were wrong too. I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I thought you didn’t feel the same, but I guess we are both idiots,” you say with a laugh.

You turn your body towards him. 

“I can’t forgive you…” Bucky closes his eyes in pain. “… at least not yet.” You say quietly. Bucky’s eyes shot open and he sits up, staring at you. “Not yet?” he asks, hopefully. You give him a small smile and nod. 

“You have a lot of making up for how you made me feel, Bucky, but I love you. I’m in love with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life in your arms. But… it’s going to take time. A lot of time fore me to trust you again,” you say, as you sit up and look at him.

He moves closer to you. “I will give you as much time as you need, as long as I know there is a chance I can be with you. I love you so much Y/N.”

You put your palm to his cheek. “I love you too.” You say before bringing him in for a small peck on his lips.

Bucky started to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. 

“I should go,” you say, as you get off the bed and walk to the door. You turn back and look at Bucky, who looks disappointed that you are leaving. “Goodnight,” you say, before leaving the room.

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Over the next six months Bucky worked his ass off to prove to you he was true and that he loved you. You kept him at arms length for awhile, even though it hurt you both. Then you slowly started to allow him in, but not completely. You would only hang out with him in public settings with other people around, much to Bucky's dismay. After a few months, you both started to slowly go back to being friends, and then best friends again. Neither of you ever wanting to bring up Dot again, who disappeared thank god.

Today, you're sitting in the common room, flipping through possible things to watch on Netflix. “Ugh, there is nothing new that I want to watch!” you yell.

You hear a deep chuckle from the kitchen, before Bucky walks into the common room with a big bowl of popcorn. 

“Just pick something, it doesn’t have to be new, Bells,” he says, as he sits next you and wraps his metal arm around you.

You settle on “Stranger Things”, and snuggle into Bucky. After 2 episodes, you look up and notice Bucky is staring at you.

“What?” you ask.

He smiles at you, “I was just thinking… I don’t know if you would want to, or if you just want to keep things as they are… but… um… w-would you want to go out on a date with me?” he asks.

You sit up and look at him. He looks so adorably nervous, that you can’t help but smile. 

“Absolutely. I think you've been patient with my punishment, and honestly, I've been waiting for you to get the guts to ask me out. But on one condition,” you say.

Bucky nods, “Name it, my Bella.”

You smile, "We continue to go at my pace. No rushing into things just because we know our feelings. I need to know you are willing to continue being patient. And also... we never go to that pizza place again, and you better drive me home after every date," you say with a fake glare.

Bucky laughs, "Belle, you will never have to walk home alone again, and yes I accept going slow. I know I still have a lot to make up for, but I'm glad you are giving me another chance."

"Yeah, I know, but we'll get there eventually," you say with a smile before you both hug.

It took awhile before you let him kiss you again, and even longer before you slept together. Bucky took everything in stride and you both eventually enjoyed a long lasting loving relationship.

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Some people might not like that we forgave him, but in my head he went through the punishment to deserve the forgiveness. Feedback is appreciated!

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[buckys-little-belle]

Chapter Three - Raindrops and Goodbyes

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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW. 

Warnings - Talks about past (bad) Caregivers, talks about fear of abandonment, some heavy negative feelings, comparing oneself to others, fluff but ends in some angst, Bub eats, food mentioned, Bub cries 

Word Count - 1751

Note - Sorry this took so long to get out! Things got hectic, and crappy, and I haven't been able to edit, or format, or really write lately! Luckily things are going well and I won't start school till the 16th so I'm hoping to get some stuff out in the next week or so! Part four will be posted tomorrow! I can't leave us on a sad note for too long! I just can't!!

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Y/n always hated wearing her yellow raincoat, the material feeling odd against her skin, and the crinkle of the fabric was never music to her ears. But on days like this, grey skies and heavy raindrops falling to the ground, she had no choice but to suit up. Her matching rain boots on, allowing her to splash in any puddle she felt needed to be played in. 

As she neared the Cafe she got excited, Bucky said they would go to the park today, and although it’s running she has hopes that he’ll let them go anyways, her umbrella overhead creating enough of a dry patch to maybe, at the least, run around in the mud without catching a nasty cold. 

“Mr!” She cheered as she walked in, something she did every time she saw him sat at his usual table, early as always. “I has something for you!” She smiled big as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack “Here.” Her smile grew as Bucky’s mirrored hers, the small baggie with flowers printed on it full of chocolate chip cookies her pride and joy. 

“You made these?” 

“Yes!” Y/n says still standing, ready to leave for the park wherever Bucky is ready. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, growing impatient. “All on my own!” She cheered, proud of her baked goods. “Park now?” Bub asked, her smile still huge, both hands grasping the straps of her bag, now back on her back. 

“It’s raining, Bub.” Bucky frowned, causing Bub to mirror his expression. “But we’ll go next time, okay?” He asked, his hands immediately helping Y/n out of her raincoat, the buttons soon undone. 

“But you promised?” Y/n frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I wanted to go to d’park.” Y/n held back her tears, though she wished to stomp her foot and throw a small fit, she didn’t know Bucky well enough to truly let him see her little side completely. So instead she fixed her clothing after her coat had been taken off and sat in her usual seat. 

“I know I promised, Bub.” She smiled at the nickname. “But I brought us a fun game to play today.” He was quickly making her forget about the park trip altogether, now excited to see whatever game he had brought. She hoped it wasn’t UNO, she sucked at that. “Here.” He said as he placed a game on the table, the pink and blue of Candyland making Y/n let out a small squeal. 

“I love Candyland!” She grabbed the box and bounced in her seat. “Can we play now?” She asked, her eyes turning to Bucky, him already looking at her. “Please?” She added on for good measure. 

The moment he nodded his head she opened the box, pulling all the pieces out. “Why don’t you set it up, and I get us some snacks?” Bucky asked, Y/n didn’t even look up at him, but nodded her head. Too busy pulling out the different characters. 

Y/n didn’t know how long it took Bucky to get snacks, but by the time he got back to the table she had created a whole plot amongst the characters and their kingdoms. “Here, Bub.” Bucky said as he placed a plate on the table. It was more than the usual cake pop he got her, though one still sat on the plate. This time he got vegetables and dip, some goldfish, and a cup of juice. 

“Thank you, Mr.” Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing a celery stick and dipping it. “Can I be the ice cream cone?” She asked, showing him the character she had in her hand. Bucky nodded but stayed sitting. “You need’a pick a lil guy.” She pointed to the characters situated around the board. 

“Right.” He said, his expression growing serious as he looked each one over. “I’ll pick this one, he looks tough.” Y/n broke out into a fit of giggles, the marshmallow definitely not a ‘tough guy’. 

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They got to playing the game, Y/n winning two times in a row. She wasn’t surprised, while she knew it was all down to luck, she had played the game a ton of times so clearly the Candyland gods liked her more than Bucky. “Are you cold bub?” Bucky asked her, making her realise she was shivering slightly.

She knew not bringing a sweater might be a bad idea, but she thought they were going to the park. “Um, yeah.” She nodded then shrugged her shoulders. She hoped he wouldn’t make her go back home and get one, she only had so much time in a day to spend at the cafe. “Bu’ I’m all good, can we play again?” She asked, moving their pieces back to the star. 

“Yeah we can play again, just wait a second.” Bucky stood up, she wondered where he was going, but instead of leaving to grab something or go to the bathroom he stood at the side of her booth with a black sweater in hand. “Hands up, Bub.” He said, holding the sweater out. 

“I don’ need your sweater, wha’ if yous get cold?” She asked, not sure if her being so comfortable around Bucky her little side couldn’t help but come out now was a good thing or a bad thing. While she was 100% sure Bucky was a safe guy to be around, she didn’t want to get too attached to him just in case. 

“I won’t get cold.” He answered in a softer voice. She knew he was special, that’s what everyone in the newspapers said, that he’s indestructible. But she’d hate to be the person who gave a super soldier a cold because she took his sweater. “Bub.” His voice drew her out of her worrying. He was now crouched down so they were eye level. “I won’t get cold, but you’re shivering.” He didn’t wait for her to put her arms up, instead just putting it over her head and waiting for her to put her arms through on her own.

“Tanks.” Bub murmured, looking at Bucky with a small smile. She was thankful for the sweater, now warm, but she still worried that she was too much to handle. He had given her a lot, crayons, colouring pages, so much of his time, and now his sweater. She hadn’t given him anything but cookies that she hoped tasted okay. 

“Why don’t we play again?” Bucky asked as he settled back into his seat. “I can feel it, I’m going to win this one.” He teased, she shook her head, he had no clue that the Candyland gods were on her side, and she hoped he would never know. 

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Y/n frowned as she saw Bucky pacing around outside. It had stopped raining but he said that they should wait till a sunny day to go out, because ‘everything would be slippery’. Buck’s phone had rung five hours ago, well maybe two minutes ago, but it felt like forever as she just watched him pace with an unhappy look on his face. 

She grabbed the last few goldfish and got back to her colouring, when she had won for a third time Bucky had to quit, saying his ego couldn’t handle anymore. Y/n giggled at the memory. 

The doorbell rang out and she quickly turned, though her smile turned back into a frown when she saw Bucky’s sad expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Bub.” He said, his sad words said in a kind tone. 

“Oh, otay.” Y/n answered, watching him pack up his things. “Will you be back tomorrow?” She asked, her crayons laid on the table instead of in her hands. 

Bucky sighed, then sat down, his hands clasped on the table. “I’m going to be gone until next wednesday.” Y/n’s back straightened up, he’d be gone for nine days. That was a lot of time to be gone, and a lot of time for him to think and change his mind about her. 

“Oh, do you, do you wan’ your sweater back?” She asked, wiggling her hands out of the sleeves before Bucky got to her. His hands covering hers, a painful smile on his face. 

“You can keep it, I’ll get it back when I come back okay?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll put my phone number in your phone, and I’ll text you if I’m going to be back later than wednesday, okay?” She nodded her head, at least he wasn’t just up and leaving, he was giving her a point of contact if needed. She handed him her phone, watching as he took forever to type out his name and number. It was a little silly to watch. “I won’t be able to text or call you while I’m away.” He admitted. “But you can text me all you want and I’ll read them when I’m back.” Bucky offered, though she knew she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t bother him while he was away, she knew people hated that. 

She just nodded her head, watching him as he put his coat and backpack on. “Stay safe.” She whispered as he stood in front of her, ready to leave. 

“And you be good, Bub.” Bucky whispered back, and then he was gone. She watched him get into his jeep and drive away. She knew her mind was being silly when she couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t come back, but it didn’t mean it stopped that train of thought. 

She knew deep down that he had to leave, he didn’t want to, but he had to. She knew he wasn’t like the other people who became her friends and then left and never came back, she knew that, somewhere in her mind she knew that. But she still couldn’t help it as a few tears slipped down her cheeks as she cleaned up. She couldn’t help but let out a small sad noise as she put on her coat, and she couldn’t help but sob the moment she got home and into bed. 

“He had to go save people, he was needed by the world because he's a good guy, that’s why he left.” She whispered to herself all night, but she still felt as though he had left because of something she did.

[dearly-somber]

the other girl | h.hj | skz

-> pairing. cheater!hyunjin x female reader

-> genre. angst, breakups

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 586

-> warnings. cheating, reader finds another woman’s nudes on Hyunjin’s phone

-> a/n. I was writing a lot of cheating fics back in the day, huh…

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 17th, 2020 @ 22:35

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:05

You’re laying with your back propped up against the headboard, fiddling mindlessly with your fingers while deep in thought. You’ve had a suspicion that he had been cheating on you for quite some time now, but somehow you’d managed to convince yourself otherwise.

Why was it bothering you so much now, you wonder? Because he’d called you by a different nickname. It wasn’t unusual, but it was odd. Of course, it was something small. But even the way he’d walk out of the room to take a call (something he’d never done before), and then come back with a large smile on his face, utterly pleased with himself, was suspicious.

“Babe?”

Your head darts up to the doorway where Hyunjin is leaning against the door, hands folded over his chest. He’s dressed and ready to go already.

“Can’t you stay a while longer?” you ask hopelessly, already knowing what his answer will be. Doesn’t matter that you just had sex—he’d leave immediately after. It sent a tidal wave of alarms off in your head that you’ve been pushing down for god knows how long now, all because you want to believe that no, he wouldn’t do that to you.

He smiles at you sadly, looking down at his combat boots before clearing his throat. “I’ll be back tomorrow?”

You sigh, sliding out from under the covers to get dressed. Hyunjin watches you closely as you get dressed into your own clothes, choosing for the first time in forever to not wear something of his before you saunter close. With a hand on his shoulder, you stand on the tips of your toes to place a resigned kiss to his cheek.

“See you tomorrow.” You smile sadly before turning back and sitting down in bed, hopping onto Twitter to distract yourself.

Hyunjin feels the guilt eating at him as he exits your apartment, shoving it down when he receives a picture of Olivia in lacy-black lingerie.

come over xoxo

Hyunjin bites his lip, looking dejectedly back at your door before heading to Olivia’s house a few blocks away.

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It’s unsurprising when exactly four months later you see Hyunjin’s phone ding with a notification from Livia🍑. You look at the bathroom door, steam emanating through the crack at the bottom while Hyunjin hums to some song he heard on the radio.

Biting your lip, you unlock his phone (you shared passwords when you moved in together) and check the message only to close your eyes quickly after seeing it. What person would ever feel comfortable sending pictures of them masturbating?

Hyunjin comes out of the shower whistling, stopping immediately with his hand gripping the towel around his waist. You look at him with a pissed smile and sad eyes.

“All I’ve been wondering since I started suspecting was which one of us is the ‘other girl’, in your world. The diamond versus the pearl. Who’s the first and who’s the fool? At this point I don’t even wanna know.” You shove the phone into his chest, tears streaming down your face as he blunders, stumbling over his feet and his words to try and get you to stop and listen. He knows he’s too late by the determined shoving of your clothes into a travel bag, just wanting to get back to your apartment. Anywhere he isn’t.

“Y/N, please—“

“Don’t. We’re over,” you spit, wiping your tears with the back of your hand before fumbling to unlock the door through your blurry vision. “I’ll move your stuff.”

[thatdeadaquarius]

-vine boom

I probably sent a lot of these now im so sorry lmfao 😅

You mentioned in one of the asks that some countries are like a prototype/based of our existing countries, like Germany=Mondstadt, Liyue=China, Inzauma=Japan....

So even though the language is more or less identical for you to make heads and tails in a conversation or writing in a book, the reverse side does not.

Creator!Reader who knows a couple of languages (plus points if they're atleast fluent or have a understanding of it despite not being able to speak said language) and being born from a country that doesnt have the same language as the countries Teyvat based off. Basically Spanish, Italian, Filipino, Scandinavian languages that also have their own way of writing.

Imagine feeling homesick and the only thing that keeps you occupied is the notebook and pen you have while the others converse in a meeting or in a hangout. You started writing in your tongue and re-reading it to relive memories.

Zhongli, AlHaitham, Albedo, Jean, maybe the Berry bros too (Diluc & Kaeya) get curious only to have a double-take and immediately thinks that maybe there is a forgotten land in Teyvat that has this language, I mean Morax stayed faithful to Liyue and Barbatos blessed his country with abundance of supplies and freedom. Teyvat gods and archons played favourites, so why wouldn't you as well? (Bonus: Khaenriah flashbacks) (also I know these arent enough characters but how should I know? I only have a handful of them and I ran out of Primos😭

The people from Akademiya though? I mean they went hard on theorizing and picking apart the language of their creator. Have you seen Matpat's descent to insanity the more FNAF continues to push out LoRe? Thats basically them because Teyvat doesn't have a country based on Creator's birth country. They're grasping nothing but air and dead ends and the only lead they have is you, but couldnt ask because you look so down and they cant bear to see Creator sad....

(NEW BANNER TOMORROW AND I DONT HAVE ENOGH PRIMOGEMS HALP---)

Rip Vine boom no primos 🙏 hope u got some more by this time bc i was so late to reply lol - DUDE IM SO READY FOR THE GORG KAVEH <333

BERRY BROS!! Thats it, thats the only way im gonna refer to them now.

Not super long to add onto ur bc UR SO SMART AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER VINEBOOM U SHOULD ALSO WRITE STUFF SO I CAN GO OBSESS OVER UR WRITING WITH A MILLION FERAL COMMENTS-!!!

(Cute owl house gif is like, metaphorially u and zhongli in this lol)

EDIT 8/23/23: So this may be inaccurate/not that good to my Hispanic Readers out there! Sorry about that, I'l make sure to do better in the future.

EDIT 1/1/24: Unfortunately there are even more issues here, and I'm really sorry about that. I expanded on it more in my Eldritch fanfic post in Part 2, but it was exoticism of me to use the word "Huangdi". I have since replaced it with "Emperor", and don't intend to just erase the mistake like it never happened. But I did change it in the headcanons for better readability. Again, I'm genuninely sorry about this, and will absolutely be watching out/doing better in the future. I hope you understand.

THIS SOUNDS SO SAD, LIKE THIS COULD DEF BE ANGST, ESP SINCE U HAVE NO FAMILIAR-ISH CULTURE TO TURN TO-

tbh im american and i def dont think theres a u.s. country- oh god at least I hope not, damn but im also familiar with mexican culture so i wouldnt miss the united states, but id miss mexican culture…

BUT!!

You have a lot of amazing people who care about you in Teyvat, so they won’t let you stew in ur homesickness for long

like random said, i could see it being small stuff

ok so imma just-

LATINO! READER TIME BABBYYYYY

(i do this bc its just the culture/language im more familiar with, but dont let that discourage anyone from requesting other cultures! I will def do my research, or ur welcome to tell me all about it so i can write it better! <3)

THAT BEING SAID IM MOSTLY WHITE PLS LMK IF SHIT IS WRONG/SPANISH IS WRONG BC IM STILL A BEGINNER MY BELOVED LATINES!

<3 YOU GUYS

♡

you’ve been in the game-turned-life world of Genshin Impact for nearly 6 months now, turns out time isnt wonky as hell like it is if you were playing the game, half bc u bribed Albedo with answers to his many questions about you if he figured out the time difference, and half bc of ur internal clock

people would notice the cuss words first lmao

like Xiao hearing u stubbing ur toe on the million and one steps up to Wangshu Inn, hijueputa!

or Keqing pointing out the words you coo at the dogs hanging out by the bridge outside the harbor,

un perrito tan buenoooo!! :’)

while most would just, " hmm, maybe a dialect of one of the other countries we havent heard…"

but Zhongli? he’s been ready for centuries in case the prophecy came true within his lifetime, afterall, many things changed while he’s been alive, not crazy to him that you might descend randomly

While everyone else was unprepared, bc u were like… the oldest deity, more legend than history, so ppl just thought Morax was a little overly faithful …so when it actually happened,, Morax was just smirking as he watched ur golden shooting star streak the night sky… while absolute pandemonium consumed the mortals and adepti in liyue lmao

(like that scene of Regina George in Mean Girls watching the student body break out into an all out brawl just smirking 😭 pls god look it up if u dont know what i mean- )

So Morax- Zhongli, has been ready for you, just in case, to pay attention to what kind of person you’d be, learn your favorite clothes/colors/offerings, see what things you’d like to talk about with him (hopefully for hours) etc.

He was observant, and with his memory, he practically gave himself headaches sometimes with how aware he was,

on one of those days he was overwhelmed by the mortal crowds, the smells, the market yelling, and all the change from what he thought he knew-

Zhongli noticed you in your own melancholy, and curious, he began to stroll just behind

You sit at Wanmin restaurant, still somber, and ask Xiangling to

“please try out these recipes? they’re from my world, and id really love to have something like them again..”

a true experimental chef as always, Xiangling quickly takes up your offer, and u follow her into the kitchens in the back (the restaurant is much more real than in game, they have gorgeous inside seating, all shades of red coloring the walls and lots of pretty latticework-)

Zhongli takes a seat finally, he has a usual table at this point he comes in so much coughtorunintoyoucough the staff know it's his and give him tea pretty quickly

the food, and the looks, makes it your favorite restaurant in Liyue, the Liuli Pavilion a little too fancy for casual dining, afterall, Zhongli would know

He’s tried to keep track of your favorite places to be in Liyue too, and kept his near full attention on what you say when he asks after your stays in Liyue (he hasn’t felt the need to pay that much attention or felt that much interest in conversation partners in… decades?)

So when you come out of the kitchen, throwing your head back and laughing, "Sí, sí! It all tastes so close Xiangling! Gracias, thank you!"

He wants… to know.

to know what those strange, but delicious looking, foods are all balanced on two big dinner plates

Xiangling carrying whatever you couldn’t just behind, a pitcher of white liquid, it smells, like cinnamon?

He raises a hand, and offers the extra seats at his table, (when did his tea go cold? he only just sat down, he couldn’t have spent that long thinking about you…)

You notice and look over, a giddy grin lighting up your face (…hmm, perhaps he needs to transform into his Exuvia form and let off some steam, his chest has warmed too much right now for him to just be sitting here…)

You plop into the seat beside him, but not before carefully placing the plates in front of both you and Zhongli

You scootch around until you’re turned towards him, as always, Zhongli looks… actually kind of, happy?

a small soft smile pulls at his lips, his eyes half-lidded as they meet yours, his usual red eyeliner framing his monolids perfectly, he looks like he’s been,, well, sculpted from stone, an artwork come to life

“…My Emperor? Could I trouble you to tell me about the dishes before us?”

the geo god’s pleasantly smooth and deep voice felt so soft asking you that, like he didn’t want to push you one direction or the other

“Oh! Right! Sorry, these are from my home country, back in my world, or at least, as close as Xiangling and I can get to them!”

Your smile brightens your face once more, clearing away any leftover stormclouds from your mood earlier, and as you launch into explaining (Xiangling had to get back to orders, so it’s just you two now)

You list it all, the quintessential: quesadillas, empanadas, tamales, chorizo (you had to combine at least 5 different spices to Mondstadt sausages to get anywhere close to the real thing) the dips obviously, salsa, queso, guacamole, and the easy street tacos, and finally the horchata, but also all the weird fruits Teyvat has with chile, like Sunsettias mixed with Harra from Sumeru or Lavender melons with Wolfhook berries… all surpringly pretty good

(the Sun-Harra combo tastes like mango, a sort of deeper taste of pineapple/kiwi and a sort of light orange taste? all with the nice addition of chile flavors, the Lavender melons and Wolfhooks helped imitate chamoy enough that your heart was satisfied)

…you realize you’ve just been talking about the last meal you had with your family/friends instead of the food after a bit, and Zhongli hasn’t said anything…

you trail off and look back over your shoulder (u were practically about to get your shirt in the imitation guac u were leaning so far over the table to point and talk)

you’re about to sheepishly apologize for taking over the conversation, and ask if he wants to try anything (Zhongli can handle spice so u dont have to worry abt that at least)

but as u finally see his face, u just stop, and dont end up saying anything

He’s just, looking at you.

his smile's not huge, but big enough to make his eyes look happy, and Zhongli’s just… looking at you.

You can’t describe the look he’s giving you, but you suddenly feel… a wave of shyness wash over your heart in your chest, because he’s looking almost like, maybe like, he’s sort of, waiting for you to keep talking, his tan skin warm in the golden rays of the sun beginning to set, you don’t know why you’re noticing any of these things, and he gently, slowly, makes a move to lean into your space a little

almost above your armrest, head inches from your shoulder, he finally moves to stop looking at you-

He looks like a painting as he looks down, his eyelashes almost sitting on his high cheekbones,

you have to move your head to looking at the table too as he moved so close,

you feel your shoulders reflexitively hitch upwards as you brushed the hair on the side of his head as you turned away

He looks around, and then moves his head, not his body, he’s still leaning toward you, to look you right in the eyes again

“Why did you stop? I haven’t said much, I apologize, but it’s only because I wanted to hear you without anything interrupting you.”

You cough a little strained, “Oh! Oh I get it now yeah, thanks-”

“I want to hear you more,” his black eyes begin to warm with gold, you can vaguely see the shape of his diamond pupil revealing itself, “I want to hear about… everything, if you’ll tell me? The language, the food, the drinks, your family, your dances, your country, I want to hear it all. Won’t you please let me hear your voice some more?”

♡

GOOOD LOOORDDDD, ITS SO LONGGGGG IM SO SORRRYYY 😭😭

OKAY IM MOSTLY SORRY THAT THIS SCENARIO HAPPENED??? IDK WHERE ZHONGLI CAME FROM- GOD IM SUBCONCIOUSLY IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN I GUESS, SORRY RANDOMANTICS-

uh, hope somebody got anything out of this, sorry abt the length, again,

also pls somebody tell me if what i said about culture/food was alright! If not I’ll def change it, pls dont let me keep it up if its inaccurate/wrong!!

Safe Travels you guys,

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♡ the beloveds ♡

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[winchesterwild78]

A Chance Encounter

Characters: Jared x Reader

Warnings: fluff, SMUT!, language, unprotected sex (cover it up guys)

A/N: Just a short story for a sweet friend, @deana1245. No disrespect to Jared or his family. This is fiction and does not depict real life. 

All work is my own, please don’t take it or copy it. I wrote this fast, and edited it just as fast. Please overlook any errors, your girl is tired after the first week of school

Minors DNI 18+

Jared was not one for grocery shopping. The fluorescent lights, the constant hum of the fridge motors, and the overwhelming number of choices all conspired to make him feel claustrophobic. But today, he found himself wandering the aisles, picking up items he'd never bought before. His divorce had left him feeling adrift, and he'd decided to try and establish some semblance of normalcy in his life.

As he turned down an aisle he noticed you struggling to get an item off the top shelf. “Shit! Why am I so short?! Why do the shelves have to be so friggin tall?!” You mumbled. Jared walked over to you, “Need some help?” 

You turned and didn’t expect to see Jared Padalecki standing beside you. Your mouth dropped and words wouldn’t come. “Oh, um, sure. Thank you.” You finally were able to get out. 

As you took a step back you tripped and fell into Jared. "Sorry about that," you said, your voice soft and melodic. "No worries," Jared replied, returning your smile. "I should probably watch where I'm going."

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, and Jared was immediately drawn to you. You were intelligent, funny, and seemed completely unaffected by his awkwardness or his celebrity status. When the two of you reached the checkout line, he asked for your number. You hesitated for a moment, but then handed him your phone. He put his number in and sent himself a text. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” Jared smiled at you as the two of you walked outside. “Nice to meet you too, Jared. I hope to hear from you soon.” You smiled and walked away.

About 5 minutes later your phone buzzed with a text.

Jared: Hey Y/N, are you up for lunch or dinner sometime?

You: Sure, when do you have in mind? I’m free whenever.

Jared: Great! How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up about 6.

You: Sounds good. I can’t wait. 

Jared: Me either. 😀

The next night arrived faster than either of you expected. Jared was nervous so he called Jensen for advice. “Man what if I screw this up? I haven’t been on a date in decades.” “Jar, you’re going to be fine. Just be yourself and if all else fails, just give her the puppy eyes.” Jensen laughed. “Yeah, right. Thanks man.” “You’re welcome buddy, now go have fun. Let me know how it goes.” Jensen and Jared said their goodbyes and Jared hopped in his truck.

Jared: On my way. I can’t wait to see you.

You saw the text come through as you were finishing your hair. Your heart was pounding, you were so nervous. You’d been a fan of Jared’s for decades and you were still in shock he asked you out. When you heard he was getting a divorce you were sad for him. Now, you were elated and felt a little guilty you were happy at the demise of his marriage. You sent him a text back.

You: I can’t wait either, I’ll be waiting.

You finished your hair and pulled on your shoes. Just as you grabbed your purse you saw his truck pull up. You took a steading breath before you opened the door. He stepped out of his truck with jeans and a t-shirt on. Your breath hitched. He looked so amazing. “Hey, Y/N, ready to go?” You shook your head yes. Jared offered you his arm and walked you to his truck. “You look beautiful tonight.” He smiled at you. His hazel eyes looking almost as light as honey as the fading sunlight cast an orange glow over his face. You bit your lip, “Thank you. You look incredible.”

Over the next few weeks, Jared and you became inseparable. The two of you would spend hours talking on the phone, laughing until your sides ached. You were everything Jared had been looking for in a partner. You were kind, supportive, and made him feel like he could be himself without judgment or worry you were looking to advance your career. Jared was everything you’d been looking for too, he was humble, kind, genuine, and made you feel like you were the only woman on Earth.

One evening, about 2 months after you two started dating, the two of you sat on a blanket in a field outside Jared’s house watching the stars come out. Jared took your hand in his and held you tight. You looked over at him and smiled. The two of you leaned in and your lips met in a feverish kiss. 

You both decided to take your relationship slow. The most you two had done to this point was some heavy petting. You felt like it was time to take your relationship to the next level, but you didn’t want to push Jared. He felt it was time too, and of course he didn’t want to push you. 

As the kiss turned more heated, Jared’s strong hands found their way up your shirt. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled back, “Is this okay?” “Yes, Jared. I’m ready if you are.” “Really?” You nodded your head yes. 

Jared leaned up and pulled his shirt off his body with one hand. Revealing his perfectly tanned, toned chest. Your heart sped up, and your walls clenched around nothing. Biting your lip you took in his body. 

You pulled your shirt off, revealing the green laced bra you were currently thanking god you decided to wear tonight. Jared’s breath hitched, “So beautiful.” He whispered as his lips trailed down your jaw, to your neck and down to your bra. His fingers quickly unhooked your bra, letting your breasts bounce freely.

You shivered as your breasts were exposed to the chilly Austin night air. Jared’s lips began kissing every inch of your breasts and taking your nipples in his mouth and between his fingers. 

“So beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. A shiver went through your body as you felt the wetness pool between your thighs. 

Jared kissed down your body, kissing every inch and committing your curves to memory. His long, strong fingers danced over your body delicately causing you to moan and arch your body into his touch. 

As he worked his way down to your pants he stopped and looked up at you. You nodded yes and lifted your hips as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down, taking your panties with them, exposing the rest of your body to him. 

He leaned back “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re mine.” Heat filled your cheeks as you blushed at Jared’s comment. 

“I think one of us is overdressed” you playfully teased. Jared chuckled and began to remove his pants and boxers. 

You could feel your arousal running out of your throbbing core. When Jared removed his clothes your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his hardened member. You bit your lip and quivered. 

“Are you sure you’re ready, baby? If you’re not, it’s fine. We can stop.” You leaned up on your elbows, “Jared, I’m more than ready. I want to give you all of me and I want you. Please.”

Jared attacked your lips in a passionate kiss. Both of you moaning into each other’s mouth. 

Jared pumped his length a few times and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He looked in your eyes. 

Jared was incredibly tall, and with that came a rather large penis. You’d never been with anyone as large as him and you were nervous but excited too. 

As he pushed in you both let out a moan. You felt a wave of pleasure mixed with pain as he bottomed out. Your hands grabbed onto his broad shoulders as he lifted your legs and adjusted his angle. 

Jared set a steady pace. The sounds of crickets, your moans of pleasure and skin hitting skin filled the air. “Fuck baby your pussy feels so good. So tight around my cock.” With each thrust you felt Jared’s cockhead hit your cervix. Each thrust was a euphoric experience you hoped would last forever. 

Your core started to tighten as you felt your release building. Jared felt it too, as your walls clenched tightly around his engorged cock. “Jar..I’m..gonna..cum.” You panted out. Jared captured your lips as he thrust deep inside you, hitting that delicious spot, “Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock.” That’s all it took before you came undone. Your body convulsing and reacting to his touch. 

“Oh Jared! Fuck!” Jared kept pushing in you and held your legs. Your body was convulsing and trying to squeeze him out. You hadn’t cum like that in a really long time. You thought to yourself, he did all that with just his cock, you can’t imagine what he could do with his mouth. 

As you came down from your high, you took control and told Jared to get on his back. Without pulling out, Jared pulled you on top of him. You sank down on his cock, throwing your head back and pulling a moan from your lips. 

Jared grabbed your hips to help steady you as you began to grind down on him. “Damn baby you feel incredible. Yes, just like that. Fuck!” Jared started panting as you bounced faster. He leaned up and took one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand. You leaned down and kissed him. 

“Jared, you feel so good baby.” You moaned. Jared sat up holding onto your back. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you continued to ride him. “Baby, I want you on your back, please.” Jared pleaded.

You nodded and he laid you back. He pushed back in all the way and continued to thrust slowly. Your legs were relaxed down as he was taking you slowly. Jared wanted to savor every second he had with you.

The two of you locked eyes and in that moment you felt more love than you’d ever felt. Jared softly kissed your lips and when he pulled away a tear slipped out of your eye. He stopped and looked at you with concern, “Are you okay, baby?” “Yes, I…” You bit your lip, “I love you, Jared.” 

Your mind was racing. You couldn’t believe you told him you loved him, but this moment felt perfect. It felt like the right time to confess your love for him. Jared looked you in your eyes and kissed your lips softly, “I love you too, Y/N. So much.” he wiped the tear away and continued making love to you. 

Everything felt perfect. You knew Jared was close so you bucked your hips into him, encouraging him to move faster. He smirked and picked up the pace. He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders. Deepening the angle he was at. 

As his pace picked up you grabbed his arms. “Oh Jared! Yes!” You screamed. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” “Yes, Jar. Cum for me, fill me up!” With one last powerful thrust, Jared came, coating your walls with his hot seed. As he came his head dipped into the crook of your neck. 

Breathless, both of you tried to steady your breathing as he let himself soften inside you. As he pulled out, some of his cum trickled out. He grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up and then himself. 

You giggled. “What’s so funny?” He asked you. “I can’t believe you used your shirt to clean us up.” “Well, good thing I’m already at home, huh.” He laughed. You smiled and nodded.

He pulled you in his arms and wrapped part of the blanket around the two of you. He kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Jared.” Both of you let out a contented sigh. 

You knew this was only the beginning of an incredible life with him. You loved him and he loved you, and together you could tackle the world. 

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[sevikaswifefr]

treatment

this is a request linked here

pairing: mikey madison x female reader

warnings: fluff honestly and a sad mikey for a second.

a/n: l i stg mikey is the cutest human being to walk this earth. i would chop off my limb to hug her.

“Fuck you Amber, I’m not the fucking killer.” Sonia screams, the camera setting up perfectly beside her figure as she acts out her character, Liv. My face scrunches into a frown for my character, eyeing Liv’s bloody hands as Amber aka Mikey sighs. “I know.” She pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger before the directors call out the three letter word everyone was waiting for.

“Cut. Good day today guys. So happy with the work you all put into the scene. Head back to the hotel and rest cause we have a busy day tomorrow.” The directors shout from their seats off screen. I nod towards them and hurry off my tape marked spot and move towards Mikey who talks with Jenna.

“Hey.” I smile ghosting my hand over Mikeys lower back, her lips turning up in a smile as she tilts her head up at me. “Hi, you ready to go?” She asks. My heart melts as her eyes widen looking so innocent. “Yeah, let’s go. See ya tomorrow Jen.” I wave at the woman who raises her eyebrows suggestively and gestures between Mikey and I as Mikey turns away.

It was no secret that Mikey and I had a thing. We hadn’t labeled it exactly but I knew she was mine and I was hers. I mean the whole cast knew this and they were on our asses trying to get us to ask the question. And I will… eventually… when I get the courage. Of course it didn’t help that whenever I went onto instagram it would be edits of Mikey and I doing our interviews together.

“You tired?” I ask glancing down at the woman who shakes her as she stares back at me. “Not tired enough that I can’t hang out in your room for a while.” She replies as we arrive at the hotel.

“Alright but know if you fall asleep I’m not carrying you back to your room.” I laugh and nudge her side.

…….

The next morning I wake up to a weight on top of me. Rubbing my eyes, I glance down and smile at the sight of Mikeys head resting on my stomach, her arms wrapped around my waist as she sleeps. Obviously we had both fallen asleep the night before and Mikey hadn’t gone back to her room… not that I was complaining.

“Mikey, hey, we gotta get up now or we’ll be late.” I run my hands through her hair causing her to stir slightly. “Mm sometimes I hate this job.” She sighs burying her head further into my stomach. “Your tickling me.” I laugh squirming slightly under her hold. “Now come on lazy.” I chuckle gently pulling her up. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming.” She groans.

Two hours later and we had arrived at set together, ignoring the teasing from our cast mates as we headed to the makeup tent. Mikey was quiet, weirdly quiet, causing me to worry slightly as I gripped her hand tighter pulling her slightly closer to me.

“You ok?” I whisper placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Mikey smiles at the action before nodding. “Yeah.” Her voice is slightly deflated and I frown but I can’t say anything as she quickly cups my cheek and walks away to her stylist.

…….

“Oooh Tara where are you? You can’t hide from me forever.” I coo menacingly, a malicious smirk stamped on my face as I stalk towards a prop wardrobe and stab my knife against the door hoping to impale anyone in there.

“Ok and cut. Nice work Jenna and Y/N. Take a minute and have some lunch before we continue.” The directors grin.

Just as I turn to Jenna to complain about having to wear the ghostface costume in this heat Jasmin runs up to me. “Mikey’s crying. Or like really close to it. You should probably come see.” Jasmins rather panicked, her forehead creased and eyebrows narrowed. My eyes widen at the news and I nod rushing towards where Jasmin points without so much as a bye.

I approach Mikeys trailer, her door slightly open as Melissa sits inside with Mikey, her hand on Mikeys back. “Hey look Y/Ns here.” Melissa grins and Mikeys head snaps up, eyes rather red and swollen. “No no, please go you can’t see me like this.” I freeze slightly unsure if she really wanted me to go or not.

Melissa stands up and gives me a look that says don’t you dare leave her before she walks out the trailer and closes the door behind her.

“Hey what’s wrong?” I whisper, crouching in front of Mikey who inhales deeply and shakes her head. “I hate that question.” She half laughs half sobs as she buries her head in her hands. I laugh gently before pulling her hands from her face. “Well can you answer it for me?” Mikey scrunches her nose. “I’m not sure what the answer is. I think I just got a little overwhelmed. It’s silly.” She sighs and looks away from me as tears fall down her cheeks.

“It’s not silly to feel overwhelmed. I know I feel overwhelmed all the time, it’s normal ok? It is silly though, to think I’m gonna think of you any differently seeing you like this.” I whisper moving to cup Mikeys cheeks, my thumbs wiping away the tears that sit there.

Mikey hums in agreement. “I feel so stupid though. I’m sorry you had to come here for nothing.” She smiles sadly glancing at the floor. My fingers find their way under her chin tilting it up so she can look at me. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I came because I wanted to make sure you were ok. Because I care about you. So much in fact that when your feeling better I want to ask you to be my girlfriend.” I grin feeling a blush fall on my cheeks as Mikeys eyes widen.

“It took you long enough. Well when I’m feeling better I will say yes.” She sniffs slightly. Silence encompasses us for a minute as we gaze at one another, her eyes drifting from my lips to my eyes mirroring my own actions.

“Funny, I think I’m feeling better now.” She whispers, her face moving closer to my own. I hum in acknowledgement and raise an eyebrow. “Yeah? I’m very happy for you.” I reply using the same soft tone. It’s Mikeys turn to hum in acknowledgment, her eyes lingering on my lips.

Leaning forward slightly my lips ghost over her own, both our breathing hitching slightly. “Hurry up.” She whispers which is all the encouragement I need as I press my lips against hers. She tastes salty from her tears but I don’t care as I pull her even closer, her small frame finding comfort on my thighs. Goosebumps erupt down my back as her hands run up and down my spine.

Pulling back I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips at Mikeys flushed face. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting that.” I breathe, my hands remaining locked behind her neck. Mikey chuckles and shakes her head. “I hope this is the kind of treatment I get every time I feel overwhelmed.” She sighs falling against my chest. I nod and close my eyes, finally feeling content and praying she can’t hear my heartbeat increase.

…….

Finally Mikey and I were official, the cast and crew congratulating us as we told them a few days after the incident. We intended to keep our relationship private from fans for now, but considering all the rumours surrounding the two of us anyway it didn’t change much. I didn’t care though. I was happy. Mikey was happy. And that’s all that really matters.

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“Mikey. Mikey. Y/Ns hurt. Come quick.” Jenna’s voice echoes through the set as she darts around trying to find Mikey.

“Oh shit, I’m coming.” Mikey drops her plate of food on the nearest surface and rushes after Jenna finding me splayed out on the floor in my ghostface outfit, my face sliced and dried blood littering my cheeks.

“Help, I’m in need of some special treatment.” I open one eye and smirk at Mikey who rolls her eyes, a smile adorning her perfect face.

“You scared me. That makeups looking too real oh my.” Mikey crouches down beside me placing a quick kiss on my lips. “Your an idiot, you know that?” She sighs watching the blush rush to my cheeks. I blink innocently. “But I’m your idiot.”

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

A/N: I don't know where this came from but I got the idea and needed to write it down. This is a bit angsty but I have feelings about this. This is also vague enough that you could envision any of the members in the place of the romantic interest. I have no idea the time line for anything to do with enlistment and training and all of that. So please don't judge me about that. Not edited. Hope you enjoy. ~Bagel

Pairing: Member x reader

Word count: 538

Summary: The night before your boyfriend leaves for enlistment.

You lay in bed. Your head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. What once was a comforting rhythm that lulled you to sleep countless nights before was now just a consistent reminder that he would be gone by tomorrow. You shift once again as you try to get impossibly close to your lover. His own arm tightening around you as he softly huffs. His hand moving up to rest on the bare skin of your ribs and you feel soft pressure on the crown of your head as he presses a kiss to your hair.

"It's late love. Did I not tire you enough?" He asks. The smirk on his face evident in his voice even if you don't look up at him. Your cheeks heat up and you hide your face into his chest.

"No. I just don't want tomorrow to come." You admit to him in the darkness. The moonlight barely filters through the windows and curtains to land on your bodies. You feel more than hear the soft sigh that leaves him.

"I know. I don't want to leave either but I have to." He begins. His fingers start to trace patterns on your skin as he speaks. "But I will be back. I'll have leave, I'll call and text you whenever I can. It's only a year and a half and then I'll be right back here with you." His other hand reaches down and gently pulls your chin up to look at him. The tears you didn't know that were forming blur your vision as you're forced to look up at him.

His hand reaches up and cups your cheek. Brushing away the tears that escape. "I know, but I'm not ready to say goodbye to you. I don't care how temporary it is, it still hurts to see you leave." You say softly. You felt selfish. You felt bad for telling him this and guilting him about something out of his control but you can't hide your feelings from him. Not with how long you've been together and how you've promised to each other to be as honest as possible.

"I don't want to say goodbye either love." He tells you. This moment was intimate and quiet. The silence stretching around the both of you as you both just stare at each other. You see the hurt and sadness in his eyes even if he tries to keep a brave face for you.

"I love you." You tell him after several moments of silence. Your hand reaches up and traces his features. Committing everything you can to memory and just soaking in these last few moments of togetherness before sleep takes over you both and the inevitable happens. His enlistment ceremony and then there would be at least a few months before you could see him again as he goes through basic training.

"I love you too." He says back. You lean up to press your lips against his softly. You settle back to laying on him. Resting your head to hear that heartbeat again. This time you can't fight back sleep from overtaking you anymore. A soft hum was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep.

[antisocialgaycat]

i have a test tomorrow so short story time! no i havent researched anything and for the sake of the vibes ignore any stupid plotholes also no editing we die like real men

I know that I probably should be scared. No one's ever travelled this deep into the ocean before and come out alive. Actually, no one's ever travelled this deep into the ocean before at all. But as I walk towards the ship, I feel this overwhelming sense of calm. I know the dangers that come with this. I know that I likely won't make it back to the surface once I leave. I know that this might just be the last time I breathe in this air, the last time I hear a voice other than my own. But still, I am calm.

I step inside. There isn't much space in here, everything is filled with equipment and padding and more equipment. Behind me, I can hear the lady with the clipboard walking towards me. Her heels make a clicking sound on the jetty. Click, click, click. As the footsteps get louder, I start to wonder how I'm the first person doing this. How has this never been done before? We've travelled to the edges of the solar system but we haven't travelled to the bottom of the sea. Click, click, click. I wonder if the lady with the clipboard knows what's going on in my mind. Probably not. She has bigger things to think about, like making sure this all goes smoothly. Click, click, click. The clicking almost seems like a countdown.

"You doing okay in there?" Her voice isn't what I expected. It's tired and sad. I look up at her face and see the hopelessness plastered all over her features. In the brightest voice I can muster I respond "Of course! This is what I've been preparing for." She glances up from her clipboard, giving me a sad look. "Yes. Yes it is."

She crosses a large section off on her clipboard. I'm no longer calm, instead it feels as though I'm being crushed by dread. What if I die down there? "You ready for me to shut this?" Her voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Yes. I'm ready." The door hinges shut and is almost fully closed before I shout out "Wait!" The lady with the clipboard obliges and the sunlight streams back inside. "What's your name? It doesn't feel right not knowing it when you might be the last person I'll ever see." She smiles at me. "Of course. I'm Isa. Well, technically Isabella, but no one calls me that other than my mother."

"Well Isa," I say, "Thank you. Genuinely. I'm ready now." We share a smile and then the door shuts with a gentle click.

I make my way over to the controls. There's nothing I really need to do. The path is pre-set. All I need to do is press "Go" and I'm off. Possibly forever. Is this how astronauts feel? Putting their lives in the hands of others, in the hands of machines? In the hands of people who only consider them test subjects, as expendable.

I press Go. The click the engine makes as it gets started echoes throughout the entire ship. I sit down cross-legged on the floor and wait for, well, nothing really. Once I get to the bottom I won't be doing anything much other than coming back up. There's a rover attached to the side of the ship which will be put down automatically before I leave. Technically, I don't need to be here at all. I'm just an experiment.

The thought calms me for some reason. An experiment. I know how experiments work. I check the timer on the wall. 2 minutes 23 seconds into the trip. Only 52 hours and 39 minutes left in this experiment. 52 hours and 39 minutes until I return home. With a click the purple light turns on and suddenly everything is so much more eerie. The shadows from the machines seem to be reaching out to me, and so I join them for a little while.

When I wake, I check the timer. It's been 4 hours and 7 minutes. I know soon, I won't be able to see anything at all. Purple light might be one of the last to disappear, but it still does eventually. Everything disappears, when you think about it. Some things easier than others. Some things just slip through the cracks and life continues as though they were never there at all. I hope I don't end up like that.

Eventually my mind wanders back to Isa. I wonder what made her so tired, so hopeless. It was as though all the life had been sucked out of her. But when she smiled, the colours of the world somehow seemed a little brighter. I vow to make it back, if only to see her again. What I wouldn't do to see another human being right now. With that thought I drift back to sleep.

It's dark when I wake. I thought I knew dark before, but this is a whole new level. It's comforting, like a blanket, wrapping around me, keeping me safe and warm, but at the same time, I can't help but be wary. The engine is all but silent, and without light and sound, it feels like I shouldn't be here. My heart beats louder then ever, reminding me that I don't belong here.

I sit there for a while, thinking about nothing and everything all at once, until I feel the ship start to slow. Then it stops. It's even quieter in here now. The only thing that lets me know I'm not dead is the feeling of the floor under my hands and the coolness of the machine behind my back. I startle as I hear the click of the rover dropping down to the ocean bed, ringing out against the crushing silence, and then it's quiet once more.

To fill the silence, I sing. Softly at first, with a voice cracked and shaky. I don't remember the last time I sang. With every phrase my volume grows and something within me clicks into place. I feel safe, and any fears I had slip away. I sing every song I've ever known, then I repeat and repeat and repeat. The hours pass by almost as fast as when I was asleep.

Before I know it, the door is opening with a gentle click and the fresh air floods in with the soft light of the sunset.I can see Isa smiling down at me and even if only for a moment, everything is alright.

[loud-sturniolos]

“Stop kissing boys in the street.”

Nicolas Sturniolo x Male!reader

Summary: Y/N and Nick get caught kissing, leading to his homophobic father finding out and Y/N having to move in with Nick and his brothers.

Warnings: slight angst, homophobia(reader has homophobic parents), homophobic slurs used, aggressive arguing, kissing, slightly suggestive, fluff, toxic parents, switching POV, use of Y/N, not proof read!

A/N: I’m currently struggling to write, I have like no ideas at all😞 Please give me requests or smth🙏. Might do a part 2 of when reader is living with the triplets if y’all like this😘

Y/N: green

Nick: Purple

Chris: orange

Matt: Blue

Y/Ns father: pink

Third person POV::

1:02pm

Y/N was currently on a date day with Nick, his secret boyfriend, they had already been to a book shop, and had lunch at a café, and walked around town for a while. Now Y/N was just waiting for Nick to get back from the bathroom so he could drive him home.

Y/N heard the sound of footsteps approaching and looked up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees Nick approaching. He stands up, sliding his phone into the back pocket of his blue Fresh Love sweats.

“Hi, baby,” he said softly, kissing Nicks forehead as his arms wrap around the smaller boys waist. “Ready to go home?” “No, I’m comfy now.” Nick mumbled, nuzzling into Y/Ns chest as his arms loop around his neck. Y/N lets out an amused chuckle, gently lifting Nicks chin to look at him, then pressing his lips to Nicks in a sweet tender kiss. “We can hang out tomorrow, promise.”

Y/Ns POV::

2:57PM

I had just arrived home after an amazing day with my boyfriend, I step into my parents house, slipping my muddy shoes off at the door. I pause as the sound of my mothers crying engulfs my ears, taking a moment to process I wasn’t just hearing things, before quickly walking into the kitchen. “Mom? Whats wrong?” I ask in a worried tone, pausing at the doorway of the kitchen to see my mother crying at the table, and my dad stood next to her, a furious look on his face.

As soon as he sees me, he storms up to me and grabs my collar, shoving me against the wall. “What is wrong with you? Do you think it’s cool or something? How am I meant to respond when my friends tell me my son is kissing boys in the street?!” He yells in my face, the colour drains from my face, one of his friends saw and snitched?!

Before I could get a word out, my fathers next words shocked me, leaving me silenced in a mix of sadness, anger, and pure hatred.

“Until you stop this gay nonsense, you’re not living with us. I don’t want a f^ggot for a son.”

I stare at him blankly, before shoving him out the way and storming up the stairs, grabbing my backpack and stuffing a few random hoodies, t-shirts, jackets and throwing on some random comfy slides then grabbing my car keys and storming out the house.

Chris’s POV::

4:36PM

I had woken up about an hour ago, possibly 2, when Nick got home. We didn’t get a chance to talk to Y/N, but we didn’t really mind, we’d be seeing him another time.

I was in the kitchen with Matt, Nick was in his room editing, when there was a knock at the door, I glance at my brother. “We don’t have anybody coming over?” “Maybe Nick ordered food or something.” Matt mumbled back with a shrug, too focused on his phone to care.

I scoff and roll my eyes, setting my phone on the counter I make my way towards the door, unlocking it and opening it I’m shocked to see Y/N, cheeks stained with tears and a clearly overfull bag in his hand.

“What the fuck? What’s wrong, dude?” I ask in a worried tone, stepping to the side to let the boy in. “My dad found out.” Was all I got in response before he kicked off his shoes and started walking through the house towards Nicks room.

Matts POV::

I looked up to see Y/N, my eyes widen as I see the tears streaming down his cheeks that he’s aggressively trying to wipe away with his fists.

I quickly make my way in front of him, ignoring his anger I cup his face and gently wipe his tears,   simultaneously nodding at Chris to get Nick from his bedroom, which he is quick to do.

“What’s wrong, bud? What happened?” I ask in a quiet calm tone, rubbing Y/Ns back to try calm him down. “I don’t want to talk about it, I’m here for Nick.” he said, trying to push past me towards Nicks bedroom. I gently grab his wrist and lead him towards the sofa, making him sit down. “Nick will be here in a moment, you want some drink? A snack?” “no.”

Third person POV

Nick came out his bedroom with Chris, telling Chris and Matt to go to their rooms before quickly making his way to Y/N in the living room.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked the crying boy gently, sitting next to him and placing a comforting hand on his thigh. “My dad found out I’m gay, one of his stupid friends saw us kissing and snitched.. then he kicked me out because he doesn’t want a gay son.” Nick went silent, not expecting that at all. He quickly regains composure and leans over to kiss Y/Ns salty tears off his cheeks. “You can live with us for as long as you want..” Nick replied, not exactly knowing how to respond to the situation. Y/N stays silent, wrapping his arms around Nicks waist and burying his face into the crook of his neck before mumbling a quiet “thanks..” “Matt and Chris are out all day tomorrow, it’ll just be us.” Nick whispers teasingly with a smirk before quickly and casually walking away back to his bedroom, leaving Y/N sat stunned on the sofa with a blush spreading across his cheeks.

[zozowrites]

The Best Game Chapter 4: Sweet Treat

Words: 1.9k

Olivia

Everything up until this point has been going really really well. We’ve had three practices and two media events, one where I got to film a roommates quiz video with Emma, which was fun. We were competing for who knows each other better, and I didn’t get a single question wrong. I should’ve been more careful to not blow my cover but I couldn’t just let her win. To her credit, she only got the “favorite color” question wrong because mine had changed since we were 18. 

It was also pretty entertaining to see the new edits flood in. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit vain because I enjoy them. I mean, I know I’m hot, but people making edits is not discouraging. There were a few ship edits of me and Emma, with captions like “back together again?” And “and they were roommates…” which I found pretty funny. I sent her the “and they were roommates” one which included a good bit of thirst for her (can’t blame the editor, ) and a few good clips of us connecting on the field too. I could tell when she watched it on the bus back from practice too, because of the way she froze and slapped her hand over her mouth, and then giggled and looked up at me before going to send it to someone. 

Even this evening had been splendid. After team dinner and a quick team meeting, we were all dismissed and most of us went back up to our rooms. Emma was journaling and I was actually being productive and answering some branding emails until she started poking me in the shoulder. She kept going and going and I tried to push her off, and it eventually turned into a mock slap fight. 

“What is it?” I said, resigned to losing this one. She looked so pretty with her hair down and a little messy, spilling gracefully over the hood of her sweatshirt. 

“Let’s go get a sweet treat. Ice cream for good luck tomorrow!” She said, batting her eyelashes at me. I sighed and closed my computer. She took this as a yes (it was) and started jumping up and down on the bed. Then she texted the team group chat to invite everyone else, apparently. 

Emma:

Oley and I are going to venture out and forage a sweet treat (ice cream) if anyone wants to join us!

I promise we’ll be on our best behavior :)

I assume she added this because everyone had noticed how much we argued and bickered during camp. And then how we sort of got along now, too. I mean, we still throw jabs and go insanely hard against each other, but now I poke her in the back just to stick my tongue out at her, and she rubs my head and calls me “sad little girl” in response but with a smile on both of our faces. 

Olivia:

speak for yourself 

i have my own agenda out here 

She pushed my shoulder. 

Emma:

EYE promise that WE’ll be on our best behavior 

We had met Alyssa and Trinity in the lobby, ready to go (it looked like Trinity wanted to go and she somehow roped Alyssa into coming too). Regardless, Ma had skipped out of the elevator when she saw them, saying “OMG! FRIENDS!” And hooked their arms through hers. Trinity linked me into the chain on the end, and I would be lying if I weren’t a little jealous I wasn’t closer to Ma. 

Then she drags us out going on and on about how much she loves ice cream and how it’s the perfect energy source before a game and how her mom would make homemade ice cream when she was a kid and she always had it before games so it helps her that way too. Then she’s asking them about their traditions from when they were younger and somehow looked over Trinity at me once and smiled like something she had said was our little secret. It made me feel like my chest was going to explode. 

As we meandered to find an ice cream place (much to Alyssa’s surmise, we did not already have one in mind), Emma kept the conversation really flowing, then moving to yap about favorite ice cream flavors and the qualities of each one, the rankings of the classics, and the best flavors for every occasion. She had us all in fits of giggles on her commentary about rocky road, and then the purpose of coffee flavored ice cream, and then her theory on how mint chocolate chip came about. 

Her energy was infectious and the vibe was high. She lit up every person and every room she was in and it was so painstakingly obvious right now. She was sunshine in human form. How could you not fall in love with her? 

Her presence puts me in such a good mood that I don’t have anything to argue with her about. When we get back to the hotel Alyssa notes that Emma was right and she did keep me on my best behavior. My only response is to shrug it off and say “you win some you lose some.” 

She ends up unlocking our door for me after we wave goodnight to Trinity and Alyssa and she waves me in saying “Ladies first,” in a fake British gentleman accent. It makes me giggle and that makes her look proud. 

She spins me around in the small space in our room before flopping dramatically onto the bed. 

“Oh goodness,” She sighs, being an absolute cutie. “I don’t know where I got all that energy from, but I think it’s time for me to sleep now.” She yawns and turns to the side. 

We settle into bed, still on our phones a half hour later. She throws one of her legs over mine before plugging her phone in and shutting her eyes. Well, for the last twenty minutes it had looked like she was fighting to keep her eyes open to watch her tiktoks. She nuzzles into the pillow and mumbles “Goodnight, Livie” 

My breath catches. She hasn’t called me Livie since we were young. And we have been on pretty good terms recently (at least I assume, since we haven’t actually said anything about it, we just gradually morphed how we interacted. I think being roommates really helped). I put my phone away too and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She doesn’t notice since she’s fast asleep already somehow. 

At some point in the night I’m forced awake by my racing heart. I didn’t even have a nightmare I was pulled from, but I feel like I was just sprinting. I focus on trying to catch my breath instead of why I’m feeling like this at 3 am. Of course this is about our game tomorrow (more like today). 

I’m used to the pressure of being good. Everyone on this team and on my college team and on my pro league team was the best of the best in high school. For everyone here in college and pro too. It’s not that I don’t think I deserve to be here, I know I’m good. I know I’m great. And I worked hard for my skill and endurance. I just have no mental game. 

In college I earned rookie of the year with four hat trick games, my sophomore year I scored at least one goal in every game (and I started them all) and broke Stanfords shutout streak (sorry not sorry Emma). Junior year I became captain, was a four time player of the week, and overall player of the year, and senior year I broke the NCAA record for most goals scored in the third game of the season. 

Sophomore year I had the most pressure to perform. It was my year of consistency. But sophomore year was also the one where Emma and I had our falling-out (break up?). So I had the most to prove. And the most distraction and the most motivation. It was just training, school, practice, extra reps, scouting, repeat. I wanted to prove to myself I could be something without her, since I knew I loved her but didn’t know I could have had her. That I could love a woman and be okay. But now I know, and the woman I love doesn’t want me anymore. 

While yes I’m afraid that tomorrow when we go out there I won’t live up to the hype, I’m more afraid of what Emma will think. If she’ll still be nice to me, if she’ll say something that’ll help. If she’ll look at me with pity in her eyes. 

I’m sweating. I rip the blankets off and it doesn’t help. Why don’t we have AC? I just need to touch something cold. I make my way over to the bathroom and lay down on the cold tile but I don’t turn the light on. The change in temperature seems to push me over the wrong edge and big hot tears start streaming down my face. I don’t even bother to wipe them away. I can’t put my finger on what exactly I’m crying about but it nonetheless feels good to cry. 

As time passes I eventually calm down and wipe my tears with the hem of my shirt. I sigh and sit up to lean against the wall and hug my knees in. Then the door opens and I see Emma’s hand reach and turn the light on. She opens the door and we’re just looking at each other. She looks like she was in a deep sleep, her hair ruffled but looking soft as ever. She also only has one of her ridiculous fuzzy animal slipper socks on. She looks at me on the floor, eyes probably red and watery, but I’m not convinced she sees me. Her mouth is open. 

“I um, I gotta pee,” 

“Oh! Yeah,” I say and shoot up, “Of course.” 

She steps into the bathroom so we pass by each other in a bigger space than the doorframe. She closes the door behind me and I go to lie down again, facing the window/balcony and wall combination. I don’t close my eyes. I’m not convinced I’m going to fall back asleep tonight, which means I’ll probably play like shit tomorrow. Fucking wonderful. 

But then I feel a weight in the bed and hear the rustle of blankets. Emma lays back down way closer to me and I can feel her hesitate before roping an arm around my torso. I make sure to maintain a respectful distance between my butt and her hips, which she closes slowly as she weaves her feet through mine. I turn my head to look at her but she’s not looking back at me. Instead she takes the chance to snake her other arm under my neck, fully spooning me. She loops her arm under my elbow to move my hair out of her face and then I decide to lace my fingers through hers as she moves it back. 

Her touch right now has the opposite affect than it usually does. Instead of giving me butterflies in my stomach and making my heart and mind race, everything slows. Everything is calm. She strokes a space on my hand with her thumb and I no longer need to worry about anything. I’m at peace. I’m home.

[no6secretsanta]

To: @minamiren

From: @whims-of-insane-fandoms

Prompt: nothing that ends sad! I’m open to pretty much anything else but if you would like a prompt then perhaps an au meet-cute?

Hello, hello! I love AUs, I’m a notorious au writer and you’ve given me gold on an idea that had been stewing in my brain for a couple of months but had no true form until your prompt. I gift this AU to you; Merry Christmas and I really hope you enjoy!

Moonlit Encounter

Shion was exhausted yet deeply proud, yawning as he finished his last essay for his literature final before tomorrow’s deadline. It had even left him time to revise and edit it tomorrow before the deadline, what luck! If she was already done with all her essays like usual, he could ask Safu to check his work.

Shion got up, stretching, and packing away his laptop and textbook in his bag and leaving the library. It was already dark outside, and his fellow classmates were all camping to stay there until the library closed to finish their work. One of them was pulling at their hair, typing words almost like they were keysmashing. Shion decided to not bother them as he exited from the library, stepping out into the courtyard.

Shion looked up to see the falling snowflakes, seeing their dancing descent as he fixed his scarf. It was almost time for winter break, and he couldn’t wait for it to come. He wanted to spend some time with his mom in the bakery and not have to worry about an assignment or essay. University was rough sometimes but, at least, it would be worth it once he graduated. He’d never have to worry about papers after graduation!

Shion was about to enter the cafeteria to eat his dinner, glad he had not missed time in his work to eat, when he saw a strange light out of the corner of his eye. He frowned, turning as he saw the flash of light glow even brighter. Was there an event on campus right now? 

Shion’s curiosity led him to follow the direction of the flash of light that began to flicker, akin to the flame of a dancing candle. He wondered if there was a light ceremony tonight again, struggling to remember if his friends had sent him anything for tonight. He had been too busy to look at his phone earlier and he hadn’t checked his notifications earlier. 

Shion grabbed his phone and saw a message from Safu asking him if he’d eaten yet because it was getting late. She was right, it was getting late, and he shouldn’t be chasing after lights like an idiot when he should be eating. He was ready to turn around and abandon the strange light when he heard something even stranger than the light.

“Shion. . . Shion. . .”

Who was calling him?

Now he felt compelled to follow it, his legs moving faster as something told him to walk faster and even faster, or it would be too late. He wasn’t sure why he felt this sense of urgency, but he knew he had to reach the light.

“. . . Shion, hurry. . .!”

Shion finally arrived at the area of his university where the light came from and, immediately, it entranced him. It was a small little thing that was moving around in circles, changing from a harsh white to a warm gold to a soft blue to a bright red and other colors. Shion was fascinated by how it moved, walking closer to see it. It reminded him of something but, for the life of him, he could not remember from where or even what he was supposed to be remembering.

“Shion!”

The scream seemed so loud, as if someone had shouted right in his ear. Shion flinched, covering his ear with a loud shout. He looked around but there was no one but him. It was just the strange light and him. Where had that scream come from?

He saw the light stop moving, as if it was waiting. Was it waiting for him? 

“I’ve been waiting for you, Shion.”

The voice sounded so familiar, so clear in his head. It felt like he was talking to an old friend. He felt at ease as he walked closer to the light. He stretched out his hand and the light floated to rest on his palms. It glowed a brilliant scarlet shade for a long time, illuminating their surroundings and chasing away shadows.

The light didn’t burn, it was as warm as Shion expected it to be. He held it up closer to his face, moved by its beautiful swaying and the way it felt so right to be held by him.

“Why were you waiting for me?”

“Silly Shion, you don’t remember?”

Remember? Remember what? 

What was he supposed to remember?

“I. . . I’m sorry? I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be remembering. . . sorry.”

The light floated up and down excited. It was cute, Shion thought with a smile as it approached and rested itself on Shion’s nose.

“Shion, I was waiting because you are. . .”

The ground was no longer underneath Shion and he felt himself start flying, seemingly thrown into the air. Shion opened his mouth to scream, clutching the light closer to him, and was about to yell when he crashed right into a hard chest, sending him and the owner of said chest crashing against one of the nearby trees. 

“Ouch!”

“Oh, sorry!” Shion yelled out, trying to get up, “Something launched me, oh no, my bag! My laptop is in there! My essay!”

“Shion, dodge!”

Shion did not understand why the light was so panicked until the other person tackled Shion to the floor and Shion’s eyes widened when he saw something sharp had stuck itself to the tree trunk where, just moments before, his head had been.

“Oh shit!”

“That’s an understatement, what the hell got you on that spirit’s shit list?”

“What spirit?! That thing looks like a massive guillotine blade!”

“Never mind, get up!”

Shion felt the person get off him and the person, his savior, grabbed his arm to help him get to his feet. Before Shion could get a proper look at his savior or even thank him, he was being dragged abruptly to rest his face against the person’s chest again just in time to avoid another attack from his mysterious assailant.

“If you’re going to pick on the weak, at least do it in a way that isn’t overkill. This is like using a gun to kill an ant, damn spirit.”

Shion frowned, trying to get out of the person’s arms because he would not stand for this rudeness, “Who are you calling weak? I’ll have you know that I’m in excellent condition, I just wasn’t expecting to be thrown in the air!”

“You’re not impressing anyone, kid, so don’t even try it. Just hang on tight and let me handle this, you’re definitely unsuited for this.”

Shion was ready to protest when his savior picked him up and his hours watching his computer screen and writing about Paradise Lost while not eating must have fried his brain because his savior jumped, and they were flying up in the air.

They were flying!

Shion clung to his savior and looked up to see his face. It was a young man that must have been his age but that was where their similarities ended. This young man was beautiful with a slender jawline and fair skin that was as beautiful as the moonlight that illuminated his beautiful features. His hair was long and reflected the moonlight, floating around him like some kind of heavenly halo. All of these features were beautiful, but it was his eyes that took Shion’s breath away.

Oh my goodness, his eyes.

His eyes were glowing silver, a precious stone that befit such a beautiful person. They were gray but calling them gray was a disservice to how wonderful they were. They were so full of life and filled with so much expressiveness. It was like an ocean of silver that Shion wanted to drown in.

His eyes were also. . . familiar?

It was the same sensation Shion had with the light, this sense of familiarity. He knew this person but, for some reason, this person was also a stranger at the same time. A familiar stranger, the perfect oxymoron that was consuming Shion’s waking thoughts.

If this was a dream, things would make sense. This was, however, not a dream.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Shion was startled back to reality by the young man’s voice, feeling sheepish that he had been caught staring. He was about to apologize for his blatant ogling when they landed on the roof of one of the buildings. The young man let him go and stepped forward, summoning something from nothingness.

“Of all the days for me to patrol when I should’ve been having my break . . . that damn dog owes me.”

Shion stared at the weapon and saw it was beautiful silver blade that glinted with the light of the moon. This young man was so complimentary to the moon with his beautiful blade and eyes, his beautiful savior of the moon. 

“Wait!”

His savior turned, raising an eyebrow, “What?”

Shion felt his heart race just a bit before smiling, “Thank you. . . for saving me. You didn’t have to, but you did. So thank you.”

His savior looked surprised and flustered for a moment before he smirked, overconfident and arrogant. However, underneath that bravado, Shion could see how he was still happy over his thanks. This person was so gentle. . . Shion needed to give him a hug.

“Who else but I could save you? You’d be helpless without me.”

He was still some arrogant person, but Shion didn’t find his arrogance obnoxious. At least, not while he was still looking at him with rose-tinted glasses. 

His knight in not-so shining armor turned just in time to use his sword to deflect attacks that resembled what had attacked Shion earlier. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a scorpion’s tail that crossed with the world’s biggest butcher’s knife and wasn’t that bizarre?

The knife tail was attached to a monster that was hissing, ant-like mandibles clicking as its eight – eight! – pair of eyes stared them both down. The monster looked like a cross between a person, a spider, an ant, a scorpion, and other creatures and that was so unsettling. Shion clutched the light closer to him.

“A monster!”

“That’s right. We just call them spirits, but monsters is a good way to call these things.”

The monster- no, the spirit, hissed and it began to speak. Speak?! Shion have never imagined the thing could even speak! A creature that shouldn’t exist doing things it should never be doing. . . he really must have passed out in the library from exhaustion.

“You insignificant, scurrying little rat! That is my prey! I found the Pearl! It’s mine! Mine!”

The spirit attacked and the person used his sword to shield himself and Shion. Shion felt warmth against his chest and looked down to see the light was glowing brighter. Something was pressing against his chest and, instead of hurting, it felt right.

“GIVE IT TO ME!”

“Get down!” 

Shion felt himself land on the ground before even realizing that he had even been pushed. His savior was dodging various attacks, swinging his sword with such precision like he was a trained dancer. The spirit was relentless, and, to Shion’s horror, he could see his protector getting his arms and legs sliced by the spirit’s bladed tail. Blood splattered on the snow like paint on an artist’s canvas and Shion’s heart hammered against his chest and the light. 

Despite the cuts and gashes, the young man had not stopped defending and striking when he could, swinging himself and the blade around to hit the spirit and deal it great damage. He would also yell words that Shion found familiar yet could not place and any hit after he chanted the words made parts of the spirit’s body burn. 

He was so brave, a hero of myth that leapt out of the pages of an epic. Despite the pain that he must be feeling, his gallant hero was still fighting and even making comments as he danced around the battlefield with poise and elegance. It was like he had done this many times before. 

“You’ve got some nerve attacking this area when it’s under our protection. That desperate to chase after a myth? The Pearl is a myth.” 

“IT’S MINE, YOU LITTLE RAT, YOU EXORCIST SCUM!”

The spirit screeched as the sword blasted it with a large gust of wind that made the snow on the ground flutter around the exorcist, his beautiful dark hair whipping around his face. The blast sent the spirit flying, making the exorcist look back at him with a cocky smile. 

The exorcist spun around, his sword making a circle around him that began to glow. Shion stared at the glow of the circle and the exorcist closed his eyes, beginning to chant an even longer phrase than the ones he had been using previously. To his awe, symbols were forming in the circle, moving around the circle in an almost hypnotic manner. The spirit looked agitated, hissing, and writhing around as it tried to make one last ditch effort to attack the exorcist.

“Watch out!”

The exorcist opened his eyes and, oh, they were glowing this time. He raised his sword and swung it, releasing a cyclone that twisted and turned with parts of the exorcist’s blood and the snowflakes that were caught in its path. The spirit was caught in the blast and completely vanished, as if it had been disintegrated. 

Something fluttered to the ground and the exorcist reached out his hand to catch whatever it was. He put it in his pocket, huffing and looking annoyed. Shion moved before he even realized he was doing it, coming face to face with the exorcist.

“That was incredible! How did you do that?! Was that magic? How did you learn how to fight like that-?”

“Whoa, slow down!” The exorcist half-laughed, taking a step back, “You must be some nutcase if your first questions are how my powers work and not what you just witnessed.”

“You already told me – it’s a spirit monster and you. . . it called you an exorcist! Exorcists get rid of evil spirits, like shamans.”

The exorcist looked amused and a bit annoyed, making a hand sign that made his sword disappear. Shion wished he could learn how the exorcist was capable of doing that when he saw him flinch, holding his arm where he had been sliced.

“Let me see that-.”

“Back off,” He hissed out, almost hostile, “The wound is a spirit one, these things are dangerous to ordinary people like you. Unless you want a violent death, step away. I just need a cleanse, that’s all. I’m fine.”

Shion knew he wasn’t fine. He looked pained despite his best efforts to look confident and unhurt. How could he not be in pain? What person shrugged off multiple slices and gashes like it was nothing? Was he running on adrenaline? If so, the adrenaline was going to run out soon and then this exorcist would be incapacitated by the pain.

Shion had to help. He didn’t know what a cleanse entailed or if that was just code to disinfecting the wound or something, but he had to help. This person had risked himself in order to save him. He could’ve just left him somewhere alone and left. But he didn’t. He had stayed behind to save him.

He had to help him. He had to!

“. . . Is that a wish, Shion?”

Yes, it was his wish to be able to help this exorcist with moonlight in his eyes. He wanted to help him, he couldn’t fail him again, he shouldn’t let him die again-.

Again?

“Anything for you, old friend.”

Shion reached out his hand and watched how surprised the exorcist with the most beautiful eyes was when he cupped his injured cheek. He didn’t want his face marred with these wounds. These wounds were his fault. He refused to let them fester and hurt this young man who had fought to protect him.

Something was glowing. In the reflection of the other young man’s eyes, Shion could see a brilliant light. It was beautiful, illuminating the area they were in. It complimented the young man so well, it was a beautiful glow.

“What are you doing?”

Shion sure didn’t know but he saw with his own eyes as the wound on the young man’s face slowly vanished, as if he had never been in battle. Was he. . . healing him? Was this Shion or was this the power of the light? He wasn’t sure but he also didn’t care. 

He had wanted to help and, this way, he was helping.

The glow settled down just enough that the young man reached out and grabbed Shion’s hair. Belatedly, Shion realized that the glow that had been so mesmerizing had been coming from him, specifically his hair that was glowing a bright white. When it stopped glowing completely, it became its usual brown.

“The spirit mentioned the Pearl and I thought it was kidding. Fucking hell, the fucking Pearl is real? The higher-ups are going to have an aneurysm when I tell them the Pearl was here, right next to headquarters, this whole time. How did you find it?”

“The light- I was following the light, it was calling to me?”

Shion tried to show him the light but, instead of the beautiful light that had hypnotically led him to this situation, he showed the exorcist a pearl the size of his palm. The young man pulled away, releasing Shion’s hair as if he had been burned.

“The damn Pearl of the Goddess. . . after five hundred years, it’s back.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

The exorcist looked at him with so much pity that it made Shion recoil. Pity? That was the wrong emotion. Why should he be pitied for having found the light, the light had helped him heal the exorcist? It was a good thing, wasn’t it?

“We need to get you to headquarters, you’re not safe here.”

“Headquarters? Wait, wait, I have things to do, I have a paper due tomorrow-!

The exorcist rolled his eyes and grabbed Shion’s hand. He began dragging him to the edge of the roof, getting up on the ledge like he was walking up the stairs and looking down at him, trying to drag him up.

“Come on, it’s either your damn essay or your life. Trust me, the essay will not kill you.”

“You don’t know my professor.”

“I’m not letting you die, you idiot!”

Shion wanted to argue more but something about the exorcist’s expression made the argument die on his lips. The young man was angry, yet it was less about being mad and more about being frustrated that the person he was trying to help was not allowing him to help. Hadn’t he been frustrated with himself because he’d been unable to help his savior?

“. . . my name’s not idiot! It’s Shion!”

Shion stepped forward, trying to avoid looking down because they were really high up. The exorcist grabbed his hand as Shion almost tumbled down, quirking his eyebrow in an amused expression. Shion felt himself be at ease because, for some strange reason, this expression felt so right, so familiar.

“Nezumi.”

“Huh?”

The exorcist lightly flicked Shion’s forehead, a level of playfulness Shion had not expected from such a powerful person. It made his heart race, and he knew it was not because his life was in danger or because he was on top of the roof of a four-story tall building. 

“My name, doofus. You have to get used to singing my praises, Pearlkeeper, I know this will not be the last time I save your life.”

“Who says I’ll continue being such a damsel, huh?!”

The exorcist, Nezumi, laughed, tugging his hand, “Stop whining and jump!”

Shion would never have jumped if anyone else had asked him to do so. Only an idiot would jump if a stranger asked them to. However, Nezumi had saved his life, so he’d easily earned Shion’s trust. Nezumi also didn’t feel like a stranger with his wonderful smile and beautiful eyes that almost haunted Shion with their familiarity. 

When someone like this young man, like this exorcist, like Nezumi, asked him to jump . . . 

Well, Shion jumped.

The two jumped off the roof, holding each other in the freefall before taking flight into the winter night sky, the shining moonlight illuminating them and the path ahead towards their destiny. 

That’s the end of this oneshot! I hope you enjoyed this JJK x Inuyasha-esque supernatural meet-cute au. Not your average meet-cute but it suits their au selves. This was so fun to write, even if I procrastinated parts of it because a fast-approaching deadline is a great motivator.

Heavy inspiration for Shion’s role were Yuji Itadori and Kagome Higurashi with a dash of Yuta Okkotsu while Nezumi’s role was inspired by Inuyasha, Maki and, surprisingly, Satoru Gojo. If I ever continue this, the inspiration might become more apparent.

BTW, Shion’s laptop was unfortunately wrecked. Fortunately, he saved a copy on a cloud because laptops are cruel sometimes. Mine crashed twice during the creation of this fic, haha. 

Happy Holidays, thank you for affording me the chance to write about one of my favorite pairs and create another universe for them to fall in love all over again. I hope you spend the holidays with people you love and doing the things you love. Thank you and hope to see you around!

-whims

[melodygatesauthor]

Weekly Update

8/20/2023

Announcements

- A Bit Dodgy is almost finished -

The chapter coming out this week is the second to last chapter for the series. It’s such a bitter sweet thing, ending a series, especially one that I’ve built such a community around. I’ve written 5 novel-length fics over the course of the last year, and A Bit Dodgy will be number 6. On 09/04/2023 it will be my one-year anniversary of writing fanfiction since coming back after not writing for about a decade and l can’t believe it. Holy CRAP. I’ll take the time to reminisce about my numbers and statistics on my one-year mark, don’t you worry lol. There will definitely be a celebration.

That being said, ending a series never gets easier. Even though I write for these characters all the time, Steven, Marc and Jake in this case, I’m still closing the book on this version of them. It’s sad, but I’m also very ready to move on to other stories and other versions of these characters. I also think I’ll write some headcanons and one-shots as I feel the desire to just to take the edge off when I’m missing them. I’ll talk more about this when I finish A Bit Dodgy. <3

- Requests are officially closed -

I’m not sure if I’ll ever be in a position to take requests again or not. My WIP list is a mile long, and right now (summer) is a VERY busy time for both of my jobs. I’m lucky if I get one day off a week. All this to say, it’s not feasible for me to continue taking requests when I can’t even handle the fics I have currently in the works.

I’m not saying I’ll never do requests again, it’s just not realistic right now. There will still be follower celebrations and birthday events and things like that in which I may take limited requests, but as far as the regular ones go, I gotta stop taking them for now. - THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M MAKING THIS ANNOUNCEMENT. PLEASE READ IT.

Fic Updates

Disclaimer - I never know which way the winds of inspiration will blow. Timeframes aren’t a promise/guarantee, they’re a goal.

Fic Updates Legend:

Blue - Update this week

Pink - Update in progress

Red - Backburner Fic (not currently working on. See WIP list for status)

You can find my current WIP list here

Chaptered Fic Updates

A Bit Dodgy - Chapter 17 is coming this week, but I need more time. So it won't come out tomorrow, it will be out Tuesday or Wednesday instead! Thank you for understanding!

Always Yours, Never Mine - Chapter 3 is done! Just need to finish editing! I'll be putting it out Saturday bbs <3

The Fractured Moon - My primary focus this past week has been getting A Bit Dodgy finished, and also working on getting the requests and stuff for my 2k celebration done. I'll be working on part 4 of TFM this week to hopefully post next week!

Mini-series Updates

Feeling You Can’t Fight - Chapter 3 is done! I just need to finish editing and posting hehe.

All on the backburner for now but will get additional chapters soon:

Not a Doctor - Part 2

Worth the Risk - Part 3

AI Character Bot Updates

I currently have the following bots on my list that I’m working on. If you have any suggestions or additions you’d like, please feel free to ask! I won’t make every single one I get asked for but I’ll make some of them as I get time!

DBF Jake and Steven (I already did Marc...did I ever post him? I thought I did but maybe not)

Patient Steven and Marc

Moon Knight Rescue scenario

Miguel AI Assistant Scenario (inspired by @missdictatorme's Halo fic).

Am I missing any? Don't see one on the list that you want to add? Send me an inbox or private message! No promises, but if I like the idea I'll make an AI bot.

Requests

I'm finishing up all the inboxes from my 2k Follower Celebration! I'm almost through those so please bear with me.

There are 2 regular requests I have that will both be released this week! Exciting! - Those are the last 2 I have. Starting next week, the "request" category of my weekly update will be gone!

I think that's all for now! Much love!

Don't forget to follow my other blogs:

@melodymakesart - My art blog

@lockandkeynovel - The blog for my original fiction novel, Lock & Key

@melodyreadsfanfiction - The blog where I reblog works I intend to read, a good place for fanfic readers to follow!

@melodygatesupdates - This is where I'll reblog any chapter updates for my fics and whatnot. This is what I use instead of a tag list!

[domiej]

Liam, oh Liam

I feel as though I can’t go back to posting my regular post without saying something about Liam, who’s been weighing on my heart though it’s been days and my algorithm is changing and people will forget this feeling and what it means.

Liam.

I feel left with this weird feeling about life, I guess that’s what death is suppose to do. Leaving you questioning life’s fragility. Leaves you wondering about morality.

Maybe another reason I was so obsessed with 1Direction was because besides dragon ball it was the only other thing me and my sister whom I never got along with didn’t fight about. We found common ground in late nights watching video diaries and compilations and rotting our brains at 12 with terrible fan fiction and singing songs, where we shared the chorus together.

Are we mourning just your death?you as the person we grew up loving? are we mourning our childhoods? the parts of us that we waiting for something, the parts left unfinished forever. Are we mourning the good times? The small joys? You. Old you, new you.

That’s the funny thing about life, we think we have all this time, and we see quotes that say “live today like tomorrow is your last” and that everything is tragic because we are mortal but what do we ever do about it? We promise we’ll be better and then we forget and wait for the next tragedy to hit to remember again.

We sit and we wait all the same, though life is small and goes by so fast. We forget, in the midst of everything we forget.

I’m sorry your story ended here Liam. I’m sorry you were left out to dry days before on social media but now your everyone’s favorite, the “core of the band”. You are now the sweetest boy, the most loving, the most caring. Your so loved now.

You were supposed to be loved THEN. You were suppose to dream on and reunite with your brothers and make us happy little girls again….one day. You were suppose to be bigger. To finish great things.

I don’t know why my heart hurts like this. Call me dramatic.

It was nice, in a way though, everyone mourning together, makes you kinda feel a little less alone. 1D being back on my feed (I wish it were under different circumstances) for the first time in awhile, I feel young again. I’m 12 kicking my feet again watching edits. I forget the world for a second.

I’m glad I experienced 1D in real time. We had fun. “The little girls are gonna love them”. We did. We still do.

Post are getting older. 5days ago, 1week ago. Soon it will be a month, then a year. It’s getting further, I feel like Liam is slipping from our grasp and that feeling we had before will be something we don’t remember but I WANT TO REMEMBER. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to let go. I’m not ready for everyone to go back to moving on even though that’s what we are suppose to do as people.I want us to be sad and sit together for awhile. This means something to me, I want to be sad about it.

Wym Liam is dead? The boys aren’t getting back together? Never to be 5 again? Wym Liam died?

What do we learn from this? Where do we take this?

I hope we learn to treat people with more compassion. I wish Liam had more compassion. I wish we will learn to love more loudly, to be more brave and move with a little move grace. To be in love with things again. To take more in, my days are all bunched together and I suffer from things I don’t talk about but I try. I’m trying. To live in the present, to love more, to be where my feet are. To not waste time. To love life in spite of clenched fists. To be happy.

Goodbye Liam. Goodnight. Thank you, for it all, I guess. I’m not gonna forget you like my timeline and algorithm. I think I’ll carry this with me for awhile, I think because it means something to me.

I hope your somewhere rescuing people amongst the stars and dancing in clouds.

Goodbye, Liam. Safe travels.

Im gonna miss it