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rosesnink · 6 months ago

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Red Threads of Fate (That Bind Us Together), Arc I- Black Thorne, White Rose (Pt. 1)

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Je suis back!! After months of not touching this series due to rl craziness, I'm back with COP stuff babey!! This arc will be an interesting one, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. That being said, read the warnings and bon appetit!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

Some parts of the fic will look like they're highlighted. This is an editing errors due to my Word doc crashing many times, losing excerpts because my computer crashed. I know it's annoying, but please try to ignore it and enjoy the read

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Summary: Nerea has been in Drakovia for a while, yet she feels very lonely. Meeting a certain Thorne will be eventful... to say the least

Word Count: 2.9k

Category: Romance, coming of age

Pairing: Vasili Thorne x F!OC, Sebastyan Thorne x F!OC (eventually) Marguerite Thorne x F!OC (Nerea Rose) (eventually), mentions of F!Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Neera Rose)

Rating: T

TW: There is a suggestive scene at the end, as well as mentions of discriminations against Romani people, reader's discretion is advised

Book: Crimes of Passion

Two months, six days, a hundred and two minutes and seven hundred minutes.

That’s how long Nerea Rose had been in Drakovia, and not one friend she had made. Sure, there were groups and people she had things in common, but she didn’t seem to have her crowd.

If one didn’t count Juliana Georgescu, but everybody got along fine with the countess. What a life she must lead, Nerea thought. Nevertheless, it seemed that power and wealth had a price, for her mothers had found her a suitor. The Crown Princess, no less. Absorbed in her own thoughts, she bumped into someone, dumping coffee and books all over the place. A small curse in Drakovian was spit, and Nerea did her best to apologize in an accentuated Drakovian “My apologies, I did not see you at all! Please, let me help you—,” She froze in place when she caught sight of the brown skin, dark eyes and glasses “Y-Your Royal Highness! Do forgive me—,”

A thread of apologies began between them both “It’s alright,” he answered in perfect English “I was quite absorbed myself. I did not hurt you, did I?”

“I could ask you that myself! Good heavens, your jacket is ruined! Here, let me…” He put his hand on hers and smiled reassuringly.

“I wanted to get rid of it eventually. I should’ve seen you—,”

As she collected her last book, when she saw the face of the poor man she trampled, recognition and shame came upon her “Oh my, I’m so sorry, Prince Vasili, I should’ve known—,”

He chuckled “Do not fret, I should’ve seen where I was going as well. I suppose we were both distracted.”

She shook her head “No, I should’ve seen where I was going, and now my latte is all over your surely expensive coat!”

He helped her up “Nothing a good rub won’t fix. Please, allow me to walk you to class and buy you a new latte. My treat.” He smiled, and my, what a beautiful smile that was.

“I can’t ask you that—,”

“I’m offering. Besides, I’m afraid my espresso is all over your beautiful dress too. My lady mother would be mortified if I maimed such a beauty. You are…? A beauty like yourself must have a name.” He extended his hand.

“Nerea. Nerea Rose.”

His grip was firm, yet gentle and warm, welcoming even. His eyes swept her before they too widened in recognition “Ah, I’ve heard about you! The American genius who has been travelling throughout Europe’s best universities. Your thesis on the advantages and abuses of AI was formidable. Truly a work of art. My siblings got tired of my gushing about your nuances and the way you expressed it. Not even professionals ten years ahead of you could’ve explained it as well and as richly as you.”

She blushed deeply and bit her lip “I’m glad someone appreciated it. I’m afraid my father didn’t understand much ‘technological mumbo jumbo’ and my sister couldn’t even finish it because the language was too complex.”

He smiled “Shame. It’s a true work of art. Do tell me, what brings you to Drakovia?”

“Well, since I’ve dipped my toes in technology and martial arts, I was thinking of getting a masters on Classical Languages: Latin, Greek, Ancient Egyptian, the works.”

Vasili looked at her, delighted “I am a humanist myself. Not many scientific minds appreciate the arts and humanities. Science may give us answers and make us advance as humanity, but it is art that nurtures the soul.”

Nerea smiled fondly “That’s what my mother used to say.”

Vasili frowned “’Used’?”

Nerea fidgeted with her fingers “She disappeared. Police assumed since she was a Romani—despite her ID clearly stating she was Andalusian—she just escaped with a lover, which she would never do.”

Vasili made a face “To hear the injustice in America is one thing, but that is too far.”

“Not to mention blatantly racist. But it was long before I could even have a conscience, so there isn’t much to do save do her proud, wherever she is.”

“You already have.”

She looked at Vasili, touched by his words, but before she could say something, the professor called “Ah, Miss Rose! Do come in, we have been waiting for you.”

“Your Highness—,”

“Please, just Vasili.”

“Very well, ‘just’ Vasili. I’ll see you around.”

During the small recess, as she walked around the campus, enjoying the small sandwich she made and the unusual sunny weather in the cold Drakkos, she spotted a little boy with gorgeous green eyes towards her. She smiled at him ��Hello, sweetie! Are you lost?”

She noticed he held a bonbon, and made a gesture to give it to her. She chuckled “That’s sweet, darling, but I can’t. It’s yours.”

The boy insisted, his eyes making that face that made her melt. She sighed, defeated “All right, all right. I’ll take it. May I give you a thank you huggie?”

Wordlessly, he hugged her and she smiled, and a minute later, he took off to his bewildered mother. She gave her a smile. Just because this wasn’t the first time that a child smiled at her or even went as far to go to her didn’t mean it was strange. A good strange, but strange nevertheless.

“Nerea!” Juliana called.

She turned around and strid to the countess, who seemed to hold court with a few of her classmates. Many of them observed her curiously “What was all of that about?”

Nerea shrugged “I don’t know. It’s not the first time, but it’s still… odd.”

While Vasili did not have many friends, the ones he did were genuine and quite interesting. It was nice, hanging out with people who were as smart or nearly smart as her, not feeling for once like she once set the room quiet with a scientific joke.

As she observed her new group, her eyes stopped on Juliana, and as she talked and interacted, something in her body woke. For a moment, she lost her breath and one voice in her head told her that something terrible would happen to her. Then, it was gone.

When she opened her eyes, Vasili had steadied her and looked at her concerned “Are you alright, Nerea?”

“I… It’s nothing. Silly stuff of mine.”

“It didn’t seem like nothing.” He insisted.

“I just… I got a gut feeling that said that something terrible would happen to Juli. Stupid, right?” She chuckled, brushing it off.

They all looked at one another, obviously creeped out. She excused herself, going to the bathroom. After taking a few deep breaths, she washed her face, and that’s when she observed that Juliana had followed her.

She turned around, and observed that the countess observed her closely “How often do you get these gut feelings, Nerea?”

“Not very often. Only when a tragedy is bound to strike.”

Instead of looking at her like a madwoman, she leaned close, intrigued “Such as?”

“Before my mother disappeared or my Uncle Jimmy died, I got the same gut feeling. I suppose I also know when someone’s trouble.”

She nodded “And you got a feeling that I may be in trouble?”

She shrugged, “I suppose. I know it sounds ominous, but it’s yet to fail me.”

She placed a hand on her shoulder “I will keep it in mind. Thank you, Nerea. You’re a good girl.”

As they came back, they had begun a debate about what prompted the child’s behavior. “…That was amazing! Children are a great judge of character. Has it always happened?”

“Since I turned sixteen, yes. I suppose I’ve always had a wide maternal side and connected well with children. Many stared at me when I’m out, for some reason.”

Vasili added to her surprise “That is a scientific proof that you are beautiful. I’m afraid I’m not children’s favorite prince.” He shrugged, “Trystan and Bas are.”

One of their friends clapped the prince’s shoulder, remarking that he was the group’s favorite by default. Nerea shyly said “Just because children don’t tend to look at you doesn’t mean that you aren’t handsome. It’s… what, one fact among many? I’ve seen gorgeous people who were awful to children.”

Vasili looked at her with interest before smiling “You have a point. You’ll fit well amongst us, Nerea.”

Christmas finally came around the corner, and Nerea had packed everything when she decided to look outside the window… to find it all covered in snow, even some cars! She turned on the news as the weather guy kept talking about how it’d be snowing like this throughout most of the winter, making it impossible to get out of the country. Her phone ringed, and of course, her flight had cancelled due to said weather. Sighing, she sat down and put her head in her palms, letting out a grunt of frustration.

Just then, Vasili called her. He rarely called, preferring text over call. She picked up, intrigued “Hello?”

“Nerea! I suppose you’re on the plane back to New York?”

“Nope. My flight got cancelled due to the weather, and I have nothing but yoghurt and ramen on the fridge. Why do you ask?”

He cleared his throat “Well, I was on the way home when the snow trapped my car, and your house is just above it. Perhaps I could… crash in there? Until they clear out the road, that is.”

She flushed. For months now, she had developed a complicated crush with Vasili, and the idea made her flustered “O-Of course! I’ll open the door for you. It’s—,”

“Portal 26, second floor, door 3B. I remember, Nerea.”

She smiled “Good. See you then. Hope you like cheap ramen.”

She hung up, looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and spraying the special ‘Amor Amor’ perfume by Cacharel and putting on some lip oil before going to the kitchen, pretending to be preparing dinner.

The door closed behind her, and a snow-covered Vasili stepped into her view, his glasses foggy and covered in specks of snow, as well as his coat and boots. She beamed for a minute before giving him her usual friendly smile “Please, take off your shoes and coat! The heater is right there,” she pointed “and the guest room is next by mine. It’s not a palace, but it’s comfy. Can you tell me if there’s warm bedsheets there?”

Vasili obeyed the host, leaving the damp shoes by the door and hanging the coat and craned his head to the small but cozy guest room. He called out “All clear! Thank you, Nerea. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“You’re my friend. I’m happy to help. Please, sit.”

It was then when she took off her eyes from his face and noticed the large bag. She raised her eyebrows “What is that?”

“Ah, well, Marguerite had asked for Thai takeout, but I suppose that is no longer an option…”

She smiled “I love Thai. Here, let me plate it.”

“May I help?”

“Sure! Cutlery is in there.”

They both plated the Thai food and went to her desk, which was a gateway to the kitchen, and chatted animatedly about what they had been looking forward these holidays. Soon, they exchanged holiday-themed childhood stories “…Poor Nina. Swallowing snow sounds unhygienic.”

Nerea laughed “Curiosity killed the cat indeed. Despite my warnings, she didn’t listen, and we had to hospitalize her. Ever since, she listened to me more often. Well, as often as an eleven-year-old could.

They chuckled “Your sister sounds like quite the character. You must miss her.”

A pang of sadness washed over her “Very much. I’m bummed I can’t see her now. It’s… my first Christmas outside the US.”

Compassion could be read all over Vasili’s face “I can’t imagine how hard that must be. Is there any way I may be able to make it amenable while I’m here?”

She shrugged “It’ll be weird, to not cook an entire feast for the family. We always spent time with my father, sister and the Ginovesis. I’d make my special dish of huevos rotos, followed by migas and my stellar homemade turrón. I do have the ingredients here, but not an audience.”

Vasili gave her an amused look “What am I, Nerea, chopped liver? I’d be happy to be your audience.”

She shook her head “I can’t ask you that.”

“You’re not. I’m offering.”

She smiled widely “All right. But you’re helping, mister! Number one rule of the Rose Christmas; you want to eat; you have to earn it!”

He teasingly made a military salute “Aye aye, Captain!”

For two hours, they cooked, an intimate synchrony between them that neither could explain as the food was made, a certain unaddressed intimacy between stolen glances, the occasional hand brush, and how each looked at the other’s body. Especially the lips.

At last, the food was made, and they dug in, and Vasili seemed to hold back a moan of delight when he tried the huevos rotos. “Mm. The richness of the egg, the meat and the softness of the egg yolk is simply divine, and the spices really give it a kick. You truly are a talent at everything you do.”

She blushed “Thank you. I was nervous that it wouldn’t be to your tastes…”

He chuckled “I may be a royal, but I am capable of appreciating the simple things in life. And this is too delicious to ignore because the ‘commoners’ eat it as well.”

Nerea smirked “It has been a while since we’ve considered royalty some sort of demigods.”

“Thankfully so.”

They clinked their glasses, Riojan wine sparkling red “To family.”

“And those close to your heart.”

Smiling wide, they drank and kept talking and exchanging tales “You’re telling me that Patryk dared Kaspar to put on the prime minister’s underwear and streak across the building in it? No offence, but gross.”

“Not as gross as mudpies. That poor guy.”

“Hey! In my defense, he cheated on me!”

Vasili looked at her intensely “A crime indeed. Such a shame that beauties like yourself don’t get appreciated. If you were mine—,” His eyes shoot wide, and he cleared his throat “Apologies. It seems like the wine made me overstep.”

Nerea must’ve been affected by the wine, for she surprised herself when she blurted out “If I were yours, what would you do?”

He took her hands in his, an intense look on his face making her gasp “I’d worship you day and night. I’d give you the world. Every other woman would cease to exist.”

“Vasili, that is—,”

The strong wind slamming open the window interrupted the moment. Bolting up, the both rushed towards the window, where both forced it closed and panted, the effort being visible, as well as the tension of the moment.

“Whew! I need another glass after that.”

“I’ve had enough alcohol. I could use the turrón, though.”

She let out a breath “Coming right up.”

The morning after, Nerea had overslept due to the many glasses she ended up drinking. She remembers Vasili taking her to her bed, taking off her make-up and pulling the covers so she wouldn’t be cold.

She woke up and, remembering she had a guest, quickly brushed her hair with her fingers and checked her breath. Smelled like wine, of course. Taking a mentos from her drawer, she looked for something cute yet discreet. Ignoring her headache, she lifted her head and tried to have a pleasant smile on her face.

Coming out of her bedroom, the sight before her gave her heart flutters: Vasili had his shirt half-open, his hair was messy, and he was making breakfast. It smelled delicious. He seemed to notice her presence and smiled widely “Nerea! Please, do sit. I’ve made the liberty to make, ah… what do you call it? Pankays?”

Nerea chuckled “Pancakes, and it smells divine.”

He gave her a wry smile “I’ve decided to give it a Drakovian twist. It’s not as good as yours, but I believe it is how it’s done.”

He gave her the plate, and their hands brushed again. He cleared his throat “Look, about last night, I didn’t want to overstep, but… I like you, Nerea. Very much. You draw my eye like no other, and of course, you don’t have to return my feelings, but—,”

“I do return them,” she interrupted.

His gaze lifted, what it seemed like hope “Truly?”

Armoring herself with valor, she struts towards him and gave him a small peck. For a moment, he was surprised, and next thing she knew, he was kissing her passionately, a throaty moan escaping him. Next, her hands were on his hair and shirt, completely forgetting about breakfast. She chuckled “I probably reek of alcohol.”

“I rather like the taste of cherries and wine. A very sophisticated mix,”

He lifted her up with surprising strength, and she chuckled as he kissed her neck, gently dropping her to her bed. He looked at her like he was a hungry man and she was his last meal on earth. Taking off his shirt, he climbed towards her and whispered “Do you want this?”

She nodded frantically “Yes,” her voice was hoarse with desire.

He smiled devilishly “It is a good thing we haven’t eaten yet. What am I about to do is not fit for a full stomach.”

Their lips locked again, and as the sun came up, only them and their rampant tension seemed to exist for a few hours.

As in that day, Nerea didn’t feel so alone in Drakovia.

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chunibyo-x-sorcerer · 11 months ago

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As a sorcerer, it is a curse yet as a blessing, that's what I am. For I am Daichi Pheon-X, a sorcerer who fights evil spirits with the flames of the Dark Pheonix within me. And Oh, this is my trusted partner, Eito! Nice to make your acquaintance!

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stories-that-feed-our-souls · 3 years ago

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乔家的儿女 The Bond | Review

The last couple of years I totally changed my taste for dramas. Maybe because what's happening to the world right now, but I switched from loving slice of life dramas to only consuming wuxia and xianxia and all those kind of fantasy chinese stories, becoming completely unable to truly enjoy some more realistic stories, specially from China. But in the last couple of months, there's been a few production that really were able to catch my attention, one being "Crush", wich I already talked in another post, other being "The day of becoming you" even though I don't know if it fit in the "realistic" genre, but neither of them has amazed me more that the story of the Qiao family.

《乔家的儿女》 (lit. The children of the Qiao family) it's a 36 episodes chinese drama from 2021 based on the novel of the same name by Wei Xi (未夕). It follows the life of the Qiao family, from 1977 to 2006, when the eldest brother, Yicheng, being only a 11 years old, had to take the responsability of raising his younger sibling after their mother's death and the negligence of their father, who only cares about himself.

This review might contain some minor spoilers

Story

There's a few thing I want to talk about. For some people this kind of stories may be slow or "boring", but let me tell you there's nothing to worry about in that aspect. We get catch at the very beginning by this family's dynamic: a family where the mom has just died for giving birth to their 5th son, where the father thinks their children can fend for themselves, and the 4 children (and one newborn) that sometimes don't have too much to eat.

How can we not get attached or at least get concerned by these kids wellbeing? Seeing how an eleven years old boy had to raise his sibling, having to confront in multiple times his father to give them money to survive, and how later having to become their father figure, even when they were already all adults, make me really anxious but at the end of the day very pround of Yicheng.

The characters are very well wrtitten. The sibling have very distinct personalities: Yicheng the protector one, Erqian the sensitive one, Sanli the down to earth one, Simei the free spirit and Qiqi the shy one. The writters take those traids and they keep their characters loyals to them, but that doesn't mean there is no character development, quite the opposite, every one of them chages a lot during those 30 years, but in a way that's believable. The develompment is according to their expiriences, their traumas and archivements. Their development doesn't feel like is for the convenience of the plot.

They also provided us with down to earth relationships. In the real world, for most mortals, you don't meet your partners in an accident, or when meeting your childhood rival or any of those cliché scenes that are overly use in dramaland. Your partners end up being your classmate, your coworkers or the friend of your friend, and you built a relationship before falling over heels for that person and, even so, those relationships can fail. Mariage is not the end of the road. Different goals in life, family's relationship, affairs, and the memories of past lovers can ruin those relationships and this dramas show you that that is okay, and that you can heal, forgive and keep going on with your life.

Acting

What can I say? the cast was perfect. You really belive every line the actors and actress say... and sometimes they don't need to say nothing at all to get their emotions. Even the kids outshine some actors out there.

But for me, who undeniable shine is Song Zu'er, our little Qiao Simei. This girl truly expressed every single emotions. There is an scene in episode 29 you can pinpoit the second her hearts breaks in half yes I'm quoting Bart Simpson but it defenitly applies for that scene.

OST

The instrumentals for this production is on the softess side. The tracks never distract you from what happening in the scene and that is because all the emotions are well displayed by the actors, the music doesn't need to be on the spotlight.

Now, on the other hand, the songs. I was a little bit sceptical about the songs, in part 'cause it wasn't a genre I was used to, they needed to work for a story that covers 3 decades, but a few episodes in and I was in love with some of them, specially Wild Bird 《野鸟》 by A RUN 金润吉 and Blank 《留白》 by Juno Su 苏诗丁. It really hurts me that the last one is not on spotify because IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

Technical aspects

Can we appreciate attention to detail the production team put in this drama? Like I said, this story covers 30 years of the Qiao family and of course places like the main room in the Qiao house change... but it happens so gradually that you don't even notice at least is a very obvious change that the characters bring on, like buying a new TV or a new refrigerator, otherwise you are completly oblivious until the change in the room is too big to go unnoticed. Or the meals, you can see how their meals start to get better as the sibling start to work.

Is facinating to see the change in the city, the offices and the tecnology, specially the phones, how many memories were triggered by those ringtones!

Also, the color grade was so warm, giving us that nostalgic feeling that the whole production tries to make us feel, archiving it beautifuly.

Final thoughts

乔家的儿女 The Bond is a very realistic story with a very nostalgic feeling about the bond some sibling built over the years out of neccesity, but also out of love. We can see how they overcome difficulties with time and efforts, and how love and life is not always rosy, but is also not as bad as one tend to believe. We can heal and go on with our life no matter what.

Rating: 10/10

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wynnakang · 4 years ago

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INTO THE SHADOWS WIP DEMO 2.1 (UPDATE 14/03) - HOME SWEET HOME

Current wordcount: 56k

Average wordcount per playthrough: 24k

Play it here: https://dashingdon.com/play/wynnak/into-the-shadows-/mygame/

You didn’t give us a release date! I was going to publish it on 19th March, but it was ready ahead of schedule, and my birthday is nigh, so I decided this update can be an early gift to myself. 😌

New to this update:

Chapter Two is complete, with two major routes now available to play

Time to visit the Argent House! If you so choose to, of course.

Catching up with old friends...and some new ones

Minor bugs fixes and typos. Always so many typos.

Words of sage wisdom:

I will suggest playing from a save file before Chapter 2, since I made a lot of changes to it and that might kill old saves.

Please forgive any typos--my editors did a wonderful job, but typos are like a damn hydra because they increase by two every time I kill one.

If I may rant, March has been crazy. I’ve been working overtime and had to work on Saturday to deliver a campaign on time, so I’m happy I manage to get a sizeable update out.

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yesttoheaven · 4 years ago

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I SEE YOU – chapter III

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.6k

warnings – just fluff and a little bit of angst

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

Y/L/N – your last name

🔴 chapter one. chapter two. chapter three.

The actress looked around, enjoying the apartment where Arthur lived with his mother. The place was small, very different from what she was used to, but this simplicity was nostalgic and reminded her of her childhood; when everything seemed simple, despite the difficulties.

Unfortunately Arthur was still at work, but Penny assured her that he would be back soon and added that Y/N could wait for him. At first Brian didn't approve of this idea, considering that the actress was going to an important dinner tonight, but he should know that it’s impossible to say no to her puppy eyes. Now Brian is probably driving to Misty's house, ready to take her to Y/N's apartment, exactly as they agreed the day before. The only difference would be the absence of the actress, but this would be justified with: "She's at Angelina's." Although the plan was apparently perfect, leaving her alone with practically unknown people was worrisome. Y/N's safety was his responsibility. If something happened to her, Brian would never forgive himself, but she stated with all the letters that she would stay inside the apartment, waiting for him with Arthur and Penny. And they were not bad people.

Y/N didn't like to involve Brian in this web of lies, but Misty knew how to be stifling when she wanted to. Visiting Arthur was not illegal, but she didn't see it that way. In her conception, to be friends with Y/N Y/N/L you need to have a bank account with many zeros after the comma.

Placing her manager at the bottom of her thoughts, Y/N's eyes fell on the small table next to the couch she was on. A few magazines were spread out and a shy smile crossed her lips. She would probably never get used to it.

Noticing the young woman's interest in magazines, Penny said:

"This actress is so graceful."

"You think? I hear only bad things about her." Y/N replied, taking one of the magazines and placing it next to her face, reproducing the cover.

When the realization reached Arthur's mother, she looked at Y/N with wide eyes, thinking it was a mirage caused by the effects of the medicines she used daily. When she opened the door and found the woman on the other side, Penny didn't imagine that Y/N was Y/N Y/L/N, the same woman who is in all these magazines.

"That was my first cover... six years have passed and I'm still nervous on camera." The actress smiled, leaving the magazine with the other copies.

"You need to excuse me, I'm too old for that... I watch your movies with my son and I was unable to recognize you."

"It's all right, these photos are usually a little bit manipulated. Maybe that's why you didn't recognize me."

The conversation continued pleasantly between them. Penny Fleck didn't feel like she was talking to one of Gotham's biggest actresses; Y/N seemed to be just a nice neighbor, the one who always shows up for a visit at the end of the day. They only knew each other for a few minutes, but it didn't matter, Penny was comfortable, sharing with her a little bit of his life with Arthur, or Happy as she used to call her son. The actress considered this point intriguing, because when she met Arthur, sadness was the only thing that existed on his face like a second skin, but maybe she was just impressed.

...

Every day was exactly the same for Arthur. He went to work, spent the day spinning his sign in front of a store or visited sick children in hospitals – this was his favorite; Carnival loved to bring joy to them. The time to return home represented some relief for the clown. This meant that his co-workers would have to wait for the next day to continue making fun of him. Arthur would always be a joke for everyone.

Tired for another exhausting day at work – or just being who he is – all Arthur wanted at that moment was to relax by smoking a cigarette. Dragging himself out of the elevator, he made his way to his old apartment and took the keys out of his pocket to open the door. He warned that he was back, but his mother did not respond. Arthur suspected she was asleep, but as soon as he put his feet in the living room, his body froze.

The likelihood of them seeing each other again was one in a million, but here she was, surprising him once again. There was no plausible explanation for what he was feeling at the moment. Accelerated heart. Sweaty palms. And the most sincere smile of his entire life. Arthur was genuinely happy. Seeing the actress again was enough to erase all his problems. Y/N was like a breath of fresh air to his lungs. There was something about her, something that you notice from a long distance, but that Arthur can't put into words.

"Happy, your friend was waiting for you." Penny broke the silence, bringing them to reality again.

With a smile, Y/N stood up, running her hands over the dress she wore. She approached the man and greeted him in her soft voice:

"Hi, Arthur. How've you been?" Surprised by her own courage, she touched his shoulder and left a kiss on his cheek.

Arthur felt his cheeks turn into two tomatoes and he automatically looked at the ground, hiding a shy smile in the corner of his lips. But knowing that she was waiting for an answer, he took a deep breath, looking at her again and saying:

"Hey, I'm... I'm good. How about you?"

"I couldn’t be better. I hope I'm not bothering you, your mom said I could stay to wait for you."

"Don't say that, you never bother, dear! Now I'm going to leave you two alone so you can talk." The woman tried to get up and Arthur quickly moved to stand beside her, helping Penny back to the bedroom.

It was easy to see how much he loves his mother.

A few minutes later, Arthur was back in the living room, looking a little nervous about the situation. It was possible to state that the actress felt the same way, remembering the reason that brought her to the other side of the city. She didn't want to say anything in front of Penny, but now she could and the words were stuck in her throat.

"I don't know where to start... I'm so sorry for the way you were treated. They couldn't have done that to you, Arthur."

"How d-did you know?"

"Brian talked to the receptionist..." She said, biting her lower lip in an attempt to control herself, but that was not enough. "I'm so mad at Susan! Who does she think she is to treat you that way?"

"Don't be m-mad at her because of me... It's okay, I'm used to it." Arthur replied, trying to reassure the actress. The last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for erasing her smile, but his words made Y/N even more concerned.

"What are you saying?"

"My life is... different from yours." He murmured, shaking his shoulders as if it didn't matter, but the sad expression on his face showed just the opposite. "I d-don't want to bother you with my stupid problems. This is not worth your time."

"But I have all the time in the world to hear you. Please tell me..." Y/N insisted, still trying to understand what he meant by 'I'm used to it'.

Susan had compared Arthur to a criminal; someone dangerous. She judged him by his appearance. His actions. His somewhat confused way of speaking. No. This is not normal. This is not something that Arthur should just 'get used to'.

"C-Can I get you something to drink?" He asked, shifting the focus of the conversation in the blink of an eye. Just a few more words and he could feel the laughter in the back of his throat, begging to leave. And that was not what he wanted.

"But..." The actress tried again, but acknowledged it was time to stop. She showed one of her beautiful smiles and that was enough to warm the man's heart. "Water, please."

Following Arthur into the kitchen, she stood by the door, watching him. Arthur was not a bad person – and he wasn't a criminal either, as Susan thought. Y/N just wanted to have the opportunity to get to know him better. It was as if the man still has his face paint on; as if he were still Carnival and she desperately wanted to meet the man hiding behind the paint, but Y/N understood that invading his space was not the best way to achieve this.

"Oh, thanks!" She thanked him, holding the cup and drinking, as they walked back to the living room. Pointing to the magazines, she fired: "These magazines are old... Are you a collector or something?"

"Not exactly... It was a few months ago, this guy was throwing the magazines in the trash because nobody wanted to buy, but he sold it to me for half the price..." Arthur's eyes widened when he realized what he had said. He scratched the back of his neck, completely embarrassed, but the actress just started laughing.

"It's okay, Arthur. I like your sincerity." She added, finding the situation funny. "But tell me, what is your favorite?"

The man pointed to the third magazine without thinking twice. Unlike the others, this cover was focused only on Y/N's angelic face. She was holding a white rose; the petals of the flower touching her lips painted in bright red.

"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life." He thought aloud, making her blush with his sincere words.

Y/N was constantly praised. Men and women. Different ages. Nationalities. Some were adorable, others completely depraved, but no one was able to make her feel what she was feeling right now.

Arthur was surprised at himself. This trust was not constant in his life, but close to her, it was as if he wanted to try. It was easy, because he was just telling the truth. Her smile was beautiful.

"So... what is this?" After a few minutes of silence, she asked, pointing again at the small table in the center of the living room.

"Oh, this is my journal!" The man picked up his journal and sat down next to her on the couch. "My therapist forced me to have one. I write my thoughts, some new jokes and other things..."

"I love jokes, but I need to confess that clowns are not my point."

"Don't you like clowns?" Arthur was not angry with her, in fact he thought it was funny. "How is this possible?"

"Don't judge me! It's nothing personal... I don't hate them completely, i just get a little nervous." Y/N started to laugh, being accompanied by him. When the laughter stopped, she said: "Now the million dollar question... What did you think of 'Midnight Seduction'? But you need to promise me that you will be honest with your criticism, right?"

The man shook his head in agreement.

"So I can start by saying that the ending was not as I expected, she died..." Arthur knew it was just a fictional death, but Y/N's flawless performance took that scene to another level. He was paralyzed by her talent. Y/N was definitely born to shine. Her filmography was rich.

"My Diana..." The actress spoke fondly about the character, remembering the day she read the script for the first time. Nobody was expecting this. "I like to imagine that she had a second chance. No prostitution. No drugs. Without HIV. And with someone by your side to love."

"This is a good ending, I like it... Rosalind was the only person who cared about her."

"Oh, did you notice?" Y/N asked, leaving the glass of water on the table. "I mentioned this in an interview, but the next day everyone was distorting my words!"

"It's just... love. What's wrong with that?"

"Unfortunately some people will never understand what love is."

Looking at Y/N and Arthur, it was possible to see that they were opposite poles. Their lives were completely different, but it was intriguing how they always found a connection. Time passed quickly, but they were still involved in a long conversation. Y/N loved to hear the man tell about his work as a clown – obviously he didn't mention the bad side. The actress told about NGOs, some trips around the globe and the preparation to play her characters. Each character was a new challenge and Arthur found it fascinating that she lived several lives in just one.

When the conversation followed a delicate path, Y/N considered changing this path, but she gave up and stood up, walking around the living room with a nostalgic smile growing on her lips. Arthur watched a few interviews, but hearing the actress speak directly to him about her childhood in Narrows was different. She lived in a simple house with her mother and brother. The situation was not easy, they did not have much money. Today her mother and brother are living in France, enjoying a wonderful life because of Y/N and her promising career. She missed them. She talked to them on the phone every day, but that was her best decision. Gotham has become a hostile, completely violent city, but it was in the middle of this violent city that her life changed...

"I was working at a restaurant in the downtown when Misty saw me in that hideous uniform..." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "She said I was too pretty to clean shitty toilets, but cleaning shitty toilets was what puts money on the table at the end of the month... So she said she had an indecent proposal for me. I figured she would offer me a job at a nightclub... I probably would have accepted it. I was desperate to help my family, but she asked if i would like to be famous... A simple answer, "yes" and see how I look six years later. That horrible uniform became the most expensive designer dresses in the world, my mom has a beautiful house and everything she deserves, my little brother is having all the support for his studies and that girl with dreams turned into a famous actress, but..."

Unhappy.

Y/N completed in her mind, she was not strong enough to say that. She was also not ungrateful. Misty turned the girl's life into a fairy tale, but at the same time it took her life. In six years, she never had a break. Her manager was always bringing her a new job. The actress knew this was important for her career, but she didn't have time for anything other than work. She didn't have time to visit her own family. She was stuck.

Arthur heard someone knock on the door, but he kept his eyes on Y/N. The woman was in absolute silence and close to tears. Her smile was gone. She was suffering in front of him and he didn't know what to do to get this pain out of her.

"You should check this out." She murmured and at first he didn't react, but when the person knocked on the door again, Arthur stood up.

The actress took advantage of the moment to compose herself, trying to normalize her breathing, but when she heard that voice, her body just froze. The next minute the redhead appeared in the living room holding her Prada bag and looking at everything with an expression of disgust, but when she saw Y/N, she said:

"Mon cher, why didn't you tell me you wanted to visit your new friend? You know you don't have to lie to me."

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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡

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bts-imagine28 · 5 years ago

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hi! ok! here we go again! -- this is my first-ever request so if i'm leaving out any request etiquette, please forgive me. i would love it so much if you felt inspired to write something with a bts poly au... and some kind of beautiful and slightly magical garden!

It Started With a Rose Bush

Poly BTS x non specified gender

But I think it might lean more towards female reader I’m sorry!

Summary: The reader appreciates a rose bush and from there it goes.. up hill

A/N: Ahhh my first request!!!!! Thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you like it too💜 I’m sorry it probably not what you were expecting!💜

Please excuse any typos or grammar errors🙈 also I’m and at summaries🤪

Word count: 1024

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*You were in this amazing relationship with the 7 people you loved the most

* every single day they did what they could to see you smile and you did the same to them

* One time Hoseok brought you a flower of a different color home every single day for a year straight after he heard you telling namjoon about your love for flowers

* Literally the only thing you said was “namjoon look at this!!!” And then proceeded to point to a vibrant rose bush

* And now BAM flowers

* But the flowers hoseok brought you weren’t only a new color every day, they were very smelly

* But in a good way!

* And Jimin and taehyung LOVED their smell

* They would put them all in a vase and spread them around the house

* Yoongi would pretend to groan about how he hated seeing them everywhere...so the maknaes and you put them ALL over his room

* Of course it was jungkook’s idea but none of you told him no

* Like it was completely covered

* And of course yoongi just laid down on them and slept

* Which then made jin take a bunch of pictures of him

* The maknaes dragged you toward the flower pile with yoongi and cuddled you

* Jin hoseok and namjoon got a BUNCH of pictures of the five of you

* After that they did join the cuddle puddle

* Yoongi groaned about being too hot but then pulled you closer to him anyway

* It now turned into a flower cuddle room

* Yoongi was pretty happy about it because now he always had at least one person to cuddle at almost any time

* Sadly the flowers did end up dying and you had to get rid of the flower cuddle room

* Everyone missed the cuddle room

* Especially jungkook

* Jungkook then came up with an idea

* He wanted to start his own garden to surprise you

* He left early one morning which scared you and the others half to death

* But he came back with a bunch of seeds and a bunny smile so no one could really be mad at him

* But Jin did still yell at him about not leaving without him or the others knowing and then latched himself onto jungkook

* Taehyng had grabbed the seeds and put them by the back door, and so Jin didn’t crush them along with jungkook in the hug

* Jungkook ran to you so that he could escape Jin

* And no one can resist jungkook so you hugged him and brought him to the couch to cuddle

* Jimin ran over and hugged you from behind while jungkook laid in your lap

* Hoseok got a TON of pictures

* So you all ate a breakfast that Jin and yoongi prepared

* It was really only pancakes but they did add chocolate chips to them so they earned your approval

* Taehyng and jungkook were the first ones done and dragged you and Jimin with them to the back door

* Jungkook picked up the seeds and ran towards the gazebo you had

* Yoongi brought out paper and colored pencils to help plan out what you wanted your new garden to look like

* Jungkook drew out what everyone said they liked

* Soon you all got started planting the seeds

* After a long day you all went in and showered

* You all cuddled up in yoongi’s room

* You were in the middle of namjoon and Jimin

* Jin was on one end wrapped around jungkook, so he won’t leave early in the morning again

* Yoongi was behind Jimin with taehyung spooning him

* Hoseok finished cleaning up last so he just plopped himself right on top of you

* You all slept soundly cuddled together

* The next morning when you all woke up, you woke up to a full on garden

* Everyone was shocked but how beautiful it was and how fast it had bloomed

* Jungkook has an “I told you it was a good thing I got them” look

* Jin had a “not a good thing you got them at 3 in the morning” look

* You all ran out back and loved how it smelled

* There were butterflies and bright colored birds fluttering about

* Hoseok came up behind you to back hug you

* You both were admiring a view

* However, while you were admiring the garden, he admired you

* “So beautiful,” he whispered in your ear

* You quickly agreed

* And he kissed your cheek

* Namjoon was listening to your interaction and came up to tell you that hoseok meant you not the garden

* Both you and namjoon blushed a deep red like the roses at his bluntness

* Jungkook and taehyng started running about in the garden

* Jimin and Jin soon joined them

* Yoongi came over to you and grabbed you and Hoseok to follow him

* He dragged you towards a flower bed

* He laid down and you and Hoseok laid down with him, one on each side

* You all fell asleep together and then woke up to a soft almost tickling sensation

* You all realized it was the flowers gently swaying in a soft manner

* You giggled and grabbed them to start dancing in the flowers

* Soon all of your boys noticed and came over to dance with you

* The birds were chirping in a harmonious way

* Later that day you all calmed down and started making flower crowns to put on eachother

* They all made you one and put it on your head

* It was really cute and soft on your head

* For the rest of that summer you would sleep outside in the soft flowers

* Some of the flowers had a soft glow to them so it wasn’t completely dark

* You didn’t have to put on any other lights, because they would be too bright

* But the flowers were just right

* The flowers were surprisingly warm but not overbearing

* Even if you did get a chill, your boys were there to warm you

* And luckily even when winter did hit, it didn’t kill the flowers

* They just turned a cooler color

* Once summer hit, they did go back to their warm bright color

* Now every summer you all like into your garden to sleep

#ot7 x reader #poly bts #polybts #bts #request #devotedlywriting #💜#bts imagines #bts fantasy au #bts fluff #flowers

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sgtduckybucky · 5 years ago

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hellos and goodbyes

Genre: Hurt/comfort, romance, angst.

Warning(s): no warnings.

Words: 1426

A/N: I watched his dark materials because i love james mcavoy and decided I should write something. please note that I’ve tweaked a few things. idk if women could work as librarians at oxford during that time era but screw sexism lmao. also, idk how old asriel is supposed to be exactly but i’m imagining him to be around 37-47 years old.

lastly, forgive me for any typos and grammar error it’s almost two am.

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A slimy creature slithers its way up your leg, moving upwards until it’s finally resting on your shoulder. Its head is brought closely to your ear as it hissed, “He’s here.”

Not stopping from putting the books in the correct order, you commented, “Oh, is he.” with one plucked eyebrow raised upwards.

The snake darted its tongue out, its smooth texture tickling your ear lobe and leaving a wet spot on it. You smiled gently at the feeling as your daemon hissed a witty comment before disappearing somewhere underneath your clothes.

As the footsteps grew louder, you finally looked up from the books in your hand and glanced to where Lord Asriel was making his way towards his room.

“Y/N.” He gasped in surprise of your appearance in his study room before clearing his throat and quickly calling you by your surname.

“Welcome back, Lord Asriel.” You greeted with a playful smile on red coated lips.

Lord Asriel rolled his eyes, “I told you to call me Asriel.”

“Can’t really,” You turned to face the bookshelf to finish your task of arranging the books that Lord Asriel had requested for, “I’m still working and I’d very much like to keep my job.” And once you’ve finished putting the books away, you turned to fully face Lord Asriel, “How was your trip?”

“It was fine.” Asriel murmured as he shrugged off his coat, “Long but fine.”

You nodded politely and began to make your way out of the study room to head back to the library. But as you made your way out, Asriel’s hand darted out and gently took hold of your arm as you passed by him, “Meet me tonight?” His voice dropped a few octaves as he whispered his question.

“Usual time and place?”

At his subtle nod, you smiled shyly and walked way.

It was around ten at night when you knocked on the heavy wooden door. Two knocks for when you were visiting Asriel with a member of the university and three knocks when you were visiting him on your own. And one knock is for when you cannot visit but want to inform him that he could visit you in your bedchambers.

“Come in.” Asriel greeted softly.

As you stepped into the room, you were a bit thrown off to see Lyra deep asleep on the armchair.

“I was just about to take her to bed. I won’t be long.”

Nodding, you watched as Asriel carried his niece bridal style and walked up the stairs. As you waited for him, you took in the room you were in.

You’ve been in Asriel’s room many times but it always felt different when Asriel returns to the university. It felt...homey. As if there was life in it and not some abandoned room that some of the students would create ludacris stories about the room being haunted.

Just as you sat down on the armchair closest to the fireplace, did Asriel finally return.

“Drinks?” He asked as he poured a glass of white wine, glancing in your direction for your reply.

“No thank you.”

As you watched Asriel pour himself a drink and then make his way towards you, you’ve finally noticed his appearance. He looked haggard. The skin on his face was wrinkled, his light brown colored hair was slowly greying and the frown lines around his lips were more prominent. He has aged. Though beautifully, you can see how his life has taken its toll on him. But due to his circumstances, you understood why.

“So how long will you be staying this time? A weekend?” Although your tone of voice was light, your heart was heavy. When every Asriel visited Jordan College, it was always for short period of times and his visits seemed to be growing shorter. The longest he had stayed was ten days and the shortest was five.

Guilt flashed in those sky blue eyes of his that you were certain would’ve charmed many people back in his days of youth, “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

You tried very hard to not slump in your seat and frown at his answer but it was very difficult to do so. Instead, you nodded your head once, twice before getting up from the armchair and made your way to the large window that overlooked the gardens.

You’ve been working at the college for the past five years, right after you’ve graduated from an unknown and surely an unimpressive all girls college. But it was all that you could afford to attend to and with the way political views were changing, you were able to land a job at Jordan College.

You haven’t worked for too long at the college, yes, but you’ve easily attached yourself with the staff working here and with Lyra and Roger. Which, naturally, led you to meeting Asriel.

At first, he didn’t so much as glance at you. Too busy reporting back from his explorations and findings before being whisked away by Lyra. It wasn’t until one of his short visits to the college and when Lyra didn’t run up to him with twinkling eyes did Asriel took notice of you.

As it happened, that one visit when Lyra was eight, she was bedridden with a terrible case of the common cold. Asriel had rushed to his niece’s room, concern poorly masked as he watched you replace the wet cloth on her forehead.

“She’s going to be just fine.” You had stated, aware of the man standing rigidly just a few steps behind you. And true to your words, just two days later and Lyra was better than before. And ever since that day, a relationship had bloomed between you and Asriel.

You blinked the unshed tears as you sensed Asriel come stand behind you. You could see in the reflection on the window how he lifted his arms upwards to place his hands on your shoulders, only to freeze just shyly above them.

He sighed deeply through his nose in frustration before lowering his hands and bringing them to his sides, “Y/N.”

Not wanting to ruin the short couple of hours remaining between the both of you, you turned away from the window and faced Asriel with a gentle smile, “I’m fine.”

But Asriel didn’t believe your words nor your smile. For he then slowly lifted raised his hands upwards and cupped your cheeks.

Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes grew wider slightly at his action, “Asriel?” You breathed his name softly, eyes never looking away from his blue ones.

“You know how much I wish I could stay here and be with you and Lyra. To stay and never have to look behind my back every two seconds to make sure no one’s following me. To live a normal and safe life, but I can’t.” Asriel spoke quietly, his thumb caressing your cheeks.

You looked away from him. Fully understanding his situation and how he’s doing all those explorations for Lyra and her safety. You were angry at yourself for falling for a man whose not only almost a decade older than you but also lives a dangerous life and is always half way across the world. You also felt ashamed for being upset at him for only staying just for the night when you hadn’t the right. After all, you were neither his wife or girlfriend.

“Y/N,” Asriel called your name softly as he gently tilted your head upwards. Expecting him to tell you about how dangerous his life is and that he will make it up for both you and Lyra when his mission succeeded, you were surprised when Asriel began to lean in until he managed to close the gap between you.

A soft sound of surprise escaped through your lips as Asriel kissed you. Slow and savory yet shy and sweet. Slowly, your eyes began to droop before they were fully closed.

The kiss soon grew intense and passionate as Asriel tried to pour all of his emotions and frustrations into the kiss. How he wished he didn’t have to leave you and Lyra behind, how he wished he could at least take the both of you with him had it not been dangerous and how he wished he lived a normal life. But he doesn’t and he probably never will.

“I love you.” He muttered, warm breath fanning over your swollen spit covered lips.

“I love you too.” You replied breathlessly.

Asriel smiled at you before leaning in again to kiss your lips one more time.

#his dark materials #his dark materials imagine #lord asriel x reader #lord asriel imagine #lord asriel #james mcavoy

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12miraenie · 6 years ago

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Prompt 15 and 99 with Yixing? Kinda angst kinda fluff

A/N: Ahhh here’s a Yixing one for you! Sorry if there’s grammar errors or typos, I’ve been so busy today…Hope you enjoy it! 💕

You were hanging out with some friends when a message from an unknown number popped up on your home screen.

“It’s time for you to know the truth.”

You frowned but still clicked on the website link following the text.

You held your breath until the webpage loaded, but the moment a news article popped up you wished you hadn’t done that.

“EXO’S multitalented member Lay currently dating Actress Zhang Hera. ”

Your body froze under the shock, having no idea how to react. You shook your head and deemed the article fake. No, it can’t be. This must be some tabloid trying to get attention. He is not dating someone else.

Your shaky fingers moved to more trustworthy sites, and you wasted no time going to the celebrity section. You wished you hadn’t seen that many pictures of your boyfriend on the top of the website, alongside Zhang Hera, both looking disgustingly happy together. You slammed your phone on the table, scaring all of your friends.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You looked back at your best friend who had a concerning expression in her eyes. You plastered a smile on your face and tried to speak as calmly as possible, “Oh, umm. I just saw a scary ad, Sorry.”

You didn’t know if they bought your story, but they let the topic drop. Having no mood to shop and hang out anymore, you found an excuse and went home alone.

You dragged your tired body to your bedroom and instantly plopped down on your bed. Looking over to Yixing’s side, you sighed. How long has it been since he was home last time? You knew how hard it has been for him to fly between China and Korea for work, every time he reassures you that he’s fine, but from the airport pictures his fans took, he obviously didn’t look the part. Your sudden jealousy made you wonder, has he really been working all those times in China then? You knew Hera from one of Yixing’s old music video, she was cast as the main lead. You didn’t think twice about some of her interactions with Yixing back then, believing they are just good friends. But you are not so sure now.

You tried to call Yixing, but he didn’t pick up. Normally you would stop bothering him, what if he’s shooting a drama or working on his music? Scenes of him and Zhang Hera together flashed in your mind, you tried to dismiss that possibility.

In the end, you shot him a text.

“Where are you now?”

Disappointment and something close to clouded your head when you saw he read the message but didn’t reply. Is he for real now? You wrapped yourself in a warm blanket and fell asleep.

Something tickled you, interrupting your sleep. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned your head the other way, trying to avoid it. It stopped for a while but continued soon. You opened your eyes and stared at your boyfriend’s startled face. He soon broke into a smile.

“Y/N. My baby.”

He tried to snuggle into you when you leaned back and sat down, avoiding his touch. Yixing frowned, eyes swirling with confusion. Usually when he comes home, you would latch onto him in no time.

“What’s wrong-”

“Shouldn’t you be with her?” You asked coldly and refused to look at him.

Yixing’s even more confused, “Her? Who?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Right, like you don’t know what the hell is going on.”

You grabbed your phone from the bedstead and went online to search for one of his dating articles. You didn’t bother choosing one, simply because there were too many.

You threw your phone beside him, “Why don’t you explain this then?”

Yixing picked your phone up and squinted his eyes at it. His eyes widened in recognition, and he stuttered.

“Y/N, it’s…it’s not what it seems, I promise. I-”

“Even SM confirmed it. What more can you explain?” You stared at him, not hiding any of your pain and anger in your eyes. One of his hand reached out to grab yours, you pushed it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“No, listen to me!” Yixing said, stopping you from getting off the bed. “It’s all publicity!”

You gave him an unimpressed look. “Right. Publicity.”

“No, believe me! Hera and I are the main leads in this new movie I am in, besides she is about to make her debut here. So both of our companies believed some publicity would be good. I didn’t agree at first, but the company did it and you know I can’t do anything about it.”

Yixing saw that you were still not fully trusting his words when he continued. “I…How long have we been together? Please trust me. I fell in love with you, not her.”

All you could see was sincerity in his eyes, not a trace of deceit and lie. He held his breath, waiting for your response. There’s never been a time in your times together that Yixing had lied to you, and you genuinely knew that he is not a person like that.

You sighed, “I hate your management.”

Yixing’s shoulders slumped, “I am sorry that I can’t do anything to change it, baby. I love you. Please don’t leave me.”

He reached out to pull you in, this time you didn’t refuse. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. A stray tear left your eyes. “I missed you.”

Yixing muttered in the crook of your neck, “I missed you too, baby.”

You poked his chest and stared at him angrily, “My heart was going on a roller coaster today! All because of you! Ugh.”

You weren’t mad at him anymore, knowing that your boyfriend is telling the truth and that he loves you. Yixing gave you an adorable dimple smile and easily caught your hand. It was then proved that you cannot resist his charms.

“Forgive me, please. I didn’t want it to happen either. Come, let’s go out to eat.”

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ssweet-perceptionn · 6 years ago

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Instagram and VMAs 2018 - Camren

I am using my unknown tumblr account when I saw a page that says “Update: Lauren deleted pictures with Camila on IG” When I saw that, there’s a familiar pinch that I felt on my heart. Yes, I am fine but whenever I hear or saw something related to the girl who caused so much tears on me, it just breaks me everytime. I was about to distract myself by listening to a song when my mom suddenly knocked on my door.

“Karla, Ariana’s here go talk to her”. My mom said eagerly and I just nodded.

I saw Ari sitting on the couch with her phone, she’s making cute faces. I know she’s updating her fans on Snapchat. I walked to her and she still didn’t notice me until I grabbed her phone.

“Hey! Fck off!” She said with annoyance.

“You came here to my house just so you can do snapchat?” I asked her with my left eyebrow quirked.

“No, well yeah snapchat is always with me but I heard something with Lauren and I know that you need me.” She told me confidently.

“Wow, do I owe you now?” I asked her with a laugh.

“Bigtime Cabello” Ari said while claiming her phone.

While we’re at my room, Dinah and Normani joined us so we decided to order an extra-large pizza knowing that me and Dinah are pizza lovers.

“Mila, you know that she didn’t mean to do it right?” The thick blonde girl asked me.

“I don’t know what to believe Cheechee” I shook my head as I told her that.

“Come on Mila, we all know that she loves you and there might be a reason why she did that” The dark skinned gorgeous girl comforting me.

“Idk what else to say about Lauren because she’s pretty complicated” Ari added.

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It has been two days since Lauren deleted our photos on IG. Dinah told me that she will contact Lauren to know why she did that but I told her that there’s no need for that. Dinah is so determined so she still insisted. I’m all alone here in my room blasting the speakers with “God is a Woman”. I refused to take that song because I feel like it’s a perfect match with Ariana’s voice and it is a bop. I’m currently being drowned in my thoughts when I noticed my phone is ringing and saw Dinah’s caller ID. I immediately turned the volume down to take her call.

“Hey Walz! Chill” she said playfully.

“What? I haven’t said anything yet” I asked while I shook my head though she can’t see me.

“Lauren wants to talk to you and she will be there later, bye!” I didn’t get the chance to say anything at all and Dinah ended the call.

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My parents are having dinner plans with Roger and Sofi is with our grandparents. I am all alone tonight and I don’t have any idea if what Dinah said was true. I’m currently at the kitchen making myself a sandwich for dinner when I heard the doorbell rings. I immediately went to see who it is assuming it was the shipment that my parents are expecting but my eyes went wide when I saw the familiar waves and the piercing green eyes.

“Hi” She said smiling at me.

“Uh hey” I hesitantly said.

“Can I come in?” She broke the silence and I realized that we were staring at each other for the past 5 minutes so I motioned for her to come in.

“About the pictures Ca— “I cut her off.

“I get it Lauren; I know you wanted to get rid of me but I didn’t expect that you’ll delete most of our pictures” I let out my frustration.

“Look Camz, you don’t und- “I cut her off again.

“I do understand Lauren, I always do th- “This time, she cut me off

“Will you please shut the fuck up and let me speak?” She asked me with a sigh and I nodded.

“I don’t have any plans on deleting it, these hardcore shippers are leaving comments on our photos everyday. I can’t handle it Camz that’s why I decided to delete most of it because I hate myself not realizing what I’ve lost. I don’t take anything against our shippers but it’s me. It’s me who is always stubborn and denial. I’m sorry for all the pain that I’ve caused to you Camz, I really am. That’s why I’m here and I am glad Dinah talked to me about it and she told me to go after you.” She said with full of sincerity.

“Really? Are you serious?” I asked in confusion because this is overwhelming.

“Yes Camz, I’m serious. I made up my mind since I deleted those because I want us to start anew. Well, not all of it because there’s one photo of us that I left there and, I want to let you know that I still love you, I always will.” The green eyed orbs directed in my eyes with sincerity.

“What about you and Ty?” I asked concerning our career.

“We broke up a month ago. Also, that Matthew was cheating on you!” She furiously said.

“It’s PR Lo, I don’t care if he cheated because he doesn’t matter anyways and, I love you too.” I said meeting her eyes with mine.

“But your reputation Camz? The girl he was dating was so full of it. She’s acting innocent like she’s the only victim. Hell you don’t even have any idea that he was dating someone before this PR started” It is now evident in her eyes that she’s worried.

“I don’t care about what people thinks of me. All I care is my music, my family, my friends, my fans, those who believed in me and specially you.” I assured her. I saw Lauren eyes glisten when I said those words and I meant all of it.

“So, should I post a new camren pic?” Lauren asked with excitement.

“Calm down Jauregui, don’t spill the tea yet. I have to go to VMAs next week and as much as I want the world to know, let’s keep it low this time and I’ll be the one to tell other people.” I said with a bright smile.

Lauren hugged me and she decided to go to a restaurant. I am a little disappointed that she didn’t stay the night because she will have a meeting with her manager to discuss about her album. I am extremely excited for her because she received 2 awards as a solo artist and knowing the fact that she has not released a single yet makes it even more exciting.

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This week has been pretty tough because of the nonstop tour but I’m not complaining at all, I love what I do but it’s inevitable not to feel exhausted. Lauren and I are getting better. I don’t know what we are but we both love each other. I wish I can call her my girlfriend because what happened last week was so sudden. Now, I’m getting ready for VMAs and I thank the producers so much because I am not performing so I am one of the audience. I heard my phone rings and I saw the pic of a gorgeous girl so I immediately answered it.

“Hey Babe” the raspy voice said.

“Since when do you call me that?” I asked grinning.

“Well, you’re my girlfriend aren’t you?” She told me and I was caught off guard because I was thinking about that earlier and she answered my thoughts.

“Camz? Sorry, I should not rush things plea- “so I cut her off.

“Lauren babe, you can call me whatever you like. I just didn’t expect that my thoughts are answered immediately” I told her honestly.

“So, you’ve been thinking about me?” and by her tone of voice, it seems like she has a wide grin plastered on her face.

“I can’t get you out of my head Lauren, I guess I am so in love with you all these years” I flirted but meant it wholeheartedly.

“Stop Camz! You’re the one that I should make blushing not the other way around. It’s unfair!” She whined and it makes her cute.

“You will have the time soon babe, I gotta go now and I’ll call you after.” She wished me luck and I headed my way to the event.

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The VMAs ended and tonight was so incredible yet there was unexpected that happened. I thought Tiffany Haddish will say compliments about me but it does not satisfy me at all. Yes, I was nominated 5 times and won 2 awards but what she did was inappropriate and I don’t like it at all so I just shook my head with a fake smile. Later on when Nicki defended the girls, Tiffany was speechless and the crowd was crazy. I don’t have time for any beef at all because me and my girls are still in good terms. I’m here in my room right now checking some photos that I took from the show and HOLY CRAP!! Madonna presented the award to me and I just can’t stop myself for fangirling. I am done posting stuffs on my social media when I heard a knock on my door. I got up from bed and opened and I saw Lauren grinning widely and hugged me.

“Hey babe, I missed you” The hoarseness of her voice is evident.

“I missed you too. It’s late why are you here?” I asked concerning her.

“Can’t I congratulate my girlfriend personally? Can’t I visit my girlfriend late at night? Can’t I love you as much as I want?” with her words, I can feel the heat on my cheeks and now she’s grinning so wide knowing that it is obvious that I’m blushing.

“We’re even now Lauren.” I said while I cover my cheeks with my both hands.

“I know, you got me earlier so it’s my turn. And don’t hide your red cheeks, it’s cute” she said while laughing.

“Stop, I’m worried about us. What if people can’t accept us? What if they judge us? What about our career? What if I messed everything up?” I am so distressed and asked her.

“Ssshh baby, don’t think of those things. You know they already love us right? Put your worries aside. We won’t know if we won’t try. I know I am mostly the reason why you’re anxious because I was so scared before but let me catch you Camz. I’ll always catch you and you always have me. I love you so much” Lauren leaned in and now her soft lips met mine. It was a slow kiss with gentleness and all I can feel is love. I pulled back from the kiss to give our lungs air.

“Thanks Lauren, you know I love you more. I hope everything will work out” She hugged me and Lauren suddenly grabbed my phone and took a picture with me, her arms on my shoulder and she placed a kiss on my cheek. She took 3 minutes with my phone and when I got it, I saw my account on IG, Lauren posted our pic using my account and tagged herself with the caption: “She’s only mine. It’s real – L xoxo”.

--OMG please forgive me guys. I didn’t proofread so I apologize if there’s any error with my grammar or any typos. I'm so bored rn so bear with me. Let me know your thoughts!!! Lol or not.

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Destiel as high school teachers -AU

“Good morning class! Today we’re going to…” Castiel’s, or here Professor Novak’s, speech was interrupted by Kevin Tran, a dark-haired boy, who was just explaining his date night plans to Charlie Bradbury a little too loudly. “Mr. Tran, please, may I ask you to tell your weekend plans to Ms. Bradbury’s later today? Thank you. Where was I? Ah, yes. Today we’re going to continue with the group projects about American independence. I’m sure that most of the groups are at the point, from where you can continue your work mostly on your own. Is that right?”

The classroom was filled with “Yes!“s and "Right, professor Novak!“s while the most eager students had already started to chat with their partners about the ongoing project and division of tasks. After a few moments, when no one didn’t seem to disagree, Castiel clapped his hands together: “Well, it seems that every group has got a good start with their projects! I expect that by the end of the today’s session every group will have their projects almost finished. We will finish them properly next week. Now, however, if any group needs any advice or requires my assistance, you can ask me for help. Any questions? No? You can start now.”

The students headed to work, and Castiel started to go around the classroom asking questions and making suggestions such as “Maybe you could add more information here? Otherwise, that’s perfect Ms. Harvelle” or “And where is Ms. Masters again? This is her third flu within two weeks if I remember correctly”. Students seemed to settle into their work pretty easily, which Castiel didn’t find strange at all. This was, after all, one of his favorite groups to teach, full of very intelligent young individuals.

Castiel sat behind his desk and opened his own laptop. Oh well, he had plenty of grading to do, even though it seemed a very dull task at the moment. Castiel opened his “waiting for grading” -folder, and almost groaned. It seemed unpleasantly full, and Castiel knew, he knew, that he should have graded most of them ages ago. But latest chances in his and Dean’s relationship had, ah, distracted him from work.

Speaking of which, Castiel’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and a quick look revealed that the message was from Dean, or, as Castiel’s phone still said, “That insufferable Professor Winchester”. (Castiel considered that he should probably change the contact name). Castiel scanned the classroom, but everyone seemed to be busy with their projects, and absolutely no one seemed to need help at the moment. Surely, Castiel thought, it wouldn’t harm anyone, if he answered Dean, nevertheless that he was teaching. Besides, Dean should be teaching as well.

How’s my favourite professor? you having a gr8 day?

Shouldn’t you be teaching now as well? You know how I am, I left you barely an hour ago.

Left me? Already? Wow Cas tht was fast, we’ve been together for a what, 1 week?

You know full well what I meant, but yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, Dean. You didn’t answer my question though?

Castiel shrugged at his phone when three dots appeared on the screen, and they seemed to linger for a while. Finally, Dean’s answer came.

Yeah, so should you, babe. JK, but um actually I was thinking if you would like to go on a date, like to real one? Heh, we kinda skipped that part, don’t you think?

Castiel smiled softly at his phone. Yes, now when he thought about that, they had never had “a real” date. Dean, of course, was thought about it. He could appear quite thoughtful, and that was one of the many reasons Castiel lov- liked about Dean Winchester.

Yes, Dean, I would love to do that. You mean today, or..?

Yep if that’s ok with u? Preferences for the place? The Roadhouse is amazin’, but there’s also a new diner a couple of blocks away. Heard that was good, too.

I don’t know, it’s yours to decide. I assume that we going by Baby, so pick me up at 8.00PM? Also, do you want to stay at my place afterwards?

Castiel hit send, feeling contented an very, very happy. But then he heard papers rustling behind his back. Castiel turned quickly, just to see three pairs of eyes staring dumbfounded at him, or worse yet, his phone. He blinked rapidly a couple of times, feeling a blush creeping up his neck. After a few very awkward seconds Castiel coughed and said: “Yes, Mr. Tran, Ms. Bradbury, and Ms. Harvelle? Is there something wrong?”

“No Professor Novak, we were just asking… But if you’re busy, nevermind.” Kevin started weakly, and Castiel ignored the urge to bury his face in his hands. Yes, Kevin, Charlie, and Jo were extremely nice students, but no, Castiel didn’t have such a fantasy that they would leave this gossip alone. This was, after all, just a high school and he and Dean were two male teachers. Besides, Dean was stupidly handsome, and therefore a daily daydream to quite many teenagers. And, Castiel reminded himself, students always tended to forget that teachers had a life outside the school, too.

“No, no, if you three have something in mind, please just ask. Sorry, that wasn’t important.” Castiel explained quickly, but he knew full well that damage was already done. “Well, we just wanted to say that we’re ready”, Jo said, and then smirked, “And if you don’t mind, professor, The Roadhouse is always better!”

Next day, when Dean asked, Castiel had absolutely no idea, why students kept asking Dean whether he ate dinner in the Roadhouse or “in that new restaurant” previous night. And if however, he would have had an idea, the reason would be completely Dean’s own fault.

Based on this: http://sarahinara.tumblr.com/post/102121624270/high-school-teachers-aus-no-wonder-why-youre

(English is not my native language, and I don’t have a beta, so forgive me for my many, many typos, spelling errors and grammar errors)

#spn #supernatural #destiel #destiel fluff #deancas #dean winchester #teacher!dean #castiel novak #teacher!cas #fluffy #spn fic #high school AU #hs!au #otp prompt #english is not my first language #and it shows #this was supposed to be short #proudlylost writes

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