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kyojurismo · 2 years ago

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This is an emergency request, my depression has been really rough lately, I just haven't felt motivated to do anything and just feel stuck.

My request is how would Kyojuro Rengoku and Tengen Uzui help reader with this?

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon, i’m so sorry it took longer than expected, but it’s been a shitty weekend ngl… anyway, i’m sending you a big hug, i’ve been in the same situation not so long ago 🫂

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. am i gonna take this opportunity to put some things ppl should learn to accept? yes i am. r is not exactly a demon slayer but that’s up to you since i didn’t stated it explicitly hehe, kyojuro is unaware about the situation at first, fluff, depression, negative thoughts, it also comes a bit from my own experience so um it might not be the same to everyone yeah. lemme know if i forgot to tag something pls.

before we start, i want to add that i deeply care about this particular request <3

KYOJURO RENGOKU

kyojuro noticed you were acting “strange” but he thought that you were simply tired, some sleep would surely help you…

if you were able to sleep, he noticed you’d sleep too much

if you didn’t, he heard you toss and turn around the whole night

he felt bad because he didn’t know how to exactly help you

the worst came when one day you didn’t wanted to get out of bed

“good morning, sunshine,” he gently murmured while moving the cover off your head. he kissed your forehead and stayed there cuddling with you, hoping this would help you getting up

“you’ll be late,” you said, not moving

“i wanted to have breakfast with you first,” he smiled widely, caressing your cheek. “it’s all ready,” he added

“i’m not hungry.”

he frowned. he wouldn’t actually force you to get up, he’s not like that, but he tried to playfully grab your hips to move you

“leave me alone!” you pushed kyojuro away, snapping at him

kyojuro apologised and sat there for a moment, deep in thoughts

he decided to get up and eat his breakfast. he got ready for the day and decided to leave the tray with your portion close to the futon, so you could grab it easily

“i’ll be back,” he informed you before reluctantly leaving

once gone, you started crying and hid yourself under the covers. you felt bad about snapping at him, but you couldn’t control it

needless to say, you didn’t get out of bed once and the food was long forgotten

you simply felt stuck

you wanted to go out with kyojuro… but you just couldn’t do it?

when he was finally back, his smile disappeared completely when he noticed you were still in bed

he took a deep breath and put his katana away, taking off his haori too. he kneeled beside you and gently moved the covers

“would you like to take a bath with me? it might help,” he asked you, caressing your cheeks. “i… don’t know?” you met his eyes

“i’ll take you there, alright?” he said before gently taking you into his arms and getting you to the bathtub

kyojuro helped you bathing, praising you the whole time

he saw you struggling and he had not intention to call you lazy or something, on the contrary he wanted to help you the best he could

“i know you’re not hungry, but it might help you feel better?” he caressed your back slowly, comforting you

somehow he convinced you to eat, you felt a little better after the bath after all

he changed the futon, so it would be fresh and clean and feel more welcoming, before convincing you to sit on the engawa with him for a while

the gentle breeze of the night caressed your face, making you shiver

“i’m so sorry,” you whispered before starting crying. he hugged you and kissed your head, holding you close to his chest. “don’t apologise, darling. i know you’re struggling and i’m here to help you.”

you felt somehow as a burden for him, he had to take care of you even after his training session and you knew how tiring they were

“it’s already getting better, you see? you’re out of bed,” he smiled, kissing your nose. “tomorrow will go even better, trust me.”

he wasn’t grossed out by your behaviour, he helped you keep yourself clean and convinced you to eat if you refused to

he spent the night awake with you if you had trouble sleeping, making sure the negative thoughts filling your head would go away by talking and talking, making you finally smile

kyojuro never pushed you to do anything tho, because he wanted to avoid you from closing up in yourself

he’s not perfect but he’s learning.

TENGEN UZUI

tengen was a bit harsh in the beginning

[let’s be serious for a moment, due to the time they’re living in i don’t think they would be that experienced lol]

he noticed you slowly retiring from any kind of activity

you didn’t wanted to leave the house that much

you prepared lunch and dinner with less enthusiasm

your sleep schedule started to get messy

you even skipped bathing with him

you started feeling self conscious and avoided being naked around him

but you also felt like some kind of force was blocking you from following your usual routine

it felt heavy. too much.

“hey, it’s really late,” his voice startled you. tengen got up early as usual, but didn’t forced you to do the same

“baby, with late i mean it’s past lunch time.”

you stayed hidden under the covers, his eyes burning on your figure

“y/n,” he tried again, getting down on his knees. “baby, you really need to get up.”

you didn’t reply, of course. you knew you had to but you just couldn’t do it

tengen moved the covers away from your body, making you flinch due to the light coming from outside

“no!” you tried to get em from his hand, your expression screaming that you were angry for his actions

“tell me what’s wrong,” he effortlessly kept the covers away from you, staring at you in a serious manner

“i don’t know, okay?! just leave me alone!” you hit his chest, trying to move his body away. useless.

“you’ve been sleeping a lot these past days, you’re rarely getting up. tell me what’s going on,” he tried again, clenching his fist

“i told you already!” tears rolled down your cheeks, catching his eyes. his gaze softened, feeling bad for the way he acted. “i can’t do that, i just can’t.”

tengen pulled you to his chest and let you cry, caressing your back in a comforting manner

once you were done crying, he stayed there with you for a little more

“i’m sorry for screaming,” you muttered after a while. “that’s okay, i was in the wrong.”

“are you hungry?” he asked you, his big hands kept caressing your back. “i think so.”

“good! cause i made something very flashy,” he winked at you, trying to make you smile

tengen learned to respect your times, not forcing you

he helped you eat, bathing yourself even if you were a bit contrary on him seeing you, made sure you were sleeping properly

he enjoyed cooking for you during these kind of episodes ngl

“i’m very, very proud of you,” he kissed your head while cuddling with you in bed. you were grateful he didn’t judged you and didn’t complained about your behaviour

he showed patience and showered you with his love nonetheless

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what it i tell you the draft was about the get deleted after i finished writing it? lmao. as i said, it might work differently for others, and if you have gross comments to share then keep ‘em to yourself, thank you

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kafkasgirlhood · 5 days ago

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Hihihi 🎹anon here! I hope you’re having a very good day or night, personally I could done better but it’s just a bad day not a bad life :3

I wanted to know a bit about something that I feel guilty for, you see it’s been like a good month that I’m devoted to Apollo, Aphrodite and very recently Lucifer(I forgot to do his meditation, because I was not feeling very good and today it’s just worsened because of my classmates. (But let’s not talk about them they don’t deserve my precious attention)..

I know multiple, even the whole community told me to not use Tiktok as a reliable source for research but even on Tumblr, everyday I see people having the best relationships with their gods and I feel guilty because I don’t have that kind of relationship and they maybe think I’m too weird(I genuinely believe they could think that) or not worthy enough (yet, maybe it’s going to change in the futur) I’m deeply sorry to say all this, it’s just that all I knew in my life toxic friendships or relationships so I don’t know how healthy one’s would work without me being overly clingy or demanding too much (well fearing to ask too much)

I don’t talk with my deities a lot nor do feel their presence, they feel a bit distant (everyone actually not just Apollo with the cold weather).

So I’m ending the yapping here but, do you have kinda some tips about it all and I’m sososososo sorry for dumping all this on you, it’s just got to a point I can’t even vent to my gods that so lame of me bru😭.

Anyway I’ll let you answer, thanks if you do or not it’s still okay.. bye bye(๑꒦ິ ̼ ꒦ິ๑)

🎹 anon yippieee !!!!!!! i'm unfortunately not doing too well today but as you said ! just a bad day , not a bad life x VERYYY long answer so i'm placing a cut here

firstly , i want you to know that this kind of thinking is depressingly normal , even for people like me who have very close relationships with their deities . in my experience , since i'm so used to them being so close all the time , anytime they're distant i just feel like they don't want me anymore ! and that is not the case ! do not apologise for thinking this way . we are human , and it happens . especially with what you've said you've been through :( the gods will understand .

especially in the beginning , when you're trying to figure your way around things , they're going to feel very distant . keyword: feel . as humans , even with our clairsenses and divination and whatnot , we are always doomed to make mistakes . we miss signs , especially in the beginning . especially if you're like me and can't spot external signs easily . i've had many instances where during distant times , i've looked back and realised there were signs there .

secondly , tumblr highly exaggerates their communication with the gods . i'm even guilty of doing this , unfortunately . everything under my "____ things" tags are always exaggerated for comedic effect . i get that commuication through readings , through little nudges , little internal communication here and there . and i should admit i too am guilty of not meditating as often as i should !

thirdly , one thing people often forget to mention is , you don't need to feel their presences to know they're there . like i said , humans are bound to make mistakes . i've gotten used to feeling their presences so now i can't tell if they're there purely based on presence anymore . and not everybody is going to be clairsentient like i am , to be able to sense energies like that in the first place . and that is okay .

none of this means the gods think you're weird or unworthy . in all of history , they've had millions of followers . a lot of them may have been through the same things you have !

hell , i can't even make formal prayers too good . my prayers are always an attempted imitation of semi formal at best . that does not make me unworthy . i've been struggling to meditate and talk to them lately . that does not make me unworthy . as such , it does not make you unworthy !

i can't vent to the gods either , i'll admit :( i feel a bit cringe every time i do . and even though apollon Himself reassured me of this , there's always going to be that part of me that's like "what if i'm just talking to myself" , "what if i'm making it all up" , "what if i'm deluding myself" , etc etc . the only times i vent to the gods are when i'm actually at a breaking point and can't hold it in anymore .

but that's the thing . you don't need to vent to them . you can , if you're okay with it , but you don't have to . you shouldn't feel guilty for not confiding in them ! it's difficult , and they understand . they always do . here's some tips i have:

understand that they just want you to do your best . if your best today is just getting out of bed , then they are so , so proud of that , and they don't expect more until you're ready to do more .

you don't have to communicate with them every day . your every thought does not have to be in devotion to them . you are human , you have your earthly matters to attend to . you must first take care of your roots before you reach for the stars .

they will never , and i mean never think of you any less than they think of their other worshippers .

remember that those kinds of close bonds take time . i've been in helpol since 2019 , but i was basically the helpol equivalent of a christmas christian , and i really locked in this may . that is why i'm so easily able to decipher communication and feel them there . it will take time . be patient with yourself !

your emotions often tend to get in the way of anything you may try to decipher . i once begged and sobbed in front of apollon's altar because i thought He was angry with me , all because i fell sick after praying to Him . but in reality it was because it was raining outside and i stuck my head out the car window whilst going 50 km/h like an idiot . my emotions and mental state were a mess at the time , and i thought i deserved His wrath because i just didn't think i deserved anything good . and you know what His response was ? concern . utter concern . because He was not angry with me , He did not think negative things about me , it was just my emotions getting in the way of everything . don't fault yourself when this happens ( because it will ) , just remember that not everything you decipher could be the truth .

the gods will never think you're weird . hell , my devotional playlist for apollon has videogame theme songs . it has fnaf songs . and He loves it !

the gods will never ever fault you for the things you think as a result of circumstances outside of your control . things like trauma , intrusive thoughts , anxiety , etc; so many of their worshippers have those too . they know the human condition , they understand we are not perfect . they don't fault you for feeling this way !

even though you don't have to vent to them , i still suggest you at the very least try . if not for everything , then in cases when you think they might think negative things about you . if you don't want to ask them ( which i understand ) you can always reach out to someone that does free tarot readings so they can ask for you ! i tend to find these in discord servers the most . the one i ask in the most , i unfortunately cannot give an invite right now as i believe invites are closed currently , but there's also this one ! you specifically can dm ME if you want me to do one for you for free ( though i understand if you want to remain anonymous ) . but at the end of the day , you can always just go "[deity] i ask for a sign as confirmation that you don't hate me" or something and keep an eye out !

this post is. very long and very messy i apologise , because i just kind of dumped everything on here . i know what it's like to feel this way and i wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy . but just know , your religious journey is not linear . it's a landscape . it'll have mountains and it'll have valleys , and every experience helps your practice evolve .

i really hope this helps !! <33

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genshinfand0m · 2 years ago

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Apologies.

Hey everyone, I know everyone is mad at me right now, I want to apologise for not giving credit to those incredible artists as I honestly didn't know their name which is why I've put a 'not mine' tag... I deeply am sorry, but from the bottom of my heart I never claimed those arts as mine as I just posted them like that and I'm very sorry that I didn't clearly say that those aren't mine. But please do not attack me like that, I've been receiving a lot of hate comments and hate asks, we're all human beings, I have all the right to make mistakes. I don't think this is the right way to make someone understand this in an awful way. I've been seriously mentally affected by all those hate comments and hate asks and I'm deeply sorry that I didn't rectify my mistake earlier. Please forgive my mistakes.

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feralbeeast · 8 months ago

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Hey tumblr, I know I've been a lot more all over the place than usual lately and to all my mutuals and those who followed me for the better fun times I deeply apologise. I try to keep my blog an even mix of me but basically my whole life has been building up more and more trauma and I thought I had escaped adding more onto it but everytime I have hope something or someone shows me exactly why I shouldn't, and for some reason this time around I'm at an extremely low and something isn't letting me get back up yet.

Anyways, I love you all still and even though I'm struggling with existing I hope all of you are doing okay and are healthy and the happiest you can be right now 🖤 that being said after this post I'm going to try to keep the vent posting on here to a minimum since I've been venting a lot more with posts and tags, so I've created a side blog that I won't give the handle to publicly yet but I've just started to vent more on there instead to try to make this blog a safer place again. This is a weird post I know but I'll be leaving a more personal vent in here hidden under the cut feel free to ignore it completely or not I just need to get a bit of this pain off my chest and I'm sorry if you do read it.

to those of you who have stuck around and showed me kindness at any point I truly appreciate every moment of genuine care given even if you ended up hurting me in one way or another. Thank you. 🖤

As always dms and asks are open but understand it might take a while to respond

I'm more hurt than anything, it started with despair and it blended with rage and misery after I put all the pieces together and processed what has happened over these past few weeks, and these feelings are mostly pointed at myself because i let it happen. I saw it coming and i still let it happen.

still, overall at this point I'm more hurt than anything else and I can't understand why. Why did this happen and why didn't i trust my fears and my gut. Why were you able to so easily break down the walls I had been building for years just to do this. Why couldn't I stop you. Why can't I get you out of my head when all it's doing is causing me pain now. Why are you doing this. Why are you still treating me like this. I don't understand how you can't see all the damage you've been doing to me.

Why can't I stop the pain anymore. Why can't I do anything now but self harm and distract. I wish I could just talk to you and tell you everything on my mind so I could get it over with but in reality it won't fix anything I'll still be hurting. Why can't I tell them how they hurt me without it hurting me as well?

I fucking hate that I have so much empathy I can't help but sympathize with everyone who's ever hurt and abused me.

I just wanted someone to care.

now all I want is to stop feeling and dissappear forever

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dreamsclock · 2 years ago

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Hi, that was entirely my bad. To be fair I had not proof that you weren’t still dwelling on it, but I also didn’t have proof you weren’t. I am just weary because I’ve seen it time and time again where people post about how they fucked up expecting everyone to tell them it’s okay, but then don’t actually do anything to better themselves. I guess there’s just a lingering bitterness in my mind that spikes when I see those kinds of posts because it feels like it’s always the same. But that’s my experience with some people, I shouldn’t have applied it to you. I apologise. I was frustrated in general and I thought maybe I could at least pour some of that into giving advice- albeit it blunt- to at least help someone else. But that was unfair, and I am genuinely, deeply sorry. Of course you should be allowed an outlet to vent and I don’t mean to take that away from you. I’m sorry. - 🦇

you’re good anon!! should’ve tagged it negative or vent or something in the first place, and i get what you mean — i’m also usually all for blunt criticism (or what’s the word. realism??) but idk i think just the fact it came from an anon was a little awkward. i’m happy to accept that kind of talk from friends but on anon it’s a little different because i have no idea who you are, yk??? it’s like a random Guy On The Street walking up to me and saying it (a Guy On The Street with good taste in fictional characters but ykwim). but you’re good!! i just wanted to point that out for future that it came off a little too blunt for anon LMAO

but no harm done here and today is going well :) i’m in a good place for finals and i’m doing a lot better mentally so it’s easy to tell myself one bad day ≠ all bad days. ty for the reminder and i appreciate the apology :D

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randomwords247 · 3 years ago

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1, 2, 5, 8, 11, 15, 16 for the art asks? :D

1) Answered Here!

2) least favorite drawing from this year

all of them

kidding kidding kidding uhhhh. thats a hard choice cuz theres a lot i Do Not Like

okay so i think

this is one of them because goodness gracious the frick is this its so bad, they all look so wooden and stiff, ew what is beakleys arm, ew ew its so bad

I also really do not like this one - its stiff, the proportions are tat and just. Ew I've always hated seeing it. Also frick this one my colour palette updated since B). Granted, I did it quickly, but still. Big ew from me I cringe everytime I see it when I'm going through my files

Also frick the rules I'm also going to put this here which is a frame from the mask animatic I did (which I wanna like. Remaster and continue ngl but shhhh), like what is this, its so bad, what the heck. Iirc it was at a point where I had to like line the inbetweens of some poses and you can literally see me giving up on drawing the legs. Like frick you past Random that was a hecking mistake

anyways ahem I could go on for hours roasting my own art so leTS MOVE ON-

5) favorite little detail in a drawing you did

okay listen i normally love putting in like little details but apparently this year either i have forgotten everything i have ever drawn or i just didnt do many so we're skipping past this question

8) underrated drawing you did

uhhhhhhh I'd say this which I was really proud of and even made a speedpaint of, but it only got like 7 notes (normally my artwork appears to get around like 30 at least), so I guess that??? Especially considering its one of my favourite pieces from this year oops-

11) artist(s) that influenced/inspired your art style

It's hard to pinpoint because usually I like will see an art style I love and slowly without even realising it I will absorb a little part of how they do it into my own. Though I'd say not so much an artist but just the Hilda Style has influenced my art the most this year, sprinkled in with a few @airborneice and @bananimationofficial (mostly in the last few months) and probably a couple more mcyt artists tbh cuz I watch a lot of animatics on youtube and they have definitely had their hand in morphing how I draw this year

15) any upcoming planned drawings

yes and no

Theres the next page of the comic (which i havent started because uni was kicking my butt and then has handed it to work), a quick speedpaint I'm working on that may or may not ever see the light of day, and some things with ocs that I have ideas for which again, may or may not ever see the light of day.

but also no because I am so hecking bad at planning usually I jump into things or have Idea and Lose It when i get to drawing. but ya i am definitely Going To Be Drawing in 2022 so Expect That whether you like it or not

#ask meme #artist ast meme #imma remove the art tag from the other ones cuz i realise thisll just clutter my art tag #which i wanna keep relatively uncluttered #pikablob #artist ask meme #artist ask game #end of the year ask game #sorry to everyone for all the tags i deeply apologise #i always feel bad tagging ppl even tho ik its not a bad thing but STILL #gosh frick the art you see here its so bad #the art of mine that is in response to the first question #the art i linked is freaking amazing and yall need to check these ppl out theyre amazing #like dude. its free seretonin #anyways i need to stop

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firebloodanddragons · 2 years ago

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Of Dragons and Lambs - Chapter 1 (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: As the realm is about to celebrate the 129th anniversary of Aegon's conquest, a royal raven sent by Prince Aegon himself summons you to court. Afraid something might have happened to your husband, you hastily leaves for the capital. But your arrival is most impromptu. King Viserys is dead and the Greens are plotting Aegon's coronation and soon you are involved in political affairs that go beyond imagination. Wife, Lady-in-waiting, Whore, Confident, Lover ... What are you supposed to be now?

Tags: Romance / Secret Relationship/ Angst / Canon-Typical Violence / Blood and Gore/ Sex / Targaryen Incest / Explicit Sexual Content/ Infidelity /Explicit Language

Author's notes: After watching House of the Dragon and reading (and annotating) Fire and Blood, here's my Aemond Targaryen x Reader fan fiction. I tried to create a story that respects both what's told in the book and what is shown in HotD and I truly hope my portrayal of GRR Martin's characters is faithful. English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise if there is any grammatical mistake. I hope you will enjoy reading. Chapter 1 mainly is an introduction to the story. The relationship between Aemond and Reader will be explored more deeply in Chapter 2.

(also available on AO3)

CHAPTER 1: ĀBRAR DOHAERIS

A loud bang to the door to your chambers woke you with a start. Startled, you noticed the room was in a dimming light and that the soft and pale rays of the sunrise were barely seeping in the space between the velvet curtains the servants had drawn last night. It was early, very early, too early to be woken up. Something must have happened. You sat down and adjusted your night gown hastily before allowing whomever had knocked to come in. Soon your most faithful handmaid, Brunwina, opened the door but she did not dare approach. But even in the distance you noticed her trembling hands. “My lady, I am so sorry to wake you this early but a raven arrived from King’s Landing.” “Is it about my husband?” You were quick to ask. Your lord-husband, Lorys Rosby, had left the castle to go to King’s Landing a few days ago after being summoned by the King’s Hand, Otto Hightower, in preparation of the 127th anniversary of Aegon’s conquest. The event, which was a week of great feasts, dances and tourneys, gathered each year all the lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms and for many decades it had been House Stokeworth’s duty to make the royal family’s festive clothes for your seat was famous for its formidable craftsmen, weavers and dressmakers. The tradition was not to your husband’s taste however and he had made it very clear. “My father used to make me bring food to those incestuous pale cunts and now my wife forces me to dress them.” And this is why what your servant said afterward made your heart skip a beat. “The message carries the royal seal, my lady.” Seven hells Lorys, what have you done? You thought before reaching for the letter. As it turned out, he hadn’t done anything (or at least nothing was mentioned in the letter) but the words signed by Prince Aegon Targaryen himself commanded you to come to King’s Landing immediately. “The King requests your presence before the big celebration that is to come.” And so, you left your father’s castle in a haste along with your handmaiden and your septa and a small chest full of clothes. You arrived to King’s Landing when the sun reached its highest point in the sky. But the man who received you was not King Viserys Targaryen. “King Viserys is dead. And your arrival here is most impromptu.” Otto Hightower said solemnly before locking you up in an underground cell with other ladies of your status. And soon you would realise that the celebration that was to come would to be the anniversary of Aegon’s conquest and that future dance everyone in the kingdom expected would not be a dance of cheerful lords and ladies. It would be a dance of dragons.

Black did not really suit Prince Aegon’s pale skin or silver hair. The colour made him look sickly and ghost-like, enhancing his dark circles and the hangover still tinting his face in shades of yellowish green. But to Queen Alicent’s proud eyes, his first born looked most magnificent. Only her daughter and her second son, Princess Helaena and Prince Aemond, whose presence had been solicited by the dowager queen, seemed to notice that their brother didn’t look credible in the fine royal attire that had been made for him. However, only the latter allowed his opinion to show through the disapproving frown on his young face and one could easily read young Prince Aemond’s clear thoughts. Had this attire been his to wear, he wouldn’t have looked like a boy playing dress-up. “You stupid boy!” Otto Hightower growled as he stormed in his grandson’s apartment. Scared by the noise, Helaena jumped on her seat while Alicent shielded her first born with her slim body. Only Aemond remained composed and imperturbable although a malicious smirk began to appear on his face. “What has he done again?” Queen Alicent asked. “Even on a day as important as this one, you had to think with your cock, didn’t you?” “It seems you like my cock only when it suits your interests, grandfather.” Aegon retorted with a confidence only his mother’s protection could provide. “What is going on?” “Your son summoned Lady Y/N Stokeworth to court.” “Why would you do that? You know no one is to leave or to enter the Red Keep until your coronation.” Alicent explained with a tone that wasn’t as harsh as her father’s but certainly as angry. “Who’s Lady Y/N?” Aegon asked, clueless and his brother snickered wholeheartedly, drawing the attention of his family on himself. “I would have never thought you were foolish or lustful enough to do it, brother. But once again it seemed ale got the better of you.” Aemond mocked, choosing his words wisely. He knew where was the line he could not cross. “What do you know, Aemond?” Otto demanded, his impatience burning in his blue eyes but the one-eyed prince did not care and he kept smirking a little longer, enjoying the family drama. “Perhaps my sister should leave first.” Alicent agreed and asked a handmaiden to escort Helaena back to her own chambers. She knew that whatever Aegon had done, it was not in his sister-wife’s best interest. Quite the opposite actually. “When Aegon staggered back to the Red Keep in the early hours after another escapade to Flea Bottom few nights ago in the company of Lord Lorys Rosby, I heard them mention Lady Y/N’s … carnal talents. Lord Rosby bragged so much about it, Aegon replied something like ‘Careful I might be tempted to use her little cunt’. I guess my brother didn’t resist temptation very long.” Aegon’s purple eyes widened as the flashes of the depraved night Aemond mentioned came back to him. “You thought you could make a noble married woman your whore? Have you lost your mind?!” Alicent shouted. “I was drunk. I barely remember sending the fucking raven.” The future king said in his defence. “Well, you sent the fucking raven and now here she is. ” Otto Hightower growled. “So?” “So?” The Hand repeated, exasperated by his grandson’s naivety. “We’re holding in a cell not only the Lord of Rosby but the heiress to House Stokeworth, both seats that are close to the Velaryons for they have been trading for generations and thus close to your half-sister. What do you think is going to be their reaction when they learn of their imprisonment?” “I think we can use their imprisonment as pressure, force them to join our ranks. I’ve heard that’s what you started doing. After all, we’ve all seen the hanged bodies in the yard.” “Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys will never join our alliance with if we keep their trading companion in our cells. They will see it a form of aggression. But you didn’t think about that, did you?” Aemond said with a discomforting stoicism. Otto and Alicent looked at him, sitting tall and proud on his chair by the fireplace and for a second they both wished Aemond had been the first-born son for he was smarter and more calculating than his brother despite his hot-temper. Aegon noticed his grandfather and mother’s thoughtful stare and so he sticked out his chest and spoke confidently. “Make the lady Helaena’s lady-in-waiting.” All eyes turned to Aegon. “My sister is to be Queen. She deserves new ladies-in-waiting, proper ones. With Lady Y/N permanently in court, Lord Lorys will have to serve us to guarantee her safety. The Velaryon will not be able to call them prisoners. In fact, the will most likely believe we treat his them generously and thust they will perhaps consider our alliance treaty with an open ear.” The plan was judicious and smarter than what the Hightowers would have expected from Aegon. But the idea did not please Aemond who wished secretly his brother had not thought of it. “What about the marriage pact you mentioned, father?” Alicent asked and Aemond raised an eyebrow. “Do we abandon the idea?” “We certainly do not. We need to play all our pawns. We need all the allies we can have. House Baratheon must give us their support. We cannot allow them to join Princess Rhaenyra’s cause.” Otto declared. “Aemond! Lord Borros is a proud and ambitious man. Go to Storm’s End right after the coronation feast, flatter that crabby illiterate’s ego and offer to marry one of his daughters. Any of the four will do. Woo her and wed her and Lord Borros will deliver the Stormlands for your brother. Fail—" “I will not fail.” Aemond blustered. “Aegon will have Storm’s End and I will have this girl.”

The room was awfully quiet. No word, no whisper could be heard and you could feel the crushing weight of that ominous silence on your small shoulders pressuring you to fall on your knees. You knew you had just fallen into a viper’s nest. And even though the reptiles around you were silent you could sense their six vicious eyes staring. Green, brown and blue. All judging, envying or commanding. What petrifying eyes. They had turned you into stone the second you had stepped foot in Princess Helaena’s chambers and they had managed to snuff out the little self-confidence you believed you owned. But they had not taken your strength away. “There is no need to be shy, Lady Y/N. Surely my husband must have heard of your talents. Otherwise, he would not have made you my new lady-in-waiting.” Princess Helaena’s voice was the softest you had ever heard. It sounded genuinely sweet and yet from another world as if her happiness only existed in a land of dreams she didn’t know she was locked in. But she remained a dragon and there was nothing more dangerous than a dragon. You, the little lamb from Castle Stokeworth, knew that better than anyone. And thus, you would not be fooled by a kindness that was probably just some kind of trap to make you drop your guard. You were not safe here, as any sheep among vipers and dragons would be. “I have no talent, your grace.” You said as you gathered all your strength to keep your voice and yourself steady. “A lady with no talent? I do not believe it. Surely you know one thing or two. Perhaps poetry.” You had been raised in a noble house, the only daughter and last remaining heir of a wealthy family of the Crownlands who always saw you as nothing but the only marriage material they owned. The lamb with a golden wool, they called you. So of course, you were a very literate woman. You had to be. In fact, you could remember all the rainy afternoon spent in the castle’s library with your Septa reading historical books, legends and poetry. However, you could not call yourself a poet. “I can read, your grace. But I am no poet.” “Painting then.” You shook your head. “No, your grace.” “Sewing? Embroidery? I heard the finest weavers of Westeros can be found in your seat.” The royal woman said as she touched the beige dress you were wearing, not caring about the dirt your day in the donjons had left on the silk. “It’s true, your grace. But I am afraid my skills do not match Stokeworth’s reputation.” “You’re too modest, my lady. What about music? I love music.” She sounded childishly enthusiastic. “I am sure you were taught to play an instrument or to sing at the very least.” You swallowed the little bit of saliva that was left in your dried mouth and looked at the vipers sitting around you: the ladies Lannister, Wilde and Fossoway whose snakelike stares hadn’t left your figure since your arrival. Surely, they would soon let you hear their whistling mockeries. “I don’t think I can sing, your grace. I stopped when my mother died and…” The rest of the sentence didn’t find its way out your mouth as the sadness brought back by the thoughts of your dead mother knotted your throat. But Princess Helaena did not notice your grief and with a bright smile she asked you to sing for her. Your eyes widened in apprehension, begging her to reconsider her request. Alas, she did not and the vipers started smirking. The insisting purple stare of the Targaryen princess made you open your mouth and the fear to see your husband beheaded because of your pathetic mutism forced you to let out a few notes. They sounded terrible, sometimes like a blade scraping a metal shield, sometimes like a new born choking on his cries. But most of all, they sounded awfully miserable, showing the concealed misery that your eyes refused to let out. Although no one had made it clear, you had an idea on why you were here. It wasn’t to keep the Princess company. It wasn’t to entertain her with your nonexistent talents. No, if there was a person you were here to entertain, it probably was Aegon, the man who had requested your presence in the Red Keep. And you knew exactly how the young man liked to be entertained. You had heard the rumours. “What a lovely nightingale.” Helaena clapped her hands and her sincerity caught you unaware. Should you thank her or simply look down and pay attention to the mocking giggles of the ladies around you? “The princess complimented you, silly girl. What are you waiting for? Thank her grace. Who taught you manners?” Lady Lannister snarled. “Yes, of course. Thank you, your highness. You are very kind.” You mumbled as you clenched your fists and the women all laughed at your clumsiness, including the late King Viserys’s daughter but only because she found laughing contagious. But their scornful laughter ceased once a loud and stately voice resonated in the chambers like a cold and whistling gale rushing into a cave. It made everyone except Queen Heleana shake like leaves. “Our brother obviously did not ask her to sing before he requested her presence in court. But then again, I am certain he does not give a shit about her voice.” Those truthful words hurt but you kept your head up while the eyes of the three vipers and the Queen landed upon the slender and majestic figure of Prince Aemond Targaryen. The ladies-in-waiting looked both scared and uncomfortable and their eyes quickly found a certain interest in the embroideries of their noble dresses. And once you dare glance at him you understood why.

There was something truly intimidating and rather terrifying about him, something almost menacing, and it wasn’t the large scar on his face or the leather eyepatch. No, the fear that the young prince inspired came from something else. Whether it was the cold demeanour that kept his head high and his chiselled jawline permanently clenched or the resentful and unpredictable fire burning in his eye, you did not know. All you knew was that the second son of the late King Viserys oozed not only danger but fire and blood. A true Targaryen. A true dragon. “I am so glad to see you, brother. Are you here to keep me company? I am afraid I have to prepare for this afternoon celebration” “I just wanted to have a look at the new lady-in-waiting and see what was so special about her to make our wastrel of a brother act once more like a horny fool.” The way Prince Aemond insulted his brother didn’t seem to shock anyone but you. But your astonishment vanished as soon as the one-eyed man approached you and slowly started circling you to scrutinize you from head to toe. He acted almost like a predator walking around a prey except that his eye held no hunger, just curiosity and judgment. A voice in your head begged you to look down but the little courage you had managed to keep since your meeting with Otto Hightower helped you stand strong and when your eyes finally caught Prince Aemond’s purple iris you stared back at him, supporting his look, your strength tinted with a sudden weird fascination. As you looked at his young scarred face, you wondered what happened to his left eye and what could be hiding under the eyepatch. You had heard rumours. Some said the prince’s eye had been taken by a dragon. Some said he had lost it in a battle against his kin while a few whispered the Prince had been cursed by a witch and was since hiding an eye similar to a dragon’s eye under the piece of leather. You did not know which one to believe, finding them all ludicrous or implausible. You probably stared for too long because Aemond ultimately frowned in irritation and let out a brief yet annoyed “Mmh” that should have made you look down if not for your sake for your husband’s. “Unsurprisingly, her reputation precedes her.” Prince Aemond said, without looking away. “She is just a lamb with a golden wool … and a pretty face.” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. You never thought your nickname had reached King’s Landing let alone royal ears. “Don’t make her sing ever again, dear sister.” And with these words he stormed out of the room as swift and determined as he had entered it. “And ask your handmaidens to bring her to the throne room. Our brother requests her presence.” And when the door shut, you took a deep breath and realized you had been breathless all this time. What an intriguing man.

The Iron Throne. Thousands blades taken from those who once dared face Aegon the Conqueror. Thousands blades forged in the fiery breath of Balerion the Dread. Thousands blades before which a young man who’s barely the shadow of his namesake was standing, his silver head waiting for a crown that should never be his. “I do not like sending a drinking friend in a cell but when the drinking friend in question is sworn to my enemy, I must not treat him like a friend any longer. As you most certainly understood, Lord Rosby, my father King Viserys is dead. But before his death he named me is successor. This throne is mine.” Aegon’s young voice echoed in the room but the man standing before him stood his ground and even dared snicker in silence, unimpressed by the prince’s attempt at being fearsome. Lord Lorys Rosby was seven-and-twenty. Tall and strong with dark brown hair and eyes as black as charcoal, he was the elder nephew and only male heir of the late Lord Jon Rosby who had bequeathed him the regency of his house a few years ago. Ambitious, the young lord had wed you a fortnight ago in order to unite his house to the Stokeworth’s and hopefully see his seat grow if your father came to die with no male heir. “Your father once swore to my half-sister, Princess Rhaenyra. But you still can do the right thing and pledge your allegiance to the one and only House Targaryen, to the one true monarch.” His words were not truly his but the Hightower’s. One could easily guess their venom in each syllable. “I know where my allegiance lies. I only know one monarch, the one your father, King Viserys the Peaceful, chose.” Lorys solemnly declared and the young King-to-be Aegon smiled proudly. “The one my house and my fiancé’s father swore to serve.” But the smirk quickly faded.“Queen Rhaenyra, the first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. Protector of the Realm.” The silver-haired prince’s purple eyes widened. He was offended but most of discountenanced. “I had hoped the darkness of a cell would have changed your mind.” “House Rosby is headstrong. When there’s a storm, we face it bravely despite the ominous risks. We do not run from it. We’re no cowards who switch loyalty to find a shelter.” “You’re going to wish you were one.” Otto Hightower threatened, eager to take things in charge. “Sir Criston!”

The doors to the throne room swung open and Sir Criston in his knight armour entered on the Hand’s order, dragging you in. His gloved hand firmly tightened around your arm, he made you stand a couple of steps away from your husband who looked horrified to see you here. “You did not lie, Lord Rosby. What you told your future king is true. Your new wife is a lovely flower and she is definitely more gorgeous that the previous one, richer as well. Surely, she is very precious to you. Wouldn’t it be disastrous if something were to happen to her?” “Don’t you dare touch her!” “Aegon is to be crowned king tod—" “If I want to touch her, I will.” Aegon declared, not caring about his grandfather’s monologue. “What is yours is mine for you are my subjects. Lady Y/N has been my wife’s lady-in-waiting. She will remain in the Red Keep as long as it pleases me. Whether her stay is comfortable or not depends on you and your obedience. Swear me fealty and no harm will be done to her. You will go back to Rosby a free man and I will make sure your son and daughter from your marriage to Lady Lyra Darklyn will have a place at the court and that you receive the payment House Darklyn denied you when your previous wife died. Refuse to acknowledge me as King, not only you will rot in a cell, landless and stripped of all your titles, but I will personally make sure that all the children born from your wife are my bastards.” The proposition as well as the threat made you feel dizzy and you were sure that if not for Sir Criston’s hand still holding you up you would have fallen to the ground. You looked at your husband, begging him to consider everything involved in this bargain, the gifts as much as the traps. You wanted him to ask Prince Aegon to wait a few days for his answer. You wanted your husband to talk to you, to make a decision with. You did not want to see you as a traded good just like your father before him. But what you wanted did not matter. “Valar Dohaeris.” Ābrar dohaeris, you mean.

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tomtenadia · 3 years ago

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Dreams of Gold

Rowaelin month day 11 - Surprise kisses

Rowan loved swimming. He had been doing it since he remembered. His parents had put him in a swimming pool when he was very young and according to their stories he had loved it immediately, so when he was a bit older they had sent him to swimming classes and then once at school he had started competing as well. Small tournaments while he was in elementary and middle school, but once in high school he had joined an actual club and had started competing seriously. He had won his fair share of medals and trophies and his parents loved to brag about their son’s athletic prowess. Sometimes it was bordering on embarrassing.

Now at uni and on his second year of a degree in computer engineering he had taken his love for swimming even further.

He had joined an actual professional club and with time he realised that butterfly was his favourite stroke. He was quite skilled at freestyle as well but he loved the raw power in the butterfly. It had taken him a lot of time and training to master it to perfection but now that he did, he’d never change it for any other stroke.

Juggling university and a heavy and very strict training schedule had been exhausting at times. Sometimes he even wondered why he bothered studying but his parents had made him promise he’d have a plan b. They had faith in him and supported him throughout his career. Drove him for hours to competitions when he hadn’t his licence yet and then following to all his events. But they also believed that the sports world was fickle and that glory would not last forever. He had agreed and had a plan b. At least he liked working with computers and was pretty skilled at that as well. He had fixed both his parents laptops and taught them as well how to use them properly for their jobs.

It was a January day and Rowan was running across campus to get to his car as quickly as possible and get to training. He hated Thursdays. His last class of the day finished twenty minutes before he was due at the pool and without traffic it took him seventeen minutes to reach the sports complex. He was looking forward to the semester to be over and rid himself of that boring class.

Luckily for him, that day the traffic had been light and he had made it with four minutes to spare.

He parked his car, grabbed his duffel bag and ran inside.

He peeked through the big glass windows and saw the team already gathered at pool side for the daily briefing.

What he had tried to avoid thinking was that it was a special day. The federation was going to release the names of the people who were going to be chosen to attend the olympic games the following year. Rowan had been training even harder, smashed records and won a few more competitions to prove that one of those spots was his.

Sighing heavily he ran and joined the team.

“Sorry coach.” He apologised.

“Don’t worry, Rowan. It’s Thursday and I am aware of your class finishing late. Glad you could join us.”

Coach Gavriel was a legend in the swimming world. He was a multiple olympic gold winner. He was a butterfly swimmer like him and his regime was strict. Once he retired he had created his own professional team and many of the people he had coached had gone and won medals.

He moved closed to the blonde woman with the blue swimsuit “Galathynius.”

She turned and gave him the most beautiful of smiles “Whitethorn, excited for the big announcement?”

He nodded.

“I don’t think I ever wanted anything so badly.” She told him eagerly.

I do. Thought Rowan. You.

His secret was that he was madly in love with her. It had happened all of a sudden. One evening they had both stayed late for extra practice. Aelin was a freestyle specialist. That night during training he had noticed a small error that she would do and that he was sure would cost her time. So he had coached and fixed the slight issue allowing her to cut the water perfectly and almost null the friction. With her long golden hair and her deep turquoise eyes with a ring of gold in them she was like a goddess. And he was madly in love with her. But he never said anything. He had bottled up his feeling. Plus he was positive she saw him as nothing but a friend.

“I am sure we are all excited to discover who is going to represent Terrasen in next year’s olympic games.” Gavriel started, drawing the attention back to him “Some of you will go home and will have a lot to celebrate for. Having the chance to attend the olympics is the greatest goal for an athlete, it’s the prize after years of hard training and sacrifice.” His tawny eyes swept the group in front of him “For some of you it won’t be this olympic games, but I don’t want you to be discouraged. Keep training. It will happen.”

Rowan cast a side glance to Aelin and saw her head high and a hopeful face. He wanted her to get a spot too.

“Ok, people here we go.” Shouted Gavriel flapping a sheet of paper in the air. The list. The list of those who were going to the Olympics.

Rowan’s heart raced.

Gavriel went through the list and announced all the specialties for the guys. He was slightly detached until he announced his specialty.

“Men 100 and 200m butterfly,” Gavriel’s voice woke him up and he closed his eyes for an instant. That was it. That was the moment of truth. “Rowan.”

His heart stopped. He knew that there were other three guys in the team up against him for that spot but he had got it. He was going to the olympics. He turned to Aelin and the smile she gave him made the moment even more precious.

Gavriel started calling out the names for the relay teams and Rowan almost cursed when he was added to the freestyle one and then in the butterfly leg for the medley. He hated relays.

He took another step closer to Aelin “I have all my fingers and toes crossed for you.” He whispered to her.

“Thanks and well done for making the team.”

He nodded and went back listening for the female selections.

He zoned out until he heard the magic word freestyle and refocused straight away on Gavriel.

“Aelin will swim both 50m and 100m freestyle.” Rowan’s head flipped to her side. He saw her look at him with the biggest smile ever seen.

And then, his body moved of his own accord. He closed the distance between them and swept her in his arms, up high and tightened his strong arms around her body. She folded her legs around him and he started spinning in joy and then out of the blue he kissed her. Deeply, with passion and with all the love he had for her for a long time. Everything around them disappeared. There was only the two of them wrapped in each other arms and the taste of her lips on his. He had been dreaming about that for so long and it hadn’t disappointed.

“We are going to the Olympics.” He whispered against her lips.

“You just kissed me, Whitethorn.” She replied.

“Any complaints?”

“Yes, only that it took you so long to do it.”

Eventually he put her down and apologised to the team for the extreme level of PDA. Everyone had laughed and told him it was about time. Apparently it was not a secret that he was in love with Aelin.

“Ok, people Rowan finally made his move. Now let’s all go back to training. You won’t win a gold metal by sitting on the side of the pool relaxing.

Everyone scattered and Rowan went to the changing room with the biggest smile on his face.

He was going to the olympics and Aelin at his side.

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sunrisefairy · 4 years ago

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Secret moments

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader Summary: Sirius and reader are dating in secret and reader has had enough. Warning: just a big of angst, mentions of sex (blink and you’ll miss it), swearing, mention of alcohol.

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A volcano. You can feel it; in the pit of your stomach, angrily bubbling and ready to erupt, to destroy whatever is in its path and right now that’s yours and Sirius’ relationship. If that’s what you can even call it. You and Sirius had been friends ever since first year when you charmed his quill to squirt ink on his robes whenever he picked it up. Young Sirius was equal parts embarrassed and stunned when he locked eyes with the pretty young witch sat at the front of the classroom who shot a smirk and a cheeky wink his way. To this day Sirius doesn’t think he’s blushed as hard as he did in that moment. Almost instantly you seamlessly slipped you way into a tight knitted friendship with Sirius and the rest of the marauders, the 5 of you hardly to be found separately. You seemed to gravitate towards the raven-haired boy the most though, Sirius rapidly became your best friend and the two of you were joined at the hip.

About 4 months ago, you and Sirius crossed the line from best friends to something more when you shared a heated kiss after a late-night study session. The two of you promised it was a one-time thing… it wasn’t. Months of sneaking around, stolen kisses behind closed doors, quick fucks between classes and private dates when the rest of the marauders had detentions. Your secret relationship with Sirius started off perfectly, neither of you wanted the rest of the world to know, you were content with this just being something you and Sirius shared in private but that was 4 months ago. And right now you were over it, over having to watch girls and boys flirt with Sirius right in front of you, over making up excuses as to why you don’t want to swap saliva with the tall Ravenclaw James tried to set you up with, over being Sirius private girlfriend.

Which led to this moment right now, in your dorm room, fighting. Your blood was boiling and pumping rapidly inside your veins after having to witness Sirius decline another date from a pretty Hufflepuff. The air felt thick and heavy as your voices raised higher and got louder, you could only hope your conversation couldn’t be heard from the common room below.

“Are you ashamed of me? Is that why you don’t want to tell anyone about us?” the words jab at Sirius’ heart strings almost hard enough to make him stand down and wrap his arms around your smaller frame and whisper how much he cares for you. But his emotions have the better of him and Sirius Black isn’t one to back down.

He scoffs, masking the sharp pain stabbing his chest whenever he sees you upset and the knife in his heart twists knowing he’s the one causing your pain, “of course not! Sorry for not wanting to parade my girlfriend around like a piece of meat.” His voice is thick with sarcasm.

“Oh yes I forgot,” you glare harshly at the boy in front of you, “clearly my memory has failed me because you definitely did not like parading Julianne Sommers around when you were dating her in 4th year and definitely did not suck her face off and grope the poor thing every chance you got. And don’t even get my started on Jonathon Michaels in 5th year, how that boy didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen is beyond me because you liked to make it very clear the two of you were dating. Don’t give me that bullshit excuse Sirius because I know it’s not true. You had no problem letting the world know you were dating them, so what’s so different about me?” Your chest feels heavy and you’re tired; tired of this, tired of playing pretend.

Sirius knows very well the true reason why he wants to keep your relationship a secret and it isn’t because he’s ashamed of you or scared of the friendly teasing James, Remus and Peter will be sure to send your way. It kills him to see other blokes talk about how fit you are and whenever he sees you, he just wants to walk right up and cup your cheeks and kiss you so deeply everyone knows you’re taken. But the truth is, he’s frightened. He’s frightened because he loves you so fucking much and he’s never loved anyone like this. He never thought of himself as a coward. Sirius gladly punched Samuel Stevens (who is twice Sirius’ size) in the nose after he pinched your arse in 5th year, he’s never once backed down from a fight when someone is teasing Remus and never fails to stand up for Peter and will always stand by James’ side. But ‘brave’ Sirius Black is scared of loving you, in particular Sirius is scared of everyone knowing he loves you. Sirius Black is a coward because he’s terrified that if people and merlin forbid you, know about his love then that will destroy the bubble the two of you have created. And if staying in this private bubble and keeping your relationship a secret is how he can keep everything together then he’ll gladly do it. Because he can’t lose you, he can’t risk you leaving him, the thought of everyone knowing petrifies him. He’s worried that it will taint your relationship.

Sirius chokes on his words, because I love you, he wants to say but he struggles to get them out, in fear of ruining what you have but it seems he’s doing that anyway when you leave the room and slam the door on your way out.

….

“Oh my ghosts! You look stunning babes,” Marlene wolf whistles and grips your shoulders to spin you around wanting to see your whole outfit. “You trying to impress anyone tonight hun?”

You have to crane your neck to hear her over the music pumping around the common room. “Nope, no one to impress.” You mutter sadly. It’s been over a week since your fight with Sirius. Neither of you have made the effort to apologise, although Sirius might have tried once or twice but you refused to be alone with the boy. You were angry and pissed and needed Sirius to realise that if he wanted you then it was all or nothing. You were tired of hiding.

“Well, who needs stupid boys anyway when we have each other!” Marlene declares dragging you to the drinks table to pour you some of the questionable looking punch.

Most of the night is spent dancing on the makeshift dance floor with Marlene, Mary and Lily; hips swinging and hair flowing, seemingly not a care in the world. It was just the distraction you were after, although you knew eventually you were going to see Sirius, given it was a party in the Gryffindor common room you couldn’t expect Sirius not to make an appearance.

“Nice to see the boys finally showed up,” Mary comments nodding her head in the direction of the stairs which lead up to the boy’s dorm. The 4 marauders come clambering down the stairs clearly ready to have some fun. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see Sirius, clad in a dark button up which he might as well not even bother wearing with how many buttons he has undone, half his muscly, toned chest on display. His dark locks fall lusciously against his shoulders and if you look closely you can spot some black eyeliner that makes his piercing grey eyes pop even more, he looks utterly gorgeous and your heart plummets into your stomach at the realisation of spending the reminder of the night watching him flirt with people that aren’t you.

You don’t even notice Sirius push his way through the crowd towards you until he’s towering over you. He’s standing so close that you can smell his aftershave, it’s both intoxicating and comforting at the same time. After a beat of the two of you staring at each other with no words you realise how close you are, way too close to convince everyone that you’re just friends. However, after the fight you aren’t 100% sure if you and Sirius are even still dating. Just as you’re about to take a step back from Sirius, he brings his hands to cup your face forcing you to look at him. Your eyes widen as you stare up at Sirius and notice the familiar glint in his eyes, you know that look and any hints of uncertainty were squashed when you catch the way his eyes flicker down to your lips. It feels as it time slows to a complete stop when Sirius leans down clearly trying to meet your soft lips.

Your hands fly up and press firmly against his hard chest, halting his movements. You frantically look around the room and notice multiple pairs of eyes watching you. “What are you doing? There’s people here y’know?” You question, Sirius must clearly be off his face, too intoxicated to register the room full of people watching your every movements. Surely, he pregamed a little too hard and fully believes it’s just the two of you in the common room because why else would he be standing here with his large hands caressing your face so gently?

Sirius smirks, little did you know there wasn’t one drop of alcohol in his body, however he was drunk on you. “I know,” he whispers so quietly it was almost swept away before connecting your lips together in a deep kiss.

Sirius’ lips have always felt like home; warm and soft and never failed to make butterflies and fireworks explode in your tummy, his kisses always made your head dizzy and knees weak. You couldn’t believe you had gone a full week without them, without him. The music around you fades into nothing, all you can focus on his Sirius lips and tongue and how they dance against yours and his hands as they travel from your face down to your hips, clinging onto you as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. You let your own hands get tangled in his curly hair, determined to show him you don’t want him to go anywhere. Ever.

You find yourself chasing his lips when he finally pulls away, breathlessly. He chuckles at your movements and pecks your lips lightly twice before opening his eyes, he finds you already staring up at him confusion smeared all across your features.

“M’sorry for being a dick, I care for you so much baby and I was shit scared that if everyone knew about us then somehow it would ruin what we had and I’m terrified of losing you. But I realise now that I was throwing it all away by keeping you a secret, so I’m not going to do that anymore.” Sirius then looks over your head and nods at James. “Now Prongs,” James turns off the record player which causes a few people to groan at the loss of music. James gives Sirius a cheesy grin, you see Remus and Peter standing beside the bespectacled boy all 3 of them giving Sirius enthusiastic thumbs up.

You turn your attention back to Sirius who is now standing on top of the nearby table. You and the rest of the Gryffindor house all gawk the boy, uncertain what is about to happen.

“My darling Y/N, I want everyone here tonight to bear witness to what I’m about to say,” Sirius has always been dramatic and now was no expection. He clears his throat, raising his voice to ensure everyone can hear him, “Y/N L/N you are my everything and I love you. I’m sorry for being a complete tosser but it would make me a very, very happy man if you agree to be my girlfriend? Again.”

The smile that consumes your face is so big and bright it hurts your cheeks, you know you look like a proper sap but you don’t care, “get down here you big idiot so I can kiss you.” You motion for Sirius to join you again.

It was Sirius’ turn to grin as he jumps down from the table and makes his way towards you, “is that a yes then?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him, wrapping your arms around his waist, Sirius immediately wraps his around your shoulders giving them a light squeeze, “of course Sirius.”

Sirius doesn’t think his smile could get any bigger, well that was until he heard you mumble 4 words into his chest. He knew in that moment he was a complete goner for you. I love you too.

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hqshine · 4 years ago

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—Realising their feelings for you—

characters: Nishinoya, Tsukishima, suga

genre: angst to fluff?

type: headcanon

extras: wrote this cause i was in my angst feels guys, it’s raining what a mood. Anyways i’ve already seen all the requests and it’s gonna come slowly sorry ^^ Also i’m thinking about creating a tag list, if you’re interested please drop a message!

The two of you were close friends

both mature yet childish and stubborn at the same time

you’ve always felt differently with suga

sure he was your go to friend for any of your troubles and you’ve shared secrets with him that it almost felt like he was more of a best friend

but your heart always skipped a beat around him

he was always welcome to physical affection

When the team has movie nights, they would invite their unofficial member, you

during movies, suga would hold your hand or hug your waist loosely while you slept on his chest

which always made your heart flutter and you couldn’t even focus on the movie infront of you

but you’ve always known that Suga never felt the same that you did

He’d always tell you about a girl from this other class

She was pretty, smart, mature, reliable, kind

he would say

you’ve always kept quiet about your feelings, even giving him advice when he consulted you about confessing to her

One morning, suga came up to you. “I finally asked her out” he smiled brightly

your smile dropped and your heart raced

we’re you hearing him correctly

yes, you’ve always known that one day he was going to find someone

even her

but you just

didn’t expect it

“She said yes, Y E S y/n. God i’m so happy” suga exclaimed

his smile was the only thing that kept you from breaking down in class

“i’m happy for you Suga, last long” that was the last sentence you said to him

it’s been a few weeks, close to a month now

you knew avoiding him was...immature

but listening to him ramble about her, was gut wrenching

you saw them a few times, walking down the hallway, in her classroom

Suga tried reaching out to you but never did you meet his eyes once in the past few weeks

but recently your phone has been buzzing more than ever

it’s been irritating you and you’ve hardly touched it after suga started dating her

you sighed once more as another notification was sent in, telling you that you missed someone’s call and that they left you a voice mail

you opened up your phone and your eyes widened at all the messages from Suga

you played his most recent recording

“Hey y/n i know we aren’t exactly talking now...well s-she wasn’t exactly honest. I guess to her using me to make her ex jealous was such a great idea. I-i’m sorry that i’m the reason we haven’t been talking much. Ah, i-i also heard from someone about your—your feelings for me and i know this isn’t the best way to tell you, but i’ve been thinking a lot about it. I missed you these past few weeks. A lot. more than you can ever imagine. I missed your smile, your rambles about the lasted mangas you’ve been reading about, your homemade bentos you shared with me, your laugh, everything. You know what this wasn’t a good idea—i bet you won’t even talk to me after this. I’m sorry for not seeing it before, that the girl i really liked. Was you”

Your eyes widened as your phone slipped from your hand

his voice was shaky and it was obvious that he had been crying but, his message was still clear as day

You ran, all the way to his house

“C-come out” you panted into the call

“Y/n—y/n? wha?” suga said as you heard shuffling in the background

he quickly exited, and met with you

Your hair was messy, you were sweating in your hoodie and pajamas pants but you were still gorgeous, how he had never looked at you clearly before he would never understand

Suga immediately wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your shoulder

“I-in your voicemail, is it really true, do you really like me?” you asked him softly, your eyes welling up with tears

Suga looked up from your shoulder and and hugged your cheeks with his palms

“I know, i know it hasn’t been long since i dated her. But please give me a chance, please wait a little longer” he pleaded

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him close

“I will” you whispered

“Kiyoko-senpai, you’re so gorgeous as usual” Nishinoya exclaimed along with Tanaka, both following her around like a puppy

You bit your lip, looking down at your sketchbook instead to distract yourself from the pain

Harbouring feelings for the second year libero hasn’t been easy

Constantly hearing him compliment other girls, comparing yourself, new insecurities

you didn’t understand why you liked him to be very honest

but you were also lying to yourself

His energy, his comfortable vibe, his smile and his eyes made you fall head over heels with Nishinoya

“Y/n-chan, what’re you drawing today?” he shouted, coming up to you

“i’m not sure yet Noya-kun” The two of you were best friends since you two were young

He defended you against middle school bullies and the two of you have been inseparable ever since

You realised your feelings for him after coming into High school

which was when his crush for your senpai began

You had nothing against Kiyoko-senpai, she actually gave you some advice and helped you several times with your homework

but, it wasn’t nice hearing him compliment her, as selfish as it sounded, you wanted on of his compliments to be directed to you

After training, You and Nishinoya walked back home together since the two of you lived near each other

“Yuu?” you asked him as he hummed in reply

Your heart pounded, “c-can i tell you something”

it was now or never you thought.

He nodded and focused on what you were going to say, “I liked you since we entered high school”

Nishinoya’s eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks

you looked down, twiddling with your fingers

“i know you like Kiyoko-senpai, but it was something i just had to tell you because i didn’t want to risk our friendship.” you flashed a fake smile to him

“don’t worry, i never expected you to return my feelings. this won’t change anything, i promise. So, you can still continue to like senpai” you mumbled, feeling the tears pooling at your eyes

The whole time, Nishinoya didn’t say anything

his mouth was agape but he just couldn’t find the right words

you sighed, and walked away not before saying, “Have a nice holiday noya-kun” flashing him a fake smile

he could see your tears and he noticed your smile that was different

Nishinoya stood there, thinking about what you just said.

he closed his eyes and the memory of your tear stained face filled him with guilt

he knew he couldn’t return your feelings but, why did he feel so sad when you said “nothing is going to change”

The break wasn’t very, enjoyable

you worked different part time jobs while Nishinoya attended trainings

the amount of times he let the ball from the opposite team his the ground was uncountable

he could barely focus and he just stared as the ball hit the ground for the tenth time

everyone groaned, noticing how their libero wasn’t paying attention

he had even stopped giving out compliments to the beautiful manager during that time

the only thing on his mind was you

training ended early that day, as they wrapped up and Nishinoya apologised for not doing well

you blew out a breath of smoke as you stared at the christmas tree infront of you

It was huge and reminded you of the joyous occasion that was arriving

Usually, you and Nishinoya would be playing at the park, having snowball fights, making angels and snowmans, and falling sick together later on

You haven’t spoken to him since that day, because of your busy schedule and his trainings

You hid your hands in your pocket, noticing how cold it was

“Y/n” a familiar voice called out to you

You turned around to widen your eyes at the sight of Nishinoya slightly panting and in his training clothes

“N-noya? What’re you doing here, aren’t you cold?” he shook his head

taking out his gloves and reaching for your hand

“You always forget your gloves don’t you, ever since middle school” he slightly laughed at the memories

“i don’t like them, they aren’t comfy” you pouted and looked away

Nishinoya held your hands, “Y/n” you looked back at him

“it hasn’t been the same. Now everyday has been boring, distracting because i keep thinking about you.” he said

“i know i’ve always expressed my ‘love’ for Kiyoko-senpai, but the person that i really love is you” your eyes widen yet again. You shook your head

“No Noya, she’s perfect, good grades, the best looks, reliable, mature, kind? Why would you like me when you have her” you said sadly

“Kind, loyal, fierce, immature, stubborn, adorable, caring, beautiful, intelligent” he began listing

“Y/n, i love you and not because you’re perfect, you have qualities that make you, you. Qualities that i love about you. Most importantly, you’re you. The girl i had a crush on since middle school, since you offered me that star wars bandage after i defended you. I’m sorry for not realising it sooner, but please, let me make it up to you” Nishinoya said

his showed his desperation and his voice expressed his love for you

“of course, and i love you too yuu”

You were always by his side

you’d greet him good morning at the lockers and even sent him home

Tsukishima hated it

he found you annoying

like a leech he can’t get rid of no matter what

you didn’t know how exactly did you fall deeply for the cold beanpole but you certainly liked him a lot

from his honey blonde hair, his taste in music, his intelligence, sassy comments and precious rare smiles

you’ve always tried to get him to notice you, making him bentos, reaching school early to greet him and even following him home after his trainings

one day

“Tsukki, i like you, would you please go out with me?” you confessed to him. Your blush could not get any redder as you bowed

Tsukishima scoffed

“with you? seriously?” your hopes fell as you stood up but looked away

“i would rather date the king rather than you. You’re annoying and if i could get rid of you, i would’ve done it earlier” he spit out

each word stabbing you deep in the heart

he turned around and left

you glanced at the macarons you made for him and the letter that you had written

they were all dinosaur themed, hoping to gain more of his attention

You were crying by then

he really thought you were nothing but someone annoying

From that day on, you hardly spoke to him

Everyday tsukishima would turn up expecting to see your face again, but you were no where to be found

in the beginning, he was satisfied, realising he was able to chase you away. But slowly, he realised how disappointed he felt when he didn’t hear you greeting him and the sight of your adorable smile adorning your face

he realised he finally chased you away

now he walks home alone, whenever he turns around unconsciously you weren’t there, he could only feel your presence in his memories

“Tsukki wait for me!”

“Good morning Tsukki, i made you some cookies today”

Tsukishima sighed as he packed up his books, he was too lazy to buy his food at the cafeteria and you didn’t prepare anything for him so he could only starve till school was over

“Tsukki i heard some boy asked Y/n out” this gained Tsukishima’s attention as Yamaguchi returned from the vending machine with drinks

“i was buying the drinks when i overheard them” yamaguchi said

tsukishima didn’t do anything except for opening his drink

“tsukki you should talk to Y/n” yamaguchi advised. “She hasn’t been herself lately and the whole class feels it too”

Tsukishima took a sip of his drink

“Tsukki, are you okay with some other guy taking care of her?” Yamaguchi questioned him

that was what made tsukishima put down his drink

jealousy was all he felt

he didn’t like the thought of someone else making you smile, making you laugh. What if you left forever? for another guy?

Tsukishima immediately left to find you and dragged you away from the guy

“what are yo-?” you exclaimed as tsukishima slammed you against the lockers and placing his hand next to the locker beside you

“i take it back” he said

You were confused, “i missed you, i realised my true feelings when i didn’t have you. I need you, please give me a chance. i like you Y/n” he says

you smiled as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him

“One chance”

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cappsikle · 4 years ago

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backfired // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x reader

Summary: after a prank gone wrong, fred seeks warmth within your arms

Warnings: not that I can think of! - except that the ending is trash I’m so sorry. Also I can’t tell if I accidentally wrote Fred ooc so I apologise if I did.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: this piece is for @weasleysflowr‘s follower celebration!! thank you so much for letting me participating! This is actually my first time joining a celebration or writing event, so I was so stoked to do this! Congratilations on getting 300 followers, you deserve it <3

This took so long that Ayli is actually now at 400 followers!! So another celebration is in order! Congratulations 🥳

Prompts: “i’m not moving, your lap is comfortable” and “is that my sweater (jumper) you’re wearing?”

tags: @ryeryemilani @a-little-too-much just ask to be added!

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If there was one thing that could put a dampen on Fred’s day, it would be a prank gone wrong, and that’s exactly what happened. It was quite a shame, really, as both Fred and George had worked really hard on this particular prank. Everything was set perfectly, all the ingredients had been gathered, and everyone was in their proper place. That was, until Snape came looking for Filch claiming there to be an emergency. By the time the twins realised that Snape was in the place the prank was set to place, it was too late, leaving the seething professor covered in a sticky green goo, smelling like a dung bomb. They would’ve laughed, as the sight was quite humorous, but that victory was very short lived when Snape caught sight of them, immediately appointing them two months of detention.

Usually, the twins weren’t ones to care if they got detentions, but they had received two months, with Snape, no less. Yeah, Fred was in a foul mood. That's how he found himself trudging his way back the common room with hunched shoulders, a frown set deep on his face. George broken off the path to go find Lee to explain how badly the prank backfired. Fred was ready to just collapse on the couch and sulk for the rest of the day, not having any energy to keep up with the evening activities. That was his plan, but all thoughts of brooding left his mind when he walked through the portrait hole and saw you there, sitting curled up on the couch with a book in your hands.

Fred stopped at the entrance and took a moment to admire you, and the way the fire reflected off your face to the point where you looked like you were glowing. He took notice of the way your eyes skimmed across the pages, practically being able to see as the words you were so invested in sunk into your brain. He watched as you bit your plump lips in anticipation at a particularly exciting part of the story. And lastly, he took notice of the knitted jumper sat upon your shoulders, his knitted jumper. Suddenly, all feelings of frustration and defeat left his body, replaced with a more happier and lighter feeling. His heart thudded against his chest as butterflies swarmed in his stomach. Fred loved seeing you wearing his clothing.

You still hadn’t noticed Fred watching from the side, too engrossed in the story playing out in your mind. You were just getting up to the climax of the story, your heart racing as you impatiently read over the words. But you were interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat, followed by, “is that my jumper you’re wearing?” your head snapped up in alert at the source of the voice, your heart chattering for a different reason. Your cheeks filled with warmth at Fred’s words, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear in embarrassment.

Fred smirked at your flustered state watching your movements closely as you close your book and smile sheepishly at him. “Uhm... no...?”

“Are you lying to me?”

You hesitated for a second, finally coming clean with a sigh, “...yes”. you looked down at your lap sheepishly. In all honesty, you knew he wouldn’t mind, claiming on various occasions that he preferred to see you in his clothing. However, you took it upon yourself to sneak into his dormitory and steal this jumper right from his trunk.

Fred smiled to himself at your confession, opting to tease you more because, well, that’s who he is. But before he could get another word in, you perked up again, a glint of mischief present in your eyes as you asked, “So? How did the prank on Filch go?” And just like that, his sour mood had returned at the remembrance of the failed prank. Fred’s smile dropped from his face, carrying himself to the couch and practically flinging himself to sit.

He glanced at your lap, moving his arm to take one of your hands in his, just wanting to feel the comfort he usually felt when holding your hand. He took a moment to just admire how small and soft your hand was compared to his. You linked your fingers together, sensing that something wasn’t quite right. A look of concern passed your features briefly as Fred let out a groan, whining in frustration. “It didn’t go well. Snape came out of nowhere and told Filch he was needed elsewhere, which ended up in the prank going off on him. We’ve got two months detention now!”

You nod in understanding, lifting your free arm to run your fingers through his soft hair. In front of the fire, it was almost like his red locks had lit aflame. “I’m sorry your plan backfired, love. But two months detention isn’t that bad compared to what it could’ve been!” You tried to sound hopeful, wondering if your words had any effect on his mood, but you realised that probably wasn’t the best thing to say as Fred gave you an incredulous look.

“Please, enlighten me! How could have this ended any worse?”

You sat and pondered for a moment, not actually being able to come up with another option. “Ok, you’re right. It couldn’t have.”

“Seriously?!” you giggled at Fred as he bent down to lean his head on your lap, pressing his face into your knees. “You’re no help, you know that?”

You knew he was joking, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his behaviour. “Just think, both you and George will come up with an equally as good prank, one that won’t fail on you, and you’ll be out of detention in no time.” you brought your hand down to his head again, raking your fingers through his locks, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails as you do so.

Fred sighed deeply at the sensation, your fingers causing delightful shivers to run down his body. His favourite thing ever was when you played with his hair, and while he’s never admitted that he gathered you already knew. He didn’t respond to your last statement, preferring to just sit in silence, the only sound that could be heard was the cackling of the fire and each of your slow and steady breaths. After a moment or two of Fred laying in your lap and you opening your book again, he broke the silence, “oh, and by the way, I’m not moving, your lap is comfortable.”

You smiled to yourself as you turned a page, returning your hand to his head, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Fred shifted his body, so the back of his head was against your legs, and his face was facing towards the ceiling. He brought the hand in his hair to his lips, kissing your knuckles as you put your book down. “You know I love you, right, love?”

You smiled again and leaned down to connect your lips with his before mumbling against them, “and I love you too.”

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- Mills <3

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imkylotrash · 4 years ago

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Glitter In The Air

Pairing: Sky x reader

Request: The reader is the girl Stella blinded and no one believes her that it was Stella not even Sky in the beginning. But in the end they end up back together. Anonymous

A/N If you want to know where I took inspiration from, it’s Glitter in the Air by Pink 💛

Tagging: @grey-girl @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @intoanothermind @artsyle @baueoud @glowingatdawn

As you enter the dining hall, you feel everyone stare at you. You don’t need to be able to see to know you’re the centre of attention. You can still see shadows so your vision hasn’t been completely lost but Stella ruined your eyes forever that day. You’d never be able to see your mom’s face again or look at the boy you loved. You inch forward getting some food before sitting down. It’s only the second day since you got back, but everyone has treated you like a complete freak for those 48 hours. No one believed Stella had done this to you, not even Sky.

You’d spent months in the hospital waiting for him to call you or even just text you but he hadn’t. Instead you’d waited by the phone feeling lonely and pathetic. Of course, he didn’t believe you. No one did. Except he was your boyfriend when it happened and you really thought he would care. He was the only one you counted on to have your back but for some reason he took Stella’s side.

“Hey. Is anyone sitting here?” You look up before realising it doesn’t change much for you. It’s a habit that’s been hard to shake - the need to make eye contact, inspect the face in front of you. Having been robbed of the possibility, you found it mattered even more to you now than before.

“No, it’s fine.” You don’t recognise her voice which means she must be a first year. The only year that wouldn’t know what had happened to you. Carefully, you remove the sunglasses you’ve been wearing waiting for the person to notice. You’ve been told that your eyes look charred as if your eyes had been on fire. Suppose with Stella’s powers they had.

“What’s your name?” the stranger asks completely ignoring your eyes. It’s weird but nice. You like not having to explain it or be called a liar when people refuse to believe your story.

“Y/N. You?”

“Bloom. I just started and I didn’t see anyone I knew so I figured I could sit with you.” Of course, she thought so. It’s easy sitting down next to the outcast. Tomorrow, she’ll not want to sit with you when she realises what’s happened.

“Please. Don’t slum down.” Now that voice you’d recognise anywhere. A chill spreads down your spine just by hearing her talk. You can’t believe you have to go to school with the perpetrator just because she’s the princess of Solaria and you’re the poor girl who no one believed.

“Stella! This is Y/N. She’s really nice.” Bloom seems outraged over Stella’s comment but it’s far from the worst Stella has said to you.

“It’s fine, Bloom. I’m done anyway,” you smile before carefully following the wall down the hall. It’s a good thing you have a mental map of Alfea so you actually know where you’re going. You’d needed to learn it for a prank where getting away quickly had been crucial. That was when the two boys, Sky and Riven, still talked to you.

“1, 2, 3, 4...” You’re not prepared for someone turning the corner and walking right into you. If it hadn’t been for them catching you, you would’ve fallen ass down.

“Thank!” you exclaim finding your place on the wall again. You could go years without touching him and still recognise him immediately. Electricity cackles between your skin and his. He’s holding you so gently, you feel like crying again but you’re not going to. He had every chance to believe you and stand up for you, but he didn’t.

“No, I’m sorry. I should watch where I’m going.” His voice brings back memories you’ve been trying to avoid. Picnic on the field with you feeding him a strawberry and then absolutely cracking up because it turned out to be the most unsexy thing ever. Him asking you to close your eyes and trust him because he had something huge planned; a trip to Earth. That was the place he picked because he knew how much you loved small villages and the countryside in England was perfect for exploring and finding tiny villages that had stayed under the radar of tourism.

“I guess we’re both sorry then.” You don’t know what else to say because what do you say to the boy who refused to believe you when you told him how you got hurt? You wanted him to apologise and say he believed you. Instead he walks past you mumbling something about being late for class. You don’t meet him again until the specialists’ party. You hear Riven use your story as a horror story meant to scare of Bloom but if you know Sky right, she’s not even his type. That’s what sets this whole thing in motion. You’re about to leave when he corners you. His breath smells like cheap beer and punch letting you know that he hasn’t been taking it easy tonight.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers leaning his forehead on your shoulder. You want to push him away and tell him to never talk to you again but god, you’ve missed him.

“Sorry for what?” you ask standing completely still. It’s been months since anyone’s touched you. The doctors tried to but you hated being touched. Ever since Stella blinded you, you’d been struggling with being touched but Sky was the exception.

“Riven told Bloom about you and I defended Stella. But when I confronted her, she admitted to it. She admitted to blinding you and I didn’t believe you all those months ago.” You feel something wet hit your shoulder and it takes a second for you to realise that he’s crying. It’s hot, fresh tears because he didn’t believe you.

“Why didn’t you believe me when I told you?” This is not the right time. He’s drunk and emotional. Your therapist would most definitely scold you for this because all you’re doing is ask for trouble.

“Because I’m an idiot. I have no real reason other than I got swept away with everyone else believing Stella over you. I should’ve questioned her explanation much sooner.” It’s everything you’ve dreamed of hearing but it clings hollow when you think about the fact that he’s drunk right now. He might think differently in the light of day.

“You’re drunk. Come find me tomorrow if you still want to apologise then.” You gently take a step to the side breaking the contact between you and Sky. After that you go straight to bed anxious for the next day. Even if he shows up, it’ll still be a lot of work for you to be able to trust him again. He broke your heart siding with Stella and you’re not sure you could go through that again.

He finds you the next night asking you to follow him. It takes your breath away seeing his shadow but knowing you’ll never again be able to enjoy his face. You can’t believe how much Stella took from you that day and all because she was jealous.

“I still want to apologise,” he says once you’re finally outside. The moon is so huge and bright today that you can vaguely spot it. Something that doesn’t happen often anymore. The healers did an amazing job on your eyes even though they didn’t manage to fix them entirely.

“I never should’ve believed Stella. And I can think of a million excuse but you deserve better than that. So, I’ll just say that I’m sorry and I take full responsibilities for what happened between the two of us. I should’ve believed you and stood by you.” It’s nice for someone to finally believe you but you’re hesitant taking him back. What about next time something happens? Will he not believe you then?

“How can I trust that?” you ask.

“By letting me show you. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but I promise you this time I’ll be different. If you ask me to, I’ll do anything for you. I’ll climb up and bring back a piece of the moon if that’s what you want me to do.”

“What if I want the full moon?”

“Then I’ll bring you the full moon. I just need you to know how deeply sorry I am for ever hurting you and abandoning you when you needed me the most.” You don’t want this night to end. You’ve waited so long to hear him say this and now he’s saying everything you hoped for.

“I would need to take it slow. I want to trust you, but...” You wish he’d touch you so that you could him there. It’s not the same just hearing his voice.

“I get it. I wouldn’t either if the roles were reversed. But I promise I’ll spend the rest of our lives making up for this.” He’s close enough for you to feel his breath hit your skin. He’s letting you decide if you want to close the gap and in turn agree to a second chance.

“I can’t get hurt like that again,” you whisper fighting a losing battle against the tears forming in your eyes.

“I know, sugar.” You close the gap unable to resist any longer. Hearing his old nickname for you is what tips the boat. Some might say you’re an idiot for believing him and forgiving him but the heart wants what the heart wants. You want to give him a second chance to prove that’s matured over the past months.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance.” As you struggle a little to catch your breath, you can’t help but think that it’ll never be better than tonight.

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Various Males x Fem!ExModel!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You, a retired model get hired at Cloud 9 and, not-at-all-surprisingly, you get harassed by every allegeable (According to them) bachelor in the place- but god fucking damnit! You’re just here to get a paycheck??!

“You can’t knock ‘em out, you cant walk away,

Try desperately to think about the politest way to say,

“Just get out of my face,”, “Just leave me alone,”

“And no you cant have my number,”,

“Why?”

“Cuz I lost my phone.”

(Inspired by Lily Allen’s Knock ‘Em Out)

Includes (In order of appearance after the introduction bit): Sal Kazlauskas, Garret McNeil, Tate Staskiewicz, Isaac (And I think my favouritism here definitely bleeds through*Cough*), Elias Greene, Cory, Jonah Simms, and Marcus White.

Warnings: Sal, harassment (They leave after you say no though. Just to be sure)

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“And uh, yeah one last thing before we all hop off to work! We have a new Cloud 9 family member. Y/N! Would you like to stand up?” Glenn, the lovely man who took your interview a week ago and then went out of his way today to look for you out front in the morning to show you around quickly and guide you through clocking in, finds you in the crowd of workers and gestures for you to stand.

Oh, uh- uhh, okay! Up we get, then, you think as you stand up like he said and take a look around at all the judging eyes, which normally wouldn’t phase you but here is a lot scarier than what you’re used to. This an entirely different environment to getting up at a modelling gig- you know nothing about working this kind of job! You’ve never done it, so, you’re afraid they’ll judge you right off the bat and make it difficult for you to ask questions. And you can’t keep bothering Glenn- he has more important things to do.

Oh god, you hear whispering. You peer around. Where is that coming from?-

“This is Y/N L/N! She’ll be working with Go back’s today,” Right, Go Back’s Easy enough; Glenn explained them earlier before the meeting started. “So if you see her in your area- be sure to say hello and see if she needs some help, K? Good. We’re jazzed to have you with us Y/N.”

“Thank you!” You quip quickly, then sit down and focus on Glenn again, hoping dearly at the same time that attention disperses from you immediately.

Glenn smiles, glancing down at his clipboard for any last-minute messages. “Okay! I think that’s it, so- “

The whispering from before suddenly cuts off. “Uh yeah, question?” Glenn stops short when a man in the back kind of rudely cuts him off, but sighs out a ‘Yes, Marcus?’ as the woman beside him - Dina, - rolls her eyes severely. Oh, you let a tiny ghost of a smirk slip over your lips. That’s kind of a reaction, isn’t it? “Yo- new girl.” What- me- w h y- You immediately get awkward again and twist around in your chair, but don’t really know who to look at. Luckily the tall brunette in the warehouse uniform is pointing, so you figure it out pretty quick that that’s who you’re looking for, and calm down. Mostly.

Yeah? You raise one eyebrow. “Hi?”

He grins back to the right and the left of him, to his equally pleased buddies and pals, before raising a Vogue magazine- and it’s the issue on which you scored the front page. Jeez, that was months ago! “Is this you?”

A chorus of ‘Ohhhhh’ and general excitement travels around the room and for the first time ever, you’re half ashamed to admit that yes that is you. In your usual circle this is something to be proud of… but you get that it isn’t really like that, in non-modelling circles. In fact, it could be something to be embarrassed about.

Especially seeing that oh dude and his gang of Michael Myers fashion wannabes look like a hungry, dim-witted, wolves rather than plainly interested about your modelling career.

But, still, you smile politely and nod. Hopefully it’ll be forgotten before the afternoon, at least. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Nice.”

Hmm… you really, really hope that it’s forgotten soon, at least, as you turn back around to face the front again as Glenn sends everyone off to work. Because if not, then these boys are going to learn the hard way that models take self-defence classes religiously.

Or at least you are going to have a very uncomfortable day, which is just great. You groan inwardly at the thought, as you gather up your coffee from the table beside you and drop it in the trash can on the way out.

You’re just doing your own thing and someone

Comes out of the blue,

They’re like,

“Alright”

But he’s saying

“Yeah can I take your digits?”

And you’re like, “No, not in a million years, you’re nasty.

Please leave me alone.”

There’s already so many Go Back’s! You think excitedly, as you get to work looking for where things should be. You’re glad to have something to do- at your first job with Chuck E Cheese, before you got into the modelling thing, you were basically useless the first day because you weren’t allowed to grill yet, you didn’t know how to assemble, and they didn’t want you out on the floor for the birthday party that was happening, in fear that you would mess up royally. So you just sat around trying not bother anyone, and that felt terrible. So, wandering the aisles of Cloud 9 with a full shopping trolley searching for products and neatening things up? Sounds like a good deal to you. Yes please.

“Uhh, hi.”

You practically jump entirely out of your skin, hearing the voice right beside you and whip your head around to see a balding guy in a blue Cloud 9 jacket. Is this man licking his fingers!?

“Uh,” You step back with your brightest, most polite smile, picking something up from the Go Back’s cart and rounding it to put it between you and the man, before acting like you’re stupid enough to be putting barbecue sauce in the Barbie section, and then… “Oh, oops! Silly me!” You flash the guy a nervous look. “I’m still working things out… “

Well? Better to look like an absolute idiot, then be standing within grabbing radius of the creepy man licking his fingers that you’re all alone in the middle of an empty aisle with. “Um… so, what’s up? Did someone send you to find me, or… am I doing something wrong? You know better than me, after all!”

“No… “His gaze licks up your form and if it weren’t for all your ‘training’ in staying still and not feeling this kind of thing- you absolutely would have wigged out. “You’re doing fine… Just wanted to see you.”

Boy- if anyone else could see your face right at this moment, full of disgust and mild horror, you’re sure you would be YouTubes next hit. Or a meme. “Oh… “You nervously chuckle. “Um, well, I’m gonna… go… “You pull the trolley around so that you can back up out the back of the aisle and escape through stuffed toys, into the open but his hand comes down on the other end of the trolley- stopping it. Before you can stop yourself, verbal diarrhoea spews from your lips. “Glenn has my resume- there’s a photo on there you can have.”

“That’s okay I prefer them to be breathing.” Both his hands are on the end of your trolley now, tight so his knuckles turn white, and he’s breathing unnecessarily heavy. He’s even leaning over the trolley some like his body really can’t handle whatever terrible heat is plaguing it right now. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god… this is so gross.

“Well, that’s… u-understandable...”

He looks up into your eyes, now, and doesn’t blink. Who the hell is this guy?! “Say… “ Oh no, oh no- he’s coming around the trolley-he’s coming around-he’s close-too close-too close-mayday-MAYDAY- Slowly, in your face, he licks up his thumb, makes an ‘Mm,’ sound, and you deeply wince; So much so in fact that one of your eyes completely closes. “Could I take your phone number?”

You absolutely couldn’t have helped what happened next if you had wanted to.

“Eeeeuuuwwwwwwww no not in a million years, your nasty, please leave me alone!!” You exclaim in a high voice before abandoning the trolley and rushing off to customer service.

“No you cant have my number,”

“Why?”

“Cuz I lost my phone.”

By the time you got to the front desk, you had basically calmed down and were mostly just stressed that you left the Go Back’s behind- but still must look troubled as the guy manning the front desk makes a confused, half-concerned but mostly intrigued kind of face at you as you stop there. You’re about to explain your appearance - that or just shrug, not too bothered about reporting whatever mess that was. Not on your first day, at least. No way. - when his face relaxes, and he nods. “Ohhh. Damn, Sal got to you?”

Sal? Was that the guy’s name? You didn’t check. “Oh, was that his name? I was a bit too preoccupied by his eyeballs sucking out my soul, to notice his name tag.” Now that you’re thinking about it, though, you glance at this man’s name tag. Garret.

“Yep, that’s Sal. That’s just one of the wonderful things involved in working here that you’ll just have to get used to.” Garret grins, offering you a chill perspective with a side of cynicism. You sigh, truly feeling relieved that you’ve found a normal person and relax your back against the taller part of the desk.

“Brilliant.” The sarcasm drips off the tip of your tongue.

“You’ll have to deal with a lotta that here, though, looking like you do.” You turn your head to the side to look already exhausted just by the idea, at him. He shrugs. “Hey, I don’t make the rules. I just speak the truth.”

“God- I feel sorry for the other women working here.”

“Oh, no. They’re in a completely different wheelhouse to you. Sorry.” Garret leans on his forearms on the desk, and you roll over to lean on your shoulder and pay attention. “See, you’re a model- “

“I was a model,”

“You were a model- which through primitive male thought process makes you prime real estate. Whoever manages to ‘bag’ you, for lack of a better word I apologise, gets some serious bragging rights.” He shrugs, and looks vaguely apologetic but still some how shameless as this utter bullshit slips out of his mouth. “We can’t help it- some of us don’t even know we’re doing that, but we are. Actually, I’m probably the only one who’ll admit it… which… kinda makes me your best option. Self-awareness, and all that.”

Oh. A dry laugh comes out of you as you feel a text come through in your back pocket and pull out your phone. As you see that its not an urgent message, you immediately put the phone back and glance around for any supervisors before returning to your conversation with Garret. “Oh- of course it does.”

“Exactly!” He grins, and you can’t tell through his expression at all whether he’s genuinely this clueless or if he’s just shooting his shot. “So- “

“No, you can’t have my number.”

“Why?”

Deadass, in a very monotone voice, you say: “I lost my phone.”

Then the two of you just have a stare off for a minute. Garret because he just saw you use your phone, and you because you wont back down.

“Oh yeah, actually yeah I’m, I’m pregnant. I’m having a baby in like 6 months, so no. Yeah, yeah… “

“You know,” The chemist pipes up from behind the Pharmacy desk as you put back some pill boxes he said were fine to return to the shelves, and you glance over at him to show you’re listening, and check his name tag. “I myself considered a career in modelling, before this. People even say, now, that I could model.”

Oh boy. You think, fighting not roll your eyes. And how old are you? Early 30’s? I don’t think so buddy.

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t recommend it.” You flash him a nervous grin before returning to your shelving. “You’re good for, like, 3 years. But then you hit 22 and unless you look like Victoria Justice shared with you whatever youth fountain she got chucked into, then you have to find something else to do with your life- despite having nothing to fall back on.” Okay… so… I might be a bit bitter.

Tate chuckles - and oh boy, he sounds just like your old manager. Totally fake, -, hiding his hands in his lab coat pockets. “Yeah, you’re probably right… Besides, I got the better end of the deal, anyway. Doctor for the doctors, they call us.” They call Pharmacists that? Who? That’s news to you. “Ahhh, yeah… I’m doing pretty well for myself.”

“Yep.” Forcing a fake smile his way, you leave the shelf you were stocking and get closer to the desk to stock another, as Tate’s eyes follow you waiting for encouragement of some kind. Doesn’t he have a job to do?? “You chose well!”

“Yeah, thanks. I know.” Ffffff-f a r out. This guy! “You know, you and me, we’d make a good couple.”

Oh? Dear god? You pause your shelving in surprise at the bomb this man has just dropped so casually, fish oil tablets paused on their journey to the shelf mid-air. Could Garret’s crazy-pants theory have been right?

“Ohh,” You giggle nervously, returning to work a bit faster now. “I don’t know. I think for a pharmacist like you, I would envision, like… “An actual doctor? No, I can’t say that. “A personal trainer, or something. Keep you both healthy all-round, you know? Now that’s a power team.” As long as that personal trainer has humility enough for the both of them, at least.

“Mergh,” He makes a face, like ‘What the heck are you talking about??’, before shaking his head of the things you just said and leaning over the desk towards you. You keep packing, even faster now. Like the Flash. Go! Go! Go! Death Con 5!! “So, whadaya say? I could pick you up Friday after work, and we could head up to one of my timeshares?” He says that like it’s such a selling point! You think, fighting off the powerful urge to laugh but still feeling the panic deep in the pits of your soul. “Stake it out together for the weekend? Get to know each other?”

“Uhh… “Excuses! What are they? You slowly stop stocking, turning around to face him and crossing your arms. The man deserves to at least be faced as he’s rejected; You’re kind enough to give him that, at least. “I’d love to! But, the thing is… “Chewing your bottom lip, you think hard.

Ding Ding Ding!!

“The thing is, Tate… “You fake some nerves, now. “I’m actually, uh… “You look up, face relaxing. “Pregnant.”

Oh boy, the way that man recoils at that word, like a terrified, disgruntled, blonde hedgehog. You’re going to laugh so hard about it, later!! “Oh.”

“Yeah! Oh, I mean, yeah… I’m gonna be having a baby, in like, 6 months so… yeah… Yep.“ You shrug to him, as if its just so unfortunate. “Shame.”

She looks in her bag, takes out a fag, tries to get away from the guy on a blag,

Can’t find a light.

‘’Here, use mine.’’

‘’See the thing is I just don’t have the time.’’

Ahh, lunch. Now you can check your texts! Hmm, you look through your notifications and gradually lose excitement. Mum… mum… mum… phone bill company… friend… mum again…

Ah, the glamorous life of the famous.

You roll your eyes, and get to responding to your mothers texts about dinner and when you’ll be home and how your first day is going, not noticing the not-so-jolly, not-so-green-(unless-you-meant-pot) giant approaching you. When you finally finish responding to both your mum and your friend, you put your phone away and start unwrapping your lunch- a typical ham sandwich that you’re actually pretty excited about. That’s one good thing about your sudden drop in financial status; You can put in your damn sandwich as many pieces of ham and cheese as you like. Grinning excitedly, you pick it up and have it halfway to your mouth before another person - a very heavy, large person, - drops down beside you on the bench you’ve commandeered behind the store. You close your mouth without any delicious lunch inside it and look up, politely to the person who’s joined you.

And all you can think, is wow.

He could put you in a suitcase and walk off with you right now and have no problems.

That’s wow.

“Hi! I’m Y/N,” You introduce yourself, offering a hand for him to shake.

“I know.” Oh, well yeah okay that’s understandable. Glenn did introduce you to everyone this morning. Despite the man’s less-then-excited response, he takes your hand in his and shakes. It makes you all giddy inside, honestly. So b i g. “Names Isaac.”

Do you remember Isaac in the breakroom this morning? You wrack your brain for him, because surely if he was there you noticed him-

Oh. Yep, you remember him. He was one of that Marcus-Dude’s pals chuckling and whispering behind him. He was one of the men that had the magazine with you on the front, and if there’s one thing you know about men who carry Vogue in their locker’s it’s that they fit into only 2 groups- interested in fashion, obviously… and interested in the women. And this man clearly is not interested in fashion. Immediately, on this realisation, you feel disappointed- you really could have liked this man right off the bat…

But it looks like he’s just going to be another of the men at this store you have to get to know, before becoming friendly with.

“So,” He starts, and you fight off a wince. Hopefully, you don’t know what’s coming. But… the likeliness of that is not high. “You wanna go out, some time? I’m a big fan of your work.” He smirks.

“Oh, ha ha.” You laugh sarcastically, shaking your head and returning to your sandwich. You take a bite and- Ahhhhhh, so worth the wait. Oh my god. Food orgasm. “At least you’re honest!”

“Yeah, so is that a yes?” His face brightens a smidgeon, which is a lot seeing as he doesn’t seem to be totally all there, in the first place.

You look up at Isaac, and look apologetic. He was honest with you so its only fair that you’re genuine with him. “Sorry… “

“Ah- actually, I don’t know if this’ll change your mind, but I have 2 weeks to live, so… “

Never mind on that honesty thing, then.

Dull-eyed, you stare up at him. “… Uh-huh.”

“Its true! I have, uh, cancer.” He insists, nodding his head and forcing his eyebrows up his forehead all serious-like.

“Cancer.” Right.

“Yep.”

Right, time to look in the bag... You start to wrap up your lunch again - sadly, as now you’ll have to wait until the end of the day and the bus ride home to eat it, - and plop it back away in your bag, getting up and pulling out a cigarette instead- that should hold you over until the end of the day. “My lunch break is actually over, so I should go- Damn, where’s my light?“

Isaac rifles through his pockets until he pulls out an old looking neon orange lighter, and offers it to you. “Here, use mine.”

Oh, no. You stare at it like a deer in headlights. If you accept that, like you really want to right now because it’s been a month since your last smoke, then you have obligations to sit with him for another couple minutes, at least.

Aghh… You groan and whine on the inside, before making up your mind and flinging the cigarette into a puddle. “See the thing is, I don’t actually have the time-”

“Go away now, let me go.”

“Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?”

“Ughhh… “This one has been giving you looks all day, but had no courage until now to speak to you- but the thing is? He didn’t have the smarts, either, to take off his wedding ring at least before he decided to be a bastard and bother you. So you feel absolutely no regret about being exactly as dismissive or plain rude, as you feel. “Elias? Go away now.”

The nervous man, who’s been ringing his hands this whole time and stuttering through failed date requests that you pretended you didn’t understand because of his struggle, gets panicked. “Just let me ask!- Will, will you go out with me?”

“No.” You yawn, dropping a piglet toy into a basket.

“But!- “

Turning away, you start pushing your trolley along to get to the next aisle. “Let me go.”

“We can go wherever you like!”

Sighhhhhhhhh. You turn around and grant him an audience, putting your hands on your hips and raising you brows at the wedding band on his left hand.

“Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?”

“Please fuck off.”

Oh good god in heaven, they’re going bigger with their proposals.

“Y/N! Will you go out with me?”

This man, Corey, has grabbed the announcement phone now that you’re walking away, making you freeze like the dad possum in Over The hedge and seriously consider playing dead, too, as you slowly turn around to look at him again.

Oh, if only looks could kill- he would be so dead that even Vlad the Impaler’s victims would laugh.

This is your first day, and the fact that you’re being harassed by multiple stupid men is bad enough but now he’s calling attention to you like this? Glenn’s going to think you’re a troublemaker!! Jesus fucking Christ- you need this job! Corey continues to talk into the speaker phone, even as he looks into your eyes and sees his death. “And… now… you’re looking at me like that, so uh… I’m just gonna… say please?”

… “’Please’ fuck off.”

“Yes ma’am-“

“Go away now, I’ve made myself clear.

I don’t think so.

Nah its not gonna happen.

Not in a million years.”

Since the run-in with Corey and the following spike in your blood pressure, you’ve calmed down again. But now you’re looking into the two faces of a ‘Mateo’, who you apparently work with, and a ‘Castor’ who does not work here and is not shopping but is still in your face and is t h i s close to feeding that ugly tie to his cousin.

But, still, you’re going to stay graceful, because Castor constantly looks like he’s 3 seconds from pooing himself. “Now please go away, now… I think I’ve made myself clear.” By explaining, politely, that you aren’t looking for a man but thank you for the offer, Castor.

“Oh, but you haven’t heard what Castor does for a living! He’s in insurance,” Mateo explains to you, like this is some huge game changer. When you don’t react, he adds that there’s good money, insurance.

You almost laugh. Does this boy really think you’re such a gold digger? Boy- if I wanted riches then I could’ve easily become a C-Class actor who has no skills in the area, but is pretty so gets praised like she does- like a lotta my model friends.

Instead I’m here, at Cloud 9.

Come to your own conclusions.

But instead of saying that, though, you just shake your head nervously. “I don’t think so… “

“But!- “

“Nah… sorry, its… not gonna happen… “

“But Castor is- “

“Not in a million years… “

“Aw, no. I gotta go. My house is on fire.”

Now, at least this one is respectful, you think, listening to him talk about the products you’re shelving together. He had come over and offered to give you a hand when you looked confused, as a ‘Cheyanne’ had handed you a scanner earlier and then promptly ran off, despite your utter incompetence. You were so relieved that this guy turned up!!

“… so, you just punch in reduce .50, and scan! Its pretty easy, if you have it properly explained to you. I- I was actually in the same situation, as you! When I first started here, except I ended up, uh, reducing all the items in electronics to 15 cense rather than discounting it all 15 percent.” A grin spreads across your lips at the story, and thank god that Jonah had turned up before that happened to you and, with your luck, you got fired for it.

“Oh no!”

“Yeah- Amy, our uh, floor supervisor, was pretty cranky with me about that… “He laughs himself, resting his hands on his hips; Still looking nervous at the memory.

You look back down at the scanner you’re holding and shake your head. “Well at least you know, now! And thank you so much for coming to my aid, haha. I was so lost- you’ve been a huge help! A life saver, truly.”

“Yeah… “ He gives a cute little, reserved smile. “So, uh, its basically the end of the day! Hope you’re first day hasn’t been too strenuous. At the end of my first day, I know I was tired. But I got to go out with a couple of the other employees and have a drink, to destress. If-If you were free, we could… do something. Together.” Your eyebrows slowly raise up your forehead at that, and you turn to look up Jonah, sceptical. What was that? You sure have had a long day, and its about to get a lot longer if this boy is asking what you think he is. “Sorry! Sorry, that sounded weird. Um, I guess what I’m really asking, is… would you like to, I dunno, go out with me sometime? I know some great places.”

Oh, noooooo! You cry, on the inside. You thought you found a normal one!

Still, he is being so nice… The least you could do is let him down easily.

“Oh, Jonah, I actually… oh- sorry.” Your phone beeps in your pocket and you take it out quickly to have a glance - its just your mother… again, - … and suddenly get an idea. Feigning shock, you quickly put the phone away and put down the scanner. It’s time to clock out and go home, anyway, thank god. “I have to go! That was my mum, uh- I really have to go!”

“Wow, wow, wow, what’s wrong?? Can I help with anything?”

Oh… he looks so concerned. He’s sweet.

But before you can rethink your words, this living horror slips out. “My-my house is on fire.”

Oh god, you’re a horrible person.

“I’ve, I’ve got herpes. No- Syphilis!”

Oh thank god the day is over. Rolling your shoulders back, you kneel down at your bottom locker, open it up and take out your bag. Now you can go home and put on Gotham on Netflix, wear no pants and eat thin mints until you fall asleep.

When you get up, you aren’t watching out for a man to be standing barely half a foot away from you - Your mistake, obviously, - so you jolt right out of your skin when you see him and curse. What is wrong with these men? Does Cloud 9 offer complimentary staff ninja classes along with their lack of health insurance? Man, classy company. “Sorry!” You look up past the coveralls after stepping a safe distance back from him, and immediately feel dread deep in your chest. “Oh, hi. Marcus, was it?”

“That’s me! How was your first day?” He asks, seeming polite enough despite the fact that you’re cornered between tall boy and the lockers. And you’re too tired to try and slip away- this boy will get out of your way.

“It was good! Thanks for asking. I’m ready to go home and collapse, though.” You admit, shoulders dropping and a tired smile on your lips. Mmm… thin mints… bed… blankets… Cory Michael Smith… I can taste it… Marcus just needs to get out of my way.

“I hear that.” Evidently not quite as deeply, though, as he moves on pretty fast. “Listen- I was thinking if you’re into it we could… go out, some time.” He tilts his head forward to clarify, “On a date,”, in case that part hadn’t translated, and chuckles. “We could see a movie or get drinks, or something, I don’t know. How about tonight?”

T-tonight? The word nearly slips from your lips; All disbelief and tears and exhaustion, included. You’re so tired. “Um… you know, tempting offer, but um… “He looks so hopeful. It nearly changes your mind. “Not tonight.”

“OH! So like, tomorrow?” Oh christ- “Cuz I’m supposed to watch Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here with my mum, but… no, I can blow that off! So, tomorrow?”

You take a deep breath, not really knowing what you can say. “Marcus… “He raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “… I have herpes.”

“Wait, what??” He steps back, nearly tripping over a table in his fear that just being near you will cause him to contract the disease, and you let your guard down in relief. Yep, for sure, definitely. If it makes him back off, then yes- you have herpes. You have a raging, festering case of herpes.

“Yeah! Or-“ Squinting, you pretend to sift through your brain. “Was it Syphilis?” This boys eyes basically bulge out of his head and you’re totally going to laugh about it later, but right now you have to get out of there. You waive your hand dismissively and walk on by him towards the door like you don’t have a care in the world. Before you leave though, you turn around a flash Marcus a big smile. “Either way, ew, right? Well, see you tomorrow buddy! Gotta go! Enjoy I’m A Celebrity with your mum.” Then you’re gone.

Tomorrow is going to be a much better day, once that rumour is properly spread.

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