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shuadotcom · 3 years ago

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Stuck | MYG (2)

› Summary: When Min Yoongi’s parents arrange for him to marry their top business competitor’s daughter, he’s less than thrilled, but being the filial son he is, he does what his parents ask to keep the business successful. You’re much less receptive to the news, and it takes your parents threatening your fortune to get you to go along with it. As expected, things between you and Yoongi go from bad to worse. It only takes half a year before it all comes to a head, leaving you both exhausted, heartbroken, and unsure of how to pick up the pieces.

› Pairing: Yoongi x Female!Reader (nicknamed Peach)

› Genre: Angst, fluff, arranged marriage au, chaebol au

› Rating: PG-15

› Words: 11k

› Warnings: Profanity, toxic parents

› Note: F I N A L L Y HERE IS PART 2 OF MY Sons of Midas COLLAB FIC😤 For whatever reason, this fic really beat my ass. I hate how long it took me to write it, but every time I opened the doc my brain all of a sudden didn’t know how to function?? 🥴 BUT SHE’S HERE. I’m gonna be real with y’all, I have no idea if Peach and this Yoongi (Poongi? Yeach? Thanks I hate both options) will make a comeback in any of my future fics, but if they do, it won’t be for a while. I love them but I need a break from them lol.

Thank you soooo much to my wonderful wifey and Peach stan @agustdealer and my precious lovelies @oftenderweapons & @lavienjin for being my wonderful betas!!! I tagged everyone I could remember that asked! Thanks you all for waiting and reading!! ❤️❤️

PART 1

› Taglist: @jwlmnbt @jalexad @siadreams @elyte @neverthefirstchoice @angeltothecore @hello-kittyy @superperfectionnut @630wrld @sugarkive @taegigucci @leanimal90

You’re not running away. That is absolutely not what you’re doing. Just because you packed two big suitcases when you got home, bought a one-way ticket to Antigua, and are on your way to the airport doesn’t mean you’re running away. You sent a text to the group chat with your friends as you were in the car going home, telling them you’re leaving for a while before putting your phone in airplane mode and turning it off completely.

If you were running away you wouldn’t have told anyone that you’re leaving, obviously.

You just need time away. Time away from your overbearing, insufferable mother who will no doubt be blowing up your phone any second now. You’re sure that the videos of you and Yoongi screaming at each other have already made it online. That only means that your mother will either see it when browsing online, or someone will send it to her. This, of course, will lead to furious phone calls and text messages, probably blaming you for fucking up the business image once again. You’ll deal with that when you’re back.

You need time away from life as Peach Y/l/n. You just want to be Y/n in a place no one knows you. No pressure to always be made up and schmooze with every wealthy person you’ve ever met. No image of your own or your family’s to uphold, no paparazzi in your face at every turn, just waiting to crucify you for your next scandal. No offspring of other wealthy families trying desperately to get into your pants for notoriety or a quick fuck. It’s draining and you’re at your wit's end.

You need the most time away from anything that is Min Yoongi. You’re tired of thinking about him and talking about him and being reminded that he is your legal husband. You’ve had your fair share of issues with partners, but the way that you and Yoongi treat each other (yes, you acknowledge it’s your fault) is poor and it’s exhausting. The mental and emotional toll of being married to Yoongi has aged you at least fifteen years. He can divorce you and ruin your family business merger for all you care. He can slander your name and trash you to any press who will listen. He can do whatever the fuck he wants as long as it’s away from you.

That’s why you’re taking such an impromptu vacation in a place you’ve never been to. You want to lie on the beach and forget your problems. You’ll deal with your mom, your life, and Yoongi when you return home, but for now, you’ll focus on yourself.

Yoongi is a huge fucking asshole. He knows this. He knew this as soon as all of the vile things he said to you slipped out. He knew before you even opened your mouth to retort and before you even threw your drink at him. Now he’s standing in one of the bathrooms on the boat, blotting at the wet spots on his suit, wishing he could turn back time to before he acted like complete trash to you.

But, he can’t. He said awful things to you and just watched as you built even higher and stronger walls, and pushed him away even more. Yoongi hates himself knowing this — that he’s the one that keeps fucking things up over and over again.

“What is wrong with you?” he asks his reflection, getting no response. Your words about him seeking therapy ring in his ears, and he thinks that may be for the best.

While it’s still on his mind, Yoongi fishes his phone from his pocket and sends a text to Tzuyu asking her to email him a list of the best therapists in town tomorrow morning. When he gets the text back that she’ll have it for him as soon as she can, he lets out a sigh. It’s not going to magically fix anything between the two of you, but it’s a start. Maybe if he’s a little less broken, you’ll be willing to work on things with him.

Yoongi would be a liar if he said he wasn’t very obviously still holding on to feelings for you. Why does he have to show this in the worst way possible? He doesn’t have the slightest clue, but he knows something is wrong with him and for you, he’ll fix it.

After exiting the bathroom, he is painfully aware of the eyes that follow him as he leaves the ship. He already knows people were recording his entire fight with you, and he’s willing to bet that tabloids are soon to follow. He needs to get home and start working on damage control before this spirals even more out of control than it inevitably will get.

Once he’s seated in the small boat to take him back to shore he toys with the idea of texting you that he’s sorry or that he’ll make everything up to you but decides against it. He knows you well enough to know that any response he’ll receive will be anything but positive.

As expected, the paparazzi are still at the shore, snapping more pictures as he beelines to his waiting car. Before his driver shuts the door, he hears plenty of questions.

“Why did Peach leave before you?!”

“Peach looked upset when she left, did you two fight?!”

“Are you getting a divorce?!”

The last question makes him frown, but he tries to shake it off. He won’t divorce you unless that’s what you truly want. He’s lost in thought, you on his mind when his phone starts ringing.

“Jimin?” he asks, answering the call on the second ring.

“Yoongi, get to the hospital now!”

“What?”

“Jungkook and Candy were in a car accident! Everyone is on their way — get here now!”

“I’ll be there.” Yoongi curses before he hangs up and tells his driver to take him to the Park’s hospital.

His driver gets him there in record time, Seokjin pulling up to the curb at the same time. Yoongi and Seokjin nod at each other, worry etched all over their faces as they rush inside, frantic to find their friends.

Upon entry, Yoongi locks eyes with Jungkook’s girlfriend, the woman that he had just warned Jungkook about hours ago.

Yoongi isn’t sure if the anger he feels upon seeing her is coming from the intense worry he’s feeling for his friends, the fury at himself about the way he last ended things with you, or the exhaustion he feels about what’s to come when his father finds out what happened, but he already didn’t like the girl. It all bubbles over when he sees her.

“No. What the fuck is she doing here?” Yoongi sneers, rushing over and giving Hoseok a look for an answer. His friend gives him nothing, so he turns his attention to her. “Get. Out.”

“No,” she says to him, standing up, arms crossed and frown strong.

He doesn’t have time to get into it with this girl, opting to beckon security to take care of her instead. He walks off after letting out a harsh laugh, more so at her blatant disregard for his words.

The guards don’t even question him when he approaches, explaining that there’s someone that’s not family or friends trespassing. They make quick work removing the two-faced woman from the hospital, a smirk on Yoongi’s face the whole time. He feels a twinge of what he thinks is guilt once she’s finally gone and winces. It’s not that he doesn’t usually feel guilt, but as his friends like to joke, he barely feels anything in his cold, dead heart. He frowns for what feels like the hundredth time tonight and pushes that away.

His mind refocuses on his friends as he gets comfortable in the chair next to Hoseok. This is cut extremely short when Yoongi’s phone rings, his father’s name on the screen. His body sags in exhaustion as he tiredly answers.

“Min Yoongi, what the fuck is the meaning of this video?!” His voice booms through the receiver, both Seokjin and Hoseok eyeing him as his father yells.

“I know that it’s bad and -”

“Oh yeah? Then why the fuck did it happen?!”

“Father, it was an accident. Y/n and I just had a small disagreement.”

“Aboard a ship where the children of every business partner of mine in the goddamn country happen to be! This isn’t the first time the tabloids have been sniffing around your marriage!”

“I know.”

“So then why does this keep happening, Yoongi?!”

Yoongi closes his eyes, his brain struggling to come up with an answer that his father will find acceptable. Of course, this isn’t possible, as nothing is ever acceptable to his father — especially when he’s angry.

“I’m sorry,” is what he settles on saying.

“You will be if you don’t do something about this. Do a press release or find a photoshoot of some sort for you and Y/n to do. I don’t know, just take this harsh spotlight off of us.” The line clicks dead after that, not so much as a goodbye is offered to Yoongi.

Letting out a heavy groan that he feels in his chest, Yoongi leans his head back against the wall, wishing he was anywhere in the world than in this reality.

“I assume that was about the fight with Peach on the boat?” Seokjin speaks up, glancing at Yoongi.

“Yep and I assume you already know how CEO Min is taking it.”

“About as well as he takes any criticism about your family.” The two men share a bitter laugh. “The usual, ‘Yoongi get your shit together’ yelling.”

“Not to take his side, but your dad’s right.” Hoseok pipes up, the man looking worse for wear from his spot next to Yoongi. “You like Peach. You’ve told us as much these past few months. Hell, you had a crush on her before you ever even spoke to her. But all you keep doing is being an asshole and pushing her away. If this moment right now has taught me anything, it’s to get things right with the people you care about.” Hoseok sounds sad as he says this, no doubt his worry for Candy driving him mad.

“He’s right,” Seokjin agrees. “We all know you used to have a thing for her. And you’ve told us yourself that you feel something for her. So do something about it that doesn’t include calling her a whore and nearly getting murdered by her.”

“Oh yeah, you’re lucky it was just a drink,” Hoseok tiredly jokes. “If she had had something sharp on her, we may have been here in this hospital for you.” The three men laugh before Hoseok turns serious again. “We’re not here to be your marriage counselors, but if you do actually care about her maybe do something about this. And you better be lucky Candy can't check her phone right now because you'd already have had a shitstorm thrown at you about what you did.”

Seokjin and Hoseok are right. This is the worst scenario to happen for things to slide into perspective for Yoongi, but he does need to fix things with you. Not only to get his father off of his back, but he knows that making it all up to you is most important. As bad as your last fight was, and how many terrible things he’s said to you, he would lose his mind if he was coming to the hospital to see you because you were in an accident.

“You guys are right,” Yoongi groans. “She’s not going to answer my calls right now though. She’ll probably tell me to eat shit and die or something.”

“Yeah, that’s something she’d say,” Seokjin chuckles. “Give her a day or so. She put up with your cranky ass all these months so I’m sure you can work it out.” Hoseok agrees and the three of them fall into silence as they await news on their friends; meanwhile, Yoongi’s mind immediately goes to you and what you’re doing. Are you home already? Have you fallen asleep or are you thinking of him too?

“Miss Y/l/n, we’re here.” The voice of your driver wakes you from your small nap as you look up at your apartment building. You tiredly thank him and step out of the car door he’s holding open for you. Taking both suitcases from him, you wheel them into the lobby, greeting your doorman, and heading straight to the elevators.

While your month away was much needed, it also did very little to help completely clear your mind. Your days were filled with massages and spa trips at the resort, eating fancy meals, and even a few activities held at the resort with other guests. The problem is that when you weren’t doing these things, you still found yourself dreading what you needed to deal with when you returned home.

Manicures and seaweed wraps weren’t enough to clear your mind. Neither were any of the people who hit on you while you were away. You wanted to accept the advances that were thrown your way - or at least you thought you did. You were polite to anyone who came up to you. There was even a fair share of men who approached you that reminded you so much of Yoongi that you had to reject them especially. Whether you’re still changing as a person or you’re letting everything get to you, you found yourself having no interest in anyone. Who even are you anymore?

Back in your apartment, everything is just as you left it. You wonder if anyone has been by and almost go ask the doorman, but you stare at your phone in your hand instead. You still haven’t turned it on, feeling utterly terrified of what awaits you. Taking a deep breath, you power the device on, and plop onto the couch, waiting.

As soon as your lock screen appears, notification after notification starts to light up the screen. You unlock the device and watch as the notification number on your messaging app goes up and up. Scrolling through, you see texts from, Candy, Honey, Swan, and a few other casual friends. Your mother’s assistant has texted you and of course the she-devil herself. Your father even messaged you which surprises you, but it’s the text notifications from Yoongi that have you freezing.

You’re oh so curious about what he could have to say, so you open his messages first.

[Sep 3, 12:29 PM] Yoongi: Hey, I know I was a complete and utter asshole to you the other day. I can’t tell you how sorry I am over a text message, so if you don’t hate me too much, can we talk?

[Sep 5, 6:27 PM] Yoongi: Peach can we please talk? I haven’t come by because I’m trying to respect you. Please.

[Sep 7, 10:10 AM] Yoongi: Hey I just came by but you didn’t answer and I don’t blame you. I’m begging Y/n, can we please just talk? You don’t even have to answer me, just let me say what I have to say.

[Sep 8, 11:05 AM] Yoongi: Okay let me just say what I need to over text since you clearly don’t want to see me which I get.

[Sep 8, 11:06 AM] Yoongi: [voice memo sent]

Hitting play on the voice note, you turn the volume up to listen.

“Okay, This is really hard to say, but I’ll cut to the chase. I’m a terrible person. I’ve treated you horribly and I took all my problems out on you and I’m so sorry. I know an apology doesn’t mean shit if I don’t actually change, but I will. I’ll show you and make a bigger effort to prove I’m not just the shitty rich guy that treats his wife like she doesn’t matter. And I don’t want a divorce. But if you want to, then I will - I’ll sign the paperwork, but I don’t want to. I want to work through all this and I still want to talk in person, but this is what I wanted to say. I’ll give you time and leave you alone.”

Yoongi doesn’t want a divorce.

This realization makes you feel some indescribable emotions. Hopeful? Optimistic? You’re more of a glass-half-empty person, so hopefulness and optimism are foreign feelings to you, but they sound right. You’re feeling unsure as to how exactly Yoongi will be able to atone for the shitty things he’s done, but you know you’re not going to just let him waltz in and play with your emotions anymore. You’re not that type of woman and refuse to let a man that’s confusing your feelings for him make you one.

Glancing back at your screen, you go back to your text messages, seeing Yoongi texted you again a day after that voice message, begging you to at least acknowledge you are reading his messages. He then texted you a day after that saying he talked to Candy who told him she knew you were away since you texted them. He respects you not telling anyone where, but he is still worried.

There are more scattered texts from him throughout the month, saying he hopes you’re okay and that when you’re back and ready he wants to talk to you face to face and that he still means everything he said in his voice message. One of the last texts he sent was two days ago, saying he misses you and he’ll be there when you’re ready.

Biting your bottom lip between your teeth, you reread that last text. The urge to hit the call button is strong, but you push it back to glance at the rest of the messages. All of your friends sent you messages checking in on you, missing you, and hoping you’re okay. It’s a text from Seokjin to you and your friends that catches your attention first. It was sent thirty minutes after your text telling the girls you were going away.

[Sep 1, 11:36 PM] Seokjin: Candy and Jungkook are in the hospital. I’m on my way there now.

Your eyes widen and you scramble to Candy’s contact, calling her immediately.

“Look who it is!” she says instead of “hello” when answering.

“Are you okay? I just saw you were in the hospital!”

Candy chuckles. “Oh, yeah. The night of Jungkook’s party when you made your great escape, he and I got into a car accident. We’re both fine now, but I’m not going to lie, it was scary as hell.”

“Holy shit, I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I was just — I needed to get away.”

“It’s okay. I know you’ve had your own drama to deal with. Did leaving help?”

Sighing, you lie back on the couch. “Yes and no. It helped except when it didn’t. It wasn’t as much of a vacation as I wanted it to be.”

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, Yoongi was losing his shit when he couldn’t get any answers from the fifty million texts I know he sent.”

“Yeah, I saw them. I don’t know what to make of it, honestly. I thought it was obvious he hated my guts.”

“I know it seems like that and I’m not trying to make up an excuse for him at all. I’ve known Yoongi since we were young and honestly, he needs a good therapist and some deep self-reflection. And I mean… you do too, you know.”

“Hey, we’re talking about Yoongi!” You say with faux-offense, knowing she’s right.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Anyway, he has a lot to unpack in that big, yet stupid brain of his and he shouldn’t take that out on you. But he doesn’t hate you. He does care about you even though he’s a complete asshat at showing it.”

“Asshat doesn’t even cover the way he’s acted.” You both laugh before you let out a groan.

“I should talk to him shouldn’t I?”

“Only if you want to.”

“You think he still wants to even though it’s been a month?”

“Peach, he’s been in absolute shambles not knowing where you were or what’s going on. There’s no way he changed his mind in the last two days.”

Knowing that Yoongi was so eaten up by your absence made you feel a little better about your confusion surrounding your feelings for him. You say goodbye to Candy and hang up to take a shower and properly decompress from traveling before reaching out to Yoongi to have a talk you’ve been dreading.

This has been, by far, the hardest month of Yoongi’s entire life. Not even the most critical of essays in college that he procrastinated finishing until a month before can measure up to the month he’s had. He’s incredibly grateful that Jungkook and Candy recovered as quickly as they did from their accident. There’s no way he would’ve survived that on top of not knowing where you are and if you’re okay.

When he did find out from Candy that you left the night of Jungkook’s party and hadn’t been seen since, he started to panic a little. He went to your apartment after learning this and waited outside of your door. He remembers standing in front of it, pressing his ear close to the wood and hearing nothing.

Yoongi found himself stopping by a few times after that, hoping that he’d see you coming home and even catch a glance of you. He only did that for about three days before he slipped up and mentioned it to Hoseok who told him to stop. He reminded him that you needed time and that he needed to remember the person you are. After what happened and with you being you, you'd reach out to Yoongi when you're ready to speak, and he just needed to deal with it for now.

So he said he’d wait for you and he did. The whole month you’re gone, Yoongi throws himself into things for him. He works hard at Min Electronics, essentially hoping his hard work will stop his father from asking him about you. Both your families know you’re still gone and that Yoongi doesn’t know where you’ve run off to, but if he works and stays out of his father’s line of sight he’s hoping to be left alone. He released a statement a couple of days after Jungkook’s party, apologizing for making a private disagreement public and citing that your relationship is fine and that you are on a self-care vacation. He leaves it at that and refuses to comment on anything further.

In addition to work and occupying his time with his friends, Tzuyu finds him a few therapists to try. While they’re all just fine, Yoongi only truly clicks with one of them. Dr. Lee isn’t young but also isn’t so old that Yoongi feels that he doesn’t listen.

Yoongi meets with him three times a week to start and while he is typically one to bottle any semblance of emotion up, Dr. Lee makes it easy (well, easy-ish) for Yoongi to unload what’s in his head. Yoongi’s realistic and knows that talking to a shrink won’t cure him of his many issues magically, but even after a single session, he feels just the smallest bit lighter. He can’t place it, but it’s something. He just wants so badly to be better, finally. He needs to fix himself - not only for him but also for you. He can’t keep hurting you. He won’t.

After finally stopping himself from texting you as much as he did for the month, he finds himself still thinking of you. It isn’t until a couple of days into October that he finally cracks and needs to stop by your place, just once more. He vows to himself that if you aren’t there, he’ll stop until you decide you want to speak to him.

It takes you a couple of days of sleeping and resetting before you’re ready to see anyone. You plan on it being Yoongi, but your mom has other plans, bursting into your apartment as you’re eating breakfast on the couch.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to come home.”

“You didn’t even knock,” you moan, placing your bowl on the coffee table.

Your mom scoffs at this. “You have some nerve saying that. After what you did.”

“What I did? What did I do?”

“You’ve been gone for a fucking month with no phone call, no texts, no nothing! Your father and I had no idea where you were, your little friends didn’t know, and not even your damn husband knew where you were!”

“Because I didn’t want any of you to know. I purposely disappeared. I needed alone time.”

“You’re so selfish, Y/n!” Your mom snides, her temper flaring. “How dare you run out on this family like that!”

You feel your blood boil at her words and the way she screams at you immediately sends your defenses up.

“What family? This whole fucking bloodline only cares about power and money! You and dad were never happy and guess what? That shit trickled down to me and I live with that! The fucked up view on the world and relationships that I learned from you affects me every day in everything I do! We were never a family!” You’re off of the couch now, face to face with your mom’s furious face. You curse yourself for the way your eyes begin to sting.

“Your father and I’s relationship is none of your concern, Y/n! You need to focus on doing what needs to be done for our image and our name!”

“That’s all I’ve ever had to do and I’m so tired! I’m tired of being treated like a pawn in this business and socialite game!”

“You wouldn’t have any of the nice shit you do without this game or without us!” Your mom clutches her bag, looking just as angry as you, but you refuse to bite your tongue.

“But I’ve never had a choice! I’ve always been told how to act, what events to go to and everything was just handed to me! What choice did I ever have? I had nothing but privilege, a cold household, and being raised by a nanny because my father is too busy signing contracts and my mother is too busy with literally everything that isn’t her daughter.” As hard as you try to fight it, you begin crying, nose stuffing up, and vision blurring.

“I just… wish I was normal sometimes. I don’t expect you to magically embrace me and for us to go on mother-daughter trips together, but fuck I just wish I knew you loved me or something.”

Your mother stares at you, not having moved from her spot on the other side of the room, but her expression softens the tiniest bit.

“You don’t think I love you?”

“How could I?! You constantly treat me like a fuck up and you constantly talk down to me like I’m some random asshole on the street. Do you know what that’s like? My own mother has never hugged me. You were probably overjoyed when you thought about me being gone for good and not able to ruin your image anymore.” Something stirs in her eyes that seems like a semblance of emotion.

“Y/n,” the edge in her voice seems to shift. “I was worried when you were gone. I -” she is cut off by her phone in her hand. She glances at it and then back at you.

“Just go. Do what you always do.”

She wants to say something else but decides to turn her back and leave instead. Once she’s gone, ugly cries leave your mouth. Your legs, feeling boneless, collapse under you and you’re on the floor. You’ve never once told your mom how you truly feel about her and your childhood. Having the words come out to the person that needed to hear them makes you feel empty in a good and bad sense, but you don’t regret a single word. You’ve done your part and the rest is up to her.

The encounter with your mom wasn’t a long one, but it was plenty emotionally draining. You spend the rest of the day moping around your apartment before you eventually fall asleep on the couch. Knocks on your door wake you up the next morning, or early afternoon by the clock on your phone.

Dragging your groggy body up, you’re surprised to see Yoongi when you look through the peephole. Heart racing, you weigh opening the door versus keeping it closed. You want to speak with him about everything, but after the day and shitty sleep you had, you’re honestly not sure if you can have a coherent adult conversation.

Waiting a few seconds before you open the door, you peek out when you finally do and you see Yoongi has already started walking away, but he turns when he hears you.

He freezes, reminding you of a deer in headlights, looking at you and wanting to say something. He doesn’t and neither do you, but you walk back into your apartment and leave the door open behind you.

Sinking into your couch, you wait and a few seconds later, Yoongi enters after you. He cautiously perches on the chair diagonal from you, not quite sitting comfortably. He looks ready to dart out of the door at any minute if this conversation goes south.

The only sound that’s heard is the tv going on a reality show you fell asleep to.

“I’m glad you made it back home safe,” Yoongi speaks first. His tone is hushed as if he’s approaching this conversation gingerly.

“Yeah. I got back a few days ago.”

“Where’d you go, if I may ask?”

“Antigua.”

“Did you have a good time?”

“It was fine. I just needed alone time.”

Yoongi lets out a hum and nods, eyes drifting to the tv.

“Yoongi,” you start. “I don’t have the energy to argue with you. Even though in my head I’m cursing your ass out and possibly leaping over this couch to choke you out, I’m too exhausted. What is it that you want to talk to me about?”

“I’m sure you’ve seen my texts when you were gone. I just wanted to apologize and tell you that I don’t want to get a divorce. I will, if you want, but I don’t want to.” His words are genuine and his expression seems sincere.

“I don’t think I want to either. But then where do we go from here? I’m not about to move back in with you and pretend we’re some happily married couple because we’re not.”

“I know, I know. I don’t expect you to because I know that wouldn’t be accurate. I wouldn’t want to either. I think we need to just, I don’t know, get to know each other more? We knew of each other before all of this and I feel like we never honestly got to know each other.”

“Other than hurling insults and a couple of customized gifts,” you chime in.

“Right. But I’m working to be better. I’m in therapy.”

“That’s good. Just know though if we pick this back up, I will not tolerate you speaking to me the way you did before — not again. I’m not your emotional punching bag. You can’t just take your baggage out on me.”

“I won't, I’m sorry. I can’t express how sorry I am. I hurt you so much. I was the worst husband to you and an even worse person and I don’t know why, but I’m so sorry.”

“How do I know anything will change? I thought we were okay until you slut-shamed me in front of an entire boat of people.”

Yoongi winces as if he’s been punched, but you don’t take back your words.

“I can show you that I’m fixing myself. We can stay in our own apartments until we’re ready and I won’t stop apologizing until you tell me to and I’ll mean every word.”

“So how do you propose we go about all this?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe we can go out on dates and get to know one another. I can show you how I’m changing and learning to be less shitty. I’ll even say that if we go out on these dates and you find out that you really, truly don’t want anything more to do with me, then we can go through with the divorce if you want.”

You mull his words over. He has a point — you don’t truly know Yoongi other than what the last six months showed you which was mostly negative. You can’t deny the feelings that haven’t gone away for him, so maybe this isn’t the worst idea.

“Okay. Let’s try dating and go from there. I think that maybe I should also talk to someone about my… everything going on.” You gesture to yourself from head to toe.

“We can work on ourselves and each other together,” Yoongi says, hope clear on his face.

“The second you disrespect me, we’re done,” you warn, standing firm in your words.

“Yes, of course. I won’t hold you with me if you don’t want to. I promise.”

“Alright, we’ll see.” The tiny smile that dances on Yoongi’s lips almost has you smiling too, but you bite it back.

“Will you go out with me this weekend? I’ll take you wherever you want.”

You think, surprisingly coming up blank rather quickly. This new state of mind you’ve entered is leaving you no desire to go to any of the places you usually go on dates or to hang out.

“I’ll go out with you, but you decide. Just figure it out and tell me a time and I’ll be ready to go.”

Yoongi blinks, seeming surprised at your answer, but recovers quickly, agreeing. “Okay, I’ll text you. Saturday night?”

“Saturday night.” Yoongi doesn’t answer, just smiles at you again and this time, you do smile back. In the last half a year you’ve been around Yoongi, you can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him genuinely smile at you and he’s done it twice already.

He leaves soon after, even though you could feel that he wanted to stay or say something else, but you don’t stop him.

After Yoongi’s gone, you’re alone with your thoughts again and you contemplate calling your mom to have that conversation next. Ultimately, you opt not to. Whenever she decides to stop being so stubborn and uptight, she’ll reach out. If you’re lucky, it’ll be some sort of apology, but truthfully, she’s more likely to call and act as if nothing happened. Whatever the case, you won’t be reaching out first. Instead, you decide that it’s time to get some help and start a search for therapists in the area.

Nervous doesn’t even begin to explain the way Yoongi feels when he shows up at your apartment on Saturday. His tie feels much too tight and his loafers feel far too pinchy. The vice grip he has on the bouquet in his hands may very well kill the flowers, and the sweat beading on his hairline is likely causing his hair gel to liquify.

Taking a deep breath, he brings his hand up to knock, the sound seeming much too loud in the quiet hallway. You answer rather quickly, Yoongi’s mouth going dry at the sight of you. He texted you a few days ago telling you to dress nicely, but you didn’t need to be too fancy. You’re somewhere in the middle in a black, fitting skirt and equally as fitting blue top that compliments your complexion wonderfully.

“Hi,” you say first, eyeing the flowers.

“H-hey. These are for you.”

“Wow. Pulling out all the stops, huh?”

Flushing, Yoongi scratches the back of his neck. “Well, you know, I wanted to do this right. Proper date and all.”

“Mmhmm. Let me go put these in the kitchen.” Yoongi doesn’t miss your smirk as you disappear back into your apartment.

Once you’re back and your door is locked, the two of you head towards the elevator and downstairs. Yoongi decided to drive himself, running over to open the passenger side door for you. You don’t have any comments, you just throw him a lopsided grin as you get in.

“So where are we off to?” You ask once en route. He hadn’t told you where you’d be going, just the dress code.

“To that new steak and winery place. They offer wine tastings in a nicer part of the restaurant after dinner so I thought that’d be nice.”

“I do love good wine. So far so good.” You move to fiddle with the dials on his radio after, the atmosphere in the car lighting significantly. Yoongi can’t remember the last time one of you wasn’t upset or feeling ready to rip the other’s head off so it’s a start.

Dinner also goes smoothly. No threats, no yelling, no glasses being thrown. Yoongi tells you that therapy is going well and that if he’s not there or working, he’s with friends. He mentions Namjoon and how he’s also finally seeking help for his problems. He can’t help but gauge your expression, the lingering curiosity of how you may still feel about him and if your brief hookup still lingers in your mind. Luckily, you don’t seem particularly interested, remarking that it’s good he’s finally getting the help he needs.

You mention that you have your first therapy session tomorrow and how nervous you are, saying how you’re not completely ready to divulge all of your family issues. You tell him about the argument with your mom earlier in the week after she dropped by unannounced. The tone of your voice is casual, but he can tell the situation is sitting heavy in you even though you try not to show it. Having seen the way your mother’s words have impacted you in the past, Yoongi is almost certain that there’s more going through your mind about the situation, but he won’t push you about it.

Once you arrive at the restaurant and are seated, Yoongi changes the subject to lighten the mood, asking you more about your trip.

“Not gonna lie, it was pretty boring. Like, I wish I had picked someplace else. There’s only so many beaches and spa trips you can make before it’s all repetitive, you know?”

“No extravagant shopping trips or fancy dinners?”

“Oh yeah of course,” you share a chuckle. “But doing it alone wasn’t that enjoyable. I left to get away and get some alone time, but it was my first solo vacation which wasn’t as fun or special as I thought it’d be. Like, they had a zipline tour thingy and swimming with stingrays, but maybe I don’t know how to have fun alone because I didn’t wanna do those things with just me.” You shrug, sipping your water.

“Well, maybe one day you and I can go together and do that stuff.” Yoongi mumbles, half-hoping you don’t hear him.

You do, though, and eye him cautiously over the table. “Maybe.” It’s said casually, but not negatively so perhaps it’s something you’ll consider one day.

It’s your turn to change the subject then, pushing Yoongi to tell you more about his hobbies. He mentions his love for all things music - not just piano - and basketball which you seem surprised at.

“Wow. I never expected you to be a jock.”

“And why not?”

“I mean the whole suits-buttoned-to-the-very-top-button, serious resting bitch-face thing isn’t what I imagine when I think of sports players.”

“You know, the same could be said for the wild party girl who actually likes to read books and…” He trails off, hoping you’ll fill in the blanks with other hobbies of yours since he only knows the one.

“Do art.”

“Really?” Yoongi is shocked, not being able to remember seeing anything art-related in your room when you lived together.

“I’m an artist in my head, at least. I was always getting straight A’s in art class in school because I loved it. I even did some painting in my free time after I graduated, but with my mom being, well, my mom, I really didn’t get a chance to go into it more, and then I just kind of dropped it.” Yoongi notes the sad sag in your voice as you recount a forgotten hobby.

The conversation continues after that about other much more positive stories you both decide to share. Yoongi likes to think that taking time away from one another and meeting in a mutual, stress-free environment also contributes to your much more favorable interactions.

Soon, dinner is over and you and Yoongi are being escorted through the restaurant and to a side room where a few other people are sitting at the waiting tables. Waitstaff brings around wine flights once everyone is seated as another employee in more formal attire talks to the room about the wines in front of you.

Surprisingly, the rest of the evening is delightful. Yoongi wonders if it’s the many wines you sip on that put you in an even better mood, but he’ll take any good interaction with you that he can get. On the ride back to your apartment, you plan another date. This time it’s your turn to pick, and you tell him you’ll figure something out in a few days and let him know.

He walks you to your door, says goodnight, and waits until you’re inside before he leaves, feeling optimistic about your relationship for the first time since you got married.

The sheer fact that not once during your first date with Yoongi did you call him an asshole is surprising. You’ll admit, you did go into it with an arsenal of insults in the back of your mind in case you’d need them, but when you didn’t, it flustered you a little. It’s not as though you want to always be at odds with Yoongi, your track record just isn’t great. But, your first official date that isn’t a forced event by your families ends up revealing a much softer side of Yoongi that you had only ever caught glimpses of.

This afternoon, you decide to open yourself up to more and have Yoongi take you two to the local art museum. His eyebrows are practically in his hairline once you arrive at the destination, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“You should be flattered, Min.” You point out as you’re walking together, taking in the art. “I’ve never told anyone that I’m into art like this.”

“Really? Not even Candy or Swan?”

Shaking your head, you stop in front of a particularly beautiful painting. “Candy, Swan, and the other girls are great, but I’ve never really let anyone in. Blah, blah, blah, trauma and trust issues from my youth or whatever. It’s nothing personal against them, I just never felt like I could, I don’t know.”

Yoongi’s standing closer now, so close you feel his body heat radiating off of him. “You can be open with me. No judgment here.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, turning to face him. “You sure? The last time I got too comfortable with you, I kissed you without your consent and we verbally assaulted each other.”

A frown is etched onto Yoongi’s face at your words as he turns to face you too. “Y/n, I’m sorry. Again, I handled so many things with you wrong.”

“It wasn’t just you Yoongi. I was super shitty too.”

“Yeah, but I was shittier.”

Pursing your lips you contemplate for a second. “Yeah, you were.” He withers, looking guilty. “Calm down. We’re working on fixing the past, aren’t we? Let’s just focus on righting all of your terrible wrongs.” To stop him from saying anything else — like he looks like he will – you grab his arm, dragging him to another part of the museum, and share more of your art knowledge.

With a second date down and a third on the books for later in the week, you and Yoongi seem to be doing well so far. You can’t say for certain, but he does seem to have changed, even if just a little. You’d like to think you’ve changed too. Dr. Byun listens to you when you go on tangents in the few sessions you’ve had so far, and it feels as though she’s the first person to ever genuinely listen. She doesn’t ask you about the latest parties or fashion trends or make you practice things you should say or how you’ll behave. You’ve only talked to her about bits and pieces of your childhood, but it still feels like more than you’ve given nearly anyone.

You just finished a session and decide to get back into a comfortable headspace by watching trash tv. After finishing off dinner and preparing for bed, pounding at your door nearly jolts you off of the couch.

Approaching as quietly as you can, you peek out of the peephole and see your mom’s chaotic appearance. You hadn’t seen or even spoken to her since the last time she stormed out of your apartment. Truth be told, you awaited the day that you would receive a text banning you from the family and telling you that you had 30 days to move out of the apartment your parents pay for.

As soon as you open the door, you see she’s crying. She pushes past you and stands in the middle of the living room.

“Mom? Is everything okay?”

“Y/n…” Your mom starts as tears fall. In your twenty-something years of life, you don’t think you can ever remember a time when you saw your mom cry. “I’m sorry! I’ve been terrible to you! I’ve been the worst mom in the whole world!” Dropping her bag on the floor, she rushes over, pulling you into her arms. You freeze in her embrace, letting her cry on your shoulder and you can smell the alcohol wafting off of her like perfume.

“Mom, have you been drinking?” You ask even though you know the answer.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to me! I didn’t know you felt any of that about me or how you grew up - I just thought you were fine with the way things were.” She sniffles, and you can feel her tears soaking the shoulder of your t-shirt. “I’ve just been thinking and thinking and I just started drinking because I wanted to stop thinking, but that didn’t work so I got a ride over here.”

“I don’t know what to say right now. I’m sorry about what I said to you, but I won’t take it back. I’ve been holding all of that in for years and you needed to know. The way you feel right now is the way I’ve felt my whole life.” You’re just being honest, but this causes your mom to sob louder.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” She wails. You decide to shuffle with her over to your couch, setting her onto it as she cries into her hands. This has got to be one of the most uncomfortable moments of your life.

Your mom, the most cold-hearted person you’ve ever met, is crying in front of you on your couch because you told her about your feelings. This will be something you need to bring up in a therapy session in the future.

To your surprise, your mom stays on your couch for another hour, spending most of the evening crying until she eventually falls asleep. You let her stay, covering her with a blanket and leaving water on the table for her.

Retreating to your room, you get ready for bed, itching to tell someone. You’re not sure who, but your finger ends up pressing Yoongi’s contact once you’re under the covers.

“Hey,” he says on the second ring. “What’s up?”

“My mom is over.”

“Do you need me?” Panic is in his voice, which makes you smile.

“No, no. We didn’t fight. She showed up here, drunk off her ass and crying about how much of a terrible mom she is.”

“Wow. Is this because of the stuff you said to her last week?”

“Yeah. I just didn’t think she’d take any of it to heart.” You sigh and there’s silence over the phone. Why had you even thought to call Yoongi? “Well, I’m gonna go…”

“O-oh yeah, okay. Are we still on for Thursday afternoon?”

“Of course.”

“Great. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Night Yoongi.” Once the call is over you find yourself thinking of Yoongi up right until you fall asleep.

Your mom is gone that morning, but she texts you an apology for showing up the way she did and says she wants to talk to you properly later. You accept, agreeing to meet her for lunch at a restaurant of her choosing.

When you arrive, she’s sitting, sipping on water and looking as poised and put together as she usually does. Nothing like the distressed woman that barged into your home the night before.

“Hi,” you greet as you sit across from her. A waitress appears almost instantly, eagerly taking your drink order. After asking for lemonade, you and your mom sit in silence before she clears her throat, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Y/n, I want to apologize again about last night. I shouldn’t have shown up like that.”

“It’s alright. I’ve been around worse drunks.”

“Be that as it may, it was still inappropriate. But, I did have time to properly think about the things you said to me and I also want to apologize for that. I suppose things were difficult at times when you were growing up and I simply didn’t realize it.”

You just barely stop yourself from making a snarky comment. You’re trying to be better in your relationships — the one with your mom included.

“Thank you for acknowledging it.”

Your mom nods and then the waitress is back with your drink and taking your food order. Your mom orders a salad and you ask for a pasta dish. All apologies aside, you don’t miss the judging expression that sticks to your mom’s face when she hears what you want to eat. You’ve seen the expression enough to know what she’s thinking - no doubt counting the calories up in her head.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t have a scathing comment to provide once the waitress leaves, even though you’d been waiting for it.

“So I hear you and Yoongi are seeing each other regularly?” She says instead, jumping right back into business mode.

“Yeah, we’re working through things. Taking it slowly to get to a good place. We haven’t had any more fights for once.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. Your father and I were worried we’d be hit with divorce papers when you ran off.” Because it’s bad for the business, not that she cares about your marriage — this is what she’s thinking and you know it.

“No, no divorce right now. But how are you and dad?”

She visibly bristles at the question. “We’re fine.”

You mumble a “that’s good,” knowing full well that they’re not. ‘We’re fine’ means they’re just as cold to one another as usual and she probably hasn’t spoken to him in days.

The remainder of lunch goes as expected. You eat, you get more judgy stares from across the table, and your mom runs her mouth about the business and new deals and the other trivial shit she always talks about with you. No more questions about how you are, how Yoongi is doing, or even your trip. The apology itself from her is a feat on its own and did seem genuine, but that’s all it was. An apology. An apology about the past and what’s been done, but it ends there. Aside from the lack of meanspirited commentary, everything seems to be the same as it was. This is disappointing, but not surprising. The apology is probably the best you’ll get out of your mom for now, if not for the foreseeable future, but it’s something, right?

“Yoongi, your father wants to see you.” Yoongi is working on a new proposal for his father when his assistant pokes her head into his office.

“Thank you, Tzuyu, I’ll be with him in a minute.” The brunette nods, leaving him to finish typing the last sentence on his document. He’s been working hard on this proposal for a new business partner for the whole week and he’ll be using it to show his father that he is completely capable of taking over once he finally retires.

“You wanted to see me?” Yoongi steps into his father’s office after knocking and the older man holds up a finger as he finishes a phone call. He bids farewell to whoever is on the other line and waves his son into the room.

“Yes, I just wanted to check in with you. I heard that Y/n has returned and that you two are on good terms?”

“That’s correct.”

“And there is no divorce in talks, is that right?”

“Yes, we’ve been working on things.”

“Good. My offer still stands though. If the two of you need a marriage counselor I have a few on my roster I can recommend.”

Gritting his teeth, Yoongi declines, once again. He already knows whatever marriage counselor he is to see from the recommendation of his father will be sure to report back to Mr. Min with whatever it is the two of you talk about. Yoongi has done a good job of keeping the specifics of his marriage to himself, only sharing the broader details even with his friends.

“If you insist. Though I did expect that to be your answer, since you’ve been seeing a therapist on your own, isn’t that right?”

Scowling, Yoongi immediately raises his guard. “How do you know that?”

“Didn’t you know? There was an article about it. Someone from the press published a story, albeit a small one, about seeing you going into a therapist's building recently.” His father peers at him over the rim of his glasses.

“No, I wasn’t aware until now. If you must know, yes I am seeing a therapist.”

“Just make sure this doctor of yours knows to keep their mouth shut. We don’t need anything that you talk about getting leaked. We’ve had enough negative press thanks to that troublesome wife of yours.”

Yoongi feels anger course through him at his father’s words and he speaks before he can think better of it.

“First of all, Y/n is not troublesome. And did you happen to forget that we’re married because you arranged that?”

Mr. Min scoffs. “Yes well, we all make mistakes now don’t we? You can go now. We both have work to do.”

Feeling brave enough for once to continue, Yoongi doesn’t leave and instead uses this opportunity to say what else needs to be said.

“She isn’t a mistake and I am going to ask you only once not to speak ill of her. We’ve had trouble, I’m not denying that, but no one is perfect and as I said, we are working on it.”

His father studies him, taking in his words, but most likely not processing them. “Yoongi, I will not be engaging in whatever argument you are trying to start. Go back to work. I hear that you have some sort of big proposal for me.”

Fists clenched, he nods. “Yes. It’s for a new business partner. I am considering it my first large partnership before becoming CEO.”

“Assuming I grant you that,” his father chortles, only serving to make Yoongi’s blood boil further.

“I am becoming CEO of Min Electronics, let’s make that clear. I’ve worked my ass off for this company — for you — before I even finished college. I am the only person in this entire building, other than you, that knows exactly how much sacrifice it takes to run this place. I have given up countless opportunities growing up to be right beside you working to build this company up. So, as I just stated, I will, in fact, be CEO of this company, and now that we’ve merged with Y/n’s family’s company, she will be right beside me, running this conglomerate with just as much authority as I. That is the last time I will speak on this. Now, unless you have any more questions, I will be going.”

Yoongi’s father looks red from across his oak desk. Obscenities are likely flying through his head as he looks to be formulating a response. The beat of silence between the two is enough that Yoongi turns on the heels of his loafers and leaves his father’s office.

Once he returns to his office, he shuts the door with shaky hands and sinks into the leather couch in the corner. He has no idea what came over him — whether it was his desire to defend you or put a stop to the doubts of him becoming CEO, he’s not sorry about the things he said. Never once in his life has he stood up to his father like this, but he feels a sense of pride swell in him.

This spurs him on to move to his desk and begin chugging away even more at the proposal he’s been working on. He works through the afternoon and into the evening, only stopping occasionally to text you or call his assistant to bring him food.

It’s nearly nine at night when he finally completes it and almost ten when he officially finishes looking over it and emails it to his father. He doesn’t expect to hear anything back from him, so he packs up and goes home with sleep on his mind.

It’s when he’s climbing into bed, and sending his goodnight text to you does he see an email notification from his work inbox. It’s a reply to his emailed proposal from his father. It’s not special or fancy or groundbreaking at all, but from Mr. Min, his no-nonsense father that has rarely ever praised anything Yoongi has done, it’s enough.

We can go over this more tomorrow. Good job.

When you and Yoongi agreed to take it slow, you truly meant slow. Going on dates for three more months is slow for you. It’s the end of December, nearly Christmas time when you decide you’ve reached a point where you can move back in together into your shared apartment.

As surprising as it is, Yoongi does prove himself to be a changed man. The vicious arguments of earlier this year are forgotten and never repeated. There are plenty of times that you disagree with one another, but it’s never as bad as it was — you’re both truly making an effort.

Having a professional to speak to helps you more than you could ever hope. You talk to Dr. Byun about your life as it is, your past, your parents (especially your mom), and having a judgment-free outlet is the most freeing feeling in the world. She’s helped you accept that even though your mom is the same person she’s always been in terms of being all business, she is much less harsh on you than she used to be. Gone are the snide remarks about things you wear or pictures of you in the tabloids. She doesn’t call just to antagonize you and hurt your feelings anymore which she’s always been an expert at. It’s jarring to get used to, given the years you endured it, but eventually, it’ll seem normal.

You tell Yoongi that there must have been something else that happened to her other than the things you said when you returned home from your trip, but she won’t tell you and you know if you ask you likely won’t get to know the truth, so you simply accept the slight shift in attitude.

Yoongi tells you every day that his father has also made some sort of bizarre change. According to Mr. Min, he was impressed with the fact that Yoongi stood up to him during a back-and-forth they had about him being the CEO, and that’s where the newly gained respect came from. Yoongi is still unpacking how fucked that is, but he always tells you how grateful he is to have you by his side as he does so.

Somewhere between the dates out and the goodnight and good morning messages, you and Yoongi seem to understand your feelings for one another and how much they’ve grown. On your fourth date, he reached out to hold your hand and you didn’t pull away. On your sixth date, after walking you to your door, he kissed you. To this day, you remember the way your stomach fluttered and your heartbeat raced. It felt like something out of some cheesy rom-com you’d laugh at, but feeling it at that moment in real life changed everything for the better.

Kissing Yoongi — really kissing him — was a feeling you couldn’t quite place into words but it didn’t go away after that kiss, or the second, the third, or even today after what is probably the hundredth time you’ve crashed your lips into his. You’ve yet to tire of the feeling and you hope never to.

“Yoongi, did you get the other ornaments?” You call through the apartment as you finish wrapping the last of the tinsel around the Christmas tree.

“Yeah, I left them in the dining room I think, let me grab them.” You wait for him, tapping your foot impatiently until he comes around the corner, holding the powder blue and silver ornaments. He gingerly opens the box and begins handing you the glass ornaments to hang.

“So, after this do you want to do some other Christmas-y stuff?” He asks, glancing at his watch.

“Other than watching Christmas movies? That’s all I’ve ever done.”

“Well, yeah me too. But I don’t know, we can go ice skating or something.” You raise an eyebrow at him, inspecting him as he nearly drops an ornament.

“Since when do you ice skate? I’ve never seen you on wheels that weren’t attached to your Lamborghini.”

Scoffing in faux-offense he places his hands on his hips. “For your information, I took ice skating lessons for a whole week when I was like six. My mother wanted me to learn because she thought it’d make me more distinguished.”

You can’t help but lean over with laughter, imagining a tiny Yoongi stumbling around on the ice. “Did you get to wear a little leotard and do a triple axel or whatever the hell it is they do?”

“I was six so no I couldn’t do a damn axel, for your information. And no I didn’t. I wore jeans and sweaters.” All amusement is lost from his voice and he looks at you expressionless, only causing you to laugh more.

“Alright, simmer down. I’m sure you were fine. And yes we can go after we finish the tree. We can even make it a tradition or something since neither of us have any.”

“Hmph! I’ll show you I still remember everything from my week of lessons.” Yoongi sticks his tongue out at you as he hands you the last ornament. You giggle again, placing it in the last open spot on the tree.

“I believe you, now go close the curtains. I wanna try the lights!”

“But it’s like two in the afternoon and the sun is still pretty bright.”

“Just close 'em!”

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi does as you ask and once all of the sunlight is gone, you lean over the tree to flip on the switch, the white, twinkling lights illuminating the living room instantly. You take a step back to marvel at the huge tree, the silver star at the top nearly touching the ceiling.

Yoongi comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your shoulders as you take in the massive evergreen. The white tinsel reflects the lights and glistens off all of the silvers, blues, and whites of the ornaments. With neither of you ever having truly celebrated Christmas aside from tons of presents, you decided to make the most out of your first real holiday together. This naturally meant getting the most extravagant tree you could and decking every crevice of the apartment in Christmas decor.

“Looks good,” Yoongi comments, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“Yeah it does,” You smile, momentarily entranced by the sight in front of you before snapping out of it and slipping out of Yoongi’s arms.

“Okay! Let’s go, Yuri On Ice! Time to go school me in the ways of the figure skater!” You laugh at the deadpan expression Yoongi gives you.

“You’re still as annoying as ever, you know that?”

Laughing, you send him a wink. “Yeah, but that’s why you love me!” You mean it as a joke, but Yoongi’s expression stays serious.

“Yeah, I’m starting to. Love you that is.” Wide-eyed, you stare at him, never having even talked about the L-word with him. Yoongi closes the space between the two of you, pulling you into a kiss that has you holding your breath and turning to putty in his arms.

When he pulls back he gazes down at you, brown eyes looking even dreamier with the twinkling Christmas lights behind him.

“Now let’s go get ready so I can beat your ass in the rink.” With a final kiss on your nose, he’s gone, heading to your shared bedroom. You don’t answer, still slightly dazed from the kiss, but break into a smile as you follow him.

The Peach of three, even six months ago, would’ve never seen herself here in this apartment, spending Christmas with Yoongi. Let alone, kind of sort of maybe, starting to fall in love with him.

Min Yoongi was once known as the stoic, seemingly cold-heart son of the Min Electronics empire. In reality, he’s just Yoongi, your sweet, goofy, fun, husband.

At the end of it all, you’re still stuck with each other and you couldn’t be happier about it.

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Moving Forward - Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Realizations... (pt. 1)

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"I am proud of your chosen, Tikki."

Wayzz said in a calm voice. "She took in the responsibility of being a heroine exchange for her time in her civilian life, and now, she chose to carry the heavy responsibility of a Guardian even though she can refuse it and pass it to someone else, leaving everything behind."

The other kwamis nodded at the wise turtle kwami's words. Tikki looked at them and smiled.

"I'm proud of my bug. She's a worthy ladybug and had shown how worthy she is despite her flaws. She made mistakes, but she chose to fix them. And now she's healing from the toxicity she had received in that place. Sleep well, Marinette..."

— previous chapter... —

The Akuma Class was experiencing an unknown change. And they don't know the exact reason.

It's been two weeks since Marinette hasn't been coming to class.

The first day, Alya thought she was just late or have an errand to run during the morning and will come to class after lunch, but it didn't happen. After classes were done, she tried calling her, only to be redirected to her voicemail immediately. Not knowing her 'best friend' had bought a new phone and uses a new number. She was slightly sour thinking that Marinette is being stubborn in hanging out with Lila, and chose to reprimand her for letting her jealousy get in between a possible friendship with the girl.

The others didn't notice how Adrien was down during the rest of that day. They didn't notice Chloé having a slightly pained look in her eyes.

She was slightly angry that Dupain-Cheng easily gave up in exposing the liar, but it's not like she helped the girl. She had no right to be angry about how Dupain-Cheng chose to move on with life. When she saw her being surrounded by people she didn't know and was walking towards a table, she stared for a moment. Chloé hasn't heard her laugh for a while, the bubbly aura around the girl was fading when she was in Dupont.

Chloé hated to admit it, but she envied the ravenette. Dupain-Cheng having a happy family, while her own mother left them to go to New York for work when she was a child, creating a drift between their relationship. Her own father didn't hang out with her anymore due to his duties being the City's Mayor. Dupain-Cheng gained friends while she was being hated for being a bully who always annoys others and uses her triumph card when she gets in trouble.

She was staring at the raventte's table with a melancholic look. The girl was happy, and Chloé couldn't deny it. Part of her wants to convince Dupain-Cheng to go back to Dupont and defeat the vixen but she didn't want to be selfish for once.

After lunch period she came back to class and grabbed Sabrina's attention, and told her to come with her after class.

The two are in Chloé's bedroom in Le Grand Paris.

"I'm sorry..."

Sabrina was startled to hear such sincere words coming from the person she knew could be very bratty for a long time.

"I'm sorry that I treated you like a servant. And that I made you take some of the consequences from my actions. I want to justify it by letting people know that I lost a mother figure from my childhood and didn't teach me proper manners and that she is very bossy, and that I tried to fit in with her. But I know I can't... There are people around me that could've inspired me to be a better person, like Dup-Marinette..."

When Sabrina heard the name she was about to retaliate but Chloé didn't give her a chance.

"No, Sabrina. She's right. I grew up with people who lie about their backgrounds just to fit in with society. Everything can be searched on the internet Sabrina. I know your smart, use it and prove to me right now that you, defending that Liar is a good thing."

Sabrina stared at Chloé, she was growing nervous, Chloé rarely helps around class problems, and for her to defend the person she has been ridiculing for a long time is strange. So Sabrina did it, she searched.

She sat there, appalled and disappointed, after that there are no articles about a Lila Rossi aside from the girl's interviews in the Ladyblog. Chloé left her to go to her balcony and leaned on the railing. Sabrina ran up to her.

"Chloé we need to let everyone know about this! Maybe we can help Marinette expose her? Collect evidence? Contact her mother? We can help Marinette gain back her reputation and her friends! We can—" Sabrina rambled.

"It's too late, Sabrina..." Chloé said that made Sabrina stop rambling and just stared at her in confusion.

"I saw her. She moved on. Marinette was wearing a uniform from a different school. Marinette gave up, Sabrina, she gave up on trying to protect her so-called friends after being dismissed. You should've seen her, she was so happy, something we— I haven't seen for a while..."

That statement made Sabrina tearful. Staring at nothing, she started remembering glimpses of the ravenette.

She remembered the time that when she looks in Marinette's direction, she was so dull. Like a doll— a Marionette, not reacting to how her sketchbook was torn apart, how her dull bluebell eyes stare at Mlle Bustier when she is talking to her, how she doesn't react when their classmates are attacking her for bullying Lila. Sabrina finally realizes how she treated someone like that without proof. Her own father imbedded to her that 'innocent until proven guilty', yet she didn't even try to see both perspectives and just went along with the class.

Her actions are much worse than how Chloé acted.

"I'll give Marinette credit. That liar tried to break her, but she broke free and spread her wings without looking back, and saved herself."

Sabrina nodded at Chloé's statement while copying the girl's position of leaning on the balcony rails, looking out to Paris.

—————

Juleka Couffaine, the Akuma Class' resident shy goth girl.

When she first met Lila Rossi, she was skeptical, her brother is a fan of Jagged Stone, and when she heard Lila say that she saved Jagged's kitten on an airplane runway was very sketchy for Juleka.

Before she knew it, Marinette became a pariah. She often denies becoming an accomplice due to her neutrality to the problem. When Marinette didn't arrive Monday morning, she was worried. The girl who pleaded to the photographer to take another class photo with her in it, to break her 'photo curse', is absent.

She tried calling her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. She was currently sitting on her bed and her brother strumming his guitar. He notices how she was just staring at her phone in a daze.

"Hey, Luka... does Jagged had a pet cat in his life?" Juleka asks looking up to her brother.

Luka was surprised by the question, "As far as I know, he didn't have one. Due to him being allergic and the cat not being rock-and-roll enough. Why?"

Luka was shocked when Juleka started tearing up, he immediately puts his guitar down to comfort her baby sister.

"I messed up, Luka... I badly messed up..."

After calming down a little, Juleka finally explained to him why she was crying. She explained that the new girl in her class made Juleka skeptical about her, and then about Marinette's supposed 'cheating', 'stealing', and 'assault', she then talked about how Marinette kept accusing the new girl of lying but no one believing her, and that soon Marinette became a pariah in their class. Juleka told them about all the lies that Rossi has said.

Overall, Luka was disappointed in her.

"You said that Marinette tried to expose her right? Why didn't you back her up, as a friend would do? Isn't she also your friend? Why didn't you voice out your concern about this to Marinette? or to me?"

Luka sighed, before backing away from his sister.

"You said your class hates Chloé for being a bully, but aren't they acting like a bully? Your class, isolated Marinette. I don't know how she managed it. But right now, it might be too late to act, Jules. At the very least, try and fix your mistake..." Luka said before leaving her alone for a moment, and let her think.

Meanwhile, Rose's phone suddenly pinged due to a notification. When she checked it out it was a message from Juleka.

Juleka: Hey, uhm...

Juleka: Can you do me a favour? Please?

Rose: Sure! What is it?

Juleka: Please trust me on this... can you ask Prince Ali about his environmental charities and if he knows a certain 'Lila Rossi'?

Rose: Juleka? Why?

Juleka: Please... please ask him...

Rose was confused by Juleka's request, if she thought about it she was asking just like Marinette did months ago. But Rose decided to shake that thought out of her head, she knew Juleka was not a bully, like Marinette and how she bullies Lila.

Rose decided to trust Juleka and messaged him.

Rose: Hello, Ali! Can I ask a question? A friend of mine, wants to know about your environmental charities with Lila Rossi, I think it's for a project. Thank you! <3

She didn't know why but she felt nervous sending that message. She shrugged it off and put the phone down to continue her scrapbooking. She waited for a few minutes before she heard another notification sound from her phone. And when she read the message, she froze.

Prince Ali: Hello, Rose! I'm sorry, but I only do children charities since the Royal Family doesn't control the environemental ones, it is mostly done by Achu's government, and sorry to disappoint but I do not know a Lila Rossi. Is she a new friend of yours?

Rose was too frozen to not even notice that she had dropped her phone. She kept looking in her hand as if it was all just a dream. That Prince Ali did know Lila Rossi, but when she picked her phone back up and read the text once again, it said the same thing.

'This can't be happening! If this is true... then I bullied Marinette for no reason!'

Rose: Oh! I'm... sorry for my misinformation... Lila's a... classmate of mine. Sorry for the trouble...

Rose didn't notice the tears dripping from her eyes.

She was numb. She couldn't deny this information, it is a direct reply from the Prince of Achu. That he— Prince Ali, doesn't know someone named Lila Rossi. She was lied to. Lila Rossi lied to me. She thought.

And Marinette asked you to ask him months ago, didn't she? She tried to warn you... You didn't listen to her!

There was a sudden voice in the back of her mind, how she ridiculed Marinette for bullying Lila. But it was all a lie. She treated Marinette horribly for a lie...

She hurriedly opened her internet browser and searched for any of Lila's accomplishments only to see a bunch of interviews from the Ladyblog, nowhere else.

Rose: Prince Ali... doesn't do environmental charities, he only does children charities and... he doesn't know a Lila Rossi.

Juleka: ... I'm sorry, Rose.

Juleka: I only realized my mistake after talking to Luka, I'm sorry if I didn't voice out when I was skeptical about her in the beginning...

Rose: She lied... She lied!

Rose: I can't believe her! We treated her as a friend!

Juleka: Rose, please calm down! I don't want you to become an akuma! Please!

Seeing that message she tried so hard to calm down. Juleka was right, she doesn't want Shadowmoth to turn her into an Akuma! She needed to calm down.

After calming down, she messaged Marinette, but there was no reply, then she finally noticed that Marinette wasn't present during class that day. So she tried calling but was sent to voicemail immediately. She tried calling a few times before she stopped.

She'll just talk to her tomorrow, but that didn't happen... and it has been two weeks...

—————

Adrien Agreste was in denial.

He didn't want to believe that Marinette really did transfer schools. He wanted to visit her as Chat, but since he hasn't seen his kwami, he can't transform. And he's growing worried every second. No Plagg, no Akuma, and no Marinette...

His worrisome state affected his fencing classes. He was always immediately defeated by Kagami Tsurugi. She was displeased that he became a wimp in fencing.

"What made you so distracted lately? That's not like you Agreste." Kagami said.

"Nothing... I'm just worried about Marinette, she hasn't been in class lately, and it's been two weeks!" Adrien replied.

What Adrien said, made Kagami's brow shot up, in confusion. She had talked to Marinette one time, and she had shared that she transferred schools, and has been doing well. She also found out about the 'Lila situation' in Dupont and was very angry that Adrien Agreste knew but didn't say anything. It took a whole lot of Marinette's energy to stop Kagami from attacking Agreste with her sword or using her mother's sword!

"Haven't you heard?" Kagami asked.

"Heard what? You've talked to Marinette?!" Adrien asked enthusiastically.

"Yes. She had transferred schools due to unfortunate situations here in Dupont." Kagami answered before walking towards the locker rooms.

Adrien ran up towards her, held her shoulders and made her face him. "You're kidding right?! Marinette is still a student here! She'll come back here!"

Kagami stared at him in bewilderment.

"I-I gotta go... Bye Kagami..." Adrien said.

Kagami can only stare at the boy's retreating back. From Kagami's perspective, she thinks that Agreste was in denial of Marinette transferring schools. He was also oblivious to the aspiring designer's feelings. But this was different... The way he tries to convince himself that Marinette still goes to Dupont is unsettling.

It's as if, he was supposed to have control over her life. It made Kagami's instinct more unsettled.

Adrien was pacing around his room after he got home from fencing classes. He was becoming more nervous by the second.

He tried looking for her social media accounts only to find none of it exists, he swore that he followed her socials.

Even Nathalie noticed how jittery the young Agreste was, she tried finding out the reason why, but couldn't pinpoint it due to being sidetracked.

The peacock miraculous was missing from the safe, and Gabriel Agreste was furious! He already lost the Grimoire book, the previous Guardians' tablet and now the fixed peacock miraculous. They reviewed the footage from his security cameras, and found nothing!

This made him sidetracked about his supervillain duties, he ignored the past powerful emotions the brooch felt, in exchange to search the whole mansion about the missing items of his. Adrien was no help.

Gabriel calmed down for a second and felt a negative emotion to vent and try to find out if Ladybug got the peacock miraculous.

When he found one, he informed Nathalie about privacy and went to his lair. he transformed to Hawkmoth once again due to the lack of the peacock miraculous.

"Ah, the agonizing pain of experiencing a heartbreak..."

A butterfly flew and rested in his palm, while he fills it with negative power. Once he is done he opened his palm and lets the Akuma flap its wings.

"Fly away, my little Akuma, and evilize this brokenhearted woman!"

The Akuma made its way towards a crying woman near the Seine, wearing a wedding dress. It landed on her headpiece.

"Enchanttréx, I am Hawkmoth. You've been betrayed by the person your loved one, I'm giving you the power to expose any secrets that were chosen to be hidden away from the world. In return, you will bring me ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

The purple substance covered the woman in a wedding dress, and when it was gone it left a woman, who has an intricate gold flower-themed headpiece, long black hair that reaches up to her mid-back, a flowy white to black gradient dress, gold strapped heels, white laced gloves that reach up to her forearm and a veil in front of her face.

"It's time to let yourself free from your secrets!" Enchanttréx exclaimed making the nearby Parisians run away in fear and alerting the heroes.

Chapter 5 — Moving Forward: Masterlist — Chapter 7

#miraculousladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #chloé bourgeois #juleka couffaine #rose laviant #AO3 #movingforward #class salt

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paddlegirl · 2 years ago

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Note: This isn't actually my theory, it's just something i made for fun. Also I'm sorry if your childhood gets ruined because of this, amd I will not be responsible if it happens. Okay, here we go. Also TW: Death of children and some drug use.

Jelly Jamm. What to say about it? Oh yeah, it's quite a colorful and optimistic show. It revolved around 5 alien children: Bello, Goomo, Mina, Rita, and Ongo, on a fictional planet named Jammbo, which relies on music. But did you really think that the inspiration of the show, or more specifically, the children, was all about music? Well, let me tell you the true dark story behind these colorful characters and you'll probably have second thoughts.

On August 29, 2011, a week before Jelly Jamm was created, five children in Spain have been reported dead, and these kids were what inspired the five main characters. Here we go:

Miguel Lopez was no older than 9 when his life ended. The boy suffered from ADHD, which made it hard to make friends. Because of his behavior, he had a hard time fitting in at school, and the other students would bully him. However, the only friends he actually had was Carlos Gonzalez, his best friend and classmate, which they would always play superheroes together as well as other games, and a stray dog he liked to call Coco. He also has a passion for music, and when he walks home from school, he would always stop to hear the mariachi bands play on the street. One day, his parents were fed up with their son lacking friends, and his mother, who was a doctor, prescribed her son with medication for his ADHD. This, of course, wasn't really a good idea, as Miguel soon became addicted. As a result, he would have abnormal thoughts like a planet where everything ran on music, and also how he felt like an alien on said planet. 3 days later, he was found dead in his room, foaming at the mouth, with his prescription pills scattered and the pill container lied next to him. From this, we can conclude that Miguel died from an overdose. Because of his hyperactivity, energetic personality, and love for superheroes, he was the inspiration for Bello.

Carlos Gonzalez, he was the child that inspired Goomo. Though his end wasn't as disturbing, it wasn't any prettier either. Because his parents were often pretty busy, he spent most of his life with his grandmother. Though his grandmother loved him very much, Carlos felt so alone without his parents. Like his best friend Miguel, he was also bullied by many students, mostly because of his lisping disorder and slight chubby appearance. This did not stop him from having fun though, as he had Miguel by his side at all times, even if they weren't around each other. Carlos was also interested in airplanes, and he and Miguel would be seen making paper planes. Carlos always dreamed of becoming a pilot one day, but his parents wouldn't hear of it, as they were too worried that he might get hurt severely. Of course his family was pretty overprotective towards him. Anyway, Carlos has this condition where he tends to sleepwalk while dreaming and the medications that would treat sleepwalking didn't really work on him. That's what lead him to his demise. One night, he was dreaming about flying an airplane, and because he lived in a high apartment room, he literally went to the roof and jumped off, killing him.

The inspiration for Mina was a girl named Savannah Reyes, one of the smartest girls in school. She lived with her mother, as her father had left to explore the marine life, and was never heard of again. Her mother was extremely strict with her only daughter as she valued success over love, saying that social media was bad, friends were simply distractions from more "important" plans, and tries to make Savannah's life "perfect". Everything had to be perfect! However, this sorta had the opposite effect, as the departure of her father had put stress on both of them, more specifically, her mother. Her mother was extremely strict yet irrational at the same time, as every day she would neglect Savanna by locking her in her room for prolonged periods. As a result, Savannah would spend these periods of isolation home-schooling herself and conducting experiments on her own. Ever since the Mysterious disappearance of her father, her mother had began locking Savannah in her room more frequently, and even going to the verge of actually abuse her, verbally AND physically, probably to let out her feelings of guilt and shame for the father. As mentioned before, Savannah's mother was rather harsh and strict on her daughter, scolding her whenever she wasn't in the house while neglecting her at home as if she didn't exist at the same time. The breaking point, however, was when Savanna had a science project coming up, and she wanted it to be based on chemistry. Her project had gone wrong, as she accidentally inhaled the toxic fumes, making her severely ill. This was the Absolute reason why her mother was strict about mistakes, though she was accused of poisoning her daughter, and was arrested and sentenced to prison.

Rita, or rather her human counterpart, Rosanna Garcia, has also died of poison, or rather venom. Here's her story. Rosanna was a very happy and optimistic little girl who could make other feel happy, even if they had a deep depression. This was because her parents wanted their daughter to have a happy life. Their philosophy is that people who are more optimistic and happier would live longer. They also helped animals who were hurt or abused by their previous owners, which is why Rosanna always thought all animals were her friends. Every Christmas and birthday, she would always wish for the same thing: another pet, usually a kitten or a puppy, but also some other adorable baby animals. However, on her 7th birthday, when she got a pet, it wasn't a dog and it wasn't a cat. It was a snake, a Diamondback Rattlesnake. She couldn't be any happier with her new pet. However, when she tried to pet the snake, the snake BIT her! It hurt like hell! This led to a fatal illness which couldn't be cured, and the poor girl had to go to heaven. As for the Rattlesnake, which Rosanna named Dodo, most likely where Dodos came from in the show, she was sent to a zoo for dangerous animals, and was later smuggled for her skin.

Hector Marquez's death probably has the saddest story out of all of them. Unlike the other kids he was almost a teenager. And also unlike the other kids, he was an orphan with mental health issues. He was mute, autistic, and his headmistress was extremely abusive because of his problems as she was an ableist, despite it being an Orphanage specifically for Disabled Children. The headmistress finds fun in torturing the children, as every month there are less and less children there. Now some of you might be wondering where these children go. Do you believe that all of them get adopted by desperate married couples with no children? Well, actually, that's what happens to only 10% of the lucky surviving orphans, the rest of them get brutally murdered and burned, usually because of bad behavior throughout the month, being considered too "undesirable" for a family to adopt, or mostly because the headmistress finds it fun. Before she became the head of the orphanage, she was a performer who would go around dressed as a cartoon dinosaur for children's birthday parties. The problem came when Hector accidentally spilled grape juice on her costume. This minor incident led her to a serious amount of rage and hatred for disabled children. Back to Hector, despite his depression, he enjoyed sitting on the headmistress's couch reading books until she came back, his favorite ones being about famous people who were disabled like him. Before Hector was dropped off at an orphanage at the age of 3, he lived with his mother, who was a travelling pop star, who would always bring Hector with her wherever she went, even on stage. His father, on the other hand, was a rock star and promised to come back for them when he moved to Japan, but had died in a car accident. By studying his parents, Hector wanted to be just like them when he grew up. However, his mother dropped him off at an orphanage when she developed cancer, and has died 2 days later. Now, miserable with his new life, Hector wanted to break out someday. However, one day, it DID happen. At age 12, Hector, still depressed as being away from the orphanage wasn't any better without his mother, decided to end his own life near a tree in a graveyard, which was the same graveyard where his mother was buried. He found a nearby rope, constructed a noose, tied it to the branch, and hung himself, dead. The body was found a week later and he, too, was buried, next to his mother. At school, Hector was a popular boy, known for his taste in music and chill personality, similar traits to the character he inspired, Ongo.

And to add a final nail to the coffin, the children born on Jammbo are all just reincarnations of all 5 of the mentioned children back on Earth. So, there you have it. Nobody knows for sure who inspired the king and queen, but it's most likely from other cartoon monarchies. Still think the chatacters were all based on music? I didn't think so. Well, have a good night(if you can.)

#jelly jamm #Theory

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intherainbowfactory · 2 years ago

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Minty Python's House of Horsefeathers sketch #69320139459302111111111111111

“Oh! Of course! You’ve come to the right place! Our bakery is the best in Ponyville, rated a whole six super-duper teevee stars out of five! No other bakery around has as many nummy treats for ponies to eat sweetly!”

Pinkie ducked down in front of them and appeared behind the counter. Graham Chapman really wished he had a pipe to make the situation more silly, but for now he could only smile silly-ly to achieve that effect.

Pinkie Pie’s expectant wide grin caught John Cleese rather unawares, but he ventured forth. “Ah, yes, well,” he glanced at Graham, who nodded, and turned back to Pinkie, “we’re rather peckish for some scones, I think.”

“Peck-ish? What the heck is that s’posed to mean?” Pinkie gasped and crossed her heart with her hoof. “You don’t want me to bake birds into pies, do you? I swear, I’ve stopped doing that ever since that one time it made Fluttershy cry! Pinkie promise!”

“Er… rather, we’re hungry for scones,” John explained slowly. “Tea, too.”

“Well why didn’t you say so you silly fillyfooler?” Pinkie giggled, “We’ve got the bestest scones no matter what Donut Joe says!”

“Very nice. We’ll take some blueberry scones.”

“I’m afraid,” Pinkie unravelled, “we’re out of that kind. Sorry worry!”

“Oh, um, very well. What kind would you want, Graham?”

“Got any dragon fruit scones?”

Pinkie craned her ears towards Graham. “What was that?”

“You loony git, Graham,” Cleese admonished, “they wouldn’t make dragon fruit scones if they don’t even have an organised motorised transport infrastructure system to ship it here!”

Graham just ignored him. “Oh, sorry, Pinkie. My Equestrian accent is rather atrocious. Let me try that again” He cleared his throat.

“Oi, lass,” he intoned blandly, “ave ye gotten any uvva wee summat draggin’ fruities fer I could of et-en a pint uv sconce?”

That got John to chuckle, since he’s heavily prejudiced against the Scottish.

“Oh! Dragon fruit scones! Those’re our specialty!”

“You really have some?” John asked seriously now, his eyes wide. “You know, I’ve never tried dragon fruit before, but I think I’d love to right now…”

“Sorry, Sourpuss! We never get it at the end of the weak,” Pinkie roared while lifting a two tonne barbell, “only on Mondays! (Those are our wing days! Leg day’s on Tuesday!)”

“Bugger!” John hemmed and hawed. “Orange scones?”

“They’ve been in order from a gang by the West Side for two weeks now,” Pinkie decreed, “but they were lost when Screwball ratcheted them,” she whinged.

“Hmm!” Chapman took up the mantle. “Huckleberry?”

“Sorry! A wacky magistrate relative of mine outlawed them,” Pinkie related judgementally with a guilty look.

“Strawberry?” John replied incredulously.

“Nope. We lost them in a telephone miscommunication accident,” Pinkie recalled fitfully.

Graham was starting to like this. “Peach?”

“Lost when an experimental airplane delivering them crashed,” she explained.

“Grape?”

“All smashed!” she whined.

“Raspberry?”

“Stampededed by a cow—from Denmark! A young prince in line for the throne!” she gave a little moue of disdain.

“Plain?”

“Yes!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Wait, really?” John pried.

“No, not really. Sorry. They got demolished by a convict with a crowbar. I just remembered he lied to me about it.”

“Damnit!”

“Oatmeal raisin?” Graham ventured.

“Blown up on an adventure spaceship,” Pinkie vented.

John and Graham looked at each other at that one.

“Surely you must have some traditional English scones in stock!”

“Yeppers! Trottingham-tested scones! The best in the business!”

“Great! Graham and I will take some,” John demanded it.

Pinkie Pie just balked at that. “... They’re rather flaky.”

“That’s fine, we’ll take them anyway.”

“They’re a bit too flaky for the customers to eat…”

“We happen to like them like that. We’ll take them.”

“In fact, oopsie poopsie, they might be too flaky to sell…”

“Look, I don’t care how excrementally flaky they are, just give them to me!”

“Oh, wait, silly me,” Pinkie giggled, “I forgot Mr. Cake bought them all up for his family! I can be such a doofus!” she sighed in contentment. “I guess you could say de man ded it!”

“Look, I’m starting to work up a cold sweat at this—” which was true, since he was panicking for a reason he did not know out of pocket, “—so, so do you or do you not, in fact, have any scones in stock at all, or are you just, just—oh god!”

John Cleese collapsed into the nearest chair, wiping his brow with his hoof.

“John! Are you alright mate?”

“Graham, do you realise, we’re in the bloody Cheese Shop sketch!

Chapman sat down. “I’ve had a feeling. Intercoursingly good, isn’t it?”

“Easy for you to fucking say since you’ve missed the last fourty years. I’ve only had to go through it ten thousand times, suffering through morons reciting it from memory like our show still stands as a bastion of what is right in comedy as opposed to a big imaginative gutter that we just pissed the night away in half-assing for fun in the seventies! Honestly, can you even comprehend such a hell?”

“Well, there was this one time while I was laying on the hospital bed—but I see you are getting tired of those death gags and so I will stop with them,” he hastily assured his friend at the sight of John’s wild face.

“I’ll tell you my full thoughts on the Cheese Shop sketch, and in being true to form, I shall do so as long-windedly as I wish, which is to say, straight.”

Pinkie Pie’s hoof came up with a pipe, which Graham accepted graciously.

“Anyway. Yes, I have had fans of our show recite it to me quite a few times over the years after that episode aired, but I really don’t mind it. Oh, sure, it could be a bit repetitive at times, but the sketch really means something to them on a subconscious level, which is why it enjoys the lasting power it has.”

“But,” John sputtered, “you’re missing the point! I don’t want this to just be how people remember me, by a bloody stupid sketch I didn’t even like performing!” John pointed his hoof accusingly at Graham, his energy coming back. “Don’t you remember what that Twilight woman just told us a few moments ago? She said that the most significant objects and events from our lives would cross over to this universe first.”

John gestured wildly to the entire world at his table in Sugarcube Corner. “But why in the pissing, bloody, hell would the ancient Cheese Shop sketch be considered so damn meaningful by the fabric of reality that it would be the first thing we get? Not my recent lectures at various colleges, not Terry’s Wallace and Gromit thing, not even your autobiography,” John stressed, “get so much as a bleeding hippie’s glance in all this!”

Graham forgot to take a draw from his pipe in his concern. He drew closer to John, his forehead wrinkled and his eyebrows closing together.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

John’s muzzle muscles unclenched. His eyes grew dull. He talked in a low whisper.

“I just don’t get what it all means. Just… why? Is the universe just doing this to spite me? To punish me for not acting as I should have? I mean, if the universe itself is saying that’s the most significant event of our lives…”

“Then it bloody well ought to be!”

John looked up at the blonde stallion’s outburst. He could see Pinkie just standing there behind the counter, whistling and nonchalantly cleaning the inside of a ketchup bottle with a rag.

Graham merely took a drag of his pipe. A couple of bubbles came out.

“Now I know you were the one to always push for something better in our writing,” he expanded calmly, “to push for something more original, or more intelligent in our sketches. To try to make it something you could be proud of, as it were.”

Graham contemplated the pony sitting position he took on the chair for a moment.

“But I just had fun writing it. I wrote the Cheese Shop sketch, you know. You remember that? Just having a good time writing some jolly old scenes for a show we wouldn’t have ever expected to get funded in centuries?” Graham cracked a smile and caught a fleeting glimpse of a grin on his good friend’s face.

“You remember? You said you didn’t get the humour, that we should scrap it—right up until Michael read it and he—he…snrk ! !”

That got a good laugh out of John. “Oh, god! He was laughing so hard he fell on the floor and drenched his face in that awful writer’s rum! He should have been here; he would have loved this!”

They spent just a minute reminiscing before Graham got back to topic.

“Heh heh… Well, that’s all I have to say about that, I suppose. Y’know… that we were just bonding over being silly with all of it. Still a pretty good philosophy for a cold, uncaring world, yeah?”

“Not the worst I’ve heard,” John demurred.

“Well, good, and, er…”Graham looked pretty awkward, eyes down cast. ”Sorry about getting cross.”

“It’s all right. I forgive you, you old puppy-eyed widowmaker.” John sniffed into his chest, his muzzle feeling rather pleasantly warm on his brown fur. “I still would’ve liked to have a more positive influence, to have a legacy that would let others be just as creative as we were,” he muttered.

At that moment, out of nowhere, Vinyl Scratch’s Wubmobile just sped down the road in front of the bakery. The ponies inside Sugarcube Corner ignored it, even though it might have possibly been connected to the conversation at hand.

“C’est la vie,” Graham got up from the table, “now let’s get out of here and find a good pub to drown our putrid spinal columns in.”

“Hold it right there!”

Pinkie Pie was in their faces again.

“Now, I didn’t hear anything about what you two were chatting about but I did hear you say the name Twilight! Are you friends with her?”

John went with it. “Well, yeah, it’s rather a long and horrifying story, but we know her.”

“Oh goody goody goody gumdrops with chocolate whipped cream on top! Now that I know you’re good ponies, I can give you this!”

The this! was a full, round, luscious, chocolate chip scone.

“I was saving this for Twilight today when I was gonna prank her by saying I didn’t have any scones left,” the two stallions looked at each other, “but I thought you should have it, Sourpuss! Oh, and don’t worry about payment! It’s on the house! Not literally, though, because that’s just plain silly.”

“Why, thank you so very much, Pinkie Pie! Oh, and if it’s not much trouble,” Graham conspiratorially lowered his voice and put up his hoof to whisper to her, “could you teach me that teleportation thing sometime?”

“Sure thing! Now, see ya later!”

John Cleese and Graham Chapman thanked the pink ponking pony, and then they went on their merry way through the sleepless streets of peculiar Ponyville.

[A/N I loved writing this in the last 2 1/2 hours! also hot damn! almost 2000 words! gonna have to publish this one if I can...]

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years ago

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innocence - 28

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: angst

A/N: its angst season again!!

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky looked around like a crazed maniac, looking for anyone, just anyone who could be responsible for the letter he was holding in his hands. His blood seemed to freeze in his veins just like they used to when they held him hostage in the Russian base. Those words were tattooed in his retina, as it dawned on him he had once again to keep her safe. His ears started ringing like they always did when they used to trigger him, the ring itself replacing any other environment sound, becoming so loud it fully overcame over his senses, rendering him particularly useless. Not that he was of use lately.

- Bucky? - Y/N’s sister, Claire, called out to him. Almost mechanically, he stuffed the letter in his back pocket. - Are you okay? You look a bit shocked. Any naughty Christmas post cards?

- Just a bit ... cold.

- Yeah, Y/N said you were not very comfortable with it. Sorry about that, I was just trying to keep you away from Aunt Petunia. She’s too much.

- Thanks, Claire. Hm ... do you have any landline? I need to make a call to the US and my plan is running out.

- Yeah, no worries. There’s one in the hall by Y/N’s bedroom. - she gave him a warm smile which was reminiscent of Y/N yet did little to nothing to calm him down. He handed her the rest of the mail before climbing up the stairs to the same hall which had doors on each side. Yet, despite it looking like a maze all he cared about was that small telephone on the table.

Her picked the phone, leaning it against his ear as the rolled the dial to Steve’s number, the letter firmly mashed in his fist as he wanted nothing more than to burn it in the big fire place but he couldn’t. All he could think of was whoever had broken into Y/N’s flat back had followed them to London and once again he had been incapable of protecting her. He had let whoever was sending her those nasty messages, get to her in one of her most safe places. The other line rang like the passage of long times, until he heard the voice which had become synonymous with freedom and America together.

- Steve Rogers.

- Steve, they did it it again. - he snapped before he could even tell who it was on the phone. Yet, if his oldest friend couldn’t figure out his voice after so many years then maybe he needed new friends.

- Buck?

- Someone left a letter on her mail box calling her a whore again. You and Natasha were on it trying to figure out who did it in New York. - he continued on like an out of control mess.

- Buck, calm down. Was the handwriting similar? Maybe it’s a prank.

- There’s no handwriting just magazine cut outs and it’s not a prank.

Y/N stepped out of the car, walking over to the luggage holder to help her father take the shopping bags out while her mother walked up to the door to unlock it before they could climb up the stairs. Her father opened the truck of the small red car which they had had since she was a baby. She still remembered her father picking her up from ballet practice, the red colour bright through the cloudy skies. It always felt so safe to enter through those doors, almost if there was no harm whenever she was inside the old metal vehicle. Things were so simple back then and evil was so hardly defined and bordered away from her. She had had a good childhood, good parents, good family so why was she so scared whenever she was in New York? Why was she so intrinsically insecure and meek?

- So, beanie, you and James. Does he treat you well? - he asked as he handed her some bags and christmas boxes.

- He’s just perfect, dad.

- Then what is it?

- What do you mean? - she looked over her shoulder.

- Well, you’re my daughter, you’ve been my daughter for over 5 years now and I like to think I know you better than you think. What’s wrong, Y/N?

- I’m just homesick, dad. - she faked a smile, pushing her hat further down her head, trying to fiddle with something else. - New York is different from here and well, stardom is different from here. It has nothing to do with Bucky.

- He makes you happy?

- He does.

- Then I’m happy for you, beanie. - her father kissed the top of her head, carrying half the shopping bags and gifts onto the home while Y/N stood back looking at the neighbourhood she’d grown up in. It wasn’t perfect, no place in the world is perfect but it had a much more emotional connection to her than her place in SoHo. Of course, maybe it was just her own rose coloured glasses of being away from such a structured, planned 3 year ahead career.

She smiled softly at the houses in exposed brick shades and the coloured blue and red doors with big gold number. Rows and rows of houses which seemed never ending when she was younger yet now seemed so quickly fading from view. Nothing is everlasting and she remembered so well thinking everything was but maybe it was for the best. Good things end to give way to better ones and bad things end become they no longer suit you.

Y/N looked over her shoulder one last time before entering the house. She put the bags near the other ones neatly stacked by the staircase before pulling her coat and jacket off. The house was always filled with noise, it was never quiet. Always abundant with laughter or discussions about the silly topics. This time, they were discussing some weird plot on the television. However, Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

- Did you not invite Bucky? - she crossed her arms, giving her siblings the dirtiest look she could muster. - Guys, I asked you to include him.

- We did but your boyfriend has been on an international call for the last hour. It’s gonna add up. - Colin retorted.

- I’m gonna go check on him. - she reminded herself to tell Colin off for that backhanded comment but she was much more preoccupied with Bucky. Sure, he did enjoy his loneliness but Y/N didn’t want him to feel alienated. She did not want him to feel lonely or like a stranger in her home. Climbing up the stairwell, she noticed him at the end of the hall, old telephone she used to toy around with when she was a kid pretending to call her family yet, unlike her past childhood self, Bucky had the phone firmly pressed against his ears, lips tight, one hand holding himself against the table.

She noticed his indisposition, his muscles so tight she wondered how come he hadn’t had a cramp and like any empath she approached him with her characteristic sunny attitude, wrapping her arms around his waist, putting herself on her tip toes to kiss him. Bucky, however, moved his head to the side, mumbling something over on the phone in Russian, switching languages as if he did not want her to hear his conversation. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, her overthinking nature picking at her brain as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Bucky turned around slightly to kiss her on top of her head like one does to a child or a friend.

- I’m on a call now, princess. - he held her arm up to wrap it from his waist.

- Okay. I’ll just go ... go have a shower.

She delayed her exit, almost waiting for him to kiss her like he always did whenever she left. However, Bucky quickly returned to his call, in Russian, and she got the message loud and clear. She tried not to think much about it, after all Bucky was still related to the Avengers and despite being his girlfriend, she was not expect to be into that sort of information. She tried to convince herself of that fact as she stepped onto the cold porcelain of her shower floor. The water fell from her head onto her shoulder as she scrubbed the dirt off her body, constantly telling her inner anxiety, Bucky was merely busy. If she were busy she wouldn’t have liked her partner being clingy. He was busy.

She turned off the shower, wrapping herself in the fluffy bathrobe she probably had had since she was 18, hair still damp as she slide her feet into fluffy slippers and walked into her bedroom. Bucky was sat in her bed, laptop on his lap as he typed the keyboard so harshly one would think he’d break the keys. She smiled to herself as she took the side near him, head laying on top his cozy black jumper, probably dampening the fabric but Bucky didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t even seen to mind her presence, merely ignoring it. She looked up at him, moving to kiss his jaw with an innocence type of request which was anything but innocent.

- Buck. - she said in a sing song type of voice, almost like a mermaid calling out for a sailor. - Why don’t we finish what we started in the airplane?

- Not today, princess. - he kissed the top of her head once again. - I’m not in the mood for it.

- Oh ... hum ... okay. - she almost retracted back into her shell at those words. Had she done something this morning? Something to upset him? Maybe he didn’t enjoy her leaving him alone with her family. - Do you wanna go out for dinner?

- I don’t think it’s wise, princess. They might ... pap us or someth’ng.

Did he not want to be papped with her? Maybe he was still upset over the pap photos she had willingly given away. She didn’t know and she didn’t want to know. Instead, she decided to turn around in the bed, still naked under her bathroom and stare at the wall until she felt sleep weigh on her eyelids. Bucky, on the other side, had his wild eyes glued to the screen, watching the security tape of her apartment over and over again. It had been cut, he knew it had from the time changing sharply, however, he couldn’t see anything which would be of any aid. All he knew was that not only had he failed his job as an Avenger, he failed his job as her bodyguard and failed to protect her like any boyfriend would do. Would it be in a club he could’ve just punched the daylights out of whoever dared to call her that but right now he couldn’t. He didn’t know how to make it stop.

Bucky closed the laptop, putting it on the floor as he looked through his mind about who could want to hurt her, who cold do anything to want her to suffer. He could no figure it out and all he wanted was to figure it out. He leaned against the bars of her bedpost, looking over to his side to see her sleeping on her side, hand under her face and hair drying in front of his face. He carefully pushed the hair away from her face, tucking her into her large duvet before kissing her cheekbone. He couldn’t bring it upon himself to say anything, to tell her the letter came in. Bucky still remembered how she had reacted last time and he did not want it to happen again, he did not want her to feel unsafe in her own home. Instead, he let himself fast asleep next to her.

The morning woke Y/N up, the strange brightness of a sunny winter day hurting her eyes. She groaned, raising her torso from the bed, eyes blurry as she opened them. Rubbing the sleep off her eyes she extended her arm to notice Bucky’s spot was empty. She furrowed her brows, jumping off bed and walking outside and down the stairs onto the living room where most of her siblings and their partners were.

- Wow, Y/N. Clothes under the bathrobe, much? - Eloise teased.

- Where’s Bucky? - she ignored her sister.

- He went out. - Claire added, handing her a cup of tea. - Said he had to grab some stuff.

- Oh ... okay. He didn’t say anything.

- He probably didn’t want to wake you up. - Claire patted her shoulder, kind smile on her lips.

- Or maybe he’s cheating on you. - Colin added, only to be slapped over the head by Eloise. - Hey, what was that for? I was joking.

- He’s not cheating on you. - Claire reassured her. - Colin is just being an ass.

- What? I was joking!

- Not with Y/N, you idiot. - Eloise muttered under her breathe. - Maybe you should go put your clothes on, Y/N. Bucky is probably just Christmas gift shopping.

- Or maybe he got lost? He is like 200 years old. Did you give him a pager? He might be lost in Piccadilly Circus or maybe he can’t get out the underground.

- Fuck off, Colin. - Y/N snapped at him before returning up to her bedroom.

He knew her brother was just trying to get under her skin. Bucky was not cheating on her, when did he even have time to find someone in London to cheat her with? Maybe he had some contacts in London from when he used to come to missions with the Avengers. Maybe he had someone in London for him. No. No, Bucky did not. Bucky wouldn’t cheat on her, Bucky liked her but he was acting out of style to him. She sat on her bed, hand in the middle of her legs as she tried to stop herself from overthinking things that were absolutely ridiculous. Since she was no good at doing such thing, she called the only person who normally could push her back to reality.

- Chuck? I have a problem.

- Jesus, Y/N. Have you forgotten time zones? - Chuck groaned on the other side of the line. - You better be dying.

- Bucky is acting weird.

- Bucky always acts weird. What’s your point?

- I don’t know, Chuck. It feels weird. I even tried ... initiating IT and he said no. Do you think he’s not attracted to me anymore? He didn’t even want to kiss me

- Maybe he was not in the mood, Y/N. Also, why are you so freaked out about saying sex? Are you sexually repressed? Did you try to initiate some kinky sex with Bucky and maybe his old man penis wasn’t okay with it?

- Can we not discuss my boyfriend’s penis, please?

- What? He’s old, maybe it hasn’t been getting up. Did you ask him? Maybe he forgot to pack Viagra and he’s ashamed.

- Chuck. It is not that.

- I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe spice it up. Dress up like Princess Leia in Empire Strikes Back. Every man is into it.

- Bucky hasn’t seen Star Wars.

- I don’t know what was sexually appealing in the 40s, Y/N. Don’t you have that lingerie set they made you wear for Rocky Horror? Use that. Maybe he really just wasn’t in the mood.

- Okay ... yeah. Uhm, maybe it will work.

- Great. Now, I need to sleep because it is too late and there’s a girl in my bed and I don’t want her to think I have you on the side.

- Oh, is she a nice girl?

- Y/N ever since you lost your virginity you get very boring when you don’t get a dick appointment. Go on and do it with Bucky and we’ll talk later.

- Okay, thank you.

- Bye, bye.

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. She never really saw herself a sexual being or a sexual girl at all. After all, she was the one who got told by three guys at her university freshers party she had the sexual charisma of a toaster. Now the metaphor did not make any sense but all she knew was that it probably did not make any sense. It wasn’t that she wasn’t comfortable with her own sexuality, she just didn’t think about it outside of work. Maybe Bucky was used to girls who put a bit more effort and wasn’t very attracted to her very old bathrobe and her Marks and Spencers cotton underwear. She shrugged it off, opening her wardrobe to skim through some of the costumes she had worn until she found the white lacy set. It was better than her regular cotton underwear. She put her robe back on looking at herself in the mirror as she gave herself a pep talk. He’s not cheating on her. She knows he would never do that.

She sat down in her bed, going over some scripts sent over by the agency until midday when Bucky came into the bedroom, on the phone with someone else, still speaking Russian. She waited for him to finish his call before she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

- Sorry for not telling you, Y/N. I had to make some calls with the team.

- It’s okay. - she smiled at him. - I was just thinking maybe ... maybe we could have some us time. My parents went to do the groceries and my siblings won’t bother us, besides I have something I want to show you.

- Sorry, not in the mood. I need to call Steve. - he took his jacket off, putting it on the edge of her bed. - It’s urgent, princess.

- Oh, okay.

- Can I use the landline? Pretty sure I still haven’t figured out how to make international calls.

- Yeah. - he kissed the top of her head once more.

She sat on her bed defeated. Her mind going through everything she could’ve possibly done wrong the morning she left with her parents. Maybe he really wasn’t in the mood, however he did seem pretty eager that morning. She sighed. Damned Colin and his stupid backside comment. She sighed, rolling in her bed, the movement making his jacket fall to the ground. Great Y/N, now you’re wrinkling his clothes. She got up from her bed to grab the jacket for a letter to fall on the ground. She looked to the side, leaning down to pick the letter only to drop it once she saw the writing. You cannot hide, whore. She grabbed it from the ground before storming out to the hall, pulling the cable out the wall, effectively stopping Bucky’s call.

- When were you gonna tell me?

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thatmultifandomhoe · 4 years ago

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BTS - Master List

No word count = under 1k.

💞 = Fluff

🌩 = Angst

💋 = Smut

Updated as of 6-6-2021.

Click here to Return to the Main Master List.

Drabbles:

This is Girl Talk, so Leave 💞

Slice of Life AU

Do you think I’m scared of a woman? 💞

College AU

Slice of Life AU

Short Stories:

A Lifetime under Moonlit Nights 🌩 💞

God AU

Overview: It was a love story that began when Gods roamed the Earth, and lasted over the course of several centuries, always under the beauty of a moonlit sky. When one life cut too short, you realize how tiresome it is to constantly be reborn.

Series:

Dad Jokes and Spilled Coffee 💞

Book 7 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I knew I was handsome, but now I’m just hot. And it’s not because of the coffee that you spilled on me either.”

Drabbles:

Please...love me 🌩

Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween 💞

Safety First 🌩

Unrequited Love AU

College AU

Short Stories:

If you can’t sleep...we could have sex? 💞 💋

Slice of Life AU

Overview: You can’t fall asleep. So Yoongi finds an alternative solution to your problem.

A Slice of Forever 💞 🌩

Vampire AU

Poly AU

Featuring Namjoon

Overview: They were just stories. Werewolves, Witches, Gremlins, Vampires...they were all a story that thrived off of Halloween. At least, that’s what you thought. Until you met them.

Series:

Midnight Love Songs 💞 🌩 💋

Book 4 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “The stars are pretty, but there’s a moon that shines more brightly, and who I love quite dearly.”

Drabbles:

Tied Up 💞 💋

Date Night AU

Short Stories:

Man-Child 🌩

Idol AU

Stop Being So Cute 💞

Coffee Shop AU

Overview: Dating is never easy. So when your best friend sets you up on a blind date, you agree to meet up at a coffee shop. Only problem is, he never shows up, and a certain barista can’t help glancing your way.

Daydreaming About Dandelions 💞

Daycare AU

Overview: For the time that they were in your classroom, they were your kids and nothing meant more to you than them. Being a teacher at a daycare was your life, and to your surprise, the new teacher Mr. Hoseok, was going to be shadowing you for the day.

Hookup on an Airplane 💋💞

Traveling AU

Overview: You were finally achieving your dream of traveling the world, and the the first stop on your list was South Korea. After a stressful morning and with a long day ahead, all you wanted to do was sleep on the plane. But when your seat mate turns out to be cute, and offers to help you take care of a certain problem, well, the flight suddenly becomes more fun than you expected.

Series:

Strawberry Cream and BBQ 💞 💋 🌩

85k in total.

Book 1 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Completed

Overview: Your best friend knows that she can count on your for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way that no one expected.

Move in Day: A SC&BBQ Drabble 💞 4k

Drabbles:

Does he know about the baby? 💞

Slice of Life AU

Overview: Namjoon accidentally reads a text that wasn’t meant for him.

Short Stories:

My Everything 💞

Slice of Life AU

Overview: You go to a family reunion that only results in disaster with how your family treats you, so you go back home to seek comfort in your boyfriend.

Yellow Gerber Daises 💞

Slice of Life AU

Overview: It’s your birthday, but you’re the one who has a surprise for Namjoon.

Stop interrupting me 🌩

Slice of Life AU

Dear Diary... 💞

Soul Mate AU

College AU

Overview: The last thing Namjoon expected was to wake up in someone else’s bed, let alone with a stranger who he doesn’t remember in the slightest bit.

A Slice of Forever 💞 🌩

Vampire AU

Poly AU

Featuring Yoongi

Overview: They were just stories. Werewolves, Witches, Gremlins, Vampires...they were all a story that thrived off of Halloween. At least, that’s what you thought. Until you met them.

Brotið Hjarta 🌩💞

25k

Fantasy AU

Elf AU

Norse Light Elf Mythology

Overview: When a magical storm threatens to wipe out your home, you venture into the forest in search of someone - anyone - who can help end it. When an Elf takes you in after getting injured, you learn that those who live in the forest are not the monsters your village town has made them out to be, but victims.

Series:

Knitting You a Home 🌩💞💋

Book 2 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

In-Progress

Overview: With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if Namjoon’s let his past and old fears to come back and haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and to be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?

Drabbles:

I’m not going to be sympathetic until you see a Doctor 💞

Slice of Life AU

Welcome back. Now fucking help me💞

Slice of Life AU

Short Stories:

Dancing in Europe 💞

Idol AU

Overview: You and Jimin have only recently started dating when he he whisks you of to Europe on his days off, and surprises you with a date to go see a ballet performance.

Mon Amour 💞

College AU

Artist AU

Overview: You were Jimin’s muse. No matter what his materials were, his ideas, he always found you at the center of his latest art piece.

Memories of Old and New 💞

Christmas AU

Established Relationship AU

Slice of Life AU

Overview: It the first Christmas that you’re celebrating with Jimin, but the magical holiday isn’t the same after the unexpected passing of your parents.

Type 2 💞 🌩

10k

Established Relationship AU

Slice of Life AU

Medical Condition

Overview: You were diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes in high school and ever since then, you’re been able to manage it without a problem Sticking to a schedule and monitoring your blood was easy. Then came Jimin, and you suddenly you found yourself hiding it all from him. But when your blood sugar drops dangerously low in the middle of the night, Jimin’s the only one who can help you.

Series:

Snapshots of Our Story 💞

Sleep - Sleepless Nights - Pt 3?

Idol AU

Overview: With a once in a lifetime chance of hanging out with BTS for a week, you and Jimin unexpectedly end up growing feelings for each other. These are the snapshots as the two of you try to make it all work out.

Simply Baby Steps 💞 🌩 💋

Book 3 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I don’t care if it’s just the two of us for the rest of our lives. I love you, and we’re going to figure this out, together. That’s what it means to have a Mate; supporting and being there for them when everything is going right, and being there when they’re hurting and loving them nonetheless. Because I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

Drabbles:

Tell me that you need me 💋

Vampire AU

I’m not buying IKEA furniture again 💞

Slice of Life AU

Short Stories:

Otherworldly Lovin’ 💋

Alien AU

Overview: Not only did he crash land into your yard, but he also crashed right into your heart...among other places.

Series:

Knowing You 💞 🌩

Late Night Bus Rides - A Missed Stop

Idol AU

Unrequited Love AU

Completed

Overview: You and Taehyung were best friends, feelings grew, and even when he went off to become an Idol, you thought nothing would ever change your friendship. But then life came knocking.

Running Wild 🌩💞💋

Book 5 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I’ve always been told that I was runner. So I ran. From everything that was possible to run away from. With you, for the first time all I want to do is stay.”

Drabbles:

I lost our baby 💞

Slice of Life AU

Overview: Jungkook looses more than a game of hide and seek.

The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids 💞

Overview: Jungkook has an unlikely helper when trying to impress you.

Short Stories:

The Coffee Lounge 💞

College AU

Overview: Jungkook has had a crush on you since the semester started, and when he informs you about an essay that you knew nothing about and is due the next morning, he jumps at the chance to help you out with it. What he doesn’t realize, is that you share the same feelings for him.

Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass! 🌩

Idol AU

Overview: All he wanted to do was surprise you, but when he arrives at your place, Jungkook realizes just how much work has interfered with his relationship with you.

One on One 💞

Boxer AU

College AU

Overview: He was a boxer, and you were a student. Two separate lives and yet, you were the one putting him back together.

Consequences 💞 🌩

College AU

Forbidden Love AU

Overview: You had dated one of his best friends - someone Jungkook considered to be an older brother - and even though were single and he never once stopped loving you, dating was an impossible option. The consequences of dating an ex of the leader? Life threatening.

Series:

Mistaken Identity 🌩 💋 💞

Book 6 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I got sick of them calling me something that I’m not, that I pushed myself to prove to them who I really am. But without you, I’m right back where I started. Lost and incomplete.”

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feysandfeels · 4 years ago

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Which TS songs remind you of the different couples in SJM’s books???

Boy do I ??

You are a blessed soul for asking me this, and know that I adore you.

There is now a part II to this.

Feysand:

Begin Again: “I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does Is break and burn, and end But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again” Baby Feyre finding that love is not toxic, that love is supportive, that love can be wonderful. “You said you never met one girl who had As many James Taylor records as you But I do” but think of is as “he said he never met a girl who wasn’t afraid of his power, but i do”. Also also “Walked in expecting you'd be late But you got here early and you stand and wave I walk to you” because Feyre’s used to T*mlin’s mediocre ass but Rhys surprised her by being a decent human and treating her with respect, which makes her realize that she was starved for respect and that T*mlin was not giving her what every decent human being should get from the get go from their partner.

Ivy: Feyre slowly falling in love with Rhys, thinking about Rhys in the Spring Court between Night Court visits Also throughout ACOMAF how she battles with her ever growing feelings for the Lord of the Night, while feeling guilty about T*mlin, because they *just broke up*: “Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you” and “I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed He's in the room Your opal eyes are all I wish to see He wants what's only yours”.

End game: I can practically see Rhys singing this in the shower thinking about Feyre, when she decided to work with him and him thinking like “YES THIS HAS TO BE A SIGN”. His reputation precedes him and in rumours he’s knee deep, him and Feyre would be a big conversation, he has enemies, he has heard about her and she has heard about him. He thinks “she’s so dope that he might overdose”. She’s been calling his bluff on all his usual tricks so here’s the truth from his red lips!!!!!

Dress: “Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me Flashback to my mistakes My rebounds, my earthquakes Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline”. Need I say more? I think not your honor.

Call it what you want: “I said you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” That’s Feyre’s whole arc, I rest my case.

Nessian: the happiness I feel about the fact that these two are together is just enough to make me smile on a Monday

False God - The song literally opens up saying “We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work Remember how I said I'd die for you” HELLOOOO?? NESTA THINKING ABOUT THAT SCENE IN ACOWAR?? but also feeling that she’s unworthy of Cassian and that there is no way in hell that he will love her with all that she is.

Don’t Blame Me - The power of this song lies in the I unapologetic- powerful-full on I give myself to you and I will do it over and over again energy it has. And this is the energy that Nesta has for Cassian (even when homegirl really tries to pretend otherwise lol boo you tried). The “through your love I found salvation” religious aspect of Don’t blame me is Nesta, because through Cassian’s love and presence she found the perspective she needed on herself. Also this book was a religious experience for me. Jesus fuck.

Sparks Fly: From Cassian to Nesta, with love. First of all Cassian would be a diehard swiftie (all of the bat boys for that matter, merch a the concert, what will we do if we get invited to the rep room?? fans. Az woud be like the quiet yet “no, speak one ill word of Taylor and that’s your end, she did nothing wrong she was framed and I have evidence”). Second of all “The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I won't get far” That’s him alright, that’s him knowing that Nesta is a force to be reckoned with and he wants nothing nothing but to be in that storm and live within the force of nature that she is. Thirdly “My mind forgets to remind me, your a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know its no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would”

Elucien: This is an Elucien blog.

Lover - In all honesty wanted to give this song to Feysand, because they are my main otp and this song is the highest of the high from Taylor, but I can’t deny the fact that this song screams Elucien. “With every guitar string scar on my hand” I think is a beautiful parallel for Elain and gardening, “My heart’s been borrowed, and yours has been blue” this speaks of Gr*yson and Jesminda, “I loved you three summers now but I want them all” that’s Lucien speaking ma’am. “Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?”, both of them about the bond. “And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me and at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover” we all know Lucien has a mind for dirty jokes and sass and Elain would always save him the sit next to her because he is the one who truly saw her and, in his distance, was the presence she needed while she figured it all out. Finally, The fact that the song has very clear wedding tones I think fits the headcanon, that more than a mating ceremony, Elucien would have a wedding, because it feels like something Elain would feel more comfortable with.

Treacherous -“I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay”..... mmmmmm is this or isn’t it Elain getting closer to Lucien, but still wondering if it’s the bond or her, yet nonetheless surrendering to the fact that she wants him to stay. “This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous And I, I, I like it” Elain doesn’t want an easy love, to simple do as the bond suggests she wants something that has twigs and branches and where she needs to question herself and truly ask what she wants out of life and this relationship. Also the softness of the melody juxtaposed with the vulnerability, brings a soft rawness that is Elain.

King of my heart: Neither of them expected to feel like they could love with all the hope and unapologetic free falling feel characteristic of first loves, yet here we are. They rule their kingdom inside the room because they are discovering their feelings for each other away from prying eyes and people that have expectations on how they should work with the mating bond and all that. “Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury” Again, with the love away from everyone, feeling their world shift around what they are starting to feel for one another. “Is the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we're spending” did we say healing arc through love and support an “not expecting anything to come off this, but I just want to see you well” à la sjm?? I THINK WE DID.

Emorie: I’m working with crumbs here, delicious crumbs that will make a delicious emorie cake, but crumbs nonetheless.. I need more and I need it now.

I think he knows - My girl Emerie crushing hard hard haaaaaaaaard on Mor.

Cruel Summer - “I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh) And I screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard” this is prime PRIME PRIME ANGST, we will get from these two.

Gwynriel: this is an edit because I'm not a hoe for these two (yet...trust me once I see Az heal this is the tag where you will find me) and I did not know which songs might fit them and then when I posted it I was like WAIT WAIT I KNOW.

Gold rush - Gwyn talking herself out of her crush on Az after finding out about the whole necklace and being like “I don’t want a gold rush”.

Daylight - Az is a Taylor hoe first, spymaster second. She just makes him feel things. But in all seriousness “Like daylight It's golden like daylight You gotta step into the daylight and let it go Just let it go, let it goI wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love” this is Az healing and being in better place where he can reflect on how he used to relate to love and romantic relationships, he now understands that love is not black and white but golden. He stepped into this notion of love and through it he found a beautiful relationship with Gwyn, he wants to be defined by the love he feels for her and the love he feels for his family, not by the things that haunted him, not by his mistakes, not by his trauma. He is golden, he is daylight, shadows and all he is daylight.

Az + Elain: As a romantic end game they are not my ship, but I do stand by my pre-acosf position that these two would be really good friends

Out of the woods - Where we stand after acosf I say that it is not far fetched that they might hook up and then realize that it’s not for them and that experience helps them access a new part of their healing: “They lost each other, but they found themselves”. The anxiety that this song mirrors is the anxiety of them knowing something doesn’t quite *fit* right, that they are both in turbulent times emotionally and this relationship is not giving them the peace they thought it would. They are paper airplanes, because they know that it’s not the right call for where they are in their own journeys if they want to heal properly and that neither will get what they truly want from the other one. The monsters who turned out to be trees, they are in the woods in this relationship, they were built to fall apart.. are all images that speak of the dynamic we could see of them, they try it doesn’t work and then after, when they are in better places mentally they will look back and be like “we dodge a bullet there didn’t we”.

Bonus: His necklace hanging around her neck, the image is clear there and so is the commentary.

Az + Mor: formerly known as Moriel, the ship that used to reign my heart

Breath - This song is entirely from Az’s perspective once he and Mor talk about, well, everything. This is not how he had planned it, this is not how he wanted this to go, but “people are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out, but it’s killing me to see you go after all this time” referencing letting go of the romantic feelings he had for her. They were a crutch for him and now he has to face life and the things that torment him about it, without the protection and comfort his crush on her offered him. “And we know it's never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,” regardless of what you all want to think, they do love and know each other but shift in their dynamic will mean an adjustment for both of them... it’s not a clean break. “Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve”, also Idc about what you all think, Az never never never wanted to hurt Mor, if he knew his behavior was in someway affecting her he would have done something, and I think from the aftermath of him going after Eris on ACOWAR we can see that... also this might allude to him actually knowing that Mor is a lesbian and he has tried to make sure she feels safe around him and knows that he has her back agains the whole world if need be, regardless of her lack of romantic feelings for him.

Feyl*n: honestly who knew there would be so many songs that would fit these two. Such bops for a crappy dude like T*mlin.

Exile - “I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (you never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)” He never even tried to learn to read her mind, he never turned things around and she gave so so many signs. The way he looks at Rhys like he’s his understudy, but no sugar he’s the principal actor and you got fired.

Getaway car - and I oop. Because that is essentially what they were both to each other. Feyre needed someone to give her security and financial stability, T*mlin needed someone to break the curse: “It was the best of times the worst of crimes”.

Bad blood - LOOOOOL. They used to be mad love and now they have bad blood.

Tell me why - Imma just leave a collection of quotes here that well allude to them through the first act of ACOMAF: “I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not You took a swing, I took it hard And down here from the ground, I see who you are” Feyre seeing T*mlin for the abusive person that he is, from the ground.. where his behavior put her. Also “I'm sick and tired of your reasons I got no one to believe in You tell me that you want me, then push me around And I need you like a heartbeat But you know you got a mean streak Makes me run for cover when you're around Here's to you and your temper Yes, I remember what you said last night And I know that you see what you're doing to me Tell me why” The if he loved me, why did he do it and the “it’s not a question of if he loved you but how” conversation she has with Rhys.

I could go on and on forever placing all T-Swift songs around acotar characters, but I think this is getting longer than we all anticipated.. or did we? we all know I am not ✨concise✨. Anywho, thanks for sticking around.

Besos!!

BOOOONUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSS:

Obviously, Invisible String is for all my mated/soon to be mated boos, and I think Peace is a song that can apply to both Feysand and Nessian from Rhys’ and Nesta’s perspectives respectively.

#Feysandfeelsasks #Taylor Swift #Sarah J Maas #SJM #ACOTAR #ACOMAF #ACOWAR #ACOSF #Feysand #Nessian #Elucien #Emorie #not to toot my own horn but I think the Daylight one with Gwynriel is amazing #I will pat myself on the back.#Gwynriel #Moriel #and when I tag moriel i mean friendship moriel

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fweasleyswhore · 4 years ago

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Can I request a headcannon or fic (idc whichever one you'd have more fun writing) with a slytherin reader who is completely obliviousto the fact that Fred is in love with her and George painfullyhas to watch this all

a/n: so I did headcannon because I felt like it worked better, this was so cute omg

You always liked Fred more than other people.

You met on the train when you were trying to find a compartment.

“Wanna sit with us?” A young boy asked, his hair was fiery red and his smile was welcoming.

“Y-Yes.” you said and sat with him.

You met his brother George and you all clicked immediately.

Like literally you would not shut up the whole way there.

You watched them get sorted into Gryffindor and you hoped you would end up there.

Of course you got put into Slytherin.

You met new people, they were kind but you didn’t click with them like you did with Fred and George.

It was hard to see them after that because your different houses, you got worried that they forgot about you.

Until you sat down in potions class and almost immediately two ginger boys sat down at your table.

“We missed you!” They said unison.

After that the only thing that separated you were your houses and different class schedules.

You made time to hang out with them after class and planned study sessions in the library.

Of course that just turned into a paper airplane flying contest.

You started to sit at the Gryffindor table for meals, you refused at first because you were scared because of the house rivalry.

Everyone was welcoming.

Any one who wasn’t had was too afraid to say anything because Fred and George made a point to brag about being beaters on the Quidditch team.

Even going so far as bringing their bats to the first few meals you sat at.

In your second year they gave you the Marauders Map to use secret passage ways to get to the astronomy towers to hang out after curfew.

In your third year you used it to have sleepovers with them in the Gryffindor common room.

You helped them protect Ron, Harry and Hermione.

The trio were slow to warm up to you at first, only having interacted with Malfoy.

You were quick to teach them that Slytherin isn’t bad, having the character trait of ambition is what put a lot of the bad apples in there because they often put their goals above anything else which sometimes included being kind.

Once they did warm up to you they treated you like a big sister.

You loved it.

But you never admitted it.

Things changed in year four, every time Fred was around your hands would get sweaty and you would choke up.

You pushed the feelings down because you had been friends for so long at this point you didn’t want to ruin anything.

You got good and lying and acting cool around him.

Even when mentally you were screaming or your legs felt weak.

George noticed how you took longer to reply and started putting more effort into your appearance when it was just you three.

He didn’t say anything at first until your fifth year.

Your crush had taken over now, you felt butterflies when Fred would talk to you and thought about him when you fell asleep.

One day you zoned out staring at him in class when you felt a paper ball hit your head.

“Stop drooling over my brother” was written in George’s messy scrawl. Your face burned and you glared at him.

He never stopped teasing you either.

Not even when you put something in his drink to turn his hair green.

He did not give up, but had the decency to do it when Fred wasn’t around.

On your birthday Fred gave you a charm bracelet that had a snake and a lion on it.

You cried.

He started freaking out.

“I’m s-sorry, here I can take it back.” He tried to take it off your wrist but you wouldn’t let him, hugging him instead.

He froze and you got nervous.

He slowly hugged you back and your nerves calmed down and you felt at peace.

You stayed like that for awhile, just holding each other.

“I love it, thank you Freddie.” His cheeks got red but you assumed it was because of the nickname.

It wasn’t.

You wore the bracelet everywhere. Even slept in it.

You made sure to make it obvious to Fred, rolling up your sleeves or shaking your hand after you wrote something down so the charmes would clink together.

He adored you for it.

He started to get more touchy, just small things like putting his arm around your shoulders or grabbing you to get your attention.

It made you melt inside.

When sixth year rolled around and the Durmstrang boys were around he was extra touchy.

Holding your waist or interlacing your hands.

Every time this made you blush but you kept up your unfazed facade.

You knew why he was doing it.

You tried to act annoyed.

But failed miserably.

Attempting to scold him would cause you to stutter and grow more red.

Eventually you gave up trying.

You even found yourself reaching for his hand a few times.

“When will you two just date?” George groaned.

Your face heated up, as did Fred’s.

You both let go of each others hands.

“It’s a joke.” You breathed out.

“Yeah.” Fred said back.

George cringed watching you both put distance between each other and step away.

He was trying to help.

You found out about the Yule Ball and were ecstatic.

Until Fred asked Angelina.

You went with a guy from Slytherin.

He ditched you and ended up snogging a Ravenclaw the whole night.

You ran out of the ball crying.

You went to the astronomy tower hoping that it would make you feel better.

It didn’t.

It reminded you of the countless hours you spent up here with Fred.

George found you.

You confessed your feelings to him, told him about your date.

“I know.” He whispered back.

“I thought he liked me back.” You croaked.

“He does!” George would yell back. “I told him to ask you but he didn’t believe me when I told him you liked him back, thought I was pranking him!”

You laughed at him sadly.

“Guess it’s too late for that now.”

“It’s not.”

You didn’t believe him.

George spent the night with you in the astronomy tower, comforting you.

Fred saw you two together on the Marauder's map when he went back to his dorm.

He thought you and George were snogging.

In reality you were sobbing.

Fred avoided you after that.

He made a point to sit with Angelina and her friends instead of yours.

Eventually you found yourself back at the Slytherin table.

You avoided both of the twins, taking that as his rejection you tried to get over it.

You still hung out with George outside of classes, never saw Fred though.

One night you felt lonely and decided to go to the astronomy tower.

Fred was there.

You sat down next to him and looked at the stars.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked.

He looked at you with disbelief.

“Why did you chose my brother over me?”

It was your turn to look at him now. You mirrored his expression.

“What?!”

“I saw you two on the map up here the night of the ball, probably snogging, and you guys hang out all the time without me!” He exclaimed.

He started to get up to leave when you didn’t say anything.

“We weren’t snogging he was comforting me after I started crying because you took Angelina to the ball instead of me!” You yelled getting up.

He froze and turned around.

“What?!”

“You git you took Angelina to the ball and stopped talking to me, George hung out with me because I’m sad and you're too busy with your girlfriend.”

You were full on crying now.

He walked toward you, brushing your tears away.

“Your not dating George?”

“No! I wanted to be dating you.” You sniffled. Although you were upset his touch was comforting.

“I’m not dating Angelina.” He confessed.

You felt like you could fly.

“Then why take her?” You asked.

“Because I was afraid of asking you! I didn’t think you liked me.”

“George told you I did!” You exclaimed, you were laughing now and your tears had dried.

“I thought it was a prank.”

You brought your hand up to hold his cupping your cheek.

His eyes were flickering between yours and your mouth.

You nodded before he could even ask.

He pushed his lips against yours and you spilled every unspoken word to each other in that moment.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

“Y/N I think I’m in love with you.”

“I hope so Freddie, because I know I’m in love with you.”

You spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other at the astronomy tower.

Walking into breakfast the next day you guys would hold hands.

“Finally!” George yelled. “Lee you owe me 2 galleons!”

You sat across from your friends and watched them exchange money.

Back at the Gryffindor table, back in Fred’s arms, you felt at home.

You would spend the next Christmas at the Burrow.

“I’m so glad to finally meet the girl my son talks about all the time.” Molly would say as she pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

Meeting the whole Weasley family would be met with an exclaim of ‘Finally!’ from everyone.

On Christmas Eve you and Fred sat in the living room alone in front of a fire.

Fred had one arm around you and the other was playing with your hair as you sat in his lap.

You were reading a muggle book your parents had got you, giggling to yourself every now and again.

“Oi, when did you too bloody get together.”

Ron was shocked to see you in his brothers lap, the girl he saw as an older sister and assumed Fred did too.

You and Fred would burst out laughing, having to use each other for support from falling.

“Keep your bloody secrets.” Ron would mutter running back up the stairs prompting you to laugh harder.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley headcanons #fred and george #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley fanfiction #weasley twins #weasleys wizard wheezes

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tossawary · 4 years ago

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Chapter 27: “The First Day” of “pride is not the word I’m looking for” quotes and commentary. Not a full list of favorite quotes or full commentary.

Right now, deep into the safety of darkness, Shang Qinghua thinks about how he never actually expected to be lying in his bed with Mobei-Jun. No, there’s a reason his sofa is comfortable enough to sleep on! That was by design too! Sure, Shang Qinghua had lots and lots of bed-related fantasies, but he had no expectations of those fantasies ever coming true. He didn’t dare to have expectations.

It’s kind of weird, lying in bed with Mobei-Jun. It’s definitely weird lying in his bed partially on top of Mobei-Jun. With the way things were headed, Shang Qinghua was admittedly fostering some hopes about those bed-related fantasies, but he still didn’t think to mentally prepare himself for the practical details. He really wasn’t mentally prepared for the softness of Mobei-Jun’s hair, for the thickness and the weight of the man’s arms, or for the coolness of his skin against the warmth of the blankets.

Fuck, now there is no way that Shang Qinghua is going to be able to see Mobei-Jun with a plunging neckline without thinking about touching the man’s bare chest. It’s a nice chest! It feels great underneath Shang Qinghua’s hands now.

He can feel a steady heartbeat beneath his fingers.

He can feel the gentle rise and fall of it with the man’s slow breaths, as the man’s eyes have fallen comfortably closed.

Shang Qinghua has never seen Mobei-Jun this relaxed.

AN: Moshang in bed together is very good. I loved writing Moshang cuddles. I think it’s really nice when they’re allowed to be soft and relaxed, and everything is understood between them. Mobei-Jun at this point has learned to treat Shang Qinghua like a particularly anxious cat sometimes - if he just stays still and relaxed, eventually Shang Qinghua will calm down and chill with him.

Shout out to Mobei-Jun and all those years he spent trying to get some hint as to how human social everything worked, only to get nearly no help from Shang Qinghua. In this fic, part of the idea is that Shang Qinghua has been a slightly better communicator. Mobei-Jun can be a good listener when he doesn’t feel hideously embarrassed over his fuck-ups.

“I had made plans to speak with you at some point about… this,” Mobei-Jun agrees. “But that was not why I had come to see you that day.”

“Ah, what… what was it, then?”

Mobei-Jun sighs. “I had come from a gathering of demon lords, hosted by my father at their request. They have loosely agreed to each contribute to an attack on the next conference of human cultivators,” he explains, apparently annoyed at just having to recollect this event. “My uncle encourages my father to force my involvement. He must have trouble planned… or see an opportunity for it.”

Shang Qinghua processes this, then sits bolt upright in bed. “What?!”

Mobei-Jun frowns up at him.

“There’s a demonic alliance to attack the next Immortal Alliance Conference?!” Shang Qinghua demands, leaning over the demon lord beside him.

“Yes.”

“And you waited to tell me this?!”

“There are years left before this event,” Mobei-Jun points out.

Shang Qinghua stares at him.

Sure! But he feels like he should start planning now! He already knew that there was going to be a demon attack of some kind - the seal on Luo Binghe’s powers has to be broken - but demon lords getting involved is bad news! Multiple demon lords who are important enough to be socializing with Mobei-Jun’s father is worse news! Demon lords potentially including Mobei-Jun’s shitty father and shitty uncle is the worst news of all!

“You should warn your people,” Mobei-Jun says, dryly.

AN: Mobei-Jun doesn’t care about the sects, but he cares that Shang Qinghua cares. Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua really are villainous in SVSSS. Shang Qinghua just so happens to sometimes be on the protagonist’s (Shen Yuan’s) side and Shen Yuan has romanced a budding tyrant who has MBJ as a loyal minion. But, oof, I didn’t want to go that route with this fic.

I mean, I considered it! I considered having Shang Qinghua be forced to bring a demon invasion down on the sect he’s come to care about and his own nephew, but that felt a little too angsty for me. It totally could have been good, I was just like, “I can’t handle that.” Plus, with the world update, it felt fitting to jazz things up a little bit - to up the ante by inviting more demon lords and also have a little role reversal by letting Mobei-Jun be the spy. This way, I think, it really feels like Mobei-Jun is on Shang Qinghua’s side.

Shang Qinghua isn’t on the demons’ side. Mobei-Jun isn’t really on the humans’ side. But they are on each other’s side. They’re a team!

Again, what’s more romantic than your demon boyfriend actually doing the work of growth on his own? Moshang can be a little rough and with a lot of sharp edges (on both sides, they’re both kind of mean people) sometimes, so it’s sometimes nice to remember that they can support each other too.

Also, I’ve always been kind of curious about what Mobei-Jun’s family thinks of his relationship with a human. Mobei-Jun’s father is still alive throughout SVSSS, so it’s fun to think about ice demon politics, power and influence and loyalty in that court, and whether that factored at all into Mobei-Jun’s extremely slow-moving courting timeline of a human.

The person at the door knocks a third time, and Shang Qinghua feels the person beside him stir. He can feel a not insignificant amount of weight shifting, a low and unhappy grumble, and cool skin brushing against his own as that person makes to get up. Possibly to handle the person at the door? Shang Qinghua here abruptly remembers many important details about his current situation that make the sect potentially being on fire seem like a not-so-bad emergency.

“Demon invasion,” Shang Qinghua finds himself thinking. “Mobei-Jun. Fuck.”

“No, no, no! Don’t get up! I’ll get it!” Shang Qinghua cries, throwing off tangled blankets and flying out of bed. “I’ll handle it, my king! Sorry! Ahhh, sorry! I’ll take care of it, you can just stay where you are-”

Shang Qinghua, now on his feet, pushes firmly down against Mobei-Jun’s chest. He’s not expecting the man - a very, very strong and very, very stubborn demon lord - to go back down under his hand without any resistance at all. This easy obedience, this willingly being pushed down, leads to a surprised Shang Qinghua overbalancing and catching himself hard on Mobei-Jun’s chest and shoulders.

As though Shang Qinghua is actually pinning the man down.

Mobei-Jun stares up at him, eyes low-lidded, and raises his eyebrows.

Ah.

Wow.

Shang Qinghua is going to… well, he’s going to think about this for the rest of his life, probably.

AN: Mobei-Jun is so self-conscious in SVSSS that it’s kind of hilarious. So it’s fun to let him be a little more confident (rather than arrogant and lashing out defensively). Mobei-Jun probably thought to himself here, “You know what’ll be funny here? If I just go down now.” I feel it in my heart that Mobei-Jun is a teaser, especially when he’s relaxed and happy.

Shang Qinghua takes the time to fix up his appearance a little more - to get rid of the “I slept with a demon” smell - because if the asshole at his door has kept it up this long, they can wait a little longer. It turns out that he didn’t really need to bother, because it’s his fellow transmigrator and most dogged critic, Peerless Cucumber.

“Bro,” Shang Qinghua says seriously. “Do you have a deathwish?”

Peerless Cucumber - Shen Yuan, Shang Qinghua has to remember to call the kid by his real name - lowers his hand with a scowl. “...One of your disciples told me to knock on your door and keep knocking until you answered,” the other transmigrator says defensively. “After I said you said to meet you in the morning.”

“...Which one?”

“Wen Shufen, I think?”

“Ah, just for that prank, Sticky Fingers is going to be hauling fertilizer for Long Sheng Peak for a month,” Shang Qinghua says tiredly. “Bro, do not believe half the things your martial siblings here tell you. They’re pretty much all liars, cheats, and thieves.”

“Then why keep them around?”

“Ah, well, sometimes you need someone to lie, cheat, or steal.”

“...It’s nearly not morning anymore, you know.”

“Eh, I guess you get a pass this time, since I did tell you we’d have a nice long talk about things tomorrow morning. Come on in.”

AN: I don’t know if this vibe is coming across, but Shen Yuan feels a little ignored and neglected. They just got back from a mission and Shen Yuan has already been shooed off like twice. Shang Qinghua is so busy. Shang Qinghua is so experienced and so established here. Shen Yuan has latched onto SQH as his lifeline, though he’s trying very, very hard to be independent, and yet Shang Qinghua kind of has SY on the back burner most of the time.

Not only is Shang Qinghua the author of this world, but he’s also an important figure in this world. Shang Qinghua really lives here and if the plot wasn’t looming over them, SQH would be very happy here. This place feels 100% like Shang Qinghua’s | Airplane’s world and brand new transmigrator Shen Yuan feels like an unwanted intruder. SY is still lonely and scared.

“...Are you going to try to activate it now?” Shen Yuan asks.

“Hmmm… no, not right now,” Shang Qinghua decides, standing up off the dusty stool he was sitting on. “Cucumber, bro, I’m just not awake enough for tackling anything serious right now. Let me get a few texts and tools together first to test this thing properly, alright? Some safety equipment! Aprons and face shields! Thick, fireproof gloves! I’m still trying to figure out how to safely ask Duan Tianyu what he knows about this map the System apparently made him send me, when he might not even know what the fuck I’m talking about! Maybe he can give us some hints.”

“Who?”

“One of my Huan Hua not-disciples,” Shang Qinghua answers. “I picked up some extras a few deadly missions back. They’re good kids. All grown up now! Less naïve than they used to be! Duan Tianyu is teaching back at Huan Hua Palace now, so maybe I’ll have to be the one to wander over there on some pretense.”

Shen Yuan agrees that getting as much information as possible is probably the better course of action. Shang Qinghua ushers the kid out of his secret basement and his fellow transmigrator goes easily enough. Shang Qinghua complains about his shitty, no-good System on the way up for forcing them to do all the work by themselves.

“It must think everything is more ‘authentic’ if I don’t know what the fuck is going on,” Shang Qinghua suggests, removing his spiritual seal and causing the door to the secret basement to vanish. “Ah, I’ll admit that’s kind of cool to watch.”

AN: Throughout this conversation, SY is kind of reaching out, giving himself or Airplane excuses to let him stay. It’s not that he doesn’t want to cultivate, but SQH represents a sort of safety and familiarity SY doesn’t have right now.

In SVSSS, Airplane was always pretty direct with Shen Yuan, from what I remember, but he wasn’t necessarily open. He was direct about some potentially vulnerable or personal topics, like Luo Binghe’s insanity or his own general fear of his character’s planned death, but that’s not the same as actually being vulnerable. They snap at each other, they’re pretty direct about their personal goals, but they don’t actually get vulnerable with each other by confessing their personal fears and new relationship developments.

So I’ve tried to adopt that here, while making Shang Qinghua a little kinder and slightly more vulnerable, thanks to the efforts of Luo Jiahui. But Shang Qinghua still isn’t necessarily open here and neither is Shen Yuan. He’s just like, “Hey, it’s shit and I don’t like it either, but what can you do?” He’s not actually seriously talking about his breakdown or just how scared he is of his own plot.

For some people, there’s a certain kind of openness in confessing things to a stranger, so it’s kind of like that too. Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan have fallen into kind of familiar dynamics, because there’s nothing else to really do, and they are kind of acquaintances, but they’re still not friends yet.

I think I want to have SY and SQH actually address this soon. SY feels that SQH has been kind of dropping the ball when it comes to honestly helping his fellow transmigrator, though SY, being SY, can’t quite put his finger on the lack of emotional intimacy and affection that he’s starved for right now.

The day-in-day-out of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect can’t get him down today! He feels kind of like he’s walking on air! Sure, the work never stops and there are some fucking terrifying things ahead, but he just had a very successful mission overall! He just had a really, really successful conversation with Mobei-Jun! He and Mobei-Jun are romantically entwined and Mobei-Jun was very explicit about the fact that he expects them to be romantically entwined… pretty much indefinitely!

“There is no one else,” Mobei-Jun had said. “There will be no one else.”

Shang Qinghua fostered a lot of hopes over the years! More hopes than he felt that he should have reasonably fostered! And to have those hopes unexpectedly fulfilled like this is… really something! It’s really, really something! Mobei-Jun really isn’t the type of character to say that - to say any of the things he said, and wow, he said a lot of things back there - without meaning it completely.

Shang Qinghua doesn’t really know what to do with that.

Forever is a long time.

He understands, of course, that some things really do last an impossibly long time. He used to be pretty certain that all love matches faded eventually - that people were genuinely wildly in love… that people were sincerely in love with each other, sure… up until they inevitably weren’t anymore - but now he can’t really imagine Liu Qingge or Luo Jiahui ever getting tired of each other. Liu Qingge keeps bringing Luo Jiahui new recipes to try and rare ingredients to interest her, so she can make dishes for the two of them or her family as a whole, and Shang Qinghua can easily imagine the two of them doing that pretty much indefinitely.

Shang Qinghua can’t think about this for long, before he has to focus on greeting his disciples (it’s just Peng Hongpeng and Chen Xuan in here at the moment) and getting to work. “Good things last while they last!” he decides for now, because thinking about things not lasting kind of makes him feel like he’s dying.

AN: Shang Qinghua can’t quite bring himself to believe in a relationship lasting forever right now. Part of it is his commitment issues, but another part of it is his persisting inability to see past the looming plot. He’s still worried about Luo Binghe and the Eternal Abyss, so he’s having difficulty seeing past that hurdle, even though things like Luo Jiahui’s marriage and his new relationship with Mobei-Jun are forcing him to confront the fact that there’s still a life outside of and beyond the plot.

For Shang Qinghua, it’s kind of a “I’ll think about that later if we all survive” thing when it comes to him and Mobei-Jun.

“He made a mistake with good intentions and got a small injury for it,” Shang Qinghua says, as reassuringly as he can. “He’s fine! He’s in trouble with his shizun for it, though, but I’ll see what I can do about bringing you up to meet him or bringing him down here as soon as possible. I’ll do my best to make it happen!”

Luo Jiahui leans into Shang Qinghua’s side and admits, “I miss him.”

“He misses you.”

“I miss you too,” Luo Jiahui adds.

“...Ah, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” his sister-in-law says warmly. “I’d miss you even if you visited every day.”

Shang Qinghua is holding her hands, but it feels like she’s got an extra one wrapped around his heart. “Where’s that husband of yours? Doesn’t he come down the mountain every day? Should I be telling him off? Sorry I ran off with him for a little bit!”

“What does Qingge have to do with you and me?” Luo Jiahui demands. “It doesn’t matter how often I see everyone else, I still miss you and Binghe the most.”

“Hm, that’s a point! That’s a point.”

What else can Shang Qinghua do but admit that he misses her the most too?

AN: It was fun to follow up Shang Qinghua’s romantic developments with a return to his most important and longest relationship: the one he has with his “fake” sister. Luo Jiahui is and always will be important to Shang Qinghua and who he’s become. They have such a lovely relaxed feeling that’s nice to revisit. I’ve missed Luo Jiahui these past few chapters, as things get twisted up more and more in sect business.

It would feel dishonest to the rest of the fic if Shang Qinghua’s other relationships disappeared in favor of his new romantic relationship. They all have their own importance. Mobei-Jun and Liu Qingge don’t make Shang Qinghua and Luo Jiahui any less important to each other.

I am looking forward to making Mobei-Jun and Luo Jiahui meet again, and tackling some of Mobei-Jun’s thoughts on Shang Qinghua’s relationship with his family. Mobei-Jun has a really shitty family, so it’s interesting thinking about what family means to him and how loyalty/love plays into it.

While he's busy plotting around the plot, there’s a hum of power behind him, the cool whoosh and crackle of a portal opening, the faint hair-rising warning of demonic energy. Shang Qinghua finishes tapping at his own face in thought, looks up at the looming shadow standing behind him, and smiles. He kind of feels like he should run away, but it's too late for that now. He held on long enough that he made it too late for himself.

“Hello,” he says.

AN: I took this almost exactly from the first chapter of Part 3 of this fic. I can’t remember the chapter number, but it was the one titled “The Inevitable Plot”.

Parts 3 and 4 of this fic blend together a little. Part 3 of this fic kind of ends here, but I have a couple more chapters that I want to tackle before I feel that I can say we’re for sure in Part 4? I have some things I want to accomplish before we go into a slight time skip towards the Immortal Alliance Conference.

#tossawary commentary #tossawary svsss #pride is not the word

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