#I enjoyed it in the first place because I could express myself freely

[meownotgood]

writing would be so joyous without the plague of the Compare Self to Others debuff

[drchucktingle]

Something I’ve been curious about if it wouldn’t break the bit: are you one buckaroo or several sharing a name and persona?

greetings bud thank you for asking FIRST OF ALL want to say to you or anyone reading this post that i am not upset over this question and i am not upset with you. you have kindness in your trot and i know you are just asking to prove love in your own way. buds reading this please do not harass this person in fact maybe give them a follow or a like, they are trying their best.

OKAY NOW THAT IS OUT OF THE WAY i will talk on my feelings of this with simple statement:

this is not a bit.

i understand it can be difficult to accept this for some, especially in world where absurdity and cynical humor is so popular, but i am very sincere. even though i make jokerman jokes sometimes, even in my writing, tinglers are not supposed to be funny as a concept. if you laugh at them that is TOTALLY OKAY i understand this way when confronted with something out of the box but that is not the point of them at all. the point is that LOVE IS REAL for everyone (there are other points but that is a broad one)

now on to why i trot my trot in this way. first off is to protect my privacy this is simple enough. when i talk on son jon or sweet barbara or any other way i am adding a layer of secrets by changing names or relations or towns but that is just a fancy outfit for the real truth. i am NOT creating a character, i am protecting myself.

second and more important is that when i TALK IN MY UNIQUE WAY i am expressing myself without masking, which is something old chuck does every single day out there in the world as someone on the autism spectrum. i am VERY GOOD AT MASKING you would probably not know chuck was autistic when talking to me unless you were a close bud. but unfortunately this masking way creates very real tension in my body. i have trotted with CHRONIC PAIN for most of my life heading to emergency rooms where kind and handsome t-rex doctors could not figure out what the heck was goin on. basically LIVED in the dang emergency room. eventually chuck learned i carried my body TOO TIGHT from masking all the time, but what i realized is that allowing myself a space to type freely without way of punctuation or other restrictions and LETTING MY HEART SING to just be myself without masking made this tension release. pain started going away. GRAND IRONY of course is that when im trotting as chuck i wear a pink mask to take off my OTHER MASK of a neurotypical bud.

that is why i protect my way of speaking freely as well. if someone says 'well you need to talk like this right now' i stand tall and say NO BUD THIS IS MY SPACE AND I WILL EXPRESS MYSELF IN THIS WAY AND YOU AN TROT ON IF YOU WANT. this is firm boundary for me and my health.

anyway buckaroo to sum that up again: yes i am one person and this is not a bit

if you want to know more about my way on the autism spectrum i wrote a tingler about how it feels to have others say you are 'playing a character' and not actually neurodivergent. i think tumblr buds might enjoy so i will add it down here LOVE IS REAL thank you for your question

NOT POUNDED BY THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF SOMEONE ELSE'S DOUBT IN MY PLACE ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM BECAUSE DENYING SOMEONE'S PERSONAL JOURNEY AND IDENTITY LIKE THAT IS INCREDIBLY RUDE SO NO THANKS

[mxlti-lover]

Sick ~ pt. 2 {P.L.}

Summary: You’re sick with a bad cold, but you didn’t want your werewolf of a boyfriend to cuddle you, only to end up having to fix the feelings that you hurt.

Warnings: maybe a small bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count: 1099

Note: Hey, sorry this took a while to write, I know a few of you wanted a pt. 2 to this, so here you go! Hope you enjoy!

*Do not steal or copyright my work pls and thank you*

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You ran your hands over your face as you sat there contemplating on what you were going to say.

You knew you hurt Paul bad, your words coming off a lot harsher than you had anticipated, but you needed to get out of his hold before your skin started melting off.

Okay…that was dramatic, but you get the point..

After a few more minutes, you finally got out of bed, first time all day, grabbing the tray that Paul had brought up half an hour ago, and a box of tissues as you headed downstairs.

You shivered softly as the house was a lot colder than you thought - though it was the mid December - your mind slipped freely of that idea.

You peeked around the doorway, seeing Paul in the recliner watching whatever show was on TV. You could tell by his expression though he wasn’t actually paying any attention to the show. You could tell he was somewhere else in his thoughts, whether it was about what you said to him, or something else, but either way you felt bad one of the options was because of you.

You snuck quietly into the kitchen, placing your bowl and glass into the sink. You took a wet wash cloth and wiped down the tray before putting it back in its usual spot.

You turned around determined to go talk to Paul, only for you to let out a little squeal and jump 5 ft. back as the man you wanted to see was already looking over you in the doorway.

“Jesus Paul, you scared the shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled as you knew your voice would fail you if you actually attempted to yell, your hand still resting on your chest.

“Oh, so now I scare you too, that’s great.” Paul mumbled to himself. It was very quiet, but you could still barely hear him and your heart broke at his words.

“What?! No, no, Paul, stop that. I’m sorry for what I said to you. I didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to even before we cuddled, but there was no way of doing it without hurting you.” You tried to explain, looking up at him, his facial expression dropping even more.

“You mean…you didn’t want to cuddle with me at all? I mean, sure it would’ve hurt me, but I’m not upset about what you said, I’m upset with myself for making you feel even more uncomfortable than you already feel.” He spoke sadly, his eyes averting to the floor.

You frown walking over to him placing your hands on his cheeks, “Hey, look at me..” You spoke softly as his head slowly rises to meet your gaze. “You shouldn’t be upset with yourself over that. It was my fault to start, not telling you how I felt, and what I did and didn’t want. I let you cuddle me. I knew I didn’t want it because I knew it would make me uncomfortable in the long run, but I put myself in that position. So stop blaming yourself my love.”

Paul let out a small whimper before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

“I can’t help it. You’re my lover, my soulmate, and the idea of making you uncomfortable in any situation just makes my heart sink into my ass.” He expresses, his lips meeting the top of your head with a gentle kiss

You couldn’t help yourself to laugh at the wording he used at the end.

“What’s so funny? I just admitted my feelings to you and you’re sitting here laughing at me?!” He asks pulling away looking at you amused.

You could tell he wasn’t mad, no, he was being sarcastic with you, and you couldn’t help yourself but to laugh harder.

“Your- Your heart sinks- into- into your ass?! Then what? Do you shit it out?” You asked through your laughter, your arms wrapping around your stomach, thinking you were the funniest person in the world at the moment.

Paul ran a hand over his face, shaking his head as he let out a small chuckle himself.

“This-this is why we can never be serious little miss.” Paul says reaching out tickling your side softly.

“Oh, i’m sorry, I’m not the one that just said his heart goes into his ass.” You say swatting his hand away that tickled you.

“And to answer your question, yes, i do shit it out and place it in a jar to keep.”

“Then you would be dead dumb ass!”

Your guys’ laughter echoed throughout the house, your heart feeling warm in that moment, appreciating how the two of you can communicate, pushing the hard feelings away within minutes and replacing it with love - or laughter in this case.

“Can you come cuddle me now?” You ask quietly once the laughter subsided, staring up at your imprint.

“But I don’t wa-“ He started but you cut him off. “I’m asking you to cuddle with me Paul. You won’t make me feel uncomfortable, I promise.”

You squeal has his large arms pick you up bridal-style, carrying you back upstairs.

“I could’ve walked myself, ya know.” You mused, your eyes never leaving your imprint.

“I know, but my princess is sick and shouldn’t have to walk herself back to bed though.” He says looking at you with a small smirk.

You shake your head smiling as you rest your head against his chest.

He reaches the room as he carefully places you on the bed, tucking you in with the thin blanket you wore before.

You watch as he walks over to the closet, pulling one of his sweatshirts over his head, hoping it would keep some of the heat confined behind the fabric, before crawling into bed next to you.

You knew the sweatshirt wouldn’t help much, but you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, your legs intertwining with his like they always do. You bury your face into his chest, sighing contently.

“I love you so much. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I love you more sweet girl. No need to apologize, you’re making up for it right now.” He spoke softly, smiling, leaning down to plant a kiss to the top of your head.

Yet another Disney movie played, as the two of you watched. His fingers ran softly through your hair as you held him close. Both of you are feeling happy and content in this moment.

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Ew, I feel like this lowkey sucks and I’m so sorry😭🤚

[jaelaxies]

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

fluff; wc: 1 k.

Beomgyu x fem reader!; flower shop au! ; good sugary flower shower fluff; tw:none.

Song recommendation:  Starlight — Taeyeon ft Dean (why)

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An old beige cardigan met a golden bomber jacket one day, who would’ve thought what could become of that fateful reunion?

Monday. First day of the weekend and without a second hand helping out here, it would also be the loneliest, but ever since Choi Beomgyu started working here part time; the flower shop has been feeling livelier and brighter than usual. It’s a no brainer why he is the favorite to some customers: he can bring a smile to everyone’s faces with a simple joke or even just by greeting you with his big smile; he really is like a blooming flower. I also enjoy his company: his shy but ambitious curiosity is quite the charm and on rainy days like this one, where you crave warmth and some fun…Here he is.

—Careful…— He said, as he placed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of me. He preferred an expresso but he still made me some tea every single time as he placed his own beverage in front of him. — It’s still hot.

—Thanks, Beom. — It was normal for me to use nicknames on him, but I could never get enough of his expression every time I used one of them: his rose-tinted cheeks and cheeky smile, like he had just won the biggest award. He looked straight out of romance book. — How is your expresso today?

—Oh…— He looked at the cup and then rested his chin on his hand, like it was nothing. A slight hint of red still adorning the nape of his neck that got exposed when he moved— I decided to give tea a shot today… I wanted to taste it for myself before making this one for you.

—It’s delicious! — I said while carefully taking a sip, my chest was feeling funny… like someone was tickling me and I didn’t hate the feeling at all. It was just new. — You did this for…me?

—Why else would I do it?

This time he took a sip of his own cup and smiled for a second, shaking his head and making his chocolate locks move freely to cover some space of his neck and the white button up he had as a uniform. I could feel the small spark of something growing inside of my chest, but for now, all I did was smile with sealed lips and hummed in agreement. Not noticing the adoring stare he gifted me as he analyzed my now, strawberry colored cheeks.

Tuesdays were slow but fun; it was also days were Beomgyu would ask me to teach him the meaning of each flower we had and even in his free time, I found him taking little notes of what he had just learned. Because customer frenzy was in no show today, we could close thirty minutes earlier and work on arrangement requests from customers; he didn’t have to, but Beomgyu participated with a lot of enthusiasm, it energized me too. His little questions or his pout when something didn’t feel right for him, made the experience so much fun. Shoulder to shoulder we worked on arrangements trough the night; sometimes our hands would grace each other, fingers ghosting each other skin and we would just let it happen, ignoring how strong our hands desired to hold each other.

When grabbing a rose, he almost prickled his finger so I backed away and rummaged trough my purse, looking for my band aids; when I made sure every single finger was out of danger, he had pastel colored rings in all of his hands and we both let out a chuckle at how strange yet cool it looked; modeling like they were rings, I was almost crying at his antics but this time, he grabbed my hand carefully and put one of the pink colored band aids that matched with his, on one of my fingers; saying I also needed to be out of danger; still holding my hand, he gifted me a big smile with crinkled eyes that only carried joy in them… but how could I explain to him that once I felt his touch, I never wanted to let him go?

On that Thursday I finally gave in. I let my heart take over as we played some old songs to lift up the mood because we were jam packed with orders; to relieve some stress it was Beomgyu’ s idea to dance to the beat as we wanted to; I didn’t expect to be engulfed in his arms as he sweetly sang to me in my ear and we swayed to the music up until the point it was no longer necessary, because it only mattered that we were closer than ever, so much that I could hear his breathy laugh out of his chest and feel his warmth touch on my own collarbones as he wrapped his arms around me like a blanket and the echoing music became just a tune out of our own bubble.

Friday came in.

When I came into the store, the lights were out and there was no sight of him anywhere; just when I was about to lock everything, I noticed the faint dim light of the storage room creeping out on one of the edges of the door. I reached for the handle with a different type of adrenaline rushing trough my veins; when the door creaked open, Beomgyu turned around so fast I could only catch a glimpse of his notes all over the place and the flower arrangement he was working on.

—Wait, wait, wait! — He said while trying to hide it even though I was already smiling from ear to ear, so this is what he had been working on for hours long. It was a beautiful rose arrangement with red tulips, white camellias and baby’s breath to complete it all. — It’s not finished yet! It needs some touches here…

I didn’t let him finish, I threw myself in his embrace; wrapping my arms around his neck; he was quickly to catch me and hold my waist with ease, surprised by my sudden reaction he just stood there with a shy grin. — You sure fit perfectly in my arms.

—There’s no place I’d rather be, Gyu. — I locked my gaze with his until I felt him starting to come closer and closer and when our lips sealed a pact that was foretold since the beginning, I let myself be consumed by his sweet and caring kiss; now, these lips would be called my own and his arms became my own home. As he softly pecked my lips for the last time tonight; I made I promise with destiny to never let go of someone like Choi Beomgyu, ever.  

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Hello everyone!! (❁´◡`❁)

I'm back and with one of my favorite au's !! how i love a good flower shop fluffy au😭🤍

And this was one like made specially in mind for Beomgyu.. i had to ok he just fit perfectly in the story and also i really wanted to write again for him, it's pretty fun and i adore my boys so much

As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if your really liked this one!

With love, *°࿐Stella🤍

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[strawberrycrushes]

Hello!, I saw that your requests were open. Can I request Jing Yuan, Welt and Screwllium with a shy!reader who loves to figure skate? Reader is very private about it, yet also very pasionate about it. Reader will plan to go skating at places at times where there's no one present so they can preform figure skating tricks freely. If there isn't any music, reader will just sing it themselves. They'll skate for as long as they can, and won't stop untill either (a) someone finds them, (b) they're too tired to keep going,or (c) they're too cold continue.

thank youu

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A/N: Dear snowflake, thank you so much for the request however I will unfortunately have to exclude Screwllium because I only write for playable characters. I had a lot of fun with this request so I hope you enjoy.

Welt:-

Ever since the Express had landed in Jarilo-VI, you had acquired the strange habit of disappearing into the world’s frost-covered plains, only coming back much later; freezing cold and completely drained. It worried Welt half to death, but since you never revealed what you were up to, he just had to get used to the feeling. It helped that, ever since you started these so-called expeditions, you carried yourself with more satisfaction and confidence, or at least the closest thing to those he had ever seen you carry yourself with. It was nice seeing you like that.

Today, though, was different. You were late. Late enough to warrant concern from Himeko and Pom Pom as well. It confirmed that he wasn't just exaggerating the issue in his head, which was the only thing he needed to know before heading out to find you–

And find you he did.

You were out skating across an ice lake, humming a melody that matched the grace of your movements. You were so focused on these motions that you didn’t even notice him standing there, enchanted.

He was awestruck as he watched you make great leaps across the ice, pirouetting along to a routine even he could recognize as extraordinarily difficult. So this was what you were up to then?

When you finally skidded to a stop, he instinctively raised his hands to clap for you. A move that proved itself to be poorly thought out when you swerved around to look at him with wide eyes, nearly tripping along the way.

“M-Mr. Yang? What are you doing here?” You tried to steady yourself, the shock, confusion, and embarrassment evident in your face

Welt chuckled, “Perhaps it would be better if you got off the ice first?” he said playfully, and you quickly slid over with a beet red face, moving to retrieve the boots you hid inside a bush to replace the skates you were currently wearing.

“So um… Mr. Yang…” you trailed off, unsure how to ask him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. I myself am sorry that I didn’t tell you I was watching earlier. I’m afraid I might have encroached upon your privacy.” Welt gave you an apologetic look, and you flailed around with your hands.

“No, no, it’s fine, it’s actually probably for the best that you didn’t or else I would have fallen face first in the ice.” you awkwardly chuckled, causing Welt to laugh.

“If I may ask, you were figure skating, right?”

You nod and mumble, “It’s just a hobby I picked up from my home world, nothing special.”

“Liar.” Welt smiled, “If it really was nothing special to you, you wouldn’t be able to skate that way. I’ve seen figure skaters before, and if I had to say, you’d be amongst the best.”

You blush, “You’re flattering me”

“I’m being serious. Even if you didn’t want to share your talents with the world, you still ended up with a fan in me.”

You looked up at the earnest look on his face and smiled.

To be honest, figure skating was supposed to be a private hobby you could enjoy while nobody was watching. You loved it, yes, and you enjoyed the subtle comfort it gave you, but you honestly never believed anyone could enjoy it the same way you did. Yet somehow, when Mr. Yang saw your ‘performance’, as embarrassing as it was, you had to admit… it felt nice.

“Thank you, Mr. Yang. I appreciate it, really.”

A comfortable silence fell on the snowy plains. You hesitated, then asked, “If it’s not too rude to ask, what were you doing out here anyway?”

Welt’s eyes widened, “Shoot. I was supposed to come look for you because you hadn’t returned to the Express yet, and it completely slipped my mind just how late it was getting.”

…

……

You tried to hold back your laughter, but failed. This time, it was Welt’s turn to be embarrassed. “If you’re done laughing, we should probably head back now”

“Right.” you cleared your throat, clearly still amused by his misstep. Getting up, you begin to trail behind him with a smile on your face you couldn’t hold back. Maybe sharing this little hobby of yours wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Not when it was Welt, anyway.

Jingyuan:-

You took a deep breathe, then began.

Steadily pushing yourself forward, you carefully fell into the skating routine you had recently started practicing. Increasing your intensity with the rise and fall of the music playing in the background, the thin grinding of your skates against the ice being the only other sound that could be heard alongside. It felt like you were creating magic in the moment, something you easily got lost in until you couldn’t go on anymore.

Panting on the edge of the ring you reached out to grab your bottle of water only to find nothing there.

“Looking for something?” A suave voice called out from besides you.

You whipped your head around to find your boss, Jingyuan, teasingly waving your bottle in front of you with a sly smile. “I had no idea you could skate like that, why didn’t you tell me?”

You flush red. It was difficult not to be embarrassed when your literal boss caught you in one of your most private moments.

“I- I’m sorry General. Do you need me for anything? I’ll get right back to work-“

You try to stand up but Jingyuan quickly cuts you off “No no, not to worry. There’s no work to be done. I was hoping to invite you to a cup of coffee since you seemed so tired all the time but instead…I seemed to have come across the reason why, no?”

You gulp, “Um well, that’s-“ You try to think of something to say and Jingyuan chuckles.

“No need to be so tense, I only jest. I was actually very impressed with your performance here today and couldn’t help but ask, how come you haven’t told anyone about your hobby? You’re very good at it, I don’t doubt that you could even take it to an intergalactic stage-“

“General.” You cut him off this time. “Please. It’s nothing special. Besides, it’s meant to a more…private hobby. I feel uncomfortable figure skating when there are other people around”

“You were fine when I was watching”

“I didn’t know you were there!”

“Hmm, really?” He seemed to ponder this for a while though you find it quite impossible to believe he didn’t already know that. “Alright, new question. Is it possible for you to pretend that I’m not here once more? I want to watch again. If that’s okay with you of course. I wasn’t lying when I said I liked seeing you skate”

“You-!”

You had no idea what to say. How could he even say things like that with a straight face? Did he really want to see skate again that bad?

You gulp and reach out to grab the water bottle from his hands. Taking a sip, you mull it over, occasionally glancing back over to Jingyuan. How you weren’t as opposed to this as you initially thought, you had no idea either, but you wanted to give it a try.

“Fine” You mumble underneath your breath and try not to let your heart flutter too much at the sight of an honest to god genuine smile on your boss’s face. You slide back on to the middle of the ice rink, getting into position again.

As the music takes off, so do you. Twirling to the music you try to balance yourself on your skates but with the newfound nervousness that come with having an audience, even if there was only one member, you quickly found yourself slipping up. Very literally. As in, falling gracelessly on your ass.

“Are you hurt?” Jingyuan gave you a worried look.

You bit the inside of your cheek. How embarrassing. “No. It’s fine”

You get up, and try again, continuing on where the music currently was. This time, you didn’t trip immediately, feeling comfortable in adding that previous flourish you had when figure skating alone, but when you caught sight of the pride in Jingyuan’s face, your breathe hitched and you got distracted. Consequently you tripped.

You sigh in frustration, trying to get up again before promptly letting out a hiss of pain. Ah, your ankle. You must have injured it in the tumble…

Jingyuan immediately rushed to your side, hesitantly inspecting your ankle, carefully setting it back down when you grimaced.

“Not to worry. It appears you’ve only sprained it” He tries to reassure you but you have a feeling he’s telling that to himself as well. “It’ll be fine after some icing and rest, but I still want to take you to a doctor just to be sure.”

Before you could insist that you really were fine, you felt yourself be scooped up by the general as he began carrying you out, effectively turning you to mush. Your heartbeat went haywire and none of your thoughts felt comprehensive.

“G-general?”

“I am sorry for making you perform in such an unfamiliar environment.” He said, sounding incredibly guilty. “This is my fault. At least let me make it up to you”

You gazed at him silently then sighed, gulping down the lump in your throat. “A-alright. Perhaps it would be best to have to go through a proper check up”. You mumble, barely audible.

Jingyuan smiles before continuing on. How silly, you thought. You felt your heart skipped a beat once more.

[sparklingmusicofstars]

Hamefura first Bonus Short Story LN11 ( with Ronnie's POV )

Unfortunaly, it was only in the chinese version so I had a hard time, because I'm just a beginner in chinese. So please tell me if you find any mistakes. Please enjoy it ! ^^

Side Story I

The endless violence from my father stopped suddenly. I, Ronnie Percy, looked up with a puzzled expression, and found a very beautiful woman looking at me with a worried expression.

My father was lying on the side of the house for some reason.

The woman told me that it was my father who staggered and bumped into it. It seemed that my father was as drunk as usual. I thought I was saved and breathed a sigh of relief Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth. It should be that when I was beaten by my father just now, the skin in my mouth was broken. The woman who saw this scene said :

"Are you okay ? Wipe this off."

She handed me a beautiful handkerchief. Maybe it was out of kindness, but how dare a person like me use such a beautiful thing, so I refused. Then I wiped the blood with the sleeve of my shirt. Before I know it, it was time to go to work.

"For a decent person like you, don't come to this kind of place again. Also, please tell to Dewey for me, and tell him by the way, to don't use money to subsidize the family in the future."

I told the woman, who might have known Dewey, warn my siblings to be careful about my father and then headed out to work. Even if I worry in my heart that my body has been be covered in bruises after being beaten and kicked, I don't know if I can still work today. My feet were so painful that I could only move forward slowly, after walking for a while.

"Mr. Ronnie."

Someone called me from behind. It's from the woman just now.

"You, how could you…" A lot of women's attitudes. (?)

"Because I want to talk to you again." She told me, I was so surprised.

"Hey, why did you come here ? It should be said that I have to go to work now, so I don't have time to chat with you." I clearly rejected her.

"However, I have asked your sister that your work is quite heavy physical work. I think your body may not be able to bear it. "

But the woman answered me like this.

"Tsk, she is so talkative… You are right, but I still have to go and ask if there is any work that can be done. Our family is very short of money. If I don't make money, even my younger siblings We can’t even afford food.”

"It means that you are just trying your luck. Then don't force yourself and rest well. Otherwise, the injury will not heal. If If you have to ask your boss to leave, let me go instead of you ?"

The woman who said so would not give in at all. And she also asked about Dewey, so I finally couldn't help but say "I hope Dewey doesn't mess with our family and live freely." Such sincere words.

This woman is really strange. I have never met such an inexplicable woman before. I thought to myself that the women in the Ministry of Magic are very strange. Then the strange woman went further :

"Leaving aside Mr. Ronnie's father, but you are definitely not useless. Literacy and good at arithmetic are indeed advantages. This will make it easier for you to survive in society. But this alone is not the value of a person. I think it is for the sake of younger brothers and sisters. Mr. Ronnie, who worked hard, is a very good person.”

First time someone said that to me. Because my father kept scolding me: "You are completely useless ." When I was confused and didn't know how to answer, a suspicious figure in black robe suddenly appeared and attacked the woman. In order to protect the woman, I ran around desperately for help… But I didn't catch up, and she came back directly after solving the problem on her own.

I obviously did nothing, but she thanked me very much. She complimented me again on how great I was, which made me feel good.

Later, thanks to her, I learned that Dewey respected me very much. And intends to "join hands with brothers to get rid of the current life of poverty". So I decided to go with him. I was trying to deal with my parents' problems, but when I got home, I found that everything had already been resolved, which made me feel discouraged.

Just today, my life has completely changed, and improved dramatically. I still can't accept the reality. When I was about to move, It seemed that my sister likes that strange woman very much. She said "I hope you can marry into our family." I heard my heart beat faster, but Dewey strongly denied it.

"Is that woman so powerful ?"

So I asked in private.

"She is the princess of the duke's family, the prince's fiancée." Dewey then told me the astonishing fact. The eldest daughter of the duke's family, the prince's fiancée, is an unattainable object. "How could such a noble person be here!" I yelled in surprise.

"How should I put it, she is like this. And she is a very nice person."

Dewey told me with a wry smile. An indescribable sense of trust can be seen from his expression. For her, who is out of reach, the vaguely sprouting emotion in my heart gradually fades. If only I had found out sooner. But if we moved near to the residence of the Ministry of Magic, I might have a chance to see her again from afar. Thinking so, I feel a little happy.

[fangbangerghoul]

Snippet Sunday

Thanks @eridanidreams I appreciate your tag! If you see this you are tagged!

I have some words I can share but I have been writing a lot of random stuff lately.

I finally have an organized idea in my head for Fleeting Pleasures but I am allowing myself some time before I finish the story. So soon!

(Plus I have been enjoying focusing on personal stories I do not have to publish lol)

MDNI, 18 +

            The lights that strobed around her were different variations of blue, purple, pink and green. They flashed with the rhythm that the DJ had set up for the club that night and the patrons danced around in the middle of the large dance floor. Some in groups, some in pairs, some alone feeling their own sweaty skin and the beats that guided the way their body moved. Ghoul sat at the bar sipping on her third fruity drink for the night. It was hardly any liquor in them but the flavors were fun enough to keep her buying them. She was still waiting for her companion to come back from the bathroom so they could finish this impromptu meeting with the Neon Rangers.

            “Would you like another?” The perky bartender asked as she wiped down the counter in front of Ghoul. Ghoul let her eyes trace the waitress’s body freely as the waitress stretched herself over the counter to reach things. Her tight black dress displayed her breasts so well, making it look like they were about to spill out and the fabric clung to her curves tightly while allowing the bottom of her round ass to peek out occasionally. Ghoul knew she probably dressed that way either because the Astral Lounge had demanded it of her or because she knew it would allow for more tips but either way she appreciated the effort the bartender put into it.

            “Only, if you bring it back to me this time.” Ghoul was trying to be smooth with her, maybe it was the drinks catching up or the smell of pheromones and aurora in the club. All she knew was she wanted a glass of whatever this woman was poured of. The waitress gave her the usual smile and as she reached to grab Ghoul’s empty glass, Ghoul softly reached out and stopped her hand. She had a stick of 200 credits in the palm that she handed the waitress.

            “My friend has appeared to have gotten lost and I wouldn’t mind some extra company tonight. I promise I don’t bite.” A weary expression appeared on the waitress’ face at first but when she saw the amount of the credits that weariness seemed to be persuaded away. The woman’s demeanor changed and she started to pick up what Ghoul was putting down.

            “I don’t know how my boss would feel about ignoring my duties tonight but I might be able to get out of it.” The woman then lightly traced her finger on Ghoul’s hand before spinning away to go get her another and clear her schedule for the night. Ghoul watched her leave and as if the waitress knew she slowly rocked her hips side to side as she walked away, possibly earning more credits out of Ghoul’s pocket that night.

            The music rocked the bar and it seemed like tonight was going to be a bit more freelance than anticipated. Ghoul could only assume Sam was outside of the club still trying to get away from the scene and a part of her respected it even if she had every intention of participating in it. The waitress finally came back with her drink but this time instead of placing it on the counter and walking away she leaned her back side onto Ghoul and made herself comfortable. Ghoul wasted no time to gently place her hands on the woman’s hips and as she brought her lips to her ears, she made sure to release a soft warm breath that would run down her neck.

            “Welcome back. I am already feeling myself becoming less-.” Ghoul’s hands greedily ran up the sides of her curves and back down to her lovely thighs. “Lonely. Do I get a name for tonight or should I make one up?” She watched as the now off duty waitress responded to the touch of her hands.

            “Rosalia.” She responded to Ghoul as she turned her head to look back at her. The two of them were extremely close now and Ghoul was ready to let their bodies connect more.

            “Well, Rosalia, let’s go dance.” Ghoul hopped off of her bar stool in a way that wouldn’t have pushed Rosalia too much and lifted her hand to twirl her. One of the few ways to enchant a woman, Ghoul had learned, was to bring them an experience that was unique to who she was, or pretended to be in that moment. Tonight, Rosalia was going to receive charm but also greedy passion and from what Ghoul could tell as she watched her work around the bar tonight the woman craved to be longed for. She led Rosalia towards the dance floor where the crowd was the thickest. The bodies around them forced them to be as close to possible to one another but that was no issue for Ghoul. She let Rosalia take the lead at first to become accustomed to her body grinding against hers before she took over with her hands and soon her mouth. The dips Rosalia would do against Ghoul were always rewarded with a slight smack on the ass or a nip on her ear. She didn’t have to say a word but direct the beautiful girl’s hands where she wanted them to be. The dancing felt everlasting but, in a way, where time stopped still. Ghoul’s own neediness was starting to show while she groped Rosalina’s breasts as if her hands wanted to consume them and the way her hips bucked in sync with her dance partners. The flame of lust was boiling in her veins and a part of her was willing to take her right on the dance floor in front of all the other patrons but she knew Rosalia would object unfortunately. So she stuck with teasing, squeezes on the thighs, hands sneaking up the sides of her dress and cupping her ass, bite marks when Rosalia’s back fell into her.              “Are you ready to find a room yet or do we need more time?” Ghoul whispered in a sultry tone while her hands found themselves up the side’s of Rosalia’s dress.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hello! Can I request a matchup?

I'm a woman in my twenties. And in case it helps, my personality typing is INFJ / 4w5!

I don't appear friendly and I tend to be quiet in front of new people or in new environment; people tend to say that I look arrogant, quiet, or shy when we first meet. But once I click with someone, I cannot stop talking and I love to play clown to make my friends laugh. I love spending my time with my loved ones, those who are important for me, instead of being alone.

I am both passionate and strongly opinionated person, and due to this I think I can be a bit too intense 😂 When I am fond of something, I will be fixated on it and using up all my energy for it. I have a lot of opinions and things I want to know about this world-- and that's also why I love learning things related to politics and society and wishing to have an opportunity to work on that field in the future.

I was raised in a strict and conservative environment, where I cannot freely express myself and escape from supervision. Now that I'm an adult and I have a freedom of my own, I enjoy doing things I couldn't do back then such as travelling to galleries, museums, other cities or countries by myself-- I use it as a media to get to know myself better and spend some quality time with myself.

I am autistic, and even though I have lots of things I love from my autism, I often feel like I cannot genuinely connect to the world around me. I feel like an alien pretending to be a human most of the time. Feeling like I belong to this world as much as everyone else is something I'm working on.

My hobbies are singing, writing poems, and fashion! I love looking good according to my personal aesthetic; aesthetic is very important for me. I love wearing vintage and romantic styles; academia, witchy, laces, or flower patterns. Black clothes and red lipstick are things that stand out the most from my personal fashion style. I also love going out in nature (preferably somewhere high like mountains because I prefer colder weather) and watching flowers-- sunflower is my favourite one.

OKAY it ends up being a whole thesis 😭 I hope you don't mind... Thank you and have a nice day!!! 💕💕💕

I match you with...

Jumin!

You're the kind of person who feels you missed out on something because others were holding you back. It feels like the world has already grown a few steps ahead of you and you're trying to figure out how to get there. But, you're doing your best to reclaim what you feel was taken away from you when you were young.

Sometimes people don't understand you or the way that you interact with the world, so you're looking for somebody who knows you for you. You’re looking for someone like Jumin who is going to light up when he sees you shine. You want somebody like him who knows what it feels like to need others who understand where you're coming from. You don't want a relationship with someone who belittles your interests or makes you feel bad about them. you want somebody who's right there with you cheering along. 

He could listen to you talk for hours about style and fashion. It's not a category he's put much thought into for himself apart from his own preferences, so it's interesting to hear your perspective on it. That's one of the things that makes him happy. It makes him feel good to know that he's learning something about other people every day, and it means even more when he’s learning things about you. Going places with you and learning anything he can is exciting. The two of you thrive in an environment where you don't have to look over your shoulders, rather, you get to look to your side and smile because somebody gets it. 

[genshinimpactlife]

Hi there I go by Voidless! (She/They, I'm fine with whatever). Requesting for Genshin match ups and would prefer guys (with the exception of Childe)

● I tend to be forthright with emotions, yet there's this current of sensitivity that I sometimes forget is there. Emotions can just turn off sometimes, it's kinda scary.

● I enjoy sharing anecdotes and fun facts! Unfortunately it tends to come out rather forcefully. (extroversion?) It comes from a place of caring about what they're saying, but I digress.

● It's one of a few things I get insecure about. Those thoughts spiral making me assume things about others in my frenzied mind. These thoughts then lurk in limbo to form someone that's not true to who they really are.

● Folks on the outside have described described me as 'not unlike Zhongli'. (Something along the lines of; serious, goes on tangents, socially awkward)

●Enjoys: museums, cool rocks, having a good laugh, travelling, anemo and electro slimes, civilizations of antiquity, and shopping

● Hobbies: Anything under the sun! I sincerely wish I could live forever to do everything. Chief of those hobbies are singing and observing people and gleaning how their minds work. I di write and enjoy astronomy!

● I'll express love quite freely. However I feel most at home with Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation. I'm especially fond of grand romantic gestures

● In abstract terms; I have this longing for someone who can be tender or gentle with my feelings. In the sense that, someday someone will love me for everything I am. In that regard I take what people say to heart, and try to improve myself for others. I want to make my beloved smile, they deserve it.

● I love people who have layers of depth, someone I can't figure out immediately.

Thank you for your time :))

I would match you with...

Your first date with Albedo was going to a museum.

You both spent way too long in the gift shop, and he ended up buying you one of those decorator rocks with the museum's name on it to commemorate your first date.

He loves when you tell him your fun facts and anecdotes. It doesn't matter when you mention them or if it's forceful. You wanted to tell him, and that's what is important to him.

Albedo would study what you like (Gift giving, words of affirmation, and grand romantic gestures) so that he completely understands how to make you happy.

For your birthday, he got you red roses for each year of your life, a present, and a romantic dinner for the two of you.

He saw it in a romantic movie and took notes.

He really appreciates your vast array of hobbies and ended up picking up a few new ones of his own because of you.

I hope you enjoy!

[gwiceyi]

A Silent Reader to a Creative Writer

Teens these days are reading a lot of stories and poems online, but do they know how to write one? 

I’m ceyi and I’ll try to give some thoughts about my favorite literature genres: short fiction and poems. Might sound boring but here are some ideas why these two are very interesting. 

Warning: slightly long blog ahead :3

Let’s define these two first. Short fiction are, well, fictional stories, but unlike novels, they deal with fewer characters and are short stories, hence the name short fictional story. On the other hand, poetry is a form of literature that expresses feelings and ideas by distinctive style and rhythm poems is a genre of literature.

Some examples for short fiction are fairy tales, action-adventure stories, and more imaginative storyline. Is Harry Potter included on the list? Even though it is purely fiction, obviously it is not a short story, so it is not under short fiction stories. An example for poems are, well there is no need for an example, I'm sure you've seen love poems here and there, and hey, you may have even received one. 

Because of the diversity of these two genres, most people enjoyed reading these types of genres and became silent readers enjoying great stories and poems silently. But, did it ever cross your mind that “someday, you’ll be creating your own world with your own fictional characters and your own story where you feel like you’re the main character?” Well, guess what, it is not impossible to be one. As a writer myself, I started thinking before that literature may seem to be very challenging. But, I learned as well that if you know how to write with the most basic rules, you’ll be able to create a masterpiece of your own. 

For short fiction, you're gonna need a few characters, a setting (preferably, well fictional, but a real place could do as well, as long as your characters does not exist in the real world), conflict, plot, and most importantly, a title, and you're all set! When starting writing, you may start to outline the storyline. Take note that the story must not be too long that it will become a novel. Also make sure that you will not lose the sense of fiction until the end. 

Now that we are done with that, let's head on over to poetry! It can be written in different forms whether it is the traditional style of writing (following rhyming patterns per stanza) or you may have free verse (or also known as Spoken Word Poetry where the author can freely write poem without following certain rules aside from having stanzas and some rhyming words if you want). Compared to short fiction, it requires few things: a general topic, and a certain pattern you like to do. In writing, it varies to the author whether it can be narrative, a song, or something that they really want to express in words but with art. With that complete stanzas, lines, title, and rhyme pattern, you have yourself a complete poem!

As you can see these things are easy to make, so go on in and try making one for yourself or for your friends and family, and hey, this might even work for a special someone. I hope that this blog finds you well, and that this is enough to encourage you to make one as well, you never know, you might be a rising writer! 

- ceyi

[dahstev]

SwampCon

I went to SwampCon on Sunday as this is my first-ever convention. I felt the atmosphere was lively, but Saturday was probably better since I had to miss it due to cramming for an exam which sucks. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience and the event showed how it brought the community together as a gemeinschaft from many different age groups and allowed people to freely express themselves in cosplay. There was no judgment at the convention, but when I had lunch in the Reitz Union food court, many passersby were looking at the cosplays. Not sure if they were interested or disgusted. Anyways, I saw families with parents bringing their children which shows their suppurative nature. Compared to many of the anime we watched in class, parents usually don’t agree and reject the idea of cosplaying in general. People went all out with cosplay such as characters from Naruto, Sailor Moon, Genshin Impact, and Chainsaw Man. Many of the outfits were elaborate, and I respect the amount of time and effort placed into an event. Since I’m not into anime to a large extent yet, I felt out of place when walking around while wearing a plain outfit.

In the Artist Alley and Vendors’ area, it was cool to see what they had to offer. The Artist Valley had handmade products, such as soaps and candles, and commissioners for art. There were many fan-made works, and this reminds me of the discussion on Genshiken about how cultural capital is made into official capital. This applies to the Vendor area as well where accumulated official capital allows them to continue cultural capital, a legitimate occupation. I felt that there was no fandom gatekeeping, as talked about in class, with everyone being open to discussing. This could be due to the smaller population of individuals into anime compared to urban cities where anime is prominent such as Japan. In the end, I had to prevent myself from buying things because they were expensive. But at the same time, there were other anime that I didn’t know what I was looking at half of the time. The next stop was the Maid Café at noon, and they were transitioning so everyone had to wait. After being seated, I got to strike up a conversation with random people at my table. I was hoping to expect more in terms of food, but cake and lemonade were sufficient since food was running out. There was a performance onstage that I didn’t know what the track was, but it seemed popular as many were cheering, and was interesting to watch. The last stop, where I spent most of my time, was in the VR room. I had a blast as this was my first time in a VR environment. The experience was immersive, and I came back multiple times for the different games they had to offer (escape room, zombies, archers). After a few rounds and back in the “real” world, I had to make sure the things I touch were physically there such as the handle rails for the stairs. It just shows how easily the mind can be manipulated. I can see why such people in SAO would enjoy MMORPG games despite the risk involved. VR is nowhere near the level of the NerveGear and I already have trouble separating the two environments.

I believe that SwampCon should be more public about the convention and promote it because I didn’t even know it was a thing at UF until this class. Even though I am fairly new to anime, I enjoyed it and will attend in the future.

^ Maid Cafe

^ A classmate from high school

[tdou]

11,12,13th of November - Day 160, 161 & 162

Friday was armistice so no work for baby ! After getting lunch with their fam they came to my place, and my bro was not here !! I kept waiting for these timings and here they were. But boo was tireeddd, sleepy sleepy lill one spent the afternoon napping, by the time we were awake it was night time already. I didn’t feel sleepy, probably napped an hour. We did talk about my little mess up the day before, I felt so fucking guilty it really was eating me alive for days. They finally confessed about how they felt about gender, and their body. And I could cry I really wish we lived in a world where everyone could be who they want to be. And I’d still love them regardless of what they look like because I love them so fucking much already. The hard part for me is that I’ll have to hold myself back from trying to push them towards feminine things, cuz I’ll always kinda want them to express themself freely, as much as they would like. But disphoria isn’t a nice feeling and I don’t want them to feel bad. When they woke up we went to get groceries, veggies as we do. At some point in my room babe told me that their mom kept asking questions about me. I was soooo curious but they forgot ? Wdym forgot ?? I’m still so curious !!! I know she asked regular questions about me, what I study, what I look like, if I looked arab ? How tall I was ect, but I know there are more >:( I asked question during the entire dinner. We didn’t really stay up late because their dad was picking them up at 9:30 in the morning so sleep was sleep. I spent Saturday with my sister of heart then my family then friend and babe was supposed to come back to my place after their movie night with a friend so they met me and M, stayed with us in a bar and then we got back to my place. We had really interresting chats, I think they bonded over the fact that they were both from the same place (but honestly they have a lot of common points) and we had our regular fuck the patriarchy discussions. In the metro going home I learnt that baby is a big marvel fan. I did not know that. I shall look more into marvel but honestly it’s not my world so I also probably won’t. To each their own. When we got home they reheated the food for them and then we went sleep, they still had to leave early in the morning but 11 is better than 9.

Horny was me in the morning. I don’t know what, I don’t know why, I woke up and every inch of my body felt sensitive. At first I was enjoying the lill touches, the cuddles. But the tick tack of time kinda made me hesitant to ask for more. My pants did come off tho, for biting purpose. I honestly could have been fully naked at that point I just wanted to feel but alas time to go. See you soon darling

Btw by message they told me they almost couldn’t stop themself… an other time baby

[manikas-whims]

Recently, I'm seeing a rise in the most awful misinterpretations of some characters in Six of Crows, so I'm gonna address how wrong they are.

Before I start: if you haven't said any of what I'm going to mention here, then it means I'm not pointing fingers at you. Don't take offense for something you didn't do.

Now I'm gonna try to keep it as short as possible...

Part 1

"I don't think Inej loves Kaz." "Inej doesn't love Kaz as much as he does her." "Inej is ignorant." bla bla bla...

A cousin of mine (15 yo) read the books and said the same things as above.

I asked her what does love mean to her and she responded it meant "two people showing their emotions by acts like kisses, cuddles, etc." and "by being together with that person by the end of the story".

Obviously, that's not all to love. Younger audiences tend to not take note of the faint nuances the same way grownups do. Its just like watching disney movies and only later realising the ambiguous meanings in certain dialogues. But we can't simply say that age plays a major factor here.

While SoC is a YA novel and aimed for age groups 13-17 mostly, many adults enjoy the books.

I myself read the books this year (23 yo) and my perception of love is different from my cousin's. Love isn't simply an emotion or feeling or gestures. LOVE IS WORK. It requires both the parties involved to put in equal effort.

And so, when Inej says "I will have you without armor." , she isn't being ignorant at all. She does mean it in the literal sense. But also more than that. Inej is an honest person and says whats on her mind freely. She expects the same honesty in return. She says this dialogue because while Kaz seems to know a good amount about her— her full real name, how she was taken to Ketterdam and sold to Tante Heleen, etc. Inej knows nothing about him, not even his real name. The first thing she learns about him is that he had a brother and a vague "i had a lot of things."

And even with things Kaz doesn't know about her, she's ready to share. She tells him that it was easy for her to entirely dissociate when seeing her clients but she couldn't do it with one guy, the guy who'd seen her perform on the high wire as a kid. She shares this deep, awful experience with him and says its not easy for her either. In doing so, being honest about her past, she encourages him to take a step as well. To try and be a little honest about himself, share a small part of himself. She wants him to put some effort into their relationship because a simple "i want you" isn't enough. They both need to work on a lot of things to reach that "i want you". SHE ISN'T IGNORANT.

Later on, Inej realises, she can't ask so much honesty of Kaz because that one bathroom scene is an eye opener for both of them. She realises that she may have handled that kiss on the neck but what if she couldn't have? What if she had dissociated on instinct, as her defense mechanism? What if? Kaz adds to all that when he tells her to take the money and leave, forget him. But does she do that? NO. She thinks whether it would be better for her to find a kind man, bear his children and then sharpen her knives at night. And she realizes she doesn't want that because she can only be her true self (a kind woman who wields knives) with Kaz. She can only be her genuine self with Kaz. She thinks "he'd tried, they'd tried. They could try again." She wants to try again with Kaz. SHE WANTS HIM JUST AS MUCH.

Now for a moment, lets consider the other female character in SoC— Nina Zenik. We all call her an "Unapologetic Queen" for being herself, being proud of her body proportions and such. But if Nina was a woman of color, would she get the same hype? Don't say "Yes" because we know that won't be the case. Nina wouldn’t get the same hype for her plus sized representation if she was a poc.

And this, I'm speaking as a Desi. I know what I face in real life from people of other cultures. I've experienced a lot of stereotypes about myself as a South Asian woc. And while not everyone treats me the same, I do encounter alot of obvious stereotypical assumptions about myself.

Similarly, so many people when they read the "I will have you without armor" dialogue, completely stop looking further into Inej. Age factor is very miniscule. Most of this, whether you like it or not, stems from the internalized stereotype that "brown girls are mean and insensitive". Thats how we've typically seen them portrayed in majority of media and that's where many readers' thoughts immediately head to when they read the "without armor" dialogue. Those of you who say the quoted things mentioned at the top, don't bother to look as deeply into Inej's perspective as you do for Kaz or Nina or the others. You simply settle for calling her ignorant.

Did you ever give her more thought instead of reducing her to the stereotypical brown girl?

Did you ever consider that this girl has her own demons? That this girl was captured forcefully and sold into prostitution at 14!? That this girl sometimes even gets scared of touches from her own friends? That this girl finds it harder to handle contact that she doesn't see coming? That she suffered abuse and was rewarded with kindness by the same hands that touched her at the Menagerie!? That at some point she just fearfully anticipated for whatever was to come, be it a gentle caress or a harsh slap across her cheek? That this girl was raped again and again and again every single day when she was only 14? That she was violated and touched in places too private without her consent? That she was continuously treated so by men twice, thrice, even four times her age!?

Did you ever consider that this girl who struggles with so much didn't let her suffering define her!? That she rises above these atrocities and finds a purpose!? That she chooses to pursue her own goals and save any other kids from whatever horrid things she went through!?

Did you ever consider that despite everything this girl suffered at the hands of innumerable people, she wants to try again with Kaz?

For a girl like her to let Kaz kiss her neck completely unguarded (she doesn't have her knives with her in that scene)..to still be able to give her heart to Kaz, is a very beautiful thing. It means she trusts him so much more than she'll ever trust any other person..

Everyone expresses themselves in different ways. Thats what makes each human so unique. Just because Inej isn't saying poetic things in her pov chapters, doesn't mean she loves Kaz any less.

Inej Ghafa loves Kaz Brekker. And she always will. But her love doesn't mean she must give up on her own purpose. Kaz doesn't ask her to. And she doesn't ask Kaz to give up his position as the new King of the Barrel. They're equals who support each other in their goals. They're two people in love who will take their baby steps towards healing together.

Inej and Kaz love each other.

Inej and Kaz are together.

Inej isn't ignorant, just misread.

Rant over for now. Next I'll be talking about Matthias Helvar..:)

[captainscanadian]

Sanguis Sanguinis Mei | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 3)

MY MASTERLIST || NAYNAY’S MASTERLIST

Series Masterlist

Summary: It was a war that no one saw coming. 

Word Count: 3350

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Hunter!Steve Rogers

Warnings: Death, Blood, Violence, Gore (a little)

A/N: This fic is a collaboration between @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend and myself, and we decided to write a Vampire AU in honour of Halloween. I’m really excited to share this with you all, because Naynay and I enjoyed writing this so much. Divider credit to @whimsicalrogers​!

The year was 1944. The Great Depression was long past Sir James and his clan, and with the emergence of another World War, it seemed that things were still not as lively as they used to be. Business was not necessarily as booming as it once was during the Twenties, not that it mattered all that much to the vampire. Wealth was not an issue to the man who came from Romanian nobility. 

With Steve enlisting to fight in the Second World War, that just left James, Y/N and Natasha on their own. Things were rather somber for the most part, but it seemed that the oldest vampire on the planet had been keen on celebrating a certain special occasion.  In fact, he had been counting down to it. 

“Happy 150th birthday, sanguinis mei,” James grinned as he placed the piece of cake with a single candle in it in front of her. 

“Technically I’m 173 years old and my birthday isn’t until October.” Y/N pointed out, a rather confused expression taking over her features. 

“We don’t count mortal years, doll. Just blow out the candle and make a wish.” He told her as he offered her a toothy smile that showed off his fangs. 

Following orders, she closed her eyes and blew out the candle. 

“What did you wish for?” He asked, curiously. 

She simply shook her head in response to his question. “I”m not telling. Then it won’t come true.” 

“That’s not how wishes work.” He quipped with a raised eyebrow. 

“It is absolutely how wishes work. I”m not telling you, James.” She said, shaking her head before she let out a soft chuckle. 

“Fine, fine. Keep your secrets.” He shrugged her off. 

She plucked the candle from the treat and picked up a fork to take a bite. “This is delicious. Where did you get it?” 

“I made it.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. 

Y/N’s eyes grew wide upon hearing his words, for she had been unaware of this hidden talent of his. “You did?” 

“Don’t sound so surprised. I’ve been alive for over 500 years. I picked up a thing or two.” He pointed out. 

“I’m just- you didn’t need to do this just for me.” She told him, clearly feeling special. 

To think that it had been 150 years since she had joined Sir James’ clan was quite unbelievable, as it seemed like forever ago when she had arrived at Bran Castle for the first time with Natasha. She still remembered that night as if it were yesterday, when he had ordered his servants to have the curtains be drawn by sunrise just so that she could roam that castle freely. And when Wanda had returned from her trip, he had obtained a daylight ring from her and given it to Y/N himself. 

“I wanted to. I also have a present for you.” He admitted. somewhat shyly. 

“James, this is really unnecessary.” She shook her head. “You’ve already done so much.”

“Please. I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a while. I was just waiting for a special day. And celebrating the day you joined my little clan is special.” He told her as he grinned. 

“It was the best decision I ever made. Thank you for accepting me.” She told him, genuinely. She would forever be grateful for the way he had embraced her as a part of his clan. 

“The easiest decision I ever made.” He told her before fished a small black velvet pouch from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to her. 

Taking it from him, she carefully loosened the drawstrings and turned the contents out onto her palm. “Oh, James, it’s beautiful. I couldn’t possibly-” She stared down at the large ruby in its silver setting, the delicate filigree locking the stone in place. It was on a black velvet ribbon. 

“Please, I want you to have it.” He assured her. 

“Are you sure?” She asked, still unsure about accepting such a precious gift from the man who had already given her everything she could have ever asked for. 

“I am. I found it a while ago and there’s no one else I can imagine giving it to. There’s a chain as well, I know tied on ribbons aren’t the most stable.” 

She turned the pouch again and sure enough a silver chain slid out. She quickly switched it with the ribbon.  “Do you mind?” She asked. 

“Not at all.” James took the necklace from her and stepped behind her chair. The clasp fit easily and the stone fell in the hollow of her throat. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you, James.” She stood and kissed him on the cheek, letting her hands rest on his shoulders. 

His hands fell to her waist automatically. “Sanguinis mei,” he whispered, leaning in. 

“James.” 

A knock on the door caused them to spring apart and James growled, muttering death threats to whoever was behind the door. At least until he opened it. “Natasha?” 

“We’ve got a problem.” She strolled past James into the room, nodding at Y/N as she passed. 

“What kind of problem?” He inquired, raising his eyebrow. 

“The big kind.” She handed him a piece of paper. “I just got this telegram.” 

“Honeybee. STOP. I found just what you’ve been missing. STOP. Though I’m not sure you even realized yet. STOP. I don’t think I’ll be able to send it home though. STOP. Too much red tape. STOP. I wish there was a magic solution. STOP. Wish you were here. STOP. I miss your voice. STOP I can hear it echoing in my skull sometimes. STOP. Always, Richard D.Y. Hunter . STOP” Bucky read the telegram out loud, staring at Natasha in confusion. “Should I know what this means?” 

“It’s from Steve. HYDRA has Wanda.” She replied. 

“What?! Why am I just hearing this now?” The oldest vampire exclaimed, clearly worried about the witch who had done so much for his clan. 

“Because I’m just hearing about it. The message is encoded.” She pointed out. 

“Obviously,” Bucky commented drily. 

“He found something I didn’t know was missing. Magic that he can’t return. Red Skull. A.R.D.Y.H. Hydra.” That clarification had certainly cleared up Y/N’s confusion regarding this whole situation, the fact that her sire had interrupted a moment between her and Bucky no longer being an issue. 

“Johann Schmidt,” Bucky growled, fangs protruding. 

“Who is Johann Schmidt?” Y/N asked quietly. 

“The reason your great grand sire and the rest of our clan is dead.” He replied, a certain calmness evident in his voice as he spoke to her, despite the fact that he was filled with so much anger. 

“He killed Dracula?” Y/N asked, her eyes growing wide. 

“After forcing him to turn him. He starved him and forced him to turn feral. Once Schmidt turned he killed him.” There was a sigh that escaped Bucky’s lips that let Y/N know that he still blamed himself for not being there to protect his sire, and his king. 

“Oh, James.” Y/N reached for his hand reflexively. 

Bucky squeezed it once before crossing his arms over his chest. “Did he send you coordinates somehow?” 

“Yeah, there was another telegram. They’re in Azzano. I can start arranging transport.” She told him in response. 

“Do it, and start packing. Meet at Steve’s place before first light. We leave the first thing tomorrow.”  He ordered. 

Natasha nodded and left. 

Bucky turned to Y/N. “I assume I’m wasting my breath by asking you to stay.” 

“You assume correctly. She’s my friend. I’m not leaving her behind. Besides if Schmidt was able to kill Dracula, then I’m not letting you go alone. I can’t lose you. Any of you,” she added a bit too quickly. 

Bucky smiled and cupped her cheek. “I couldn’t bear to lose you either, sanguinis mei. Promise me you’ll be safe, and if it gets too dangerous you’ll run.” 

“I promise I’ll be safe. I’ll be with you won’t I?” She reminded him, the smile on her lips mimicking his.

“Yes, you will.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes as he lingered for a moment too long. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“See you then.” 

“This place reeks of werewolves,” Bucky muttered under his breath. 

Natasha shushed him, as they crouched behind the trees. 

A large man in a bowler hat patrolled the perimeter. 

“Where’s Steve?” Y/N whispered. “Should we try to draw him out?” 

“I think we should just approach. He sent for us. This is his unit. Why should we hide?” Natasha reasoned. 

“Yeah, why are you guys hiding?” A voice asked from behind her. 

The three vampires whirled fangs out. 

Steve threw his head back as he laughed grabbing at his chest. “God you guys are so easy. I expected better.” 

Natasha stood up and slugged him in the shoulder before storming into camp. 

“Aw come on, honeybee. Don’t be like that,” Steve pleaded following. 

Bucky and Y/N rolled their eyes as they followed. 

“What are the odds that she kills him for that?” She asked the other. 

“Nah, she’ll just maim him,” Bucky shrugged. 

Steve greeted them properly and introduced them to his unit - the Howling Commandos. “Because they’re all-” 

“Werewolves. We got it,” Y/N deadpanned. 

“Can we get to the business at hand? Where’s Wanda? Where is Schmidt?” 

The reminder sobered Steve and he nodded, gesturing for the vampires and Dum Dum to follow him into his tent. 

There was a small table and a kerosene lantern on it, a map with flags marking what Bucky could only assume were Hydra strongholds. 

“This unit was formed as part of an attempt by the U.S. government to take out Hydra. They were made aware of Johann Scmidt’s true nature when he drained an entire platoon in a matter of minutes. My unit were all captured by them. I was sent in to infiltrate and extract as many men as I could.” Steve explained to his friends. 

“And how many did you get out?” Bucky asked, noting the low numbers. 

“Cap got every last one of us out,” Dum Dum announced proudly.

“The rest of them were split out into different units.” 

Bucky hummed. “How did you hear about Wanda?” 

“We’ve been clearing Hydra bases systematically. At the last one I found half a dozen witches imprisoned. They’d all be experimented on. Claimed some imp of a siphoner was responsible, but they didn’t know his name.” Dum Dum replied. 

“Based on our intel, this is the guy who matches the description.” Steve opened a manila folder and slid it across the table. “His name is Arnim Zola. A siphoner by all accounts.” 

Bucky growled, fangs protruding at the image. 

Bucky sighed. “He’s worse. He’s a necromancer. He used to go by the name Frankenstein.” 

Dum Dum raised an eyebrow and looked at Steve. “Are you sure?” 

“I never forget a face. The townsfolk ran him out when his monster got loose. He sought refuge with me but I turned him away. I don’t mix with necromancers.” 

“Do you think this is a vendetta thing?” Y/N asked.

“I think it’s unlikely two of my worst enemies didn’t bond over their shared hatred.” The oldest vampire stated before he rolled his eyes. 

“That makes things a hell of a lot more difficult,” Natasha commented while studying Bucky’s face. 

“Yeah. We’re going to have to change our plan of attack,” Steve muttered, clearly running strategies in his head. 

“Why exactly does this make things more complicated?” Dum Dum asked. 

“Hydra is made up of siphoners and heretics. They’re already hard to kill,” Steve started to explain. 

“With Zola’s powers, they’ll be impossible to put down. He can keep them alive without a heart,” Natasha finished, clearly displeased by the turn of events. 

“We have to take out Zola first,” Bucky determined. “Then your team can get Wanda and whoever else out while the rest of us go after Schmidt.”

“Orders are to capture and return Schmidt for questioning.” 

“Your orders,” Bucky reminded him. “Not mine. Schmidt will pay dearly.” 

“How far is it to the base?” Natasha asked.

“Twenty kilometers west of here. In the mountains.” Steve replied. 

“What’s our best point of entry?” Y/N piped up. 

“The four of us will repel in from the cliff above. The rest of the team will infiltrate via their hanger doors.” 

“I hope you have more than just the handful of men outside.” She added. 

“Don’t worry. Backup is coming.” Steve told the youngest vampire with a reassuring grin. 

Steve’s backup came in the form of the full force of the Strategic Scientific Reserve, which included two more battalions of werewolves and the handful of witches who had been rescued. Armed with flamethrowers, they were able to hold off the main force of Hydra while Bucky, Steve, Natasha, and Y/N infiltrated the fortress from above. 

Steve and Natasha split off from Bucky and Y/N. 

“Remember, if you find Zola, kill him on site. But leave Schmidt for me.” Bucky reminded them both. 

Natasha nodded. 

Steve hesitated but nodded after a moment. 

“Be safe. Be smart,” Natasha offered in response. 

“Get out alive,” Y/N added. 

“See you on the other side.” 

They cleared the floors systematically. Most of the upper floors were free of any troops, clearly having been called down to fight in the hangars. 

On the eighth floor Steve and Natasha found the laboratory. Wanda was strapped to a table, unconscious, and connected to several machines by a bundle of wires. The room was clear of anyone else, but they stayed on guard. 

“We found her,” Natasha whispered into the ring Wanda had designed for short distance communication. 

“Any sign of Zola?” crackled Bucky’s reply. 

“None yet. She’s wired up. We need to disconnect her and then we’ll move to the extraction point to hand off Wanda and double back to meet you.” She informed him. 

“Copy that.”  

Natasha carefully extracted Wanda from the wires while Steve kept watch. 

“Someone’s coming this way. Hurry up,” Steve hissed. 

“I’ve got her. Let’s go.” Natasha and Steve each slung an arm over their shoulders and rushed out of the room. They managed to pass Wanda off to Dum Dum and rushed back in to help Bucky and Y/N. “Location?” 

“Fifth floor. We have eyes on Zola. No sign of Schmidt.” Y/N replied. 

“En route.” Natasha spoke into her ring before her and Steve headed towards them.

Bucky and Y/N were crouched behind a pile of crates watching as Zola stuffed files into his briefcase. Bucky gave her a meaningful nod before silently drawing his sword. 

They split up and as Zola turned from the desk to leave, Y/N was standing in front of him. 

Before he could utter a single word, Y/N plunged her hand into his chest and yanked out his heart. 

“That won’t be enough to kill me, fraulein,” he taunted. 

“But this will,” Bucky grunted as he cleanly decapitated the necromancer before looking up at the woman who stood before him. “We need to burn him.” 

“There was a furnace a couple of floors up.” Y/N pointed out. 

They made quick work of him before continuing their quest. The sounds of the fight were still raging and they were getting closer. Natasha and Steve called in that they’d been pinned down.  They turned into a small corridor at the end of which was a large black door. 

“Stay behind me,” Bucky whispered. 

Y/N did as she was told and crept into the room behind him. 

“I expected you to find me much earlier, James. Such a disappointment and you kept me waiting,” Schmidt admonished, keeping his back to them. 

Bucky raised his sword, and Y/N tightened her grip on her silver dagger. 

“Turn around and face me like a man.” 

“I am not a man, James. And neither are you. But if you insist.” He turned and fully revealed himself to them, Red Skull and all. 

 Y/N had to hold back a gasp at the sight of him. 

“Ah and you brought your pet with you. How amusing.” There was a sort of manic laughter that escaped his lips. 

 Y/N hissed through her fangs. 

Bucky didn’t move his gaze for a millisecond. “It’s over, Schmidt. You’re going to die today.” 

“Perhaps. Such is the way of things. But I have already won.” He stated, cockily. 

Bucky didn’t bother indulging his spiel and instead lunged forward. Schmidt conjured a blade from thin air and was able to easily parry the attack. Bucky was relentless, but Schmidt was a skilled swordsman. To a human, the fight would have just been two blurs moving around the room, but Y/N was able to discern their movements. She watched closely, looking for her best opportunity. 

Before she could make her move, Schmidt was able to slice into Bucky’s thigh with a dagger he’d conjured. The older vampire roared in pain as he canted backwards. Schmidt spun, aiming for Bucky’s head but he was able to avoid the blow, hitting him with the hilt of his sword and momentarily stunning him. Y/N took the opportunity and plunged the silver dagger into Schmidt’s heart. 

He stilled but didn’t fall. His eyes still open, able to see, but unable to move. Bucky had regained his footing and was staring down Schmidt like a hunter with prey. He stalked forward, shoving Schmidt against the wall, with his blade to his throat. 

“I should let the witches experiment on you. Drag this out.” 

Schmidt’s eyes seemed to widen just a fraction. 

“But I’ll make this quick instead. I’m merciful like that. This is for Vlad,” he growled. 

With that, he dropped his sword and reared back, eyes turning red and fangs protruding before ripping out Schmidt’s throat.  

“Schmidt’s dead,” she reported into the ring. 

“All clear here too. Meet you outside.” Her sire responded. 

Y/N let out a breath of relief, it was done. 

Bucky was panting hard, eyes locked on the ground and arms by his side. 

“James,” she called quietly. “James, are you alright?” 

She reached out to place a hand on his shoulder when he whirled on her with a growl. His eyes were still red, the black veins protruding out onto his forehead and cheeks. 

“JAMES?!” she cried as he lunged for her. “James, Stop!” 

He lunged again, managing to pin her to the wall by her throat, squeezing painfully. 

“James, please,” she choked out. 

His grip was iron, and she was losing air too quickly. With all of her strength she pressed her back against the stone wall and push kicked him in the chest. It was enough to get him off of her for just a moment. 

“Nat, help! It’s James!” she yelled into the ring as she scrambled across the floor, picking up his forgotten sword to defend herself. Her movements were clumsy as she tried not to hurt him, but still tried her best to keep him from killing her. 

After a few swings, Bucky gripped the blade of the sword, not caring that it cut his palms and wrenched it out of her grip. He grabbed her by the throat once more, lifting her a foot off the ground. 

“James, please. Don’t.”

The door slammed open and Bucky threw her to the ground. Natasha and Steve rushed in. 

“What happened?” Nat yelled as she blocked a flurry of blows from her sire. 

Y/N couldn’t answer, her windpipe crushed. Steve and Natasha were no match for Bucky even working together. There was a sickening crunch as Steve was thrown into the wall. And Bucky was facing down Natasha. 

Y/N gathered all her strength and pulled the silver dagger from Schmidt’s corpse and as he lunged at Natasha, she drove it into his heart. 

Bucky crumbled to the ground, and Y/N fell on top of him sobbing. 

[shegatsby]

Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; None

Words; 1.125

A/N; Hi guys! Sorry for any typos, hope you have a wonderful day. The gif isn't mine. I'm loving the series so far, I hope to hear your thoughts. xxx

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(the gif is Tom's face while he is listening to you)

Chapter Five, the same day

He gracefully settled, his hands were holding his tea cup, first thing you realized was how big his hands are and you remembered something your gay bestie said about man with large hands, you blushed. ''I thought maybe..'' Tom stopped, he is usually good with words and first impressions but right now.. he found himself lost for words. ''Sorry, allow me to start over,'' he extended his big hand ''I2m Tom.'' you took his hand, it was warm, and smooth. ''Y/N, nice to meet you.'' He noticed your American accent and raised his golden eyebrow in a questioning manner. ''Pleasure is all mine. I assume you're from America.'' He noticed how soft your hand is, he liked it. ''Yes, I used to live in NewYork, came here for college, just few months ago.'' you shortly explained.

''New York? I did a play in there. The city life was something else.'' He chuckled more to himself, you smiled at his blushed cheeks. His face seemed familiar to you, like you saw him somewhere before, ''I'm sorry but you look so familiar... maybe I watched your play, what was it called?''

Tom's theory of you being a fan was false then, however it was good because now he could express himself more freely. ''Betrayal by Harold Pinter.''

''I haven't seen that one but I've read it myself. What was your part?'' you noticed the spark of light in his ocean eyes when you asked him about his job, you made a mental note. ''Robert. We played at Jacob's Theatre, I've read the play when I was a student but to be a part of it years later... I cannot describe how happy I was.'' He looked like a little boy talking about his favorite toy. You loved it.

''In Pinter's world life is a battle,'' you said pushing your notebook aside, ''between men but in Betrayal its 2 men over 1 woman. There are relatable themes about the play, that's why I loved it.'' you finished, he had an expression on his face you couldn't quite place but he looked like he was pleased to hear what you said about the play. You are a smart woman after all.

Talking about plays, theatre, Shakespeare etc. it seemed like it had been only five minutes but when you looked outside oh boy, it was getting late. ''Good Lord,'' Tom expressed exhaling, ''We've been talking for hours. I apologies if I kept you from studying.'' he looked cute when he is nervos. ''No, no not at all. I always choose a good conversation over studying. Plus... I wasn't studying, I was on a job hunt.''

''How did it go?'' He seemed interested, ''Not good, I applied to few places online.'' You looked outside again to change the subject, ''I'm sorry Tom but I have to go. I have classes early tomorrow. I must admit, I loved talking to you.'' you saw his pale face blush deeply, he was a gentleman. He helped you carry your backpack, paid the bill, you refused and wanted to give the money to him but he declined, said you already paid with a friendly and deep conversation. Now you were outside of the coffee shop, it was damn cold. ''I would like to walk with you to the tubs. If that is okay with you?'' You didn't expect that, you thought why not. ''Thank you Tom, you're too kind.''

As you both walked side by side your hand went inside the pocket of your jacket, the drawing was there. ''I enjoyed our talk very much.'' he said again, ''The feeling is mutual Tom, you didn't have to walk here with me though. It's so damn cold in this country.'' He laughed at your reaction, ''So I take it you don't like cold.''

''I hate it.'' You quickly responded which made him laugh again, ''This is nothing compared to the Viking lands.'' You gave him a puzzled look, ''Viking lands?'' you said sarcastically, this time you laughed. ''I hope you'll like London one day, must be different from home?''

''Yes, to be honest I didn't even unpack most of my boxes, its just.. doesn't feel like home, yet. Back at home I have my bestie, my family and friends but here, I have professors, a group of class mates and this random dude I've met from the café.'' You both laughed together, ''How do you like this guy so far, this random dude you've met?'' oh two can play this game Tommy, ''He is alright, I guess. So damn tall my neck hurts.'' on your way to the tubs you both made sarcastic comments about each other, laughed, chuckled and it felt like you were just old friends, you have noticed how comfortable you are at the moment. ''Maybe you need someone to make this city home.'' Tom's comment made you stop walking, ''Never thought about it that way, maybe you're right.'' Tom was testing waters, he didn't want a simple fling with you, you seemed to be a nice person, kind and with a little attitude, he geniuenly enjoyed your company and it wouldn2t hurt to have a new friend.

''This is me.'' you said pulling Tom from his deep thoughts, ''Please get home safely Y/N.'' before you left you held his arm, made him stop. He looked confused, ''I want to give you this. I never thanked you properly before, you know the cake and the earl grey tea.'' It was a folded yellow paper, ''Open it at home. See you soon Tom.''

When Tom got back home he sat on his kitchen stool and opened the paper you gave. It was just was he expected, the drawing. It wasn2t just him, you also drew Bobby, his dog too. He had a dreamy smile on his face, as he stood up to hang the drawing on the fridge he saw the small detail, you wrote your phone number in tiny digits, he had to wear his glasses to see the numbers. Was it too late to call you or text you? He was standing in front of his fridge, holding the drawing and trying to make a desicion. Did he really want a new friend or just something casual? He wasn't sure if he had time for you because in few weeks he had to fly to shoot the new Loki series and... you had no idea about him or his hectic life. It had been a while since he got into a relationship and he got frustrated with himself, it was too soon to think about such things but your smile ade him inhale deeply. You are an intelligent and beautiful woman and Tom would love to have you in his life.

Chapter 6

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Could you please write Zoe Lee x Famous Singer Reader where Reader was Zoe’s only friend in New York and then Reader moves to Paris for concerts and to be with Zoe?

my apologies if requests are closed or if you don’t want to write this

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Zoé Lee x Reader | ONE SHOT 🌷

"I heard that (Y/n) (L/n) is here in Paris."

"No way, the (Y/n) (L/n) who has 2 successful albums?"

"You're stating the obvious, but that's them!" People could be heard fussing about the singer. Well, who wouldn't be excited when a famous person could be a few meters away from you? Your appearance in Paris isn't what you really thought about or even your goal to begin with. You're here because of someone you knew for a long time, and you can't wait to meet her again.

"We're here, let's go. We have a hotel reservation at 3:00 this afternoon, we can't be late." Your manager said while picking up her things. Your bodyguard on the other hand is already holding your bags. "Thank you." You smiled at him and faced your manager. "What time is it, Bellum?" "It's already 1:40." He responded after looking at his watch. You left the airport after double checking your things and head straight to the popular hotel in the city, Le Grand Paris.

You told the hotel staffs that you don't want anyone to know you're staying there. You want to keep your stay lowkey as possible until the days nearing the concert. Well, you went there ahead of time, not following the schedule designed for you. After your team finalized your world tour, according to them: Paris, France would be the last destination. You were ecstatic about the news, and couldn't wait to visit. So, as soon as you finished the recent concert, you flew all the way to Paris.

Once you reached your destination, your manager checked in for you while you stayed in the car. He came to pick you up after and you went to your room. "Finally, a bed." You flopped on the bed and it was so comfortable to the point of falling asleep in a span of minutes. "What's on the schedule today?" You faced your manager. "Wow, that's a first." He fixed his glasses and looked at his tablet. "Fortunately your schedule is not loaded for the day--" "I'm going outside." You quickly responded. "Are you going to meet, Ms. Zoé?" "Duh." He turned around after you started undressing yourself to fit new set of clothes. "That's why you're in a hurry of coming here." "Come on, she's your friend too. Aren't you excited to meet her too?" You started putting on your bottoms and shoes. "I am, it's just that it's not professional to act impulsively about coming here when you have a loaded schedule on your last destination. I had to fake your sickness for you to come here." You tapped his shoulder and he finally turned to you. "And that's why I love you. I'm gonna get going, do not follow me." You're in a disguise and left the room.

While looking around Paris, you stopped at a bakery to try their baked goods. "Hello, would you like to take an order?" A dark haired girl greeted you on the other side of the counter. "Hello, I'm new here. Do you recommend anything?" "All of our baked goods are delicious, but the best selling here are our macarons." "I'll take a box." She prepared your order but when she's about to hand it to you she stopped for a moment she must have noticed something. "That bracelet... Are you (Y/n)?" "Pssh... No, I'm not." You chuckled nervously. "It is you!" "Shh!" You stopped her cheers of excitement by placing your pointer finger on her lips. She's calming her self down but it doesn't seem to be working.

"You should come with me! I'll take you somewhere!" She uttered suddenly which made you step back a bit. She noticed her words and tried to explain. "I-I mean, I'm inviting you to a get together, 'cause my friends will perform their song at Liberty this evening. You'll enjoy it for sure." "Liberty?" You asked, confused by her response at you. You were startled when she face palmed herself hard. "What am I doing?! They have a busy schedule!" She started talking to herself which disturbed you a little bit. "Hey, what's Liberty?" You spoke trying to break her out of her rambling state. "Well, it's a name of a boat my two friends live in. They're into music, so there are music performances on the boat quite often."

Well, there's no harm in joining a get together. But, you're just new here, no one would know what might happen. Also, her invite seems legit, it must be nice to party on a boat while there's live music. Eh, you're still not so sure. What if she'll trick you into coming on a secluded area and take your organs? Now, you finally made up your mind.

"I'm totally going."

"Come on, Bell. I'll only be there for a couple of hours." You begged your manager to let you go. "Nuh uh." "Puh-leaaaase?" "Nope." "I promise, this'll be a one time thing." You gave him a puppy-eyed look while crossing your two fingers at the back. "Okay, I've made up my mind." Your eyes lit up and smiled at him. "No, you can't go." He smiled at you which made your smile drop. You flopped on the bed and sulk. Bellum chuckled at your reaction, "Alright you can go, bring Ollie with you." You got off the bed and prepared your things and left the room.

"(Y/n)!" Marinette called from the ship. Her friends quickly looked at your direction and gasp. "Hi." You entered the ship nervously, you're expecting a lot of touching and autographs but they never came. You were only greeted by smiles and handshakes welcoming you to Paris. But somehow, you could sense they wanted to really bad. "Uhm... Do you want me to sign you autographs?" You offered a bit embarrassed. They all nodded their head, they immediately handed you their owned albums you made. "You know, we really wanted you to sign our albums but it might overwhelm you." The girl named Mylène told you. "Hey, it's okay, I just dislike it when people rush up to me and they'll point their phones close to my face, and pulling of my clothes and limbs. You finished signing their albums and offered to take a group photo.

"(Y/n)?"

You looked at the direction of the voice and saw the person you're looking for, Zoé. "Zoé!" You hugged her and she returned it back. "Who knew the new girl would be friends with an international star?" The girl named Alya commented and they just smiled.

"1, 2, 3!" The drummer counts and Rose sang their debut song. The song was great and catchy, she's really telling everyone she loves unicorns. "So, why are you here in Paris so early? Isn't your concert will be in three days?" Zoé asked you. "Well, I missed you, of course. When you left New York, I began to miss our time together." Zoé chuckled at your response. "That sounds childish." "I'm serious, you were my only friend in New York, Zo." You held her hand and smiled at her. You swear you could see her cheeks tinted in pink.

"(Y/n), sing!" Marinette and her friends asked you to sing your songs but you promised you'll only sing one and keep the others for your concert. Bellum would scold you for sure if he heard that. Everyone cheers at you and admire your voice. "She is real." Juleka uttered "What did you expect? An illusion?" The others laughed at Alya's comment.

You swore that was the best night of your life, thank goodness you agreed to go.

You spent the remaining days before your concert with Zoé touring Paris. You're always in a disguise so not so many people would recognize you. You also left your bracelet at the hotel, you didn't know you could be recognized by that. "I'm glad I could be here with you in Paris." Zoé spoke while leaning on the railings on the top of the Eiffel tower. "Are you not going back to New York?" "I may not be, I found my comfort here in Paris. I met new friends and I could express myself freely." She smiled while gazing at the night view from up there. You could see that she's happy here than when she was in New York.

You smiled sadly, you never saw her this happy. You only have a limited time here in Paris and it's not enough for you. At this moment, you're desiring to be with her and stay by her side. You always knew your feelings for her ever since you became her friend but you didn't want to confess because you're afraid that it might cost your friendship. But you're not that (Y/n) anymore, you've waited for so long of keeping your feelings to yourself. Now that you've met again, it's time for you to tell it.

"Zoé." You spoke breaking the silence. "Yes?" she looked at you, waiting for your response. "I wanna confess something, I've been waiting to say this for a long time and I think it's time. Zoé, I like you. Not just as a friend but more than that. I wanna fulfill our dreams here in Paris, together." You held her hands as she just looked at you. "You mean, you're going to move here?" You nodded at her as an answer. She let go from your hold and just stared at you. "(Y/n), I've known you for a long time. I know you want to fulfill your dream as a successful singer who is known in the whole wide world." She rested her elbows on the railings and gestured the round world. You're just listening to her, confused at what she's saying. "And, you staying here in Paris isn't enough. I came here to be with my family, I had a desire and a goal to win their hearts but it didn't go my way. Instead, I found a new purpose. To be myself, not pretending anymore." She looked at you. "You, you started building your dreams in New York. You're just starting yet, you may say that you're already there, but it's not over yet. My point is, I don't want you to move all the way here just because of me." She pointed out. "I want you to move here because you planned to, you loved to, and you settled to be."

"I really want to, I promise." You replied and she just shook her head. "No, please reconsider. Now is not the right time." She cupped your cheeks. "What about my feelings for you, is that also rejected?" She just chuckled and pinched your cheeks. "I'll wait for you here, so don't pursue another person." She giggled and let go of your cheeks. "I'm kidding, you can date whoever you want, but I'll be here waiting for your return." You pouted from her answer. "I won't do that, you're the only one I'm going to pursue no matter how long it takes." You declared surely of your answer. You took something from your pocket, "This is a necklace my mother gave to me. When I get back here permanently I'll retrieve it from you." She smiled and hug you.

You both went home that time, you walked her to her room and then you finally entered your own room. You flopped on the bed and waited for tomorrow's event. You slept soundly that night, might be the most memorable night that happened here in Paris, and of course in your life.

You could spot Marinette and her friends in the audience while you were performing on stage. They were all shouting and admiring you from their spots. You waved at them which made the crowd shout louder. Of course, you wouldn't forget about your crush. You spotted her along with her family in the VIP seats.

You performed all of your songs and mentioned special people you met here in Paris. You swore you could see the gang's faces proud and happy. The experience as always was fun but never thought you'd meet new friends here. You swore you'll get back here as soon as possible, so have to give your all.

"Thank you all for coming here." You told the whole gang. "No, thank you and your bodyguard for letting us personally bid a celebrity goodbye." Nino responded and you just smiled. "Hug?" You offered and they all accepted. "Wow, I'm really waiting for this, I can't hug you at first because I know you'll get uncomfortable." Rose spoke and get to be the first to hug you and the rest follows. "These camera flashes are literally blinding me." Alya commented while covering her eyes, meanwhile Chloé's posing in front of the cameras. Yep, Chloé's here. "(Y/n), let's go. We don't wanna be late." Bellum suddenly spoke which breaks your conversation with the group. "I'll see you all soon." You waved them goodbye, you noticed Zoé discreetly giving you a flying kiss. You smiled at her and finally entering the terminal area.

"You finally told Zoé, huh?" Bellum spoke to you.

"I'm glad I did." You scrunched your nose at him.