#I wish I got this out sooner but I tried my best </3

[epicbubblekitty]

Truly the Final 10 of all time <3

[saberlight1]

exit music (for a film) — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of past abuse, trauma, violence, ptsd, established relationship, reader almost gets assaulted, Y/N usage, possessive!snow, a toxic ex attacks you, hints towards past sexual assault, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: soo i was needing some comfort, and i realized there are not a lot of hurt & comfort fics for coryo!! this is a big injustice so i decided to write this. just a fair warning: this fic contains themes that can be hard for some people to read; including sexual assault and domestic violence. if you aren’t comfortable with these topics, feel free to go read some of my other coryo stories here! i hope you all enjoy this, much love<3.

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When you first laid eyes upon the white-haired boy, you didn’t think he’d become as important to you as he is now. He was assigned to be your mentor in the Hunger Games, and you were slightly relieved when you saw him standing at the train station, waiting for you.

Although you were both cautious of the other, coming from different, yet similar lands. But once you warmed up to him, you never wanted to part.

After the arena got bombed with you all in it, Coriolanus getting injured aand trapped, you stayed behind even if there was a clear opening for you to run— because you found yourself caring for him.

He had protected you so far, treating you with kindness and respect as he guided you through this hellish period in your life. So you had to do the same. Anyways, that was what told yourself when you risked everything to stay back and attempt to help him.

You brushed your hair behind your ears, ignoring the stinging pain in your side from being burnt as you started off into a sprint towards the boy who was crying out in pain, the pole he was trapped under catching fire.

“Coriolanus!” You called out as you neared him. “I’m here, I’m here.” You tried to soothe him as you tried to push the pole off of him.

He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your face, and almost looked confused at your act to help him.

After a moment of struggle, you finally got the pole away from him, but it had got him badly. You immediately bent down to his level, your hands going to cradle his face softly, he leaned into it.

“Oh, are you alright?” You whispered, his shaky hands coming out to grip your wrists, rubbing softly in thanks. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, I—” You did your best to explain, but you were cut off by a sharp grip on your arm, dragging you away from him. The boy reached out for you as you were taken away, only making your heart sink further into your stomach.

“No!” You thrashed in their hold, but to no avail. You watched your mentor lose consciousness from the pain as you could do nothing to help him.

And even though you only met him a couple days prior, you realized in that very moment how much you truly did care for him.

That was one of your earliest memories of Coriolanus, the next time you saw him after that was the first time your lips touched. From that night on, you became much more to each other than you ever would’ve guessed.

You sighed, moving from your spot in your window as reality set in. You hadn’t seen the boy in question in over month. He had promised to protect you, and he kept it surely. He cheated to get you out the games, and it ended with him locked up, as you liked to believe. People around twelve said that the Capitol had him killed.

You wished he had left you to die if it meant he’d be free and you the one in the grave. You were in misery in your district, missing your lover deeply. But, alas, you had no choice. And with all the fighting you did in that arena, you refused to give up now.

Even if it meant living without the one you craved most.

You grabbed your bag, another hard breath leaving your lips as you walked out the comfort of your small home that was in the outskirts of District 12. You liked it better that way, being away from it all. When you were younger you used to live down by the Hob, which was located right next to the Hanging Tree.

After years of hearing the grueling sounds of somebody loosing their life, the jabberjays in the wind repeating their loved ones cries, sometimes even their last words, you simply couldn’t bare it anymore.

So you left, opting to live out by the forest and the lake, giving you pockets of peace where you could forget it all. Or, at least the things you tried to forget. Some things seemed to haunt you forever.

You quietly walked into town to go get some food from the Mellark Bakery, your head down and gaze low the whole way. You could feel eyes on you— you always did when you came out of your home. You hated their stares, their judgement, that was the one thing that seemed to haunt you the most.

You finally looked up, meeting eyes with your ex boyfriend who was stood with his friends, a sly smirk being worn on his face. You internally shrank, your steps picking up as you tried to get closer to your destination.

Anxiety flooded your bloodstream as you heard loud, hard footsteps pick up behind you, sounding as if they were only inching closer and closer. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt like you were back in the arena again, your flight or fight instincts kicking in.

You tried to calm yourself down, repeating the words ‘It’s all in your head’ like a mantra under your breath. You had recently been plagued with the worst paranoia and anxiety, and the only reason of why you could think of was because of the time you spent in that godforsaken arena. Most of the time you felt as if you being hunted, all of the horror you felt when you were in that arena never leaving your nervous system.

Most days you had to talk yourself out of a panic attack, little things setting you off and sending you into a 20 minute state of panic. It was normal to you by now, and that is what you thought was happening.

Until a harsh grip yanked you out of your head, dragging you into an alley and pinning you to a wall. A loud yelp left your lips as you hit the wall, taking you a moment to process what was happening.

When you looked up, the pit in your stomach only grew further as an overwhelming sense of dread came over you. Your ex-boyfriend, Jay, was standing over you with that same soulless smile that used to haunt your dreams.

“My, Y/N. It’s been a mighty long time since I done seen you around here.” He taunted, his hot breath hitting your face, causing your eyes to screw shut as the past memories of him doing this very same thing to you swirled around your brain. “Thought after you got a taste of the Capitol.. of that Coriolanus Snow,” he said with disgust on his tone. “That you thought you were too good f’me. For Twelve.” He spat, harshly.

It was funny how with a few words he could turn you right back into that naive girl he manipulated all those years ago. You cowered in fear, refusing to look him the eye.

“Jay, please..” You whispered, your head turned away from him in an attempt to get as far away as possible. “Just let me go, please. I won’t come back around here, I swear.” You begged, tears filling your closed eyes as you fought for your composure.

“Nah, girl.” He whispered back, getting so close to you that you could feel his breath on your cheek. “I’m gon’ do what I want with you, like old times.”

Your eyes shot open his words. “No, God, please, no.” The tears fell from your eyes as you continued to plea with him.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He coldly smiled. “You used to be fun,”You felt his grip on your forearms travel back down to your hips, squeezing. The act left a bad taste in your mouth, making you want to throw up. You sobbed as you prepared yourself for what was coming, wishing you had just stayed cooped up in your home.

Your wails from the alley only increased in volume as his touch began to move downward. “Shut the fuck up,” He hissed, his hand slapping over your mouth. You prayed to whatever God was above, wishing he would just kill you now.

And just as his hand ghosted over the waistband of your skirt, the man’s touch disappeared all together, being replaced with the sound of someone hitting the floor.

You opened your tear-stained eyes slowly to find your attacker on the ground, and in a flash of throwing punches you saw that white hair adorned by the boy you adored so much.

You stood there in shock as you watched Coriolanus, who now wore a Peacekeeper’s uniform with a shaved head, beat Jay into a pulp. Tears still left your eyes as you slid down the wall, your knees coming up to your chest as you began to process what almost just happened to you.

Anxiety took your breath from your lungs as the panic finally began to set in once you realized you were safe. Your vision started to go blurry with tears as the will to breathe got harder.

“Hey, hey.” Coriolanus appeared in your line of vision, his hands wiping the tears from your face. “I’m here, you’re alright, baby.” He sighed before sitting down next to you and bringing you into his arms. You dug your head into the crook of his neck, hugging him close.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked, his hand on the back of your head, rubbing softly. He tried his best to comfort you, and tried to calm the fiery rage he felt when he saw that man on top of you.

“N—No,” You shakily got out. “He.. he tried to—”

Coriolanus’ head fell to your shoulder, hugging you just as tight as a sigh of relief left his lips. He had been walking by when he first heard your pleas with that man, and he dropped everything and ran at the sound of your voice. When he saw that man on top of you, the muffled sobs leaving your lips, your eyes screwed shut— God, he saw red. He would be lying if he didn’t say he didn’t miss you in the time you were apart.

Your body shook with your sobs, the boy’s heart hurting of the sight of you this upset. “Shh, you’re safe. I’m here,” He repeated, leaving kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders whilst he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to calm you.

Once you somewhat calmed down you pulled back slightly, just to make sure he was real.

“Oh, Coryo,” You cried, your forehead resting on his. “Thank you, thank you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he took in your state. He had never seen you like this, so scared, so vulnerable. The sight of it only made him bring you back into his arms, holding you impossibly closer.

“I’ve got you, my love.” He hushed your cries, leaving another kiss on your head. “No one’s gonna hurt you if I’m with you, it’s okay now.” You wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, you still in his arms. He placed you down slightly, his hands angling your jaw up so you’d look at him. “C’mon, let’s go to your house. Get you away from this piece of shit,” he pointed to the bloodied face of Jay who was unconscious on the ground. You nodded, trying to pull yourself together, your eyes flickering back to Jay to make sure he was still knocked out.

Sensing your anxieties, he pulled you back into his arms for once last hug. “Shh,” He rubbed your back. “You’re alright. He won’t hurt you, I won’t let him.” He comforted, leaning down to kiss your tears away. His movements made you smile as you sucked in a breath before you lead him out the alley and to your home.

Once you arrived and walked through the doors, it felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You were finally home, and you had Coryo with you.

Your heart felt full as it sank in that you were finally reunited with him, with Coryo. You got him back. A smile was on your face, despite your previous cries as you turned back towards the man who shared a similar smile to yours as he looked around at your home, and launched yourself into his arms.

He chuckled slightly, hugging you back like a delicate flower in his palm. After a moment of holding each other, you pulled back again, your hands cupping his cheeks. “I thought you were dead, Coryo. I thought.. oh, I thought they took you from me.” You sighed, leaning forward to connect your lips with his for the first time in months. You poured all of the longing, all of the tears, and emotion into that kiss, trying to show all your love with just an action.

He smiled against your lips, his hands on your hips being comforting as he leaned forward, tilting his head to deepen it. When the pair of you pulled apart for air, the smiles stayed.

“You should know by now that I’ll always find you, Y/N.” He joked, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Good,” You left one last peck to his lips, before going grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed. After all of the crying you had done in the past hour, all you wanted to do was lay with him.

He instantly knew what you were trying to do, a love-sick smile on his face as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest. You giggle as you settled in, your hand tracing patterns into his undershirt.

“I missed you,” He whispered after a while of quiet, looking down at you.

Blush dusted your cheeks as you rolled on your stomach to give him your full attention, your chin on his chest. “I missed you, too. Probably more.”

He smiled at your words, his hand coming up to grip yours lovingly, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “You’re beautiful,” He said after a beat of silence, admiring you in the candlelight.

You smiled at his words. “You’re prettier, Snow.” Your gaze flickered down to your laced fingers, noticing his cut and bruised knuckles.

“Oh, Coryo,” You sat up slightly, bringing his hand with you to get a closer look. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize. That wasn’t your fault. I’m alright, baby, doesn’t even hurt that bad.” He tried to talk you down, a soft smile still on his face.

“Thank you, I mean it.” You met his eye. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t save me.” You swallowed the growing lump in your throat. “You always save me.”

It was his turn to blush now, as you bent down to kiss his injured knuckles softly. When you finished he grabbed your jaw softly, bringing your lips to his. He kissed you hard, just like he always did. It seemed like he tried to show how much he loved you with just one simple action, and trust, he accomplished that goal.

You hummed happily against his lips, letting him pull you down on top of him, your lips still connected. When you pulled back for air, he continued to cradle your face, peppering kisses along your jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He whispered, his lips still leaving kisses. “I’ll always be here to protect you.”

You smiled, giggling as you snuggled closer to him. The pair of you had quieted down once again, sleep and comfort taking over your minds.

But you cracked your eyes open one last time, leaning up to leave kisses on his jaw. “I love you, Coryo.”

His eyes opened immediately as he stared down at you in shock, before a soft smile took over his face. “I love you, too.”

And just like that, all you had been longing for was under your fingertips, and you now thanked whatever God was looking down on you for bringing this man into your life.

[the-iceni-bitch]

“You never loved me, did you?” with Johnny storm or whoever you like best <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY (HUGS)

6. “You never loved me, did you?”

Thank you for the birthday wishes and I’m sorry for the angst I’m about to unload on you.

You tried not to sniffle as you kept packing up your stuff, doing your best to ignore Johnny sitting on the couch. He was also trying not to look at you, but you didn’t care. Fuck, he probably didn’t care either, otherwise he wouldn’t have sprung this on you out of nowhere.

“Are you sure you don’t want my help?” He sighed when you didn’t answer him. “Baby, it doesn’t have to be like this.”

“I’m sure, and don’t you dare call me ‘baby’.” You spared a glower for him as you put the last of your things in your sad little box. “Does your new girl know you were still with me when you started up with her? Or is she just as stupid as I was?”

“Babe…” Johnny flinched at the glare you gave him. “I told you I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well you should have thought of that a hell of a lot sooner.” You pushed him away when he tried to reach out to you. “You never loved me, did you? I was just the sad little puppy you knew could keep you occupied until you found what you really wanted.”

“Shit.” He tried to run after you but you slammed the door in his face, and once he got it back open you were halfway down the hall.

Johnny did feel a little bad, but it wasn’t like he could help his feelings. He hadn’t been trying to hurt you, he just met this chick on accident and they clicked right away. He thought maybe she could be the one he had a real future with. He even did the right thing and ended things with you before committing to her, with maybe just a little bit of overlap. So why did he feel like such a massive dick right now? Did he make a mistake? He tried to think about it, but then he got a text from hopefully the future love of his life, and he forgot all about how wounded and vulnerable you had looked as you walked out of his apartment.

⁂❆❅ 𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ❅❆⁂

[albertasunrise]

Seeing Things - Oops Baby

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Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (So... I am trying to update my other pics but the reaction I getting from this ones really giving me the motivation to continue it... so thank you and I hope you enjoy this update! ♥️ It's not a super long one but everything gonna become clear I promise!)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

In the weeks that followed, the sightings of you only increased. You seemed to be everywhere he looked, asking him the same thing over and over again. 

Come back to me

He wished he knew what you wanted. Surely you didn't want him to leave little Esme? You would never have wanted him to hurt himself so why did you ask him to go back to him? You were dead!

"I brought you your favourites." He stated plainly as he pulled out the old bouquet of flowers Ben had brought you the week before. He poured out the stagnant water and replenished it with some from the bottle of water he'd stashed in his pack. Then, just as you had shown him on one of the many evenings you'd spent together, he arranged them carefully, sure to make sure they were just how you would have liked them. 

"I'm sorry I haven't visited sooner." He said as he got to his feet and rubbed the back of his neck nervously "Things have been busy with the baby and work... Don't want to bore you with the details but ya know... It's been hard." He let out a long sigh as he scraped his hand over his face to wipe away the traitorous tears that tracked down his cheeks "Esme's getting so big so fast." He continued "You should see her Titch, the spitting image of you! With the addition of my hair and eyes." He chuckled. 

His eyes traced over the words carved into your headstone. 

The words Here Lies carved in an elegant font followed by your first name and last name, 'Titch' at the end by request of Ben

Friend and Mother 

Forever loved

Never forgotten

Ben had selected the words. Frankie hadn't been able to bring himself to do it so the younger Miller had stepped up. Taking the 'anything I can do to help' statement he'd made to Fish when you'd died so literally. 

"Seeing you everywhere is killing me Titch." Frankie said after a short pause "Is this what you meant? Come to me, did you mean this? Because I am wracking my brains baby, trying to understand what it is you want from me." He sobbed "The guys all think I'm losing the plot but I know you're there. Just out of eyeshot or something and I know you're trying to tell me something so please... help me understand Titch." 

He paused, his eyes locked on the headstone as he let out a shaky breath before pleading one last time. 

"Please..." 

"Frankie." Your voice made him just and his head shot up, scanning the surroundings for you. 

"Frankie please..." You pleaded "Please don't leave me." 

No matter where he looked he couldn't see you. But he could hear you like you were right beside him. 

"What do you mean?" He begged, tears openly spilling down his cheeks "I'm here Titch... Baby I'm here!" 

"Please don't leave me, Frankie." You repeat, your tone breaking his heart as he desperately looked for you among the headstones "I can't do this without you." 

This statement let Frank's brows draw together. What did you mean by that? He was the one who'd been left behind. Your pleads disappeared like smoke on the wind and Frankie was left with the sound of his own breathing and the rattling of branches. He pressed his palms firmly against his eyes as he tried to slow his breathing, his pounding heart hammering against his ribs. 

"I can't do this." He whispered to no one in particular, allowing the dam to break "Fuck I can't... I can't cope with this." 

You didn't say anything else and Frankie audibly groaned before pushing himself to his feet. He didn't understand why you were doing this. Torturing him. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. 

...

"Well, ain't that better Lil' Titch?" Ben said as he finished fastening her babygrow "Uncle Ben's not so bad at this huh?" 

Esme smiled in reply, her legs kicking and arms waving in visible excitement before he scooped her into his arms and planted a big kiss on her cheek. She settled quickly on his shoulder and he smiled as she let out a little sigh and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. 

"Shit Titch... I wish you could see how perfect she is." He whispered as he placed a kiss on the infant's brow.

"Hands off... she's mine." Frank teased as he walked into the lounge, grinning as his best friend cuddled his daughter so closely.

"You gotta share the baby Fish!." Ben chuckled as he gently gingerly sat on the couch. 

“Yeah, yeah...” Frank grumbled as he waved off his friend, traipsing to the kitchen to fetch a beer. 

“How’d it go?” Ben asked when the older man reappeared, giving him a sympathetic smile as he watched him sit on the armchair across from him. 

“How’d what go?”

“Seeing Titch!” 

“Was fine.” Frankie shrugged, fooling no one once again. 

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Ben pushed and Frankie groaned. 

“Ben…”

“You gotta talk about this shit man!” Ben pushed, pleading with his eyes for his friend to just open up to him. 

“You won’t believe me!” 

“Why would you-“

“I heard Titch again.” Frank snapped, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake his baby. 

“What do you mean you heard her?” 

“I keep hearing her talking to me. Sometimes I see her and she always says the same thing!”

“Which is?” 

"To go back to her." Frank replied, scraping a shaky hand over his face. 

"Go back to her?"

"Yes, Ben!" He snarled "And today she was begging me not to leave her!" He choked "But she left me Ben!... I loved her and she left me all alone..." He trailed off as he broke down into tears, head in his hands. 

Ben got up and placed Esme in her Moses basket with practised ease before sitting on the arm of the chair Frank was sitting in and pulling him close. 

"I can't do this..." He sobbed and Ben sighed "I don't know what she wants from me." 

"Fish... this is just your brain's way of holding onto her." Ben sighed "We all deal with grief in different ways... Shit, I keep listening to the last voicemail she left me over and over again just so I don't forget her voice!" 

"No!" Frank all but shrieked "That's not what this is Ben! It's her I know it is!" 

"You can't seriously believe Titch is haunting you, man!" Ben sighed as he stood up to check on Esme as she started to fuss. 

"I don't know how else to explain it, Ben!" He growled "I keep seeing her everywhere and she keeps repeating the same thing over and over!" 

"Fish-" 

"But then today she said something different." Frankie interrupted " She begged me not to leave her... Told me she couldn't do this without me..." He trailed off whilst nervously pacing his lounge "What does that even mean? She can't do this without me... She can't be dead without me? Doesn't make any fucking sense!" 

"Fish... Man, you need to calm down!" Ben pleaded, noting how breathless the pilot has suddenly become "This won't be doing your heart any good man!" 

"My heart's fine!" The older man grumbled.

"You say that but this can't be good for you!" Ben warned "Just take a breath man... I believe you, okay! I believe you saw her." 

"You're just saying that." Fish scoffed, rolling his eyes when Ben frantically shook his head. 

"I'm really not okay!" The younger man pleaded "Just... Just please." 

Frankie sighed as he ran a shaky hand through his mussed hair. His eyes then drifted to Esme who was staring over at him with her large, teary eyes. His heart ached and he was quick to scoop her up into his arms and lay a soothing kiss on the crown of her head. 

"I'm sorry baby girl." He whispered as he bounced her gently in his arms "I just miss your mummy so much." 

"We all do brother." Ben said as he placed a comforting hand on Frankie's back "I'm not trying to say that I even remotely understand the pain you're feeling brother but know that I miss her so much it hurts... And that I am here! Whatever you need..." 

Frankie nodded, giving his friend a weak smile before resting his cheek on the top of Esme's head. 

"I know Ben." He said softly "Thanks." 

"Any time." Ben replied, giving his friend a friendly wink before grabbing his stuff to leave "See you tomorrow for dinner yeah?" 

"Sure." The pilot replied softly "See you then." 

...

"Why the fuck did you pick a restaurant that didn't have a parking lot asshole!" Ben grumbled as he pushed Esme's pram along the pavement, the steep hill making it a little harder. 

"It had good reviews okay!" Will grumbled, "It's not that bad!" 

"You're not the one pushing a pram up a 90-degree hill!" Ben grumbled, pulling a smirk from Frankie. 

"You offered brother!" Frank pointed out, sniggering at the groan that he received in reply "I can take her if you're struggling."

"I am not struggling!" Ben argued and Fish threw his hands up in surrender.

"We're nearly there!" Will piped up "Just across the street."

The three of them reached the crossing, breathing a small sigh of relief when the restaurant came into view. Will crossed first with Ben following closely behind him. Something had distracted Frankie, leading him to step out a few steps behind his friends but your voice calling his name stopped him in his tracks and he looked to his left, your figure illuminated by a bright white light. 

"Come back to me." You pleaded as you always did and Frankie froze. Tears sprouted as he looked at you smiling back at him as you held your hand out to him "Come back to me." 

You disappeared as quickly as you appeared, a horn sounding before Ben screamed his name. Then suddenly he was flying for a brief moment before his body connected with something solid and he rolled over it before hitting the ground with a sickening crunch. 

"FISH!!" Ben screamed as he ran to the pilot's side, hands shaking as he took in his friend's condition "Fish stay with me." He choked as he saw how bent and broken the older man looked.

Frankie winced as he turned his head, noting how Will was standing with the pram as he frantically spoke to who he assumed was the emergency service on his phone. He also noted that the driver who had hit him was nowhere to be seen. 

Hit and run. 

"Ben." He coughed after he spoke, blood filling his throat at an alarming rate. 

"Shhhh." He hushed the man and stroked his hair, desperately trying to keep himself together "Just keep breathing for my Fishsticks!" He pleaded 'Please don't leave me..."

His last statement blended into yours. He could hear you again, pleading not to leave you and he only felt more confused. He was dying... it was clear that he was so surely he was going back to you. 

Surely you should be happy?

"Please, Frankie... Please don't leave me." 

You pleaded... your voice shaky. 

"I'm coming Titch." He whispered. His eyes fell shut as darkness took him. 

"What's happening?" You sobbed as hands moved you from the room.

"He's crashing!" Stated someone in the room and you shook your head as you were pushed into the hallway, still able to see everything through the glass walls of Frankie's room. 

"Please, Frankie... Please don't leave me." You sobbed "Please..." 

Another set of hands pulled you away but not before you witnessed them shock the man you loved, desperately trying to restart the heart that was supposed to save him. You were placed in a room where you had spent more time than you cared to remember in the past month and a half. Hours sat waiting for news on whether Frankie was going to pull through. 

He'd gotten the heart he so desperately needed yet for close to two months he'd been in a coma, fighting battle after battle. This was just the latest in a long list of complications he'd suffered. 

Kidney Failure... Infection... His body had even rejected the donor heart but that was something they had managed to detect early. It seemed his body just refused to get better, even if his mind wasn't willing to let go. 

"What's happening?" Asked Ben as he stepped into the room after being directed here by a nurse, his brows tightly drawn in concern. 

"He crashed." You sobbed as you threw your head into your hands.

"What?... What caused it?" 

"I don't know." You replied, shaking your head "They dragged me in here as they tried to bring him back... I haven't heard anything yet." 

Ben nodded solemnly as he sat down beside you, handing you Esme when you held your arms out to receive her. You needed to hold your baby. 

"Why won't he get better Ben?" You sobbed as your eyes locked with his.

"He's really poorly." He replied softly "He needs time to get better." 

"But that's just it... He's not getting better!" 

"He will, Titch." Ben assured you and you sighed. 

"How do you know that?" 

"Because he's got something to fight for." He stated plainly. 

The two of you then sat in that room for what felt like hours, glad of Esme to keep you somewhat distracted from what the outcome of this latest setback might be. The doctor appeared sometime later. His expression was difficult to read. 

"How is he Doc?" Ben asked, holding your free hand tightly in his. 

"We managed to bring him back." The doctor announced, "He's weak and we have had to up his anti-rejection meds." 

"He's rejecting the heart again?" 

"He never technically stopped." The doctor stated "We have been able to keep it under control with medication. He seems to be responding well though and we're hopeful." 

You both breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief, glad that finally, something was going right. 

"There's something else though." The doctor stated and both you and Ben shared a grim glance before looking at the doctor again. 

"What is it?" You asked, your voice shaking slightly. 

"He's awake." 

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♡Valentine’s Day♡

// I present to you Ayayui Valentine's Day cg because they're adorable together and I really wanted to feed their stans uwu. I got this idea from something my bestie drew last year, and I'm not one to brag, but I love how this one turned out! It almost looks official, which makes me happy! ٩̋( *ˊᗜˋ* )و

I also wrote a special Valentine’s Day story regarding this cg! Despite being my best boy, I don’t really consider myself good at writing Ayato but I tried my best, therefore… if you’re into fluff and cheesy moments, click on “keep reading”! <3

~Ayayui Valentine’s Day scenario~

Yui: “Limited edition Pocky”

(That’s what I got yesterday when we went to the Demon world. Kanato-kun was surprisingly kind enough to recommend a good candy store, so I’m sure he must know best, right?)

(I can’t believe it’s already Valentine’s Day…)

(If I remembered it sooner, I would have tried to bake something special for it but I suppose these pocky sticks should do the trick as well. It’s still chocolate after all and it’s really interesting how once you finish them all, you’ll get a message at the bottom of the box!)

Now, all I have to do is wait and——

Ayato: Whatcha doing there, Chichinashi?

Yui: Wah…! Geez, Ayato-kun, you scared me!

(And he almost saw the pocky box too—!)

Ayato: Tch… stop screaming, will you?

Yui: Ah… I-I’m sorry! It’s just that… Ayato-kun, there is——

Student: Hey, you’re Ayato-san, right? I was told to give you these. They are quite a lot, you must really be popular, huh?

Yui: …!

(Eeh!? A bag full of chocolates!)

(I know Ayato-kun, as a member of the Sakamaki family, is popular but when this thought crosses my mind, my chest… it somehow tightens…)

W-Woah, the amount is really impressive!

Student: Right? I wish I received such gifts on Valentine’s Day too but haa… not everyone is lucky enough.

Ayato: Y’know, if you really want them, you can have them.

Yui: Wha—!

Student: E-Excuse me?

Ayato: I don’t need them, they can’t satisfy me in any way so what’s the point of keeping useless trash?

Yui: B-But Ayato-kun, it’s the thought that counts! Besides, they spent money on them!

Ayato: If they can afford to attend a private school, buying chocolates will not bankrupt them. Let's go, or what now? Do you prefer to walk home all alone in the dark?

Yui: That’s… I-I’m coming!

— Timeskip —

Yui: (Ayato-kun… Does he refuse Valentine's Day gifts? But if that's the case, I can't guarantee I won't be rejected as well...)

(Nevertheless, thinking negatively will accomplish nothing. I bought the box with the thought of him in my mind because Ayato-kun is the person I like the most. If I don't take a shot, I might regret it later, so it's now or never!)

Hey, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Hm?

Yui: (Here we go…!)

Will you be… my Valentine?

— Yui blushes and hands him the pocky box —

Ayato: Heh…

Yui: (C-Come on, is he laughing at me now?)

— Ayato teleports —

Yui: Eh?

(We’re at some sort of dessert shop?)

Ayato: Took you long enough, Chichinashi. I would have much rather preferred to receive Takoyaki but pocky doesn’t sound half bad either.

Yui: Wait a little, so you knew!?

Ayato: Obviously? I noticed you hiding something from me a few hours ago and waited all day for you to make your move. At some point, I even thought you were scared based on my reaction to that bag of chocolates, which… wasn’t my intention.

Yui: It’s alright, don’t worry. I should have guessed you don't like Valentine's Day gifts. I mean, I'm sure there are a lot of disadvantages to being popular. You probably grew tired of receiving gifts from people with whom you had little or no interaction.

Ayato: That too but those chicks also lacked courage. If you're going to make something for me, give it to me face to face. I wouldn't have turned down their gifts otherwise; I'm not that kind of person, y’know?

Yui: (I see, so that explains his reaction. I failed to look at what was actually bothering Ayato-kun but on a positive note, I’m glad I took action, because that’s what he truly wanted.)

Ayato: Besides… I… I would have accepted it anyway from you.

Yui: A-Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: S-Stop screaming already, will you!? Tch… whatever!

Yui: (Am I not seeing well or is he really blushing? Fufu, that’s somehow cute~!)

Ayato: Pocky, huh? Let’s give them a taste test then, hm?

— Ayato puts pocky in his mouth and gets closer —

Yui: Eh? R-Right now? But this is a public place!

Ayato: And? What’s the point in having a Valentine if you can’t show them off ? Now c’mon, open your mouth.

Yui: Uuh…

(He’s lifting my chin!)

(When Ayato-kun looks at me like that… I simply can’t resist anymore!)

F-Fine… Mn..

Ayato: Mn… Mn… Mn…

Yui: (W-Wait, slow down!)

Ayato: *kisses*

Yui: …!

Ayato: Heeh, your face is turning bright red; are you really that easy to heat up~?

Yui: “E-Easy”, you say, but that's a normal reaction when you decide to kiss me unexpectedly!

Ayato: And now that I've done it once, I demand a second round!

— Timeskip —

Yui: (I can’t believe we finished the whole pocky box. Gosh… that was so embarrassing!)

(Thankfully, the people around us preferred minding their own business rather than looking at us.)

Ayato: …

Yui: (Ayato-kun became unusually quiet; could he be sleeping?)

Ayato-kun…?

Ayato: …

Yui: (No answer at all? Did he really fall asleep?)

(However, I shouldn't wake him up. We'll be asked to leave when the dessert shop closes anyway, so I'll let him nap for the time being.)

Come to think of it, now that the box is empty, a message was said to be at the bottom of it, no?

— Yui finds a piece of paper and starts reading —

Yui: “Thank you for purchasing our limited edition pocky! In honor of this release, we have a special treat in store for you too: if you share a pocky stick with your beloved, both of you will be able to drown in pleasure afterwards! The reason is simple because our secret ingredient is… aphrodisiac”!?

(N-No way, this can’t— Kya! Something is touching my leg!)

Ayato: Change of plans. Come with me, Yui.

— Ayato picks her up —

Yui: W-Wah, wait, Ayato-kun—!

(Uuh… what will I get myself into?)

[hillbillyoracle]

What Made My Life Better in 2023

One of the things I'm thinking about a lot as I get ready for 2024 is what actually made an impact for me in the last year. It was interesting to think through because it was neither what I expected nor what I had always heard would help me. Instead it was often small changes that stacked into something much more helpful and interesting when put together.

I wanted to share them in case it's helpful for anyone else.

#1 - Adaptive Cleaning

While I still use elements of other cleaning systems, the base of what I do is firmly rooted in Sarah McGlory's Adaptive Cleaning ideas. I started implementing it about halfway through the year in earnest, though I stumbled upon it a year or two ago, and it's made a huge difference. This is the cleanest my space has ever been and the fewest flares I've ever had and I genuinely do credit her ideas for being a big reason for that.

#2 - My Care Kit

About halfway through the year I also threw together this care kit that I keep by my bed. It has everything I need to do my skincare, brush my teeth, and do my makeup - all without leaving my bed. While I've felt embarrassed at just how much it's done for me, I think it's a great example of "do what works." I just don't like get up once I've sat down for the evening. And it's easier to get up if I already have all that stuff done. Not only have I kept up with skincare and other habits probably the best out of any point in my life, but the mood and self esteem boost it gives me has allowed me to do more of what I want in other areas too.

#3 - 750 Words

I start using 750 Words on a whim. I had liked doing morning pages but could never really keep up with them, especially on days when I was really struggling with my hands. I wound up really taking to it and have only missed a few days since I started in November. I wound up paying for a year of it because I'm that certain of it's benefit. I've written way more for my zines, my mental health is a little better, and it serves as an anchor habit for several others. I love the simplicity of it. I can usually crank out my freewrite for the day in about 10 minutes - I like 10 minutes being my new minimum versus the zero it was.

#4 - Laundry Day

This might seem obvious or silly to you but as someone who has tried a lot of cleaning routines, I was so used to the a load a day rule that I never questioned it. That is until I read Dana K. White's book How To Manage Your Home Without Losing Your Mind. She talks about her laundry system and it just completely changed my perspective. Laundry day has given me so much of my time back and I more regularly do more of our laundry. I'm sure other people were aware this was an option but I guess I needed someone to tell me.

#5 - Connecting with a Sangha

I'd been putting off connecting with a Sangha for a while. I knew I wasn't going to be in a place to go in person (I'm about an hour and a half any moderate sized city) and only meeting online felt like a pale imitation. But I was wrong. I got connected with the Furnace Mountain Zen Center based here in Kentucky and started attending more of their weekday meditation sessions and at home day retreats as I was able. It really deepened my practice and has remained a touchstone to return back to when I got through times life pulls me away. I wish I would have done it sooner. If you're Buddhist leaning in any way, I really recommend finding a Sangha - even if it's online.

I hope this sparks some ideas for other people. None of the "productivity" stuff I tried this year "worked" in the sense of sticking or allowing me to do more. The closest was probably pomodoros on a visual timer, which are genuinely helpful. But mostly it was acts of nurturance, curiosity, and care that really elevated my life this year.

May 2024 be even better!

[wonuwrites]

Birthday Boy

A Kim Mingyu B-Day Drabble

Mingyu x reader <3 ft. Wonwoo bc why not

warnings: fluffy as shit, cursing because that's the kinda author I am, mentions lingerie so Minors DNI. just a cute lil thing <3

inspired by: him being born 27 years ago so like Happy Birthday Gyu? Also this song helped

One word: Success. That is what you felt when you got the text from Wonwoo confirming your adorable boyfriend of two years had no clue your plans of his surprise birthday gift.

Kim Mingyu is a smart man and surprising him was a bit difficult. He always knew if you were up to something which is why you had to get his best friend and group mate Jeon Wonwoo involved.

You see, your boyfriend had thought you were in London today for a schedule which was true but schedule ended up concluding a lot sooner than You originally thought. So, you were able to celebrate Mingyu's 27th with him.

The game plan was that the guys were going to take him out to celebrate and you would have his favorite dessert and something you had been working on since he asked you out.

A mini scrapbook with memories you both shared together. It was a bit cliche but you both enjoyed that sappy stuff.

If he wasn't a fan, you made sure to wear a little red set you had bought while in Paris awhile ago with him in mind.

You put on a bathrobe as you heard your phone buzz causing you to quickly glance and see it was Wonwoo.

Wonu: leaving the restaurant. he still has no idea. Wonu: he's a little drunk btw. I tried to cut him off sorry.

Wonwoo's texts caused you to giggle and made you a bit less stressed. Gyu wasn't an awful drunk at all. If anything he was a bit cuter and wanted to cuddle a lot more which was fine with you. You just would give him the scrapbook tomorrow.

Tonight was all about him.

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You were finishing up lighting some candles when you heard the door unlock and you couldn't help but smile.

Your world, your life, your everything was here.

The door opened and suddenly the momet you were waiting for was here. You're handsome boyfriend was walking through the door while taking off his jacket and shoes.

You stood at the end of the hall and waited for him to notice you and it felt like it took ages.

After a million years, Mingyu made eye contact with you and his jaw dropped.

"What?!" he whisper shouted while a smile spread across his face.

You then attempted to sing Happy Birthday to him even tho it was obvious he was the singer between y'all which made his smile grow even wider.

He ran down the hall and wrapped his arms around you and just started cooing.

"Babyyyyyy, you're here?" he said into your hair while rocking you back in forth, "I thought you were in London until Monday?!"

You just giggled and whispered surprise and he just kept hugging you and kissing you all over.

He would never vocally admit it, not to his members, not to you, not to anyone but just seeing you stand at the end of the hall made every birthday wish come true. You were his person and just being with you made everything seem perfect.

After awhile you broke away from each other and that's when he noticed what you were wearing. He looked at you with a curious look before you nodded and he got excited as he started to undo the bathrobe.

"oh Y/N," he gawked as he stared at the new piece you got. "please wear this every day not just my birthday."

This caused you to giggle and place another kiss on his lips.

"Anything for you, birthday boy."

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AHH this was crap but I wanted to finish it before it was officially not his birthday EST. :( Happy Birthday Mingyu <33

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Harry hosts Festivus

with a group of shades thanks to the resurrection stone. I have been working on this story for two years at this point, and I would love to finish it and post it for Dec. 23 (or sooner), but that hasn't worked out so far, so here's a couple snippets. Someday I'll complete it.

1.

He’ll head to the Burrow tomorrow evening to sleep over and spend Christmas with the Weasleys, but tonight – tonight is going to be something a little different. He’d heard of this thing from an American muggle program, Sane-fields or something, and now seems the perfect time to give it a whirl. As night falls, his nerves start to mount, and he may be a bit liberal with the spiked eggnog, the mulled wine, the fire whiskey… Point is, Harry’s smashed and maybe not in the best frame of mind to be making decisions. Not that he’ll let that stop him. So, with a tipsy flourish, he withdraws the Resurrection Stone from a pocket and turns it. And keeps turning it, until the room fills with the shades of all the people he wants here for this. “I got a lot of problems with you people,” Harry announces. “And now, you’re gonna hear about it.”

2. (But he's definitely not Voldemort...)

"Wait, what?" Harry says, flummoxed. "Why are you here?" The man gazes back evenly. "When the master calls, I cannot help but answer." "Shite, sorry about that." Harry winces.  "My schedule's hardly packed these days," he says dryly. "Though I wonder what you were thinking to draw this motley crew to you." "Well, I thought I was thinking of family," Harry says, dragging a hand through his hair and wobbling when he almost pulls himself off-balance. "..."  The assembled spirits look around at each other dubiously. The man's stare takes on an eerie intensity. Dumbledore's eyes begin to twinkle with tears. Harry only notices it’s gotten quieter. "...Conduct your little ritual," the man says, breaking eye contact to stare off into the fireplace. "Right then, let's get this show on the road!" Harry calls, walking back over to flop into his chair. With pride audible in his voice, Dumbledore says, “Harry, my boy, I’m so–”  And that’s as far as he gets. “Nope,” Harry says abruptly. “Nuh-uh, not a chance – not a peep out of you. This is my airing of grievances, which means you all have to listen to me. Especially you,” he adds, pointing a bit unsteadily at a mildly incensed Dumbledore. “Wh–” Dumbledore tries to speak again, only to quiet himself at Harry’s stern look. (Possibly aided by Sirius cracking his knuckles menacingly, though it’s hard to gauge how useful a beatdown would be against a ghost.) Frowning, Dumbledore gestures demonstratively at the man by the wall. “Him? He got to talk because I asked him a question.”

3.

Harry stares off into space for a moment before turning to Sirius and Remus. “Oi, Padfoot, Moony – level with me. Were you two ever, y’know, together?” Remus goes to answer but is stopped short when Sirius drapes a long arm around his shoulders and leans into him. “I’d love to satisfy your curiosity, Prongslet, but as the saying goes: what happens in animagus form, stays in animagus form,” he announces with a roguish wink.  It’s certainly something to watch mortified resignation take over Remus’ face by degrees before he simply buries it in his hands. Lily reaches over and pats him on the shoulder in long-suffering sympathy. Harry wishes he could offer the man a stiff drink. Around his horrified laughter, James chokes out, “That’s not a saying, Padfoot, you bloody slag!” “Well it should be! Like you wouldn’t’ve been up for a little adventure if Lils had been a doe,” Sirius says, elbowing a suddenly blushing, dazed-looking James in the ribs. “Yes, we were together!” Remus cuts in before Sirius can say anything else inflammatory. Alas, Harry thinks, not quickly enough. “And no, I don’t know what I was thinking.” “I reckon you were thinking I’ve got a great–” “–personality!” Remus interrupts loudly. Snape and Lily both turn to give Remus sceptical looks. Sirius looks gleeful. “Really, Moon? That’s what you’re going with?” James mutters. Remus throws his hands up in defeat. "Absolutely, my personality," Sirius says cheerfully. "Gotten a lot of compliments on my huge, throbbing personality over the years." "If you weren't already dead, I would smother you with a throw pillow." Remus sounds sincere.

[plsdonttakemyname]

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Characters; Nikolai Gogol

Genre; angst, hurt/comfort, scenario

Warnings; reader has family and friends problems, mental breakdowns, Bad writing. So please don't read it if you're uncomfortable with these. This might not make sense since this is my second time writing an angst , hurt comf and scenarios but I hope you enjoy it <3..

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Knocking at the door of Nikolai's office with a tired look on your face as you walked in. You were greeted by Nikolai, your beloved boyfriend.

"Oh, hello dove. I was expecting to see you there. Would you mind to share a conversation?"

"I just wanna cry." Nikolai's eyes widened abit before speaking again. "Cry away Dove.. It's okay. Let go of your tears and let me hold you close. You know how much I care for you. I'll never leave you alone again." He said and kissed your forehead " Now come here, sit on my lap. I want to kiss you right now" he said with a smile on his face. "I love you so much Kolya, it's just things are getting more and more harder for me y'know.." You were really tired after studying for hours straight without any rest at all. "I know, baby. But don't worry. Everything will be alright. Just stay strong for me alright ?. We have each other, we can make it through anything together.I promise everything will work out just fine". He said as he holds your hand gently "I just I feel like I'm always not good enough, my friends and family doesn't even understand that I'm trying my best to make them happy.." you said as tears started to build up in your eyes.

"I'm trying my best Kolya. I really am. but none of them believed me. I got called a whore, spoiled and ungrateful. I don't know what to do anymore. I just feel like I wanna cry my heart out." You choked out a sob as soon as you finished the sentence "Oh, Dove... That sounds horrible. What happened?.. Tell me everything, please. Don't keep any secrets from me. I'm here for you. Always. And if anyone tries to hurt you or insult you, they won't get away with it. Not ever. Okay? Do you trust me Love?" He says as worries started to build up in his eyes and pulled you into a hug "yes I do trust you.. I'm studying really hard for college. my parents always told me to get off my phone and yelled at me when I'm clearly texting my project teacher about my work.This morning I got into an argument with my parents. They just slapped me because I talked back and I was trying to defend myself." You started crying while Nikolai is hugging you tightly on his lap.

"Oh Dear... You poor thing..That must've been awful. I wish I could protect you from these people who would do such terrible things to you. My love, you deserve better than this. If only..." He looks at the floor with sadness in his eyes "...if only I had done something sooner.." "All of my friends are just using me and talking behind my back I really don't know what to do anymore Kolya.I really don't. It just hurts." Your voice started to crack "I'm sorry Dove.. I should've known better than to think that those thing were worth trusting. They're nothing but troublemakers. They'd use you until you broke down completely. Then they'd laugh at you when you cried. They're disgusting creatures." He said while rubbing circles behind your back trying to calm you down "I wanna cry my feelings out but I'm really scared.." He hugged you tightly "It's okay, my love. Let it all out. Cry as loud as you need to. I'll hold onto you forever. No one else matters but us. Only us." He strokes your hair and gently tucking your hair behind your ear that was covering your face as he continued.

"You're safe with me.Never forget that. M'kay?" Your nodded and your sob slowly turning into small sniffles "Kolya?" You said his name after calming down abit. "Yes? What is it, my love?" He smiled warmly at you "Is there anything else bothering you besides your bullies,being treated badly by others or feeling worthless?" He takes his hands in yours and looks into your eyes lovingly "Tell me everything Dove."

"Am I annoying to you?.." You asked him as he laughs softly "Of course not, my love. Why would you ask such an absurd question? Of course not. You are absolutely adorable. The most beautiful person I have ever met. There isn't another person alive who compares to you. In fact, no other person even comes close besides you , Dos-kun and Sigma. You smiled at his response "I'm sorry for breaking down like this when you're busy... I just can't do this anymore I've been too stressed out lately." He kissed your forehead gently "Don't be sorry, my love. Just remember how much happier we are together. Remember how happy we make each other. And never doubt yourself again. You are perfect." He says and holds you close against him "I promise you will find someone special soon enough." "But...You're special to me and I love you Kolya." You whispered In his ears with a smile on your face now as he blushed at your words "I love you too my Dove. Now come here and give me a hug. Hugging helps calm you down after stressful situations. It makes you feel loved and protected too.. So... He said as he pulls you closer to him "C'mere! Give me a big hug I've missed you so much my love "

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A/n; Hii ! I hope you like this fic :) I'm so sorry if anyone is going through this too. I hope you're all doing okay now <33 Make sure to stay Hydrated and Eat in time, Just a reminder you're all perfect no matter who you are, You're all good enough. Some words can be extremely hurtful sometimes but it's the best to try and ignore them :D I'm always open to talk about it if you're going through a rough time/day :) I love you all mwah <3

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[killiansprincss]

A Court of Vines and Shadow - for @cssns ‘23

SUMMARY: When Dark One Killian Jones makes Faerie Princess Emma of Misthaven spend 3 moon cycles a year with him to break a curse, Emma never expected to fall in love with him. Now she was walking down the aisle, meant to marry a man she doesn't love because she can never be with the one her heart wants. Or can she?

An ACOTAR Inspired fic written for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 23. Also on A03

Also it’s July 9th and Speak Now Taylor’s Version just came out I feel like Speak Now is the perfect song to accompany this fic!!

Huge thanks to @cssns for this amazing event which allowed me to bring this to life! And special shoutouts to @hollyethecurious for the amazing art and also to my awesome beta @blonde-of-sherwood 💙💜

White dress. The Spring fallen gardens filled with flowers upon flowers, petals scattered all the way down the aisle and vines spiralling the chairs and arch. Flowers Emma had grown herself with her magic, snowbells and lilies, her mothers favourite flowers, the ones she first learnt how to grow using her magic when it first manifested all those years ago.

Her mother was who she was doing this for. Marrying someone she doesn’t love. Her mother worked so hard to arrange the various meetings with suitors, all noble Fae men, only the best for the Princess of Misthaven. Her mother never got to have a big wedding, she met Emma’s father and fell in love almost as quickly as she fell pregnant. As newly appointed King of Misthaven, they had to elope quickly so the Kingdom would be more accepting of their new Queen, who also happened to be a demi-fae. Her mother, who Emma dearly loved, so much so that she was marrying someone she had had just 3 conversations with all to appease the Kingdom and not go to Civil War because of the man she does love.

Killian. That’s who her mind wandered to. The Prince of Darkness as the rest of the Kingdom saw him. It had taken a while to see past his shadows and darkness, which she now understands was built from the loss of his family and the only people he had ever loved. But she loved him fiercely, anytime they were apart it broke her. Having to say goodbye for the final time was the closest Emma had felt to heartbreak. 

So here she was, standing in her white dress, flowers in her hair and bouquet in her hands, where she would meet her father, take his arm and walk down the aisle to marry Lord Walsh. Pushing thoughts of Killian to the back of her mind as she walked towards the aisle to all the smiling faces of her Kingdom. She had to do this, she loved Killlian but they both knew they would never be together in the way they wanted. She just wished she had allowed herself to see past his darkness sooner and they could have had more time together. 

“Emma.” An all too familiar voice calls her name from behind the aisle. He uses his power to bind the shadows to him, making him appear in a sort of smoke of darkness as he steps towards his lover. One of his other talents includes stopping time, just for a few minutes, but those few minutes were all he needed.

“Killian. What are you doing here?” As much as she loved him, it pained her to see him here. They had said their goodbyes a few nights prior. Seeing him here, in a white dress about to marry someone else, it wasn’t right.

“I have tried, Emma, truly I have tried to stay away. If it made you happy I would stand by and let you marry someone else, but I can feel your pain all the way in Neverland. It’s causing me pain too, and I think I understand now, it’s why I was so drawn to you the very first time we met, why, even when you hated me you could never really stay away.”

“Killan, you’re not making any sense, what are you saying?” It was painful seeing him, she was hurting, thinking of their time together and how fate was so cruel to not allow them more time.

“You’re my mate.” 

His mate. Mates in this world were rare, her parents were never granted that luxury. She hadn’t known of anyone in the last 200 years who found their Mate. So why her? Why now?

Mates were equal in power and status, perfectly matched by the universe. A one true love, a soulmate. She never denied she loved Killian, but being his Mate was a whole other experience. It made sense in a way, they were drawn together at the ball when they first met. He could sense she was powerful, he recognised her untapped powers, something even her parents were unable to do. And she was never scared of him either, she had heard the rumours of course, and knew what he was capable of, but that didn't scare her. 

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Emma had been to hundreds of balls in her lifetime, even when she was a little girl, she would sneak into the ones at her palace, and watch everyone dance. They all shared a unique beauty about them, from the way the light reflected on the dresses worn or the chandeliers making rainbows across the walls, they were a thing of otherworldly beauty. But this ball in particular was nothing like those she was used to. It was hosted just outside Misthavens borders, an old castle known to be taken up residence by a Fae many years ago known as “The Dark One”. Rumours began to spiral that the Dark One was back. It had been years since he had been seen and random killings had stopped, but who knew. The invitations went to all the noble folk in Misthaven and surrounding kingdoms and the signature was empty, leaving more curious minds. There were many debates surrounding whether they should go or not, but the Royal Family of Misthaven had to attend to keep peace.

As she grew older the balls became a chance for her parents to find her a suitor to marry, she was now 21 and it was considered uncouth for the Crown Princess to be unmarried, even by Fae standards. So in an effort to avoid dancing with a Duke, she would practise her magic. Every Fae was gifted a power linked to the four elements, and Emma had inherited Earth from her mother. At times she thought it was a boring element to have, her younger brother Leo had water, which was useful for everyday life as well as pulling pranks (to which she was victim of lately). But as she got older she learnt to appreciate it, she enjoyed seeing what she could make grow, especially in situations like right now. 

There would always be potted plants, pretty flowers surrounding the tables, she breathed into her powers and with a single touch could double the petals or even change their colours. Sometimes she would paint the pink flowers blue, or the white ones black just to test what she could do. Of course, her mother didn’t approve of using it for this. She was also gifted with the power of earth, but she preferred to make things grow or inject life back into a sunken plant, rather than mess with existing life.

“Not enjoying the festivities I see?” A voice from behind Emma startles her, she didn’t recognise him, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Dressed in an all black leather suit, not the typical style the men wore. His pointed ears stick out from his dark hair, Emma had always felt self conscious of her ears, so made an effort to hide them, but this man, whoever he was, was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on.

“I come for the faerie wine and food only I’m afraid.” She tells him with a playful smile.

“Well if you’re here for the wine why aren’t you dancing? Most people get drunk off a few sips then don’t leave the dance floor all night.”

She leans in close, “I’m not like most women.” What was the harm in flirting, he was gorgeous and her parents would never approve which made him all the more exciting.

He holds out his hand to her, “Dance with me, I insist.” 

Dancing with a handsome stranger was not how Emma expected the night to go, but he was a great partner, unlike some of the suitors her mother had forced upon her in the past. He led her around the room with grace and it was as though they flew through the dancefloor together, no stepping on toes and he even spun her around a couple times, feeling the wine go to her head a little more. “You’re really good at this.”

“There’s just one rule, pick a partner who knows what he’s doing.” He whispers into her ear as he dips her. “You’re very powerful, you know Emma.” He tells her as she comes up.

“How do you know my name?” Sure she was the Princess, and most people recognise her at these things, but it was strange the way he said it so casually.

“I know a lot of things Emma.” He whispers, his breath close to her neck, making Emma feel a sense of arousal. A moment later the mystery man turned into shadow and darkness, disappearing from her hold and reappearing out of shadows at the top of the staircase.

“Welcome to my lovely guests. I guess it’s time I introduce myself?”

All eyes were on the mystery man now, they all saw his shadow power. That wasn’t one of the four elements, this was some other worldly magic. Then, for Emma at least, it clicks. The charming lustful energy coming from him, his ability to know things he shouldn’t, and his shadow and darkness powers. He was the Dark One.

That should have made her terrified, but for some reason, it didn’t scare her. Who was he?

“My name is Killian Jones. But I believe your people have a few different names for me, Dark One, Wronged Fae, Prince of Darkness is a personal favourite-though I bore no royal blood or status.”

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And that’s where it began, he said he held this ball because he was supposedly cursed and needed someone with light magic to resolve it. Not just any light magic though, a very specific kind. And of all the Fae in the land, he decided Emma, after one conversation and dance that she was the Fae he was looking for, only she could break the curse. 

“All I request are 3 moon cycles with her every year until I decide otherwise, or my curse is broken, whichever comes first.” This was his deal, his bargain. As the Dark One, you would be a fool to refuse or dispute a bargain. 

Her parents were outraged, and tried everything in their power to stop them. They were a royal family, if he were anyone else maybe that would have been enough, but as the Dark One, he bore no allegiance to royalty. So for 3 moon cycles, she was to live with him, in his castle, doing who knows what.

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The first moon cycle was absurd, The Dark One didn’t mention a single thing about his supposed curse. He made her practise her magic every single day. Barely spoke to her. Her main source of contact was with one of the servants, Belle. She would show her to her room, which wasn’t a prison or a dungeon like she was expecting, but it had lush carpets. velvet curtains and the most gorgeous and comfortable king size bed in the centre of the room. She would also take her down to the grand dining room where she was to eat all meals. The food was exquisite, the spices used were unlike anything she’d eaten before, it made Misthavens cooks look like a child in the kitchen. 

There was no sign of him for the first couple of days, he left Belle with a page of  instructions for Emma to get on with while she was here. The only thing on the list:

Read: The Complete Earth Elemental Magic Volume I

Read about her magic. That was the only thing she would do all day. For the first two moon cycles this is all she does, she sees him in passing, at mealtimes mainly. He is pleasant and they make small talk. 

When she arrives home, her parents pounce on her, needing to know everything. What she witnessed, who she spoke to and if he hurt her in any way. They were terrified, and it made Emma realise she wasn’t afraid of him the way others were.

“We have suitors lined up.” Her mother would tell her, desperate to get her married off in the strange fear the Dark One would whisk Emma away to be his bride before she could marry a noble born. She would play along and speak to the princes and lords her parents picked out for her. She tried, really tried to find something good in any of them, but her mind would wander back to the blue eyes and dark haired villain she would be seeing again very soon.

The next moon cycle comes along and her task is to again, read the magic book which she was now on volume III of. Enough was enough, she needed to know her place and what exactly he intended to do with her.

“I have read these volumes cover to cover. If I have to learn about the different ways a flower can be grown I think I will die of boredom. You mentioned a curse that first night. Tell me everything and I can look in those stupid books for something that might actually help.”

He smiles at her as she rambles on about being a useful Fae and powerful if he lets her see. He admired her courage and her passion. “Very well Emma.” The way he says her name makes Emma feel something inside her that she’s not sure is good or bad.

“Contrary to popular belief about the Dark One, I did not choose this power willingly. It was forced upon me by a former Dark One. You see, only one can exist at a moment in time, and the only way to steal the power is to steal the life that holds such power.” He then goes on to explain how many years ago, his brother’s wife had fallen sick from her pregnancy and they were not sure if the baby would survive, the three of them searched for a cure around different lands, different royal families, they had to find something to save her but had no such luck. “One night, we had grown tired and stopped to find shelter for the night, when Elsa, my brother's wife began to bleed, she was losing the baby. Liam cried out and an old man came to our aid, asked if we would do anything to help to which I naively responded yes to. He kills them both using a type of magic I didn’t know existed.’ He can barely get through his story without stopping every few moments, and it's clear he still has a heart. “He then tells me if I take the dagger and stab him in the heart, they will be revived and the baby safe.”

“He forced you to kill him so he would be free of his curse, and in turn it then cursed you?”

“Aye love. That night has haunted me for nearly 200 years, I was desperate and if I could go back and change things I would. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to free myself that doesn’t involve trickery. I also do not wish to burden another innocent life with this curse.” He then takes Emma’s hand and looks into her eyes, “That is where you come in, Emma Darling.  I saw a seer and she shared with me a vision. A golden haired demi-fae with an earth element bearing an unyielding amount of light magic has the power to free me without hurting either party.”

“And of all the demi-fae with an earth element, you believe it's me because?”

“That’s why I held the ball. I wanted to see who I was drawn to, and as soon as I met you Emma, it was clear you were the one. You are special” The way he looked at her as she said this, made her feel warm inside. For a split second Emma also thought he was going to kiss her, and that if he did, she would let him.

That was the changing point. The more time they spent together going over her magic the more confident she felt. She learnt more things about her magic that she had known were possible. She could end life as quickly as she could revive it, well, the life of a flower anyway. She could drain the life from a lily and then when it was wilting, press life back into it. Emma guessed the more she practised this, maybe she would drain the darkness from Killian.

“Have you ever experimented with other elements, Emma Darling?” He asks one day, it was the last day of the moon cycle and she was to return home. She hadn’t realised how much she would miss his company.

“I was only gifted with the earth element, my mother shares it too. My brother inherited water from my father.” She explains, “I haven’t heard of any Fae who were gifted more than one element, wouldn’t that disrupt the power balance?” 

She would also miss the way he would sit there and smile at her when she rambled, he really wasn't as bad as people said he was. They didn’t know him the way she did. “Emma, you’re special. You hold the element of earth, well all elements are connected to the earth, are they not? Why don’t you try to conjure fire?”

All Fae were granted one element, fire, air, earth or water, it was unheard of for someone to hold a double or even triple elemental magic, every scripture and teacher would tell you too much power would disrupt the power balance of the universe, and everyone would suffer. But then again if she were truly the Fae in his prophecy, she was already disrupting the power of the universe.

“I wouldn’t know where to start, I don’t know anyone with that power and even if I did I-.” He was already moving towards her before she could finish her train of thought.

“All power lives inside you Emma.” He stands behind her and places his hand on her shoulders, moving down to her abdomen, “you can feel it inside you, reach deep inside and find that extra source of power.” Emma had to focus on keeping her breathing normal, he was touching her and she was feeling very strange things at the moment. Still, she does as he instructs, she feels where she knows her earth power lies, she taps into it daily. But then she tries to focus on where that power was, and if she could feel anything else. At first she could only feel her earth, but then she felt something different, she wasn’t sure what it was but it was similar to the way her earth felt. 

“That's it, love.” Killian says, hand still resting on her abdomen, “hone in on that. And think of something that makes you angry, feel the fire before you conjure it.”

Pushing the way his husky breath felt on her neck aside, she thought of her mother and how she orchestrated all these suitors that were supposedly so ‘perfect’ for her, how she never listened to what she wanted and how angry she felt when she would come home from her studies to see a Prince or a Duke in her sitting room.

“Open your eyes Emma.”

Fire. A small flame coming from her palm was the sight Emma was greeted with when she opened her eyes. It didn’t burn for very long once she realised what she had done and couldn’t figure out how to control it. But she did that.

“I conjured fire.” She says with a mix of shock and excitement plastering her face. 

“I told you you were powerful Emma.”

 He was still standing behind her, so she turns to see him grinning at her and his gaze fixed on her, in awe of her. They’re both silent for a moment, clearly having the same internal battle inside their head. Their heads moved closer and closer until their lips finally met and Emma felt her magic on fire. Every sense was heightened with this kiss, a merge of power and lust building up from their shared time together. Killian deepens the kiss as his hand settles on her cheek while Emma’s hands find his hair. She’s being pushed up against the wall after a while, and Emma leans her head back and moans as Killian pressees kisses onto her neck and then back to her lips. 

Their time together was never the same after that. Being apart from one another became harder. Every time Emma would practise her newfound powers, her thoughts would wander back to Killian and how he made her feel. 

When they were together, they were rarely apart. She possessed all four elements, and took the time to learn and explore what she could do with them. Of course she had to keep this quiet when she was away from Neverland and from Killian. Her family and her court would be wary of her newfound powers, likely brand her as dark as her ‘captor’ as they referred to Killian.

“I wish you would stop calling him that, he has a name.” She finally snaps back at her mother upon her return after listening to her rattling her newest ideas on how to get out of the contract. 

“He forces you to be away from your family for a whole moon cycle. He is darkening your mind with his power if you do not see what is wrong with that my sweet child.” 

That taught her to keep her mouth shut. They didn’t understand. Yes, as part of a bargain she was to spend time with him, but she looked forward to those moon cycles, he understood her, listened to her, she felt he was the only person she could be herself around. Worst of it was, she was falling in love with him. No, she was in love with him. And she had an inkling that he felt the same.

The next time she comes home, yet again there is a suitor sitting in her living room. She didn’t know who this one was and frankly, she didn’t care.

“Emma. I’m glad to see you’re home in one piece.” Her mother says, and Emma rolls her eyes, pretending she wasn’t practically seething that comment. She would never understand Killian or how she felt safe with him.

“Hello mother. Who is our guest?” She asks with a fake smile, knowing full well this was another suitor she was not interested in.

The suitor offers out his hand and bows, “Lord Walsh of Oz. it is a pleasure to finally meet you, your highness.” 

He was an older man, older than she was, which was not uncommon for suitors as they had to be to have a title. He was average height, nothing particularly interesting about him was jumping out at her. Her mother clearly chose this one from the same place as all the others, he was polite and overly grateful to the Queen for inviting him. They would all sip on their tea whilst Emma made polite conversation with them and they would express their interest for children and make an awful comment about being the more powerful Fae and Emma would thank them for their time as she busied herself with something else to get away. She wondered how long this one would take to get rid of. 

“Lord Walsh is to be your husband. We have been setting arrangements whilst you were being held hostage.” She rolls her eyes at the hostage comment and was about to argue, until it hits what she just said.

“I’m sorry, we’re to be married when?” This was a new low, even for her mother. “Mother, may I speak with you in private?”

“Excuse us.” Snow tells Walsh as she guides her daughter into the drawing room.

“I can’t believe this. I’m away for one moon cycle and you have me married off already? I keep telling you, I want to marry for love.” She didn’t know what to feel right now, angry yes, upset yes, and also confused, why now, when the topic of suitors had never felt imminent. 

“Emma, every day you spend with the Dark One is a day closer to us never seeing you again.” She tells her as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

“If this is still about him corrupting my mind, you have to know I’m still the same person as I was before the bargain.” As the Crown Princess, Emma didn’t have many choices in terms of clothing, free speech or political opinion, but she deserved the freedom to choose and to marry whoever she liked. 

Her mother touched her cheek, a way she did when Emma was younger. “Emma, the fact you don’t see it worries me. This is for the best. If we send a message you’re getting married, you can convince him to call off the bargain. This is a good thing Emma, things will go back to the way they were.”

She may have spent more moon cycles with the Dark One than planned, but she sure as hell was not dark herself, Killian couldn’t corrupt her when he was only trying to heal. She was different, she admits that, but it was a good different. She was powerful, confident in her abilities and her magic. Something that only came from being with Killian.

But she was the princess. Her parents, the King and Queen. She could fight with them about many things, but this was orchestrated by them. She could try to refuse this marriage, but she would need a valid reason, another prince or duke to replace Lord Walsh. It was a horrifying thought, but she didn’t have a choice. She was going to have to marry him.

What she wanted was to run away with Killian. She wanted to free him of his curse, help him heal. She did not want to be bound to him for a moon cycle at a time, she wished to spend as much time as she wished. But if she did that then her parents would come looking, they would send armies to search for her, it would cost the kingdom more money than they have. Running away would cause a civil war. 

All because she fell in love with the wrong Fae.

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“I know you feel it too. Please Emma, don’t deny it.” He pleads, keeping the shadows clouding around them for a little while longer.

“I don’t deny it. I’m just in shock.” She admits. Having a mate in this world was rare, but those who were lucky enough to be granted one would be damned for all eternity if they chose to reject their mate. She had grown up with a legend of a male who loved another for years before meeting his mate, they chose to be apart and he died of heartache. She isn’t sure how much of that was true, but there was a reason they were chosen to be mates by the universe. She couldn’t marry Lord Walsh, no matter how hard her mother worked, marrying someone she had no love for knowing her mate, her true love was just out of reach would be too painful a life to lead. “Killlian, if we’re doing this, it has to be right, we have to follow the rules. If I run away now, it will only start a war.”

Killian nods in understanding, “We do this the right way. I claim you in front of everyone, and if you claim me back there is nothing they can do to stop.” He gives her a quick kiss before disbanding the shadows around them and hides from onlookers until it's time.

The crowd are unaware anything happened as she begins her descent down the flowery aisle. She spies her family in the crowd, her mother looking so happy, her brother next to her smiling brightly and her father trying not to cry as she takes his arm. He was meant to be giving her away to Walsh, but he was indirectly handing his daughter over to the Dark One. This was going to break their hearts, but she hoped they would see that Killian made her happy, the life she was choosing for herself was far better than the one her family were choosing for her. 

Walsh stands at the end of the aisle by the arch, his family were noble and would prosper from this union, more land and a grander estate. All of that was meaningless though, he didn’t love Emma either, it was his family pushing this marriage as much as it was her own. She was leaving a lot behind, her brother would become Crown Prince, and her mother would likely push a marriage for him too, likely to Princess Alexandra of the Western Kingdom to save the Kingdom from too much heartbreak of a runaway Princess. But it was worth it, the time spent with Killian made her feel alive for the first time in her life, she discovered things about her she didn’t know she could do.

“We are gathered today to witness the marital union between these two people. Lord Walsh of Oz, and Princess Emma of Misthaven.”

Emma spies Killians shadows from just beyond the arch, waiting for the right time.

“If there is any reason why these two should not be married, Speak Now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence from the crowd. Until shadows grow and at the other end of the aisle, Killian transfigures. “I object.”

The crowd begins to stir, chatter arises, some people even scream. “Under what grounds?”

“I have come to claim Emma. As my Mate.”

Shock horror from the crowd once again, she hears her parents cries and pleads not to go through with this, but she had no choice, this was for her own happiness, she was putting herself first for once.

“Do you claim me as I claim you?” He asks, knowing her answer.

“I claim you, Killian Jones, as my mate.”

Neither were sure exactly what would happen when they said those words, legend said mates had to claim one another in words, whether that be in public or in private. Considering mates were rare and neither had met or heard of anyone that had a mate, they were unaware if anything were meant to happen after they had claimed one another, whether it be lighting from the sky or if they would feel it in their hearts.

Neither were prepared for their right arms to suddenly have ink appear and spiral into a tattoo, matching with one another. Confirming their mateship and that they were now bound to one another, there was nothing anyone could do about it.

With a last look of pity and sorrow at her family, she runs into her new mates arms, and they disappear in a cloud of shadow.

 Emma was going home.

[coolerontheflipside]

If your taking requests could you write one for neymar jr x reader

With younger neymar and davi when davi is maybe 1 year old and the reader is in a carneval. Reader is friends with his sister and when she is drunk she asks for neymars number. Doesn't write it down but after an hour she calls him and asks him if he would like to come to a club she is in and after that when they get together she first brings davi to her parents a few times before they even meet neymar.

I'm sorry it's long but it was actually how my parents got together it's just that the roles were reversed🤣 (even better if you could make reader Croatian since it happened there)

a/n: i’m so sorry anon for not getting to this sooner, my life has been so busy with christmas and family, but i wish everyone a happy (and safe) holidays! now, i need to shut up and start writing.

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Rafaella has been my best friend since..well since forever. We can’t go a day without texting, calling, and sometimes meeting up for coffee. We were basically sisters.

But, I was also curious about her well-known brother, Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior. He was good looking, extremely talented at football, and very funny. I rarely saw him when he wasn’t playing, but cherishing every moment with him. I would remember even the smallest details from our last acquaintance. June 27, he seemed stressed and tense, seeming as if one more thing would set him loose into an argument with the nearest person. I wanted to help, but didn’t know how.

I am pulled away from my thoughts when I see my phone buzz with a text from Rafaella reading,

“Vamos sair. Te pego às 6, ok?” (“Let’s go out. I’ll pick you up at 6, okay?”)

I text her back immediately with,

“Ok, vejo você às 6!” (“Okay, see you at 6!”)

I get up from my sitting position on the couch, turn off the TV, and go upstairs. I have about an hour and a half to get ready, so this is a bit short-notice but I’ll make it work.

An hour and 15 minutes passes and I am just adding the finishing touches to my perfectly curled hair. Although my hair is extremely thick, the curls should hold for a bit.

Once I’m done doing that, I decide to open Instagram to pass the time. I scroll for a bit, but then I find myself on Neymar’s page, looking down on his most recent post with him and Davi.

“Oh my gosh,” I think to myself, melting at the sight on my phone, “Davi is already 1? He’s so cute!”

Davi, Neymar’s son, is probably one of the most cutest babies I have ever laid my eyes on. I mean, come on, those brown eyes are just so precious.

Again, I am ripped out of my thoughts when I receive a text from my girl.

“Estou aqui!” (“I’m here!”)

I place my phone in my little clutch along with a little money and ibuprofen and head downstairs to exit my home, making sure to unplug the curling iron and turn off all the lights.

I walk towards her car, slightly admiring the beautiful blacked-out look.

“Oi garota!” she greets as I enter the car and I do the same. (“Hey girl!”)

“So,” I start, “ where is this new club?”

“Você vai adorar, é só esperar!” she says, her voice filled with enthusiasm, but not really answering my question. But then again, I do love a good surprise. (“You are going to love it, just you wait!”)

It took a bit to get there, but once we arrived, it was awesome just on the outside.

We walked in and somehow Rafaella knew the guy working so we got in for free which was cool, but I was starving so I headed to the bar.

“O que posso fazer por você?” the bartender asked, and I already knew my answer. (“What can I get for you?”)

“Brodetto,” I say, knowing that yes, this was a drink bar at a club and yes, I ordered a stew..but I really didn’t care and neither did the bartender as he put in my order.

After I finished my stew I ordered shots after shots. Then, I tried a few new drinks and some were actually pretty good.

Almost 3 hours had passed and I was drunk. Everyone was, though, except for Rafaella being a responsible adult.

“Hey, girlll,” I say, sounding out the last word a little longer than usual.

Rafaella looks at me and mimics my behavior, “Sim garotaaa?” (“Yes girlll?”)

“Can I get Ney’s numberrr?” I ask without hesitation, the alcohol taking full control of my system.

She replies with a simple, “certa” and dials it in my phone, not thinking to write it down and trusting that my phone will remember the number later.

After a few more drinks, she decides that I have had enough and that I shouldn’t drink anymore. So, we do the next best thing..dance!

After a few good songs I decide to call Neymar and invite him to the club that we were in.

Thank goodness my phone remembered the number and it rings for a bit.

Ring..

Ring..

About halfway through the third ring he picks up.

“Olá? Quem é?” he asks, and I can suddenly hear my heartbeat in my ears. (“Hello? Who is this?”)

“Heyy, it’s Y/N! Look, you should come to the club Rafaella and I are in, it’s insane!!” I say, sounding confident.

The other end went silent for a few moments, indicating that Ney was pondering the decision.

“Claro, mas você tem que me fazer um favor,” he says. A favor? Hmm, what could it be? (“Sure but you have to do me a favor”)

“Anything”

“Você tem que tomar conta do Davi quando eu estiver fora” he says, waiting for your answer. Babysitting Davi? Um, yes please! (“You have to babysit Davi when I am away”)

“Ney, you have yourself a deal” is what I said as I ended the call, excited for Neymar’s arrival.

We had a great night and I think I should’ve won the award for “the most drunk”. I don’t even remember going home or falling asleep on the bed wearing the same attire as last night but with no shoes.

I got up and reached for my phone, seeing a million messages across different platforms but the one that caught my eye was a message from Neymar.

“Como você está se sentindo?” he sent. Did he care about me? My heart did a little skip at the thought of THE Neymar caring about how I felt. It was almost too good to be true. (“How are you feeling?”)

I text back a, “alright, I have a massive headache, though.”

Not even 2 seconds go by and I see that he “read” my message. Dang, he must’ve been waiting for my answer!

“estarei aí em 10” is what I get in return and I don’t respond. (“I’ll be there in 10”)

Not even 10 minutes go by when you hear a knock on the door.

Then another one.

Then one final one until you hear keys jingling at the door and then it is finally opened.

“He must’ve gotten the keys from Rafaella,” I thought, too lazy to get up from my bed to greet the handsome man that just entered my house.

“eu trouxe o davi, espero que não se importe,” is all i hear as he stomps up the steps and into my room. He immediately locks eyes with me as he carries food in his hand, water, and some tylenol. Of course, Davi is by his side as he enters my room that looked as if a tornado went through it. Not the best look. (“I brought Davi, hope you don’t mind.”)

“Ei, você está bem?” he asks, worry painted all over his face as squats down to my eye level and takes my hand in his. (“Hey, are you okay?”)

“I’ll be fine, hey Davi!” I greet the familiar child and he just looks at me and walks up the room.

“ele vai gostar de você em breve. mas primeiro, vamos cuidar de você” Ney says as he leads me to the bathrooom, helping me. (“he will warm up soon, but now let’s take care of you”)

Weeks pass and I become closer to Davi and Ney. I take Davi to my parents very often and he opens up, just like Ney said he would.

Eventually, Neymar had some free-time and decided to surprise me and Davi when we arrived to my house after leaving my parents’.

Davi runs to him and Ney engulfs him in a large, warm hug.

“vá esperar no carro, estarei aí em um segundo” Ney says to Davi and he obliged. (“go wait in the car, i’ll be there in a second”)

After Davi closed the door behind him, Ney and I locked eyes. “He has such beautiful eyes,” I can’t help but think.

“muito obrigado, y/n, você não sabe o quanto isso significa para mim,” he says, a smile creeping up on his face. (“thank you so much, y/n, you don’t know how much this means to me”)

“Estou esperando para te perguntar isso desde que coloquei os olhos em você, mas você quer ser minha namorada?” he asks, a hopeful expression plastered on his face. (“I’ve been wanting to say this since I have laid eyes on your gorgeous self, but will you be my girlfriend?”)

I can’t even form words I am so happy, so I just nod and he engulfs me in a giant hug and then, right then and there is when I knew that Neymar Jr was my forever home..

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a/n: hii, i am so sorry that this is so long and i am sorry if it is not accurate 😭. i wrote this on about 2 hours of sleep and i am currently pulling an all-nighter with my friend to finish extra-credit for over the break, so I apologize in advance because i didn’t proofread. but ya, i really hope you enjoy and please don’t be afraid to tell me what i did wrong and i will try my best to fix it!

xx, charlotte 🤍

[pjsk-writin]

Timezone ⏰ anon here to request another oneshot/headcanon from you! I loved the way my previous requests turned out so I'm here to ask for more from my personal favorites, hope you don't mind.

Can I get a male reader that barely ever appears on their group meet-ups due to having to sustain themselves because they got kicked out for being trans? (It's ok if you don't want to write about this kind of stuff).

The characters would be Shizuku, Saki, Rui, Mafuyu and Toya

I hope you have a very nice day!

weheh im glad!! and ofc idm! i wish you all the best, and I hope you like this!! <3

♡ KICKED OUT - Shizuku Hinomori, Saki Tenma, Rui Kamishiro, Mafuyu Asahina and Toya Aoyagi x Reader

Shizuku:

Shizuku is very caring towards the people she loves, that is one of her strongest traits

Of course, this means that she notices your constant absences to group meetups. At first, she thinks nothing of it, but eventually grows concerned

The next time she sees you, she asks you what's been going on. Were you alright? Did something happen?

Turns out that something did happen, and she was shocked to find out you had been kicked out for being trans, and that you had to sustain yourself

She was speechless, before she gently grabbed your arm, walking with you. "You should've told me sooner hon, I would've made room for you immediately!"

She asks for you to stay with her until you can get things sorted out. In the time that you spend with her, she gives you lots of hugs and promises that she'll never leave you <3

Saki:

Saki loves nothing more than spending time with the people she loves!

She's definitely the one who brings attention to you constantly missing group meetups. The group always felt so sad without you...

The next time she sees you, she asks if you're doing okay. She knows that the group isn't your main priority in life, but she's just concerned!

She's completely thrown off by the confession that you had been thrown out for being trans and had been sustaining yourself. How could anyone do such a thing?

She sighs, frowning before looking to you, "I'm so sorry that's been happening...Do you maybe want to stay at my house? I promise my family won't mind!"

If you accept her offer, she and the rest of the Tenmas are quick to take you in. They're a wonderful family, and Saki herself will always remind you how loved you are <3

Rui:

If there's one time where Rui can truly be himself without caring about others' thoughts, it's with his group

He notices your absences immediately, and tries to brush them off. A small part of him is scared you want to stop hanging out with him though

When that fear gets to him a bit too much, he asks you about it, eyes wide with anxiety. You weren't another person abandoning him because he was weird...Right?

As it turned out, the truth was much worse: You had been kicked out for being trans, and were currently sustaining yourself

He clicked his tongue, a frown on his face. After a moment of hesitation, he looks to you before holding his hand out, "Stay with me, dearest. Please."

He's actually a very pleasant roommate of sorts to have, and he constantly tends to your needs. He wants you to know that you're wanted and loved with him <3

Mafuyu:

Considering that there are only a few people that Mafuyu can truly be herself around, she cares about her group

This is why she notices your absences, and can't help but feel empty. Did you finally have enough of her?

She sends you a DM about it, calm despite the strange feeling in her chest. Much to her surprise, you had ended up getting kicked out for being trans, and had to sustain yourself

There was a minute of silence from her end, before she simply sent you the message, "Come to my house."

Despite the chance of you seeing how her parents are, she would rather have you close than lost somewhere alone. Whether she would admit it or not, a part of her, the feelings that shine through every now and then, feels complete with you by her side <3

Toya:

Toya hangs out with his group to just let himself go. He doesn't have to care about expectations with the group

That's one of the main reasons he notices your absence. He definitely misses you, but comes to the conclusion that you needed space

He asks you about it randomly, and he's shocked into silence when you confess that you had been kicked out for being trans, and was sustaining for yourself

He watches you with a frown, looking off to the side before placing his hand on your shoulder. "I...I'm sorry you had to go through that. I think I could convince my dad to let you stay over. If you want me to, of course."

If you do stay with him, you get glimpses of the father Toya had told you about. Still, he takes care of you, and thanks you for being in his life for as long as you have been <3

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

to the gay characters: have you dated any women before realizing your gay?

Iggy: "I lost my virginity to a girl!" :D "It... Didn't feel quite right, though... Then I screwed a dude, and I've been a gay top ever since!!"

Roy: "... Wait, when was this??"

Iggy: "Me losing my virginity? Mmm..." *Thinks* "I believe I lost it in the summer between elementary school and middle school? Not sure."

Roy: "I-... EXCUSE ME???"

Rango: "Nah. Me realizing I'm gay is a very... Complicated story. It all started when I was fourteen-ish, I believe... Maybe thirteen? Not sure. Anyway- I had a best friend, Doopliss. One day, I was over at his house, and we accidentally walked in on his older brother... "Doing stuff with a friend." Got curious... Doopliss and I decided to try out what they were doing, together."

"And... I'd tried out that same thing with a couple of other, different guys, as my family moved from place to place. It never really occurred to me WHAT we were doing. One day, I was in high school by then, I wondered if I was ever going to get a girlfriend. All of the other boys around me were getting girlfriends! Aaand... Then I realized. Not only had I never really felt any attraction to my female classmates... I kinda sorta maybe DID with the men(?) And a few minutes after THAT, I figured out that I had been having gay sex for almost two years!!!"

"With that realization came the fact that... Doopliss was sorta... Like... My pseudo first boyfriend... I wished that I had figured out that I was gay sooner, and Doopliss and I could have... Done more!!! Don't get me wrong, I am plenty happy with Koops, but... Doopliss and I had something special. And I would give ANYTHING to see him again... It's been YEARS..."

"Oh yeah, and if you're curious about my story of actually coming out to my siblings... Wellllll, that's a story for another day." :3

Peasley: "No... I knew that I was gay before I ever started dating. How, you ask? Well. Um. The internet is a very interesting place. That's all you need to know. So, when I was finally at that age where kids around me were interested in relationships, I threw myself out there and was with two wonderful lads before I ended up with Luddy! I believe I have spoken of them before, but my exes' names are Mallow and Pine."

[writers-ex]

july showers + you = <3

no cheating go read the prolong first for more context >:|

bride!lia x bride!reader

warning: literally fluff ppl

“well i do wear the pants in the relationship.” biting her lip lia tries her best not to let out a laugh in the middle of the most important day of her life.

“shut up and pay attention my love.” knowing you wouldn’t hear the end of it late you wink at your bride and turn to face the officiator speaking now to the two of you. after you exchange your personal vows for each other they have you face each other to finish off the ceremony. given the rings lia says her lines and says ‘i do’ while choking up as she slides her ring onto your dinger all eyes fall on you to complete the ceremony.

“-take choi jisu to be your beloved wife?” finding your vision blurry with tears you nod and squeeze her hand.

“i do.” your hands start to shake as you try to place your ring on her but drop it to the ground making lia laugh as you curse trying to wipe your eyes with one hand and feeling the ground for the ring. once you find it you look up and see your expectant bride looking up waiting for you , on your knees once again you slide the ring to her finger. lia drops to the floor with you and pulls you in for a deep kiss as everyone cheers for the happy couple.

eventually due to weak knees and a hungry stomach you both get up and walk down the aisle hand in hand beaming with joy as you make your way outside to the car to head to the reception area. on your way there the back seat is full of giggles and stolen kisses between you and your new wife.

“i can’t believe we did it! mrs.last name lia~now i get to spin my wife down to the dance floor where we’ll-oh no…” one by one little drops of rain hit the car before a full on shower occurs obscuring the view of the driver causing him to go slower. your phone blows up on texts from various party goers already at the venue.

‘hannie: bestie the venue is flooded! everything is ruined even the cake got soaked 😭 what are we going to do???’

lia reading the text takes a slow deep breath before looking at you with a sad smile.

“well…i hated the flavor of that cake anyways, i guess we owe ourselves one reception party for our one year anniversary then?” rubbing your hand all your frustrations and months of planning melt as you eye your wife looking calmer than the storm brewing outside.

“how are you so…ugh hold that thought, driver can you please take us back to the hotel? it’s nearby i believe.” giving you a nod he starts his journey back.

‘hannie: the weather man lied! i’m going to write him a very angry letter when i get back home, what will you do now?’

‘me: start our wedding night earlier than expected…?’

“i guess we’ll be able to get out this clothes sooner then we thought?” nodding lia snuggles close to you closing her eyes as the rain drops echoes fill the silence. at the hotel entrance you’re greeted by staff waiting to escort you to the room when you see familiar faces walking up with a few gift bags in their hands. “ryujin? chae? what are you-“

“we wanted to have a backup plan just in case your outdoor party had some…complication. so enjoy your own private party up in your suite with your gifts and a special cake on the house.”

“aw you guys!!” hugging them tightly lia starts tearing up hugging her friends closely as you take the gifts from them. after wishing them goodbye you both enter the elevator heading up to your room, lia takes the lead guiding you toward the room when she gasps.

placing the things down you follow suit and hold her waist closely. the room has transformed into a mini reception hall decorated in the same fashion with a small cake in the dinning room table. balloons and flowers paint the walls and chairs as music plays through the TV speaker, you turn to face lia and find her doing the same.

“i love you lia, thank you for saying i do.”

“i love you more my love, thanks for asking~” cupping her face you lean closer and kiss your wife full of eagerness to start your new lives together.

go back and change your outfit 💄

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

I reincarnated into the villainess of Miraculous Ladybug!

Part 3

Yeah, after ten thousand years, a new chapter! I really couldn't work with Horrificator, so I ultimately decided to skip it and go directly for Princess Fragrance to get Chloe to Master Fu, and next will be Volpina. Hopefully not after other 10 thousand years

Chloe couldn’t believe her eyes.

She already knew this moment was going to happen sooner or later when she learned that Prince Ali was going to visit the sick kids of Paris, and for some reason she had to accompany him, instead of her dad, or a diplomat.

She still had to hide her glee from Sabrina. She had Tikki in her own hands!

She wished she could tell her everything she knew, and how much she admired what she and Marinette were doing.

“Did I hear you say Prince Ali?” Rose approached them timidly, after Chloe’s limo had arrived and Sabrina opened her door.

“Not that I want to, but yeah” She said quickly, hiding Tikki in her purse, muttering a “Sorry”, which Tikki for a moment thought was meant for her, but dismissed the notion. This was Chloe after all.

“Oh please, could you give him a special letter from me?”

“Sure, no problem”

“That is so amazingly sweet of you to do this for me!” 

“But just so we are in the same page, I can’t guarantee he will be able to read it, his assistant might confiscate it or something”

Rose deflated a bit with those words.

“But I will do my best so he can get it”

“I understand. Thank you, Chloe!” Rose smiled and went away, happy as ever. Chloe was happy that at least she was able to prevent her akumatization. She then was able to hear Marinette whisper yelling for Tikki.

On the one hand, she could continue with the script and keep Tikki for a couple of hours… but since she prevented “Princess Fragrance” being created, it could be difficult to return Tikki later. She sighed, and then took Tikki out of her purse.

“Hey, Marinette!”

The other girl turned around; worry written all over her face. Her face changed when she saw Tikki in Chloe’s hand, from worry to happiness, to a sudden realization to worry again.

“Is this uh… toy?... yours?” said Chloe not very convincing. Marinette nodded cautiously, ready to plunge if Chloe tried anything funny. To her surprise, Chloe carefully put Tikki in her hands. “You should be more careful, it looks delicate. I don’t know what it is, but it feels a bit hot, maybe you should take it to the doctor hehe” Chloe tried to joke, giving a hint to Marinette to bring Tikki to Master Fu, which Marinette found odd.

“Thanks… I… uh… I will?”

Chloe smiled and finally went inside the limo, not before noticing that Marinette seemed to be “talking” discreetly with Tikki, and suddenly ran to the opposite direction Chloe was going, which also was opposite Marinette’s home.

Then she realized, that she was going to Master Fu right now.

Without hesitation, she ordered her chauffer to return home and give the letter to her dad to give to Prince Ali. She left the limo and went after Marinette, not noticing Rose was staring at her.

-

Chloe followed Marinette, noticing how every now and then she kept opening her purse and whispering to it, no doubt asking for directions. They eventually reached a non-descript house.

Chloe decided to wait out until Marinette was done to enter and confirm if it was indeed Master Fu house, as she couldn’t be sure until she saw him herself. Idly, she reached for her phone to call her dad… and then she noticed she had a Akuma Alert message.

She didn’t even know there was a Akuma Alert App.

Opening the app, she read through it and her eyes went wide. It was Rose, or rather, Princess Fragrance. “OH, COME ON!”

She couldn’t believe it. Even if she tried to be nice, the universe conspired to create the akumas anyway… She sighed, and was about to go home to try to talk to Rose, or at least help Chat Noir until Tikki got healed, but then she heard the door of the house opening, Marinette getting out quickly, and then going into an alley. She then saw Ladybug emerge and go in direction to the hotel.

She looked at her options… even if she went to the hotel, she probably would only get in Ladybug’s way… or end up smelling like fish. Push comes to shove, she would go if Ladybug and Chat Noir couldn’t defeat her, but now… she wanted to talk to Master Fu.

-

She knocked on the door, and waited, eventually, Master Fu answered, and looked at her with a confused look on his face. It was obvious he knew who she was, and the normal Chloe Bourgeois would never be on a place like this. At least not voluntarily.

“Hello, my name is Chloe Bourgeois”

“Welcome to my humble establishment young lady. What can I help you with? A massage for your father, perhaps?”

“No, thank you. I…”

In that moment, Chloe realized that, for all the time she had spent trying to locate Master Fu, she had never planned on what to say. Master Fu looked at her even more confused, and a little concerned.

“Are you lost? I can call a taxi to take you to your home”

“No, I’m exactly where I wanted… Ah, screw it.” Chloe pushed past Master Fu, who was still confused, and now a little annoyed at her rude behavior. She planted herself in the middle of the room, staring at the gramophone that she knew was where Wayzz and the Miraculous were hidden” Without looking back at Master Fu, she took a deep breath and just started to talk.

“I know the girl that just left is Ladybug, and I also know who is Chat Noir, and that you chose them to fight against Hawk Moth. I also know you’re wearing the turtle Miraculous, and you have more Miraculous on that gramophone” she said in a single breath, pointing at the gramophone. “Wayzz is probably hiding in there too” she added.

Master Fu was wide eyed, he was obviously not expecting that, specially not from Chloe Bourgeois, who even he knew was the spoiled rotten daughter of the mayor. He just stared at the girl, unsure on how to react. “Who… what? No, young lady, you’re wrong haha” he tried to laugh. Chloe’s face was serious.

“I know is hard to believe that someone like myself would have such information”

Chloe took another deep breath, this time turning around and facing him. She was not sure how Master Fu would react to her story, but, well, if there was a girl running around in magical ladybug pajamas, it would be hard to not believe her.

“It’s hard to explain… I’m not the Chloe Bourgeois that was before… Or maybe I am… it’s confusing, to say the least…”

She proceeded to say what had happened to her, how “Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir” was a show she used to watch on her previous life, and how everything seemed to match her memories, and how she now had two sets of memories. Master Fu listened to her, his confusion fading and more of an understanding reaching him.

“It’s hard to believe… but not impossible. Even if you had learned of their identities in some other way, I made sure to not connect myself to them. Wayzz, you can come out.”

The Little turtle kwami came out of the gramophone, and flied around Chloe, as if studying her.

“I knew there was something about you. I think she’s the anomaly I told you about Master”

“Anomaly?” asked Chloe a bit offended.

“I can tell…” Said Wayzz, still floating around Chloe. Chloe gulped nervously.

“What… I’m not human or something?”

“Uh?” Wayzz realized he was staring and blushed a bit. He shook his head. “No, sorry. It’s… hard to explain. You’re human, and you have only one soul, but it’s like… hmm”

Wayzz looked around, and noticed a notepad.

“It’s like this” he went and grabbed the notepad and a couple of pens. He wrote “human” in one page. “Master Fu and everyone else are like this… and you… are like this” he grabbed the other pen, and wrote human too. The first pen was black, the second was blue.

“I don’t get it”

“The word is the same. Same meaning, same work, the same person wrote it. And yet, one is black, and one is blue. Other than that, they’re the same”

“That is both extremely vague and also very helpful”

“If I’m correct, you’re still the Chloe Bourgeois we know, but somehow the memories of that other life were awakened. You’re you.”

“Do you know who Hawk Moth is?” asked Master Fu, finally able to process what Chloe had told him.

Chloe shook her head. “No. The season ended without revealing it. Oh! The last episode was about a new transfer student, and a book about previous Miraculous Holders.”

“The grimoire? Where it is?”

“Gabriel Agreste has it. Adrien will randomly notice that his dad has a safe behind the portrait of his mother, Plagg will open it and notice the book, and they take it. The new student stole the book, but Marinette and Tikki retrieve it, the last scene was Tikki bringing Marinette here to introduce you”

Wayzz and Master Fu looked at each other, concerned.

“If Gabriel Agreste has the Grimoire, there’s a big chance he also has the Miraculous I lost… Was anything else in that safe?”

“A picture of Adrien’s mom, I think a ticket… and…” Chloe’s eyes went wide. She took the notepad from Wayzz and drew something on it, and showed it to Master Fu. “This.”

Master Fu looked at the drawing and then at Chloe again. “The Peacock Miraculous…” Chloe nodded.

“That’s what the internet thought, but… well, Gabriel Agreste has made jewerly based on the other Miraculous, that new student bought a pendant that was identical to the Fox Miraculous, so it could be a fake, as Plagg also didn’t even noticed it when he saw the book”

“Do you know when this will happen?”

“No, the series was very loose with their continuity, but I already saw all the akumas from the season, the only one that is yet to happen is the new student one, so it could be any time now. “

“… I’m going to trust you” said Master Fu solemnly. “Ever since you came here, have your actions changed how you remember the… uhm… ‘show’?” Master Fu was visibly uncomfortable that their life was just a kid’s cartoon on another universe, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Well… kind of…”

Chloe explained everything that had happened ever since she became… well, her. How even if she was trying to be nice, she was still provoking the same Akumas to happen. It happened with Max, with Mylene and now with Rose.

“The details might change, but I’m guessing Volpina will still happen no matter what I do”

“We’ll wait. Even if the book doesn’t make its way to me, since we know where it is, we can retrieve it. We could use one of the other Miraculous to infiltrate the manor.”

“I could go and confirm whether what Chloe saw is or not Duusuu’s Miraculous”

“Is too risky. If Gabriel Agreste is Hawk Moth, he could capture you. We’ll only use that as a last resort. Meanwhile, we have to keep our eyes open”

Chloe and Wayzz nodded. She was surprised that Master Fu had trusted her so quickly, but again, with a girl doing super heroics in magical ladybug pajamas, this was probably far from the weirdest thing he had experienced.

“Have you told anyone else about this?”

“No. I know their identities are important, and… well, I don’t think anyone would believe me, especially with my reputation. Heck, if it wasn’t myself, I would be doubting my own sanity. Oh, by the way, is it possible to be akumatized again?”

Master Fu nodded solemnly. “Yes. You could become Antibug again or get a whole new set of powers. And with the information you have… well…. We have to find ways to prevent that”

Chloe nodded, and the rest of the afternoon was spent with Master Fu teaching her techniques that could help calm down, and finding the heroic resolve to not be akumatized again.

When she left the place, Chloe had added Master Fu to her contacts with a turtle icon, and was happy to learn that Ladybug and Chat Noir had dealt with Princess Fragrance without an issue.

[takecareluv]

maybe the reader and vinnie being childhood friends who kept in touch over the years after the reader moved away from seattle. both developed crushes on each other as they grew up, but could never confess because it felt weird to do over facetime. vinnie's friends reach out to the reader saying they're throwing a party for vinnie's 20th birthday and invite the reader. vinnie doesn't know about this, wishing that the reader was there with him for this special moment, so come party night our sweet boy can't believe his eyes when he sees his long-time crush and best friend standing in front of him.

a.n. i love love loved this concept! thank you my darling for sending it <3 i’m so happy i got to write a birthday fic for our sweet boy. i just want to say a quick happy birthday to vinnie. i know he’s not gonna read this (god i hope he doesn’t) but thank you for everything you’ve done for me. you brought light into my life when i needed it most. you brought me this blog which i’m so extremely thankful for. you brought me the most amazing people that i now get to chat with everyday on here. you are an incredible person. i’m sending so much & birthday wishes. i love you, pretty boy. <3

birthday kiss || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie grew up as close friends ever since you met that day on the playground in kindergarten. he played with you when no one else would. he even defended you against billy the bully when he pushed you down the slide when you were scared. he became your knight in shining armor ever since.

you’d always had a slight crush on him, and that only intensified as you got older.

you never confessed your feeling for him in fear of messing up your lifelong friendship. you would rather be stuck friends than lose your favorite boy altogether.

a few days after graduation, you finally got the nerves to express your true feelings to vinnie, and now you were sat across from him at the local you spent most days at.

“i have something to tell you,” you mumbled nervously while fidgeting with the rings around your fingers.

“i actually have something i need to tell you too. you can go first though.” you could tell by his shakey voice that he too was feeling nervous. that made you curious. what did he have to feel anxious about? you were the one about to profess your undying love for the boy. what could he possibly have to tell you as stressful as that? 

oh my god. what he tells you he got a girlfriend. or maybe he hates you? your mind was running rampant, anxiety of course getting the best of you.

you needed to hear what he had to say immediately, especially before you admitted anything you would soon regret. “oh, you can go first then. mines not really that important.” you tried to shake it off as nothing so he wouldn’t press any further.

“okay, um.” he ducked his head down towards his lap, not looking up at you. “i’m moving to los angeles.”

you were stunned. you didn’t know what to say. your best friend, your boy, was moving to a city a thousand miles away? “i- uh. wow um… l.a.? that’s great. really great. um- when exactly are you leaving?”

“july 15th,” he replied hesitantly. 

“you mean two weeks from now?” you were growing more emotional by the second, although you weren’t quite sure what that emotion was. angry that your best friend just now told you he was leaving in two weeks? sad that you lost your opportunity to tell him you loved him? or happy that vinnie was taking steps to pursue his dreams? 

confusion. that was it. you were severely and utterly confused. 

“im sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. it all happened so suddenly and then i didn’t know how to break the news and every time i was about to, we were just so happy and i didn't want to ruin that.” he rambled, trying to explain himself. 

as much as you didn’t want to, you understood. i mean how long have you been trying to tell him something considerably nerve-racking and chickened out every time. and now you lost your chance. he was leaving in two weeks and nothing was going to change that. you couldn’t start a relationship off long distance, you weren’t even sure you could handle a friendship at that much of a distance. you had to let go, and move on. you took this as your sign from the universe that you and vinnie were meant to be nothing more than best friends. 

“it’s okay,” you whispered in attempt to hold back tears. “i understand. i’m happy for you. i mean you get to pursue your dreams, that's amazing vin. how could i be upset with that?” you mustered up the best fake smile you could and continued, “listen i hate to run, but i forgot i had to help my mom with something so i gotta go.”

“wait but i thought you had something to tell me too,” he questioned, feeling confused as you rushed to grab your belongings and get out of there. 

“it was nothing, just forgot about it, okay? i’ll talk to you later, bye.” 

“bye i guess?” he responded as you practically ran out of the establishment. what just happend? vinnie thought to himself. 

--

those two weeks flew by and before you knew it you were waving vinnie goodbye through the glass of an airport window. 

you guys kept in touch constantly, and would occasionally visit, but it just wasn’t the same. especially after vinnie really blew up, you both barely had time for each other. 

you felt so off. it was like a piece of you was missing. it had been over five months since you had last seen your best friend and you missed him more than anything. 

vinnie’s birthday was coming up and you were upset thinking that this might be there first time since you were six that you wouldn’t be there to celebrate with him. 

that was until you got a text from jett, who’d you met several times when vinnie brought him along on his trips to seattle. 

hey so we’re throwing a party for vinnie out here in l.a. and we wanted to surprise him with you. he’s been so off recently and even though he won’t admit it we all know its because he misses you like crazy. let me know if you'd be down and we can figure out your flights and everything :)

you were grinning from ear to ear. vinnie misses you? you couldn’t believe it. all this time you thought he’d forgotten all about you, but in fact it was the complete opposite. you instantly replied to the text. 

hey! of course i’ll be there! i miss you all. 

you continued to converse for the rest of the night, discussing all the details of when you would fly in, where you would be staying, and how you would surprise him. 

you couldn’t be anymore excited. you hadn’t felt this happy, well, since vinnie’s last visit. he was your other half after all, you didn’t feel complete without him.  

--

a week later, you were now thirty-thousand feet in the air, flying closer and closer to your boy, your vinnie. 

the party was tonight and you would be heading to the venue as soon as you landed and got picked up by thomas and mia, who were of course vlogging everything. 

while you were feeling so eager in the back seat of thomas’s lambo, vinnie was feeling the birthday blues on the way to his own party. he didn’t even want a party, not if you weren’t there by his side. he would've much rather stayed home and drowned in his sorrows over the fact that you had yet to send a birthday text and it was coming close to eight p.m. did you forget? did you just not care about him anymore? 

god how could he be so stupid? he’d been feeling so down these few months without you but still managed to drive you away because he couldn’t bare the thought of being just your friend when he wanted so much more. but how could he tell you that when you were in seattle and he was in l.a.? it might as well have been a whole other time zone. 

he was so caught up in this thoughts, he hadn’t realized they pulled up to the restaurant the party was at. he followed everyone out of the car and trudged his way into the place. 

a birthday without you, when was the last time that happened?

when he entered the restaurant, he grew confused. it was empty. he knew they rented the place out but where was everyone? there were a bunch of cars he recognized outside. maybe they were in a different room, he thought. 

he walked further into the place thinking maybe the was another room he was supposed to go to. it didn’t help that everyone he rode with had magically disappeared. what is going on?

that was when he heard a voice. not just any voice, but a soft, delicate voice of an angel, his angel. 

“damn, vin. i thought you said you made friends out here, just a party for one?”

he turned his head so quickly he almost got whiplash. “y/n? how? wha- what are you doing here?” he asked while taking big strides over to where you stood and pulling you into a bear hug. 

“you didn’t think i'd miss your birthday, now did you?” you teased, a smile spread across your face. oh how he missed that smile. 

“oh my god, i can't believe you're here. i missed you so much you have no idea.” he couldn’t even think straight, he needed to tell you how he felt and he needed to tell you now. no more waiting. 

“there’s actually something i've been meaning to tell you, for a while really. um, wow i can’t believe i’m actually about to say this but, i- i love you y/n. i always have. and not in a way you love your best friend, but in the way that i miss you every time your not around, the way i don’t feel complete until you’re back with me. and in the way that i never want you to leave my side ever again. i love you more than anything in this world and i can’t believe it took me this long to tell you because each day that i haven’t has been torture. so i’m saying it now, I love you y/n l/n.”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything. you just stared at him with wide eyes. what are you doing? this is all you’ve ever wanted, say something.

vinnie was growing worried. oh no, did i just fuck everything up. he wanted to cry. “please say something.”

you didn’t though. you just reached out to grab his face with both your hands while stepping closer and pressing your lips against his for a kiss you’d been waiting your whole life for. “i love you too.” 

vinnie felt a weight lift off his shoulders. you loved him. you actually loved him! this was the best birthday ever. he had forgotten all about how sad he was not even fifteen minutes ago, because now he was the happiest he’d ever been. 

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you nodded. “happy birthday, bub.”