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hi my loveliness!! GOOD MORNING AFTERNOON OR EVENING!! i’m so sorry i’m sending this late my love i had a terrible terrible work shift (7-11 and 1-5:30) IDK WHY MY WORK HATES ME LIKE WHAT ARE THESE SPLIT SHIFTS </3 i hope you’ve eaten and taken care of yourself I MISS YOU SO MUCH LIKE I MISS MISS MISS YOU WHEN I GOT THE NOTIF YOU POSTED I LITERALLY JUMPED AT MY PHONE i miss you so much im so happy to hear from you again and hear that you’re doing well TELL ME ABOUT UR DAY I WANNA HEAR ALL ABT IT!! also ur literally the cutest i wanna bite ur cheek (LOVINGLY) everytime i read ur responses i always go “ness is so cute omg i love her” LIKE SOME THINGS U SAY IM LIKE omg she’s so cute like I DO THE SAME !! everytime i have like something go on i’m like oh my god i need to tell ness this bcuz WORK IS CRAZY!

don’t worry about answering ur asks so late! i’m so so sorry i sent this one late i had such a busy day and i was gonna write one last night but i was so tired </3 IDK WHATS IN THE AIR LATELY BUT IM JUST SOOO TIRED(its work) and you know what’s so very very silly? i was totally gonna like tell my manager that im quitting like yesterday right BUT THEN MY STORE MANAGER QUIT?? so i don’t know i was like ohhhhh….. (i’m not sure if im gonna quit for uni)(i WANT to but im not sure if i should?)(im kind of motivated by you to keep working IDK YET WE’LL SEE) AND DONT WORRY IM HOLDING YOUR HAND ILL FOLLOW !! i will piece together ur jumbled mind so do not worry ur pretty little head and DONT WORRY ABOUT ANSWERING THESE LATE !! REALLY !! u don’t have to worry at all my love

OMG AND I WILL QUIT LIKE I REALLY WANT TO id rather work on cutesy little frames with ness like im literally gonna pack my bags and get a us citizenship and work with you !! also im gonna put in my little work stories here now so prepare for yapping so so so this was on wednesday right (my other 9-5) (idk why they can never give me 4 hour shifts i hate full shifts AHHH) oh my god ness it was the worse shift ever like no seriously i was like ON THE VERGE OF CRYING !! but i did have one sweet lady like come up to me right and she was like “was that ur voice on the intercom?” (i think she knew because i was in the fitting room right and that’s where you answer the phone) and i was like yup! and she’s like you have the sweetest voice ever i hope you know that and IDK IT WAS SO SWEET LIKE i remmeber being so touched because i literally had the worse customer interactions that day like IM NOT SURE WHAT WAS IN THE AIR BUT EVERYONE WAS SO SASSY LIKE it’s back to school season at work so everyone is like …. shopping right? GOD I HATE MEN AT FITTING ROOMS BECAUSE they give me back their clothes all inside out with no hangers and they just leave it on the table… and they’re like “thanks”’and just leave and i literally hate it so so so so much like no it’s the fact that the clothes are INSIDE OUT and just messy and everything that mainly bothers me because like i’m not expecting the clothes back perfectly on the hangers but IM NOT EXPECTING THIS EITHER? and it’s worse when it’s like 10 items and im like oh this is great… this is great… and actually like i HAVE to get the customers to hang up the items like (sorry im just gonna yap and go on a tangent)(this is not proofread) so i can make sure they aren’t stealing right like I HAVE A CAMERA RIGHT ABOVE US but the customers are always like “it’s ur job to do this!!” LIKE YES BUT IM GONNA GET FIRED OR WRITTEN UP IF I DONT ASK YOU TO HANG IT UP LIKE it doesn’t have to be perfect and WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME (fortunately it’s not a common thing because most people are respectful enough to hang it up)(but i do sometimes get that customer that’s like erm isn’t that ur job…)(NO MY JOB ISNT TO ASK GROWN PEOPLE TO HANG UP THEIR CLOTHES??? I JUST DONT WANNA GET FIRED) and oh my i had the WORSE CUSTOMER COME UP TO ME AT CASH LIKE they had so so so many items right?? but then when i told them their total they decided they didn’t want half of their items anymore so i had to void them all and like i i remember hearing her be like “she’s so slow”(to her friend) and like “they need faster workers” LIKE IM SORRY I HAVE TO LOOK ON MY LITTLE SCREEN AND FIND YOUR DUMB ITEMS TO VOID THEM LIKE MAYBE !! I DONT KNOW !! DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT AND WHAT YOU DONT WANT BEFORE COMING UP HERE?? and i literally wanted to cry because im like i was already so stressed and having a bad day and HUNGRY so after that customer i was like i’m going to the bathroom but instead i went to our warehouse and ranted to a coworker, NEARLY CRIED and left so yeah to that customer i hope your kids give you a hard time because there was no need for all that drama !! IM JUST A GIRL !!

OH AND I TRIED THE POKE BOWL BUT THERE WAS NO IMITATION CRAB ONE THERE WAS JUST A SALMON ONE and i was really really like hesitant to try it right because i was like hmm raw supermarket fish…and like to be honest it wasn’t THAT BAD like i will admit i didn’t eat a lot of the salmon but i ate everything else! and the raw fish wasn’t so bad when i mixed it with the avocado and everything else, and i was like omg i can’t wait to tell ness i FINALLY TRIED IT!! i really wanna try the imitation crab one so like i can actually finish it but it wasn’t bad!! ill give her a 7/10 and literally it’s only the salmon part like I WAS SCARED and the salmon wasn’t that good either but what can i expect out of a supermarket plus it was only like $8 i think or $11 i actually don’t remember BUT CINNAMON ALMOND BUTTER SOUNDS SO GOOD?? it was so funny because i was literally looking for almond butter but i didn’t find any unfortunately and i totally get the peanut butter thing! i don’t like peanut butter much either but also i don’t eat it that much LOL i think its the texture and like the TASTE IDK im really picky in general im very basic foods or safe foods you know also omg me in your schedule<3333333333333333333333333333333333 IM GONNA CRY (/POS) and IM SO SAD IM ANSWERING THIS LATE STILL LIKE WORK ruinS MY SCHEDULE it just nudges its way in and ruins it like </33 but when i got off work i just got right into writing back because i miss you so very much like I DONT KNOW LIKE YOUVE LITERALLY BECAME THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF MY DAY NOW SO IM ALWAYS LIKE omg i need to tell ness it’s always a thought that comes to mind now

ALSO IM SO HONOURED YOU WANTED TO REPLY TO ME LIKE STOP <333333333333333 twin flame?? soulmate???? the love of my life??? LIKE STOP i was literally kicking my feet reading that like i read your response last night and im like gigging in my room like a maniac LOVLINESS IS SO YOU !!! like omg call me a genius because i literally was like OHHHHH IM COOKING WITH THIS when i thought of it like i typed out “hi lovely ness!” and i was like hold on… LOVLINESS?? then i went to google and was like let me just make sure im not crazy then i read the definition and i was like yup that’s staying THATSSSS STAYING it’s my own little nickname for you now and forever <3333333333333333333333

ALSO I DO THE SAME THING !! LIKE i switch from tumblr to my notes app to write out my message because i wanna make sure i read and acknowledge and reply to every single thing you say! WE ARE SO CONNECTED BECAUSE THERES NO WAY like someone do a star reading on us(my birthday is in november and i don’t know what rising star means but ill search it up and do it)(like im gonna hire a witch from etsy to do some consultation on us or something)YES OFC ACTUALLY ILL TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAYS OKAY SO wednesday i had work and those terrible customer interactions and i don’t remember what i ate? i think i had OH i had just rice and chicken with broccoli AND I HAD MANGO ICE CREAM LOL I WAS EATING IT and i was like …. is this cannibalism? and it’s so very funny because my family actually doesn’t really like mangos like ITS JUST ME LOL which is okay because it means everything mango is dedicated for ME ITS FOR ME !!! and then at night i played some phasnophobia with my friends because i love ghost hunting at night!! on thursday i didn’t have work but i was organizing and preparing all my uni stuff because i know if i don’t do it early it won’t get done until last minute so i paid my tuition set up my schedule my notion and YEAH!! i also had mac and cheese (AND I THOUGHT OF LOVE NOTES!!!)(I MISS LOVE NOTES SO MUCH) and i also had rice and beef with green pepper!! (i actually don’t like green pepper that much…)(ACTUALLY I LIED) like i like the taste but i don’t like eating it? IDK ITS SO WEIRD I LIKE THE TASTE BUT NOT THE TEXTURE?? but yeah so i had THAT then today!! before work i just had toast and butter and i IM SORRY i haven’t eaten anything yet because i wanna write this out first but i think my mom made bun rieu downstairs so IM SUPER EXCITED TO EAT THAT LATER!!! so my days have been very very boring, back to working and DREADING IT but i always love hearing from you like it’s the best part of my day AND STOP I CONSIDER YOU A GOOD FRIEND TOO LIKE LITERALLY I WAS KICKING MY FEET WHEN YOU SAID THAT BCUZ IM LIKE OMG ME TOO !! AND I DO THE SAME THING AS YOU WHERE LIKE i read then when i feel like i need to add something i YAP YAP YAP then i continue reading the paragraph like WHY ARE WE SO TWIN FLAME SOULMATES?? i just wanna make sure i reply to everything and like i just put in my own little yap thoughts and then suddenly the ask gets longer and longer LOL (also i love sap yap season do not worry) (SAPPY YAPPERS <3) I LOVE YOU NESS UR THE SWEETEST PERSON EVERY LIKE I WILL LITERALLY BITE UR CHEEK IN THE MOST LOVING WAY POSSIBLE!!

THE CHEF THING IS SO WEIRDDDDD LIKE be normal challenge pls !! also working with your mom is so cute but i feel like it’s so weird that the chefs still like STARE AT YOU WHILE YOUR MOM IS THERE?? like do they not find that weird… THATS WEIRD TO ME I DONT KNOW next time they do something weird just say you’ll unleash your mango anon on them and i’ll come out your phone like a pokémon and protect you against them <333333333333333333

YES EXACTLY !! THE MALE MANAGER IN A FEMALE BASED CLOTHING SHOP?? what are you doing here!! no disrespect(actually full disrespect because sometimes he’s mean)like one time he kind of scolded me because i didn’t come in early for my shift to check if the fitting room was clean? like ? YOU WANT ME TO COME IN EARLY TO MAKE SURE THE FITTING ROOM IS CLEAN LIKE WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE i was literally like oh okay. (i never did it) and unfortunately the creepy men is a problem like my other coworker has a very like rare name like its very rare where her instragram username is literally just her name so she was wearing a name tag and some weirdo came up to her and showed her instagram and asked her if this was her and that was CRAZY like the manager was called and my coworker was crying and i felt sooo so so bad :( because that’s such a terrible thing to happen to you so now her name tag just had her nickname on to because it’s so bad like please go back to your families and stop being weird to literal children !! (she’s also 18 so she has the minor sticker on too) and YEAH SAYING PEOPLES NAMES AT WORK IS WEIRD !! like maybe its different for others but for me its just off putting like i personally really really don’t like it because it makes me so uncomfy when they just say my name and i’m like okayyyyy…. im gonna just ….. keep doing my job!!

AND YES!! LITERALLY LIKE i’m very much convinced that the props people just wanted to be on stage and running in and stuff or hiding in the wings because they were kind of slow i can’t lie and it was very mildy infuriating </333 AND DONT WORRY I THINK I UNDERSTAND YOUR DESCRIPTION? like my mind is slowly filling out the image when you said it so hopefully i have the right idea?? ALSO FOUR LEVELS IS CRAZY OH MY GOD and we had a sliding window too for the lights! but like we never really used them and we just had to shut them whenever we were done so people couldn’t like crawl in it guess i don’t know LOL because the big window(?) had like a glass window while the other two were open for the lights and yea(hopefully that makes sense)THE CONDOMS ON THE FLOOR I LITERALLY LIKE SPAT OUT MY DRINK(i didn’t actually but i imagined myself doing it) NO THATS SO FUNNY YOU USING IT AS FINGER GLOVES?? i actually can’t wrap my head around the condom thing LIKE ITS SO UNSERIOUS BUT FOR SOME REASON IT FITS??? like tech is so unserious and such a toxic environment it’s crazy like i remember in high school we were doing a play and one of our leads quit because her boyfriend broke up with her right and he was also on the play so SHE QUIT then her two other friends quit??? and this was literally i think 2 weeks before the show and my director was SOOOOO MAD(rightfully so!) like thankfully it wasn’t huge roles so we had some paying playing two parts which kind of sucked for them because the costume changing plus having to learn all those lines in 2 weeks(yeah it was terrible)AND YES THE AUDITORIUM CHAIRS WE HAD THOSE TOO!! and THE HOTBOX IS SO TRUE BECAUSE ME TOO !!! (soulmates i tell you) like everyone would vape in the little booth like it was so bad that if you looked up you would see the vape juice(?) build up and it was so gross like everytime i walked in i literally got whiplashed by the smell of like watermelon or blue raspberry or SOME FLAVOR OF VAPE I DONT KNOW BUT THE MOLD???? I WOULD CRY no like actually let me tell you at my high school there was A MICE IN THE FOODS CLASSROOM LIKE no that place is not clean ill tell you, im so thankful everyday that i made it pass highschool because that place was definitely not sanitary !!

teaching tech is so so real because like at my high school at least there was a tech theatre class where you did learn how to do stuff THEN you could participate in shows right so tell me why there were people who DIDNT KNOW WHAT THEY WERE DOING??? LIKE WHY AM I TEACHING YOU WHEN YOURE SUPPOSED TO LEARN?? and idk if i’m impatient but i literally get so mad when they don’t get it after i’ve explained it more than once like i cannot be gentle parenting this and having positive reinforcements i’m afraid like i fear you guys are on your own AND YES LIGHTS AND SOUND IS VERY VERY INTIMATING BECAUSE OF THAT!! like if you make a mistake EVERYONE knows and then everyone has to wait for you to do it properly before continuing on and it’s so humiliating like because everyone looks at the booth when it’s the wrong setup and i’m like oh my god i’m gonna sweat my balls off like i’m so so sorry AND THE DIRECTOR CALL OUT !! NESS I GET IT !! like ur the only one who would get my tech stories because none of my friends did tech and how do i explain my rage when THEY DONT GET IT BUT I GET YOU AND YOU GET ME LIKE(the deep rooted tech rage is so real)(but i can’t help but miss tech because there WERE good moments and i did like my role) I GET THE FIRST WEEK THING OH MY GOD because like i need to see the scenes too right like and it’s just messy trying to work around everyone and like recognize the scenes???(if that makes sense)like i need to see the play and see where to do everything first before doing it and it’s so so stressful the first week so i totally get it!

ALSO YES LETS QUIT OUR JOBS AND START A PODCAST LIKE i will namedrop these people so hard like “oh my to that one actor that quit mid production i hope YAP YAP YAP YAP” and the shameless plug like “oh !!! if any theatre needs a light and sound duo please send in an email!!! we would love to !!!!!”

AND I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ALL YOUR TECH STORIES SO DONT WORRY!! ALSO??? the director calling YOU IN TO BE STAGE MANAGER OH MY GOD YOURE HOLDING THE FORT!!! the sketchy theatre department is so real AND YOU SUBBING FOR A CLASS?? LIKE?? DID YOU GET PAID THATS CRAZY!! just a bunch of uncoordinated high school kids in a tech department and you have to watch over them??? THATS CRAZY LIKE INSTEAD OF HAVING AN ACTUAL SUB YOUR DIRECTOR BEING LIKE “actually!! let’s get ness here!!” (it’s because you were such a good tech member he had to bring you back to show them how it was done) THATS SO CRAZY THOUGH?? no but if i had someone as amazing as you i would do the same <3333333333333 bring in the professional !!! but if my director did that i think i would cry because i cannot handle high schoolers like me fresh out of high school saying this but i CANT RUN A PLACE LIKE THAT MAN you are a brave brave soul and you’re gonna do so well managing those kids !!BUT MY JAW DROPPED. LIKE. HE WAS PULLING THR PLUG ON HIS— HIS FATHER IN LAW????? NO BCUZ MY JAW DROPPED LIKE I HAD TO REREAD THAT??? also signing away your life is literally real because when i was in tech i was literally in the theatre more than i was at work at that point like i was getting home at 9pm most days BECAUSE OF TECH ALSO DONT WORRY ABOUT BEING TIRED LOVELY LIKE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OVER ANYTHING!! also the gossiping and complaining in the car for hours is SO SO REAL I DO THAT WITH MY FRIENDS TOO!! like a little debrief because they’ll drive me home right and park outside of my house and we’ll bring up the most niche things about a person and full on investigate it or like talk about just one person for HOURS RIGHT then i check the time and it’s like 9pm and i’m like oh maybe i should go home BUT THE REGINA GEORGE KIN OH MY GOD??? no because that’s crazy like ness one day i will kidnap you(consensually) in my car and we will yap for hours about tech and literally men in general because the men in your life (no offence) SOUND TERRIBLE??? LIKE DOWNRIGHT SCARY TERRIBLE LIKE OH MY GOD i’m still waiting on skater boy lore (NO PRESSURE) but like my experience with men hasn’t been so bad… most are short lived because i found the weirdest things to have icks about but like HEARING WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY IM LIKE.. I DONT KNOW HOW YOU DO IT TRULY!! i will hardcore namedrop people though because as a wise person once told me, if these men are reading haikyuu x fem reader fan fiction than they have BIGGER issues to worry about

TRUST ISSUES ARE SO REAL LIKE IDK IF SHIFTING WAS EVER REAL ? like i get lucid dreaming because sometimes that happens but SHIFTING IS CRAZY i remember being on tiktok and this one girl said she shifted during her test and got her answers like that?? I DONT KNOW i have major trust issues when it comes to shifting like i just can’t wrap my head around it AND THE JESUS CHRIST THING I LAUGHED SO HARD LIKE you can’t do it. HELLO??? typo or not that’s the funniest thing ever like ALSO IS HAVING A GOD A DISCORD THING BECAUSE I HAD A “god” IN MY SERVER TOO LIKE it wasn’t jesus but he would pop in every now and then and like make his stance then leave for 6 months and i was just like okay buddy whatever you say

ALSO MY HEART IS URS NESS UR THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER LIKE <333333333333333 also please please make sure you eat and take care of yourself !! im glad your headache is better now but make sure you eat full proper meals! ALSO U COULD FLY TO ME !!! OR ME TO U!!! i’ve actualy never been in the us so ITLL BE AN EXPERIENCE!! no but if i ever meet you i think i would be like those “meeting my long distance best friend” videos where i just tackle you to the floor and hug you for 10 whole minutes while people walk around us (and i would be shameless about it) but my life is yours my heart is yours I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND ITS SO GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN !! IM SO SORRY THIS WAS LATE TOO AHHH I TOOK A WHILE TO WRITE THIS ONE BECAUSE I WANTED TO MAKE SURE I UPDATED YOU ON MY LIFE !! but ness u are everything to me i love you very much please eat and take care of yourself!!! xoxoxoxoxo

MANGO ANON!!! HELLO HELLO <3 DO NOT WORRY AT ALL ABOUT SENDING THIS LATE!! good morning or good evening to you <3 and i'm so sorry to hear about your terrible day!! that work split sounds HORRIBLE AND SO DO YOUR CUSTOMERS!! </3 (this time i also read through your ask a little bit earlier today while i was cooking dinner before i responded!!! <3333) AAA I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ALSO LIKE THINK TO TELL ME THINGS AS WELL!!! I LOVE THESE ASKS SO SO MUCH I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU <33 AND WE CAN BITE EACH OTHERS CHEEKS LOVINGLY!!! 🥰🥰🥰 THAT'S OUR FORM OF AFFECTION <33

and def don't be sorry for sending this late again!! and if you're busy definitely do not stress abount sending anything at all!! as long as you're taking care of yourself i'm happy <33 BUT I'VE ALSO BEEN SO TIRED LATELY!! (it's work + school) and in MY humble opinion the way they're scheduling you for these whack/full shifts instead of four hours sounds like it could be a lot to handle on top of uni!! and ofc you can ask for like less hours or whatever or....u could quit and come work with me!! or ofc you can look into other jobs that you might enjoy more/be easier and such <3 YOUR STORE MANAGER QUITTING IS CRAZY?? LIKE THE TIMING ON THAT AND ALSO THE FACT THAT IT SOUNDS LIKE THEY DIDN'T YK...TELL YOU GUYS??? ALTHOUGH I FEEL LIKE THAT'S SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO TELL YOUR WORKERS???? you said store manager so like i'm guessing it's not your singular male manager BUT I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF HIM AFTER WE TALKED ABOUT HIM LAST NIGHT LMAO (maybe he saw u dissing him on a cutesy hq x fem reader smau blog and was like "UGH U GUYS ARE RIGHT WHAT AM I DOING IN THIS PROMINENTLY FEMALE CLOTHING STORE THERE IS MORE TO MY LIFE THAN JUST THIS" and quit!! :D) BUT LIKE DEF DON'T BE MOTIVATED BY ME LMAO i feel like a skeleton rn 😭😭 ik i've probably like said this before but like i was supposed to be done with this second hostess job in august BUT IT'S BEEN PROLONGED ANOTHER MONTH SO I'M JUST SO TIRED UGHEGHOERNK </333 I AM HOPING THE BEST FOR YOU THOUGH!!! AND I WILL SUPPORT YOU THROUGH ANY DECISION <3 KEEP ME UPDATED ON WHAT U DECIDE TO DO IF UR COMFORTABLE WITH IT!!!

AND AA YOUR SHIFT SOUNDS SO STRESSFUL I'M SORRY ONCE AGAIN LOVE :( (lmk if u have any requests yk!!! u will always take top/first priority over everything <3 if you're ever wanting a comfort fic for a certain character i will write it for you!!! all you have to do is say the word my love <3) AND THE SWEET LADY SOUNDS SO NICE :(( I'M GLAD SHE SAID THAT TO YOU BUT LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEN???? I GENUINELY CANNOT UNDERSTAND HOW THEY'RE FUNCTIONING MEMBERS OF SOCIETY AND WHY IN THE WORLD SOCIETY THINKS THEIR BETTER THAN WOMEN BC LIKE 😭😭😭 THEY'RE ALL SO PRIVILEGED AND BRAINLESS THEY CAN'T DO ANYTHING!! PLEASE!!! WE NEED TO TEACH MEN HOW TO BE HUMANS bc like no matter what!! it's definitely just a courtesy NOT to leave places a mess!! and like if these men are here trying on clothes or buying some or whatever THEY DEFINITELY HAVE JOBS SO LIKE THEY SHOULD KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO HAVE TO CLEAN UP SOMEONE'S MESS!! so i'm so sorry they were so insensitive and stupid!!! you do not deserve that disrespect at all </3 ESPECIALLY BECAUSE IT MAKES YOUR JOB MORE DIFFICULT!!! THEY NEED TO LISTEN TO YOU EPECIALLY ESPECIALLY IF YOU ASK THEM TO DO SOMETHING!! like you're the one who works there and like,,, IT IS 2024!!! WE NEED TO LEARN TO RESPECT WORKERS PLS!!!! (i am also very passionate about this bc i've also had my fair share of bad customers </33 AND YOU LITERALLY DESERVE ALL THE CARE AND NICE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!! NOT A SINGLE MEAN PERSON LIKE TO THE PERSON WHO CANCELLED HALF THEIR ORDER AND THEN SAID YOU WERE SLOW THIS ONE IS ESPECIALLY FOR YOU: I WILL NOT LOVING BITE UR CHEEKS AND CHOMP ON UR HAIR AND TEAR IT OFF!!)(i'm glad you were able to rant to a coworker and i hope you felt a little better afterwards!! you definitely deserved a break after that <3 AND MAKE SURE TO REST AND REPLENISH YOUR BODY AFTER YOU WORK!!!)

AND AA YOU'RE SO BRAVE!! my store also sells a salmon poke bowl but i CANNOT bring myself to try it 😭😭 like i do not like raw fish that much and i just cannot imagine eating...CHUNKS OF IT YK??? SORRY FOR THE WORD CHOICE BUT LIKE IDK HOW TO SAY IT BUT I JUST CAN'T 😭I'M ALSO VERY PICKY AND I LOVE MY THREE SAFE FOODS I EAT ON REPEAT <33 BUT YES CINNAMON ALMOND BUTTER IS LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE FOODS EVER!! i used to buy this one brand but then they stopped making cinnamon almond butter 😭😭 BUT JUST RECENTLY ANOTHER GROCCERY STORE STARTED SELLING THEIR OWN BRAND OF CINNAMON ALMOND BUTTER AND I'VE BEEN SUPER HAPPY!!! IT'S DEF HARD TO FIND THOUGH I'M HONORED YOU EVEN LOOKED FOR IT!! AND MANGO ANON I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW IMPORTANT YOU ARE TO ME AA <33 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! YOU HAVE DEFINITELY BECOME A PART OF MY EVERYDAY LIFE AND I'M SO SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!! I LOVE ANSWERING YOUR ASKS EVERY NIGHT AND I LOVE HAVINGS THOUGHTS ABOUT WANTING TO TELLL YOU THINGS!! YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME <33

AND I'M STILL SO OBSESSED WITH THE NICKNAME YOU GAVE ME AAAA I'M SO HONORED I'M SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT RN KICKING MY FEET!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR IT AA YOU'RE TOO SWEET <33

ANDDD OMG?????????? NOVEMBER BIRTHDAY????? FIRST OF ALL THAT'S COMING UP SOON YAY!! AND ALSO I HAVE NO IDEA ANYTHING ABOUT LIKE RISING MOONS AND SUNS AND BLAH BLAH BLAH 😭 i just know that based on the day i was born i'm a cancer!! AND I THINK YOU'RE MAYBE A SCORPIO?? MAYBE?? IDK WHAT DAY YOUR BIRTHDAY IS A U DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME I WAS JUST GOOGLING LIKE NOVEMBER ZODIAC AND IT'S SCORPIO 1-22 AND AND SAGITTARIUS FROM NOV. 23RD-THE REST!! but either way AAA YES WE ARE SO CONNECTED!!! (i love etsy witches <33 literally the best people ever <33)

AND HELP THE MANGO ICE CREAM CANNABILISM LMAOO 😭😭😭 I HOPE IT WAS GOOD!!! there's a song i've been listening to and there's a part about mangos and it always make me think of you!! but for some reason i cannot remember it rn 😭 i think it's a big thief or adrianne lenker song but i will def write it down next time i hear it so i can tell you what it is!!! AND YES!!! MANGO'S ARE DEDICATED TO U!! UR MY MANGO ANON <333 YOU ARE LIKE THE QUEEN OF MANGOS OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE!!! <3 AND AAA PHASMOPHOBIA LOOKS LIKE SO MUCH FUN!! (although i could never play it bc unfortunately i'm scared of horror games and such 😭😭) BUT I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD TIME WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! AND THURSDAY SOUNDS SO FUN AND CHILL!! FROM THE SETTING UP YOUR NOTION AND GETTING READY FOR UNI <33 best of luck!! and it sounds like you're super prepared!! <3

AAAA I MISS LOVE NOTES TOO!!! BUT MAC N CHEESE YAY <33 maybe i should make mac n cheese soon </33 BUT I NEED ATSUMU TO MAKE IT FOR ME </33 I REFUSE TO MAKE MYSELF MAC N CHEESE!! mango anon we need to meet up for a mac n cheese and (tech theatre trauma) gossip night like atsumu and love notes yn <333 MEETUP WHEN?? I'M FREE THE ENTIRE NEXT WEEK <33 BUT YES I HOPE YOU ATE AFTER WRITING THIS!! AND THAT YOUR FOOD WAS GOOD!!! BUN RIEU SOUNDS SUPER GOOD!! AND AA I THIKN YOU'RE THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER!!! I LOVE <3 HOW CONNECTED WE ARE!!! WE ARE LITERAL TWIN FLAMES AND WE BURN THE BRIGHTEST!!! WE'RE JUST SO COOL!! <33

AND NO FR like the fact that they have no shame to stare at me or whatever WHILE MY MOM IS THERE is APPALLING to me!! i'm glad you think so too bc i def agree with you 😭😭 they have most certainly failed the be normal challenge!!

AND SO HAVE THE PEOPLE THAT COME TO YOUR WORK!! BC LIKE WHO SEARCHES UP AN EMPLOYEE'S INSTAGRAM?? MOST OF ALL IF THEY'RE A MINOR???? AND THEN ALSO GOES UP TO THE PERSON TO ASK IF THIS IS THEIR INSTAGRAM?? THAT IS SO WEIRD AND UNCOMFORTABLE </33 I HOPE IF UR MALE MANAGER IS MEAN IT'S AT LEAST GOOD FOR FIGHTING OFF WEIRD CUSTOMERS!! AND I'M SORRY YOU'VE HAD/WITNESSED SO MANY BAD INTERACTIONS THAT'S HORRIBLE </33 (ALSO SIDE NOTE BUT I'M SORRY IF THINGS STOP MAKING SENSE AROUND NOW OR EVEN EARLIER IDK WHY BUT LIKE U SAID THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE AIR AND I'M SUPER TIRED AND I'M LITERALLY HALF ASLEEP RN BUT I'M TRYING TO FINISH RESPONDING TO THIS ALL!! <3)

AND OMG THE WAY EVERYONES THEATRE IS ACTUALLY SO SIMILAR IS CRAZY 😭😭 like two of our four booth windows could also lock as well!! but most of the time we don't keep them fully locked so that if the both door was locked we could grab a chair and jump up and climb through the booth window LMAOO IT'S NOT PRETTY 😭 ALTHOUGH I GUESS THE BLACK MOLD WAS A MY SCHOOL ONLY THING </33 BUT YES THERE WAS THAT AND THE CONDOM ON MY HAND 😭😭 I'M GUESSING HAVING A PLETHORA OF CONDOMS IS ALSO AN ONLY MY SCHOOL THING LMAOO BUT HELP YOUR LEAD QUITTING BC SHE BROKE UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND?? my freshman year we did this one play that i guess was like so boring or hard for our actors we lost like quiet a few of them and so we ended up having maybe like six people 😭 who all had to play multiple rolls and had a lot of quick changes it was crazy!!! but that was probably still one of my favorite shows i ever did <3 (one again not proofreading and slowly falling asleep so sorry for any typos/mistakes!!!)

BUT THAT'S SO INTERESTING THAT YOU HAVE TO TAKE A TECH CLASS BEOFRE PARTICIPATING IN SHOWS!! like that's actually such a good ide a but also i don't think i'd have the patient to deal with so many actors in my type of setting if that makes snese. yk?? AND NO I DIDN'T GET PAID FOR HELPING OUT 😭 THERE WAS AN ACTUAL SUB THERE TO LIKE ACTUALLY BE RESPONSIBLE IF SOMETHING HAPPENED BUT I WAS THERE TO ACTUALLY LEAD THE CLASS UGHGHHHHH </3 but!! it was worth it tbh bc i've adopted a really sweet sophomore, she's so so kind and like her and her group partner were too scared to actual drill or use a table saw and they're literally my favorites so i was like "ik technically i shouldn't be doing everything for u guys but....if ur not comfortabel doing this u can just watch me again!! and then practice later <3) BC I ALSO HATE HAVING TO SHOW/EXPLAIN TO SOMEONE HOW TO DO SOMETHIG MULTIPLE TIMES like,,, this regina george guy i was talking about...idk how much you know about lights but i was trying SO hard to explain "parking the lights" to him and IDK for me it makes a ton of sense like IT'S PURPOSE/ACTION IS IN THE NAME BUT THIS MAN COULD NOT UNDERSTAND IT AND IT DROVE ME CRAZY!!) but lmao it's funny u bring up gentle parenting bc while i was talking to this kid i adopted <3 i was talking to her and trying to convert her into a lights kid (from PROPS AND RUN BARF!!!! I'M SAVING HER LIFE RN <3) and i was like "if you're interested in learning lights!! it'd be best to do it now like especially during this upcoming musical when i'll be around bc the kid that's taken over for me (that one that tried to steal my job) can be a little mean </3 but for me not to sound egotistic or anything but i'm definitely more of a gentle parenter <3" and this girl was like "yeah i can tell" LMAOOO WHICH WAS DEFINITELY A ???????? SHOTS FIRED?????????? HELLO???????? NESS CANNOT GET UP SHE IS DOWN FOR THE COUNT!! moment BUT IT WAS SO FUNNY TOO LMAO I LOVE HER I LOVE THIS KID I ADOPTED <33 and she makes it worth it!! i'll probably lurk around and help if i can for that class bc i love her and want to teach her <3 and i don't mind not getting paid bc it is lowk fun!! like i'm doing all the fun parts about tech but don't have to deal with the drama of actual shows and everything <333 so we'll see how it goes!!! i finally understand the person i took lights over from bc she also always like visited the theatre after she graduated and would help me out sometimes and i get it now,, bc like i want to come back for this kid i adopted <33 SO IDK I GUESS THAT'S WHERE I AM NOW!! AND THAT WAS MAINLY MY ENTIRE DAY <3 NOT MUCH MORE HAPPENED!! I WAS JUST WORKING ON TONICS THE WHOLE DAY <3

BUT I LOVED YOUR LITTLE PODCAST DIALOGUE LMAOO "to the actor that quit mid production..." I'M FOLLOWING THAT UP WITH "to the dear run and props head of my old theatre who relates to regina george.....I HOPE YOU YAP YAP YAP!!"

AND AAA OMG PLEASE (sorry just realized i think i went a lil out of order bc i talked about me teaching these high schoolers BEFORE talking about the podcast but i think me mentioning this will make it more confusing so NVM!!! BUT JUST KNOW LMAOO I HEARD SOME LIKE JUNIOR OR SENIOR THIS YEAR WAS GETTING BULLIED BY THE FRESHMEN DURING ONE OF THE TECH CLASS PERIODS BC ALL THE FRESHMEN WERE LIKE "are you okay??" and this junior would be like "....yes..? why???" and they were like "your eyebags are REALLY bad" WHICH IS FOUL WHY WOULD THEY SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT THEY'RE SO MEAN 😭😭😭) BUT ANYWAY YES PLEASE KIDNAP ME!! I GIVE YOU FULL CONSENT AT ANY TIME OF THE DAY TO ANYWHERE WHATEVER U WANT FOREVER MANGO ANON <33 MY LIFE AND EVERYTHING I OWN IS YOURS!! <33 AND PLS I WAS THINKING ABOUT THAT HORRIBLE SKATER BOY TRAUMA TODAY I WILL DEF TELL YOU!! I THINK NEXT TIME BC I FEEL BAD I'M HALF ASLEEP AND HAVE HAD TO FIX SO MANY TYPOS ALREADY SO I WILL TELL U TOMORROW WHEN I AM MORE AWAKE IF THAT'S OKAY!!! but yes i've had such bad experiences with men in my life 😭😭 i'm not sure why they all suck so much !!!! but!!!! they do!!!! </3 where is my irl sunarin!!!! BUT I'M GLAD THE BEING IN A CAR GOSSIPING FOR HOURS IS A UNIVERSAL EXPERIENCE FOR YOU TOO!!! IT'S JUST OUR SIGN THAT WE SHOULD BE DOING THAT TOGETHER!!!!

SOMEONE SHIFTED DURING THEIR TEST AND GOT ANSWERS??????? BRO THAT CANNOT BE REAL 😭😭😭😭 i remember sometimes i'd see comments that would ruin the magic and they'd clarify "i'm talking as if i've shifted before to manifest and believe in it!" if that makes sense and so it made me have serious trust issues that like maybe everyone was just basically manifesting what they wanted to happen so they were just gaslighting everyone BUT IDK 😭 THAT SHIFTING DISCORD SERVER I WAS IN WAS CRAZY LIKE I THINK WE HAD MULTIPLE "god"s pop in i remember this one time we had this person come in and we were ALL fighting them on their very wrong opinions and I HAVE A SCREENSHOT OF IT SOMEWHERE AND I'M GOING TO "NAMEDROP" USERS BC I THINK IT'S OKAY BUT LIKE HERE WE GO I'M WRITING IT AS DIALOGUE:

person acting like god or whatever: there, i pulled sleepy out of this reality and they shifted

sleepy: nah i'm still here

I REMEMBER THAT SO CLEARLY BC IT WAS SO FUNNY TO ME LMAOO SO LIKE I THINK THIS GOD PERSON WAS CLAIMING TO BE ABLE TO MAKE PEOPLE SHIFT BUT THIS USER NAMED SLEEPY FULLY JUST WAS NOT HAVING IT LMAOO and i'm still on the server and just looked in the general chat and let's just say... it's mainly dead and the only people left who talk there....are interesting....

BUT AAA MANGO ANON MY LIFE IS YOURS!!! WE'D BOTH RUN TO EACH OTHER AND TACKLE EACH OTHER AND IDK HOW PHYSICS OR GRAVITY WORKS SO IDK WHO WOULD ACTUALLY FALL ON TOP OF WHO BUT JUST KNOW I'D BE RUNNING TOWARDS U WITH JUST AS MUCH EXCITEMENT AND LOVE!!!! I WOULD ALSO LOVE TO COME FLY TO U <3 AND I CAN BE UR SCARY GUARD DOG AT WORK!!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON <3 MY HEART IS YOURS!!! HAVE A LOVELY LOVELY DAY AND DO NOT WORRY!! i'm hoping to actually make a dinner on probably monday or so!! bc i didn't get scheduled for work like the entire weekday of next week 😭 so i'll try and take advantage of the time off and finally get my life together!! I WILL UPDATE YOU ON HOW THAT GOES AND THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS CHECKING IN AND MOTIVATING ME TO EAT AND TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!! PLEASE DO THE SAME OR I'LL HAVE TO COME FLY THERE RN THIS INSTANCE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU FOR YOU AND BE YOUR HOUSEWIFE!!! (which would be soooooo bad!! like i totally do not!!!!!! want to do that!! nope!! not at all!!! totally not!! i'm obviously sarcastic rn!!) BUT I AM DEFINITELY HIGH OFF MY HALF ASLEEP MELATONIN BRAIN RN SO I WILL BE GOING TO BED!! I'M SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMAR MISTAKES I FELL ASLEEP TWICE WRITING THIS UNFORTUNATELY 😭 SO I'M ALSO SORRY IF I SKIPPED EVERYTHING BUT I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON!! IT WAS SO GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU AND PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! ILY ILY ILY <3 GOODNIGHT!!!

#answers <3 #mango anon <3

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sxftkxssxs · 3 years

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i have a request! how would the courtiers react if they were there when mc broke a leg/how would they act throughout the healing process? -broken leg anon :3

ksdjfldsk I hope ur recovery is going/will go well, dear! And I hope this brings you some happiness <3

The coutiers with a broken leg mc

Volta

she jumps 50 feet in the air no joke

she heard the crack and that so unsettling break of ur leg and

She runs faster than ever to get you actual helps since she’s kinda, not good in the medical field-

She doesn’t know how much she can help with ur recovery-

but she tries!

she actually offers you food?? and everyone looks at her when she does it bc-

She’s never done that with anyone before??

She does check in with you when she remembers to!

hugs <3 (she’s very tiny dont squeeze too hard)

i wouldnt ask her to help you get anywhere since she’s not built for that but she tries to make sure there’s someone to help-

You groaned, pulling yourself to sit up. Immediately you could smell something amazing. You looked over to see a gorgeous plate of food on your bedside table. There was a hurried note beside it, most obviously in volta’s handwriting. (And drool?? on the paper?)

‘I hope this helps you feel better, countess mentioned yesterday was hard for you.

- Volta’

Valerius

you can see the immediate disgust and concern mixed on his face when he hears a crack

takes one look at your leg and almost throws up

mans almost went to vlademar but knew they’d just cut ur leg off most likely

When ur leg is finally not..a mess

he is checking in on you and helping in his own way

he does this by watching ur body language, if ur tense he gets literally everyone to either leave u alone or- not be shitty

no do not ask for any physical help or affection in public <3 he’ll walk away from u

if anyone asks he literally goes into hard denial

he won’t let you drink with him bc well- if you get drunk with a broken leg he’s not responsible for whatever you break next

no he will not help you *putting his arm out to keep you stable*

You gave yourself a slight reminder to thank Valerius later. The halls were quiet, and easy for you to make your way through. Valerius had people clear out certain places that had been way too cluttered for you to move through. Now you didn’t have to take the long routes, thank god. When you got to your seat at the table you saw a little note under your plate.

‘Don’t break anything else, people complain too much when they have to clean.

- Valerius’

Vlastomil

dear god no

he screams so loud when he sees your leg all twisted

everyone in the palace starts running to you bc of his screech

he does stay near you but mostly to see if this will permanently damage you

always describes you as a fragile creature compared to his baby worms

the one who always keeps you balanced with no complaints

probably gifts you a worm based gift (throw it away and he’ll cry)

literally forces you to relax sometimes bc ur getting cranky about not being able to walk properly

do not let him cook for you. that’s portias job and he’ll burn the palace down

appreciate him bc if he’s gone ur stuck with Valerius to keep you balanced

You let out a little huff, giving Vlastomil a soft thank you. He doesn’t respond but appreciates it nonetheless. When he leaves you, there’s a note in your pocket. You didn’t think him to be the one to be sneaky..

‘Humans are such fragile creatures, maybe you’d be even cuter as a worm. For now keep yourself in one piece. I’ll keep working on that work idea..

- Vlastomil’

Vulgora

literally laughs at you when they hear that crack

You have to yell and throw a shoe at them to get them to go get help

they aren’t much help at all in any field of recovery besides physical therapy if you need it

you heard me. physical therapy.

they move all the time, they know if something is way wrong with how youre moving

they’re really harsh with words but they do try to help you move better

how else are they supposed to fight you on fair grounds mf

you’ll actually owe them a lot of thanks for this,

they’re good at helping you get used to walking after you no longer need to be so careful

they wanna see how your fighting styles changed after this </3

You let out a sigh, you knew you’d have hell to pay after asking Vulgora for help but jesus. You didn’t expect them to keep running their mouth the whole time. Ignoring the talking though, you had to be grateful for how patient they were being. When you finally got done with Vulgora, you found a note on your nightstand. Classic all small caps Vulgora handwriting.

‘DONT BREAK ANYTHING ELSE. HELPING YOU TAKES FOREVER AND IM READY TO DUEL AGAIN. LETS HAVE A FIGHT ONCE YOU CAN MOVE PROPERLY!

- VULGORA’

Vlademar

oh no

no actually that’s all they say when your leg breaks-!

they’re super iffy to be around but, what’s the point in just examining your leg??

they actually fix you up and don’t rip you open???

you shouldn’t be surprised, if they were going to examine you they would’ve already done it

“this isn’t a big deal vlademar” “if i don’t have you in perfect condition soon the fools body will get ruined >:((“

it’s mostly about the body but? if they’ve gotten attached to you it’s a lot more than that

basically the mother hen over you out of everyone

also the one who assigned them all the jobs of how to help you

(they’re very disappointed in Valerius 😐)

very content with themselves when you’re all fixed up

You shiver at the coldness of Vlademar’s hands. “Is this really necessary to check Vlademar-?” Their look is immediately shutting you up. “Yes, I’ve got to make sure the fools body and you are fully intact.” Once theyve finally stopped looking all over your leg for any injury left, they let you go. Leaving a note on your desk.

‘Let’s keep you healthy. I wouldn’t want you or the fools body disappearing so soon. I’ll check in again soon.

- Vlademar’

#headcannons #imagine #volta might be a favorite #the arcana valdemar #the arcana valerius #the arcana vlastomil #the arcana vulgora #vulgora #vlastomil #vlademar #the arcana volta #volta #the arcana visual novel #the arcana headcanons #the arcana imagines #the arcana x reader #the arcana #the arcana game

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lilysdaydreams · 4 years

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The Artist and The Musician

→ I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don’t think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Fluff.

→ Words: 5.6k

→ Request: Hey! It’s me again lmao I was curious maybe like sykunno or raes little sister (like 2 or 3 years younger) meets the group and her and corpse just click. How would either of them react to them hearing the news that their little sis is dating corpse and like they’ve moved in together and everything idk I thought it’d be cute💛

→ Warnings: Swearing.

→ Authors Note: Its been a hard couple of weeks and im really sorry that this took so long to be done but depression rlly hit me and I could barely move myself. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please comment some words of encouragement or feedback 💛

→ if you have some spare change , consider buying me a coffee.

You sighed as you finally dropped the last box in your new room, stretching to get rid of the pains in your back. Grabbing your phone, you moved over to Sykkunos room, knocking before sticking your head in.

"You want subway?" you asked when he looked up from the computer. He nodded with a quick smile, and as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him talking to the stream, letting them know that it was just his sister. Quickly ordering on Ubereats, you slumped on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting for a bit.

You had decided to move in with Sykkuno a month ago, the same week you'd decided to drop out of college. It wasn't something your parents were happy with, but after seeing how big your art and business had gotten, they had let you drop out. You'd dropped out and moved to LA, moving into an apartment with Sykkuno since he had to leave the OTV house. Sykkuno had moved in a week earlier which was why his room and computer was all set up. You'd only moved in today, spending a few weeks at home with your parents before leaving for LA. Stretching, you grabbed your phone, checking how long it would be until the food came, and then clicking on Instagram. Your most recent post was of this morning, a photo of you sitting on top of half the boxes in your room, throwing a peace sign at the camera. Sykkuno had taken it for you, the whole process taking 10 minutes cuz you made him take it at 45 different angles. Scrolling through the comments, you liked a few, replying to the ones by your best friends.

@selinaissss: "HOW DARE YOU LOOK THIS PERFECT AT 8 IN THE MORNING????"

→ @junefarie: i look like a racoon dont u dare

@onlyalyssa: "we need a house tour"

→ @junefarie: bitch I dont even have a bed yet

You grabbed the subway order when the bell rang, saying a quick thank you to the delivery man. You left yours on the table, and went to Sykkunos room, yelling "Sykkuno catch!" before throwing it at him, giggling as he leapt forward from his chair to catch it. Closing the door softly behind you, you jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged, grabbing your sketchbook and pencils from your backpack and setting them on your lap. It was time to wind down a bit.

It was a week later and you had unpacked fully, now focusing more on creating new pieces of art for a shop update. You were also working on some designs specifically for shirts and hoodies. Sykkuno found you in front of your computer, blanket wrapped around you and glasses perched on your nose as you emailed the manufacturer you were working with for the hoodies.

"Un, y/n?" he said hesitantly knocking on the door. You spun around in your chair, raising your eyebrows at him. "What's up?"

He walked in, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed and you got your water from the table, taking a sip as you wait for him to talk.

"I um- You know how I- I play Among Us right?" he asked, scratching his neck.

You hummed in response, urging him on with a nod. Sykkuno was almost never this nervous around you. Most of the time, you guys talked normally, joking and teasing each other. For him to be stuttering around you, he must have been extremely nervous.

"Well, you know Rae right? She um, she asked me to make a lobby," he said, standing up and pacing now. You furrowed your brows, confused as to where this was going.

He was explaining what a lobby was (which what the fuck, you watched his streams, of course you knew what a lobby was, why was he explaining that) when you cut him off, getting up and grabbing his shoulders to stop him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, holding his shoulders with both your hands.

He sighed and slumped into you, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.

"Rae asked me to make a lobby and it's the first time I've ever made one and I'm really nervous about it. I've already invited people, but um I was wondering if you wanted to join as well? I- It would help me to have you there." he muttered, the words muffled as he spoke into your shoulder.

"Me?" you asked, a little shocked because you had never played among us before.

He nodded against your shoulder.

"Um sure!" you said, wrapping your arms around his middle, "It'll be fun!"

"And hey," you added on when he didn't say anything after that, "I can meet all your friends as well!"

He finally lifted his head a little, smiling as he muttered out a quick "Thanks y/n."

"However," you added, jumping back onto your seat and wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You have to buy me pizza for tonight's dinner."

He chuckled, grabbing his phone and already mutterng the order to himself as he opened up the ubereats app and walked out of the room.

You turned back to the laptop humming a tune under your breath. From interactions like this, most people would probably assume that you were older but the truth was that Sykkuno was 5 years older than you. Your roles were reversed and you were probably more protective over him than anyone else. Once in high school a girl had called him cute and asked him for his number only to write it on the bathroom walls. After the first three prank calls, you'd taken the phone from him yelling at anyone who called that if they called again, that you'd personally track them down and shove a dildo up their ass.

Both of you had always been close, but with the amount of bullying and teasing he got in high school, you'd got even closer, eventually becoming his best friend in a way. Seeing Sykkuno grow as a person, get new friends who were genuinely nice and kind made you the happiest person alive. When Sykkuno had first started streaming you'd been worried, scared that people online would say something mean. When he had first started streaming with other streamers and then met Lily and all his other friends, you had been anxious, worrying that they might only be putting up a friendly facade. You were also the happiest though when he grew even closer to them, when he smiled more, laughed more, talked more.

You had yet to meet or talk to any of his friends, mostly because you'd been in college, and the pandemic had made it harder. Maybe it was finally time.

The day came and you sat in your room, once again a blanket wrapped around you, glasses perched on your nose as you accepted the discord invite Sykkuno sent you.

"DO I GO IN THE CHAT THINGY?" you yelled to Sykkuno, hearing a "YES" before clicking on the voice chat.

You mumbled a "hello", wondering if your mic was on.

"Hey, yeah I can hear you y/n."

Breathing a sigh of relief, you logged into the game, smiling as you heard sykkuno introduce you to his chat. "Hi everyone," you said, feeling a bit weird only talking to a screen. You rubbed your hands, a little nervous to be doing this.

Just then someone else joined and before you could even speak another three people joined as well, all of them yelling hello as they joined.

"He- Hey guys, how's everyone doing?" started sykkuno.

"Im doing great oh my god, guess what guys, I'm-" started Rae, cutting herself off. "wait, whos um "ms snores a lot"?

You were a bit confused for a second, furrowing you eyebrows for a second before realising what had happened.

"SYKKUNO YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled, staring at the name underneath the voice channel that you now realised belonged to you. You could hear Sykkunos laughter from the other room but you just spluttered indignantly. He was the one who had set up everything on your computer yesterday because technology was something that you rarely messed around with.

"Sykkunooo" you whined, when he kept laughing, "How the fuck do I change it now?"

"Um wait, sykkuno who is this?" asked Rae, the other three echoing her. You glanced at the names and from the voices figured out that it was Rae, Toast, Sean and Corpse in the lobby.

"Hey okay, so guys this is my sister, her names y/n and we recently moved in together, so I asked her to be in the lobby because... um.." he said stuttering at the end to find a reason.

"Because he wanted to embarrass me apparently!" you exclaimed, giving him a way out.

"Oh god, um - you can change it in settings, at the bottom near where your name is."

"Ahhh," you said finding it and then simply typing in your art business name.

"Its nice to meet everyone by the way," you started. "I've been watching your videos for ages so it almost fels like I already know you"

Raes voice started in your ears and you winced at the volume befoe turning it down a bit.

"I would love to say that Sykkuno has told us a lot about you, but the truth is that he keeps a lot of secrets and I didnt even know he had a sister, I AM SO SHOCKED RIGHT NOW"

You gasped. "Sykkuno what the fuck, you didn't even tell Rae?"

"You told me not to tell a lot of people!" he protested.

You heard someone saying "they're so different!' but you ignored it and kept talking.

"Yeah at the start! and on stream! I can't believe you never even said you had a sister." you spluttered out, followed by another gasp.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" you whispered dramatically.

"N-What no of course not!" he exclaimed, and you could also imagine how wide his eyes would have gotten.

You giggled before telling him that you were only joking.

"Um since sykkuno is embarrassed of me," you said jokingly, "I'll just tell you myself."

"I'm like five years younger than sykkuno, I'm a June baby, I do art, my star sign is cancer, I'm 5'4, I recently moved in with sykkuno, and my favourite colour is purple!"

"Oh is that why your username is junefarie? Because you were born in June?" asked Sean.

Before you could say yes, someone else cut in.

"Wait, junefarie?" asked corpse, "like the artist?"

Your eyes widened as you realised that he knew you. Sure you had quite a few followers, but you never expected any of Sykkunos friends to know you from there.

"Um yeah," you said letting out a shocked laugh, "I didnt expect anyone here to know about me."

"Dude, your art is fire!" he exclaimed, voice louder now. "I was honestly thinking of buying a piece soon, I've followed you for ages!"

"Wait, I wanna see as well." whined Rae, "Ima look you up, are you on Instagram?"

"Um," you said still shocked by the fact that somone this big knew you. "yeah I'm on instagram, its just junefarie." you said first replying to Rae, "Um corpse, thankyou so much! thats so nice of yo!"

"Um my art isn't that great yet," you chuckled, embarrassed by all the attention now. "I'm hoping to improve a lot more and I have a bunch of ideas for it as well. I'm hoping to work more now that I moved in with Sy."

"Oh my god, this is amazing," whispered Rae, Toast and Sean echoing her. You ducked your head even though no one could see you. Your cheeks were blazing hot and you pressed your hands to them to cool yourself down.

"Thankyou," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Someone else entered the lobby, and said "hi" and you welcomed the source of distraction.

"Hi! I'm Sykkunos sister, y/n!" you said , wanting to move away from the topic of your art.

The reply of "sykkuno has a SISTER?" made everyone laugh, successfully moving the attention to Sykkuno and off your art. Finally Sykkuno started the game and you breathed as you lost yourself in the art of gaming.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Rae as the game ended and everyone appeared in the lobby. "That was like amazing, Y/N I cant belive you pulled that off!"

She was talking about the last game where there was 50/50 between corpse and Sykkuno (because you refused to kill sykkuno when you were imposter) and you somehow managed to convince Sykkuno that it was Corpse.

"Honestly, neither can I!" you exclaimed back staring at your screen, eyes blurring the screen because of how tired you were.

"I can't believe Sykkuno," mumbled corpse. "I literally said I saw her vent and kill toast and Sykkuno was still like "hmmm, I don't think so."

Giggling at Sykkunos yell of "SHES MY SISTER" you yelled out a bye as everyone started leaving and then struggled to find a way to end the call.

"Wait, how do I end it," you muttered to yourself.

You jumped as Corpse talked, not expecting anyone to be there.

"You can see yoru name at the bottom left right? Its above that but a little to the right." he said chucling a little.

"Oh." you said, you cheeks heating up. You didnt know if it was because of him or because you were utterly useless with technology.

"Um thankyou," you said awkwardly.

"No problem."

You exited out of the call, a small smile at your lips.

Sykkunos friends were nice.

After the stream, your fanbase grew, and with it, the number of orders as well. For the next week, you were buried under orders, only leaving the house to go to the post office.

An Instagram post on @junefarie account:

[ID: A photo of y/n and sykkuno standing in the middle of the living room, packages scattered everywhere. Y/n is hugging Sykkuno tight and Sykkuno is staring at the camera, a distressed look on his face.]

Caption: Thankyou so much for all my supporters and all the love shown to me. Sending out loads of orders and I cant wait for you gusy to get yours! Special thanks to @sykkuno for helping me send out orders. luv yu.

Comments:

@Sykisacutie: best sibling duo!

@valkyrae: hope my order is in their as well.

→ I SCREAMED WHEN SY TOLD ME THAT WAS YOUR NAME.

@corpse_husband: sykkuno looks like he's accepted death.

→ @sykkuno: I would have welcomed death at that point

→ @corpse_husband @sykkuno: okay ill be honest, I would have welcomed death as well.

@ariesin: go best friend, go! we need to get together to paint soon !!

→ SOONNNNNN

You flopped onto your bed, every part of your body hurting. Carrying boxes filled with orders down the stairs had tired your whole body, which wasn't used to any exercise at all. That had taken practically the whole day and then you had to clean your room because the mess from the orders had barely left any room to move. You flung your hand to the side, grabbing your phone from the table and bringing it up to your face. The "1:02" was clearly visible on your screen and you unlocked the phone, heading to Twitter. Scrolling through your feed, you liked a few tweets from friends before gearing yourself up and moving to the messages. Ever since you'd played with Corpse, Sykkuno and everyone, you'd been getting a lot of messages. Most of them were just the streamers fans, asking you if you know them or telling you to take care of sykkuno. There were a few though that targeted you, telling you that your art sucked, that they didn't know why Corpse could like my art. You'd taken to deleting them before sleeping so that your inbox wouldn't get cluttered and you could still find any serious requests or messages from your followers. Therefore, you didn't really think anything of it when there was another message from someone with a Corpse icon and you clicked on it only to see the message and gasp, immediately sitting up in bed.

Corpse_Husband → Hey, I was wondering if I could work with you on something? I really love your art and was wanting to commission or collaborate for an album cover or some merch designs. Message me on this number cuz I barely see my dms.

Underneath was a number.

"Oh my god," you whispered, unsure as to what to do.

When you had decided to drop out of college, you had expected hard days. You had expected your normal orders and mostly just improving your art and marketing it more. You had expected long days and not much money in the bank account. You certainly had not expected the immense amount of orders you'd gotten. Along with that, the amount of love and support had taken you by surprise and you had spent the last night crying because of how much love you and your art were getting.

You had also not expected such a big opportunity just landing at your feet.

Quickly you clicked on the number, putting it in your contacts with the name Corpse and then writing a quick message.

"Hey I got your twitter dm! I've personally never done art for merch or album covers but I would love the opportunity!"

You bit your lip, confused as to whether that was enough before deciding it was fine and just sent it.

Your heart beat a little faster as you slumped back onto the bed.

@junefarie Instagram story:

[ID: A zoomed-in picture of a drawing, the only part that was visible was curly hair. The text read: "Working on something SO COOL"]

Your phone was ringing. Stuffing the rest of the pizza in your mouth, you swept your hand over the covers of your bed, trying to find it. With a muttered "aha", you grabbed it and swiped on the call before it ended. Pressing the phone to your ear, you mumbled a "hello", still chewing the pizza bite.

A low rapsy voice came out of the speaker, one that you definitely didn't expect. You choked on the pizza, coughing out pieces onto the bed. Sure you guys had messaged each other a bit (you kinda had to because of the commission), but you hadn't expected him to call out of nowhere.

"Um I hope this isn't a bad time," he said when you didn't respond for a second. Of course, he didn't exactly know that hearing his voice so close to your ear had you frozen for a second.

"Um no," you replied, coughing slightly to clear your throat. "It's fine! What did you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, um I know you're already working on the commission and its looking great! I can't wait to work with the merch team to create something really cool with it, but um-" he broke off for a second sounding hesitant. "I really wanna get another commission done as well."

"Oh?" you said after a second when he didn't reply. "I'd be happy to do another one for you!"

"Uh yeah, but I'm afraid that I might be a bit late, You see I was wondering if it could be done before Christmas?"

You sucked in a breath as you counted the days in your mind.

"Hmm, it depends on how big it is tbh. There's still 2 weeks to go till Christmas so I could fit it in," you mumbled, biting your lip as you remembered the onslaught of orders you still had to send out.

"Well," he started and you smiled a little as the excitement crept into his voice. "You know that Sykkuno, Rae, Toast and me are called the 4 Amigops right? I kinda wanted a portrait of all 4 of us, in our um among us colors, and I basically wanted to print it out and send to each of them for Christmas."

"Aww, that sounds like such a good idea, I'm sure they'll all love it!" you smiled, thinking about how much Sykkuno would appreciate that.

"Uh thanks," he mumbled, "do you think you can get it done?"

"Sure!" you replied immediately. You did have a lot of orders, yes, but like, you could fit Corpse in. If you pulled a few all-nighters. "I'll send you the sketches soon okay?"

"Oh thank god, thankyu so much for this y/n, I really appreciate it. Youre one of my favourite artists and I'm really happy that I could finally commisison you after so long."

"So long?" you questioned. "Since when have you known about my art?"

There was a moment of silence and then "Um, around the time you still posted your sketches and stuff I guess?"

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking for a second before letting out a gasp.

"Corpse that was 4 years ago!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, oh my god, I cant believe you've seen those, I was so bad then!"

"No no, they were really good at that time as well! I was so shocked when Sykkuno told us you were his sister because like, I'd been following you for ages and I had absolutely no idea. You guys are like really different."

"Hah yah, Sykkunos so soft, and then there's me. An actual devil."

"Your usernames so different as well! I remember when I first saw a picture of you on your account and I was kind of shocked because based on the name junefarie, I was expecting someone very soft I guess but then you were literally the opposite and wearing actual devil horns."

"Oh god, that was one of the first few photos I posted of myself. that was on Halloween I think,", you took a deep breath still shocked that Corpse had known about you for that long,

"Yeah, I chose junefarie because...”

It was 2 hours later when Corpse said that he should probably be working on his music.

"Oh I'm so sorry," you apologized, "I didn't mean to keep you,"

"Oh no, I um, I liked talking to you."

Your breath caught for a moment and you smiled like a lunatic at your Pokémon covered bedsheets.

"I liked talking to you as well," you whispered out, heart sinking a little as you realized the call would be ending soon.

"Um, do you, maybe want to stay on call? like I'll just be writing and we can just chill?" he asked and you felt like your prayers had been answered.

"yes" you said quickly, not giving him a chance to back out.

He chuckled, and you fell in love a little.

Just a little.

You continued like that, calling each other every few days, talking so much and then at times, not talking at all, simply content with each others company.

He had even started facetiming you, the first time with a mask and then the second without it. You hadn't made a big deal about it, but the first time you saw him, you could barely breathe.

There were five days left until Christmas when you got the idea.

You were entirely not subtle about it, because, well to be honest, there wasn't a subtle bone in your body.

"Hey Corpse, do you like surprises?" you had asked, in the middle of colouring Raes hair (her hair was the last thing left before you could finally print the goddamn thing)

"It depends," he had murmured after a second, voice sending shivers down your spine like every time. Now whether that was because of his voice or because of him, you weren't entirely sure.

"on what?" you prodded when he refused to answer.

"On whether its a good one or a bad one" he had huffed out.

You had hummed, waited for a second and then blurted out that next question because you did not have a cent of patience.

"So what are you doing at Christmas?"

"Sleeping, if I can manage it," he replied, his voice taking on a sardonic tone, eyes flicking to you on the screen. The only thing he could see though was the top of your head because you had your iPad on the bed and were laying over it as you drew.

"Not with that attitude you aren't," you replied right back, making a small smile appear across his face.

"Hmmm, okay!" you said when he didn't reply.

He looked back over, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening as he started to question you.

"Hey did you see the video I sent you?" you quickly asked distracting him from his question.

He would probably guess the surprise but that was okay. You only wanted to make a smile appear on his face. And honestly, for someone with anxiety, a small warning of a surprise was definitely needed.

It was Christmas day and you woke Sykkuno up at 6 in the morning with the promise that you'd buy him McDonald's. 30 minutes later, you were both in the car, yelling the lyrics to "All I want for Christmas" at the top of your lungs.

You had told sykkuno of your plan a few days ago and he had smiled at you with that stupid smile, agreeing with a small "alright."

You'd immediately realised that he knew. Even though you pretended otherwise, Sykkuno was the older one and the thing about older siblings was that they always knew.

They always knew.

So there you were, snacks loaded into your car, McDonald's fries practically everywhere, and a cake you had made in the backseat, on your way to Corpses house.

There was a lull in the music, and you were only 30 minutes away from his place, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Sykkuno asked you a question.

"You like him right?" he murmured, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.

There was a moment of silence as you thought about what to say. Did you like Corpse? Of course, you liked Corpse! He was funny, he was nice, he made you feel like you were the only person that mattered and your heart beat faster than ever whenever he looked at you. Hell, that was through a screen, in real life, it would probably be even worse. So of course you liked him! The question was, did he like you back?

"Yeah," you answered Sykkuno, eyes straight on the road.

A second passed and then he smiled. "Good," he replied. and well. That was that. You sighed.

At least you had your brothers blessing.

Pulling into the apartment building, you breathed in, your heart beating a million times a second and the butterflies in your stomach had turned into snakes. Maybe, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. I mean, you expected Corpse to get the hint but what if he didn't? and what if he didn't want you to come? Maybe you were being too quick. After all, It'd only been a month since you'd met.

These thoughts plagued your mind as you trudged up the stairs, turning to Sykkuno as you reached the door.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," you whispered to him.

He looked at you, eyebrows high, "We just travelled two hours to get here. There's no way im going back without at least giving him the print."

"What if he doesn't want us to be here?" you hissed.

"Then we'll go away." he stated, "after we give him the print."

"But what if-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door opened and you both jumped, turning to face the person standing in the doorway.

You forced yourself to breathe as you finally saw him. It was him. Wearing a black beanie, half his hair spilling out the sides, stubble clear on his chin... it was him. At that moment, there was only one thought in your mind.

You were gonna marry this man.

"You suck at whispering," he said, and you huffed out a laugh, jumping onto him without even responding. You wrapped your arms around him, not letting go until Sykkuno cleared his throat from behind you.

You turned back immediately, grabbing the stuff in Sykkunos hands so he could greet Corpse too. As they awkwardly did their handshake/fistbump thing, you walked over to the couch behind them, putting down the print and the takeaway bags, and putting the cakebox down on the table.

You turned around to see them both standing there staring at you.

"Surprise?" you said when no one else spoke. That broke the ice a little and you grabbed the print from the couch thrusting it at Corpse.

"Open it. Open it. Open it." you mumbled, your heart beating fast as he carefully ripped the paper off. The smile that overtook his face made your heart immediately calm.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, eyes roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head further into the apartment, mumbling that he was going to put it in the room, eyes still on the print as he walked there.

"You smile is gonna blind me," muttered Sykkuno.

"Oh shut up."

A few hours later, you stood in the kitchen, putting the leftover cake into Corpses fridge. You had all chilled, eating cake and the takeout that you and sykkuno had bought, laughing every few minutes. It felt like you were all on an adrenaline rush. You had facetimed Rae and Toast, Rae shrieking when she realised where you guys were. Sykkuno had just fallen into a nap, still tired from being wakened up so early, you assumed.

You leaned against the kitchen bench, smiling as Corpse walked in.

"Thankyou." he said as he came to a stop next to you, matching your position.

"For what?" you mused, even though you had a good enough idea.

"For the print. For coming here. For making my Christmas, a much happier affair than it has been my whole life." he stated, chuckling at the last point.

You turned your head sideways, and you didn't know what it was, but something about his face made you spurn into action. You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him before he could even say anything. It would be too cliche to say that fireworks erupted. And if you were being honest they didn't. Instead, it felt like everything was finally right. You fit perfectly in his arms as they wrapped themselves around you, and you smiled into the kiss as he lifted you up, making you sit at the counter. You twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with your left hand, taking a deep breath in as you both slowed down and pulled away.

"Well," he whispered, "that was unexpected."

You raised a single eyebrow. Honesty you'd done a lot for this relationship. You just drove for nearly 3 hours! If he wanted it to progress, he was gonna have to say it himself.

"But not unwelcome," he continued when you didn't speak. A moment passed, where you could see that he was psyching himself up to say something. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he whispered "Darling, would you do me the honour of being called yours?"

You melted right there.

A nod was all he needed before he grabbed your lips with his again, both of you giggling when he accidentally hit the side of your mouth instead of the lips.

The sound of a picture being taken filled the air, making you spring apart and swing your heads over to the doorway, which had sykkuno leaning against it, his phone in his hand.

"Thank god. Rae and Toast bet that you wouldn't confess until after Christmas, so now they both owe me 20 bucks." he said, now fiddling on the phone. "Dont worry Corpse, I'll add a circle over your face or something."

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at your brother.

"You bet on my love life?" you scoffed, still shocked.

At his nod though, you swung off the bench, marching until you were eye to eye to him.

"I want half the winnings."

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the living room, jumping onto the sofa.

"C'mon, let's watch one more episode before heading back," he said and you jumped in next to him, patting the space next to you as Corpse came in behind you.

You grabbed Sykkunos hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you were grateful that he didn't make it such a big deal. Leaning your head on corpses shoulder, you smiled to yourself.

You'd have to leave in 30 minutes, to drive back to your parents and spend the rest of Christmas with them, leaving Corpse behind. And that made you a bit sad sure, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of pure happiness at being here. At giving him a happier Christmas. You smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Nothing could overpower this feeling of absolute happiness.

fin.

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jaesvelvet · 3 years

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precious — park jeongwoo

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error,mention of death,nightmare

words: 1.8k words

pairing: jeongwoo + fem reader

it's nothing strange when jeongwoo stays with your family during holidays or school days. you guys' bonds are really strong, besides your parents are also best friends since high school so that's why both of you are close to each other.

it's usual summer breaks, jeongwoo hanging with you at your house, binging some netflix series. jeongwoo who is already bored watching the vampire diaries for thousand times, secretly glancing at his best friend.

he never thought of having a girl like you as his best friend (beside haruto of course) for him, you're perfect. sometimes he has a thought that he would never bored live in this world with you only. sounds creepy but that's how he loves his friendship with you.

turning 17 is a lot harder than jeongwoo ever imagine, he thought going through puberty is a lot easier. but trust him, it's not.

when he gets older, he realized that he saw you not as a best friend but as a girl he wants to date. he doesn't know when or why he fell for you but for sure he head over heels towards you.

"woo, stop looking at my pretty face"

"am i supposed to look at your damon then?" jeongwoo scoffed, flustrated you caught him looking at her

"um, yea?" you answer, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl and stuffed into her mouth, without breaking the glance from television

jeongwoo let out a small laugh, seeing you, really into that show although this is their thousands time watching it

"im tired of these vampires, i'm bored" he confesses, lean back on the beige couch, once again he glances at you hoping you would respond to him

"you can't get tired of this, we're gonna binge this show until we're old," you said

"old? are you gonna be old with me y/n?" jeongwoo asked

without looking at the brown-haired boy, you nodded

"how about your future husband? doesn't he be jealous when his wife binge her favorite show with her guy best friend?" jeongwoo asked, when he sure his feelings towards you, he can't help but think about their future, if they ended up with someone else, does their friendship will last long? or they're gonna be like a stranger?

jeongwoo's question finally made you pause the show and turns her back to jeongwoo, staring at his relaxed face

"what?"

"i don't want to be married, no-one can't stand if i'm having one of those ruthless nightmares" you frowned and pout at the same time, jeongwoo can't help but smile as a response, he just wanna pinch your soft cheeks.

you suffer from nightmares, although it happens occasionally, when it's happened, you will call jeongwoo, face-timing the sleepy boy until the next morning because you're too scared to return to sleep and spent the rest of the night, crying. and jeongwoo is the one and only who accompany you till the next morning no matter how tired he is.

he never sleeps when you having a nightmare, he will take care of you and calm you down, you will keep apologizing to jeongwoo and treat him with good food the next day, and of course, jeongwoo didn't mind at all, because he hates seeing someone he loves suffering.

"so do you want to get married to me then?" jeongwoo asked, if haruto is here, he will screaming at the top of his lungs cause jeongwoo finally got some brave to make his move.

you let out a big laugh

"nope, i want to marry with damon" you stick out your tongue at jeongwoo, making the boy tickles your body.

the house filled with your and jeongwoo's laughter, although you guys didn't notice you guys are really at your highest of happiness now.

+.*

it's 4 am and you once again woke up because of the nightmare. however, this nightmare felt different, it made you shaking so bad and out of breath, your body all covered with cold sweats, tears slowly falling to your cheeks.

quietly you sobbing in your blanket, although all of your nightmares seem real, this nightmare felt too overwhelmed for you— usually, you would call jeongwoo but today you didn't, it because your nightmare this time is about him.

you never dreamt about anyone else, never! but tonight you dreamt about jeongwoo, you dream that he is dead. his soul left his body because saving you. all the scenarios from your dream keep playing in your heads and you want to forget it but you can't.

and that time you realized,

you and jeongwoo fit together like a puzzle piece.

+.*

you didn't sleep after the long night. you calmed yourself by watching some of your and jeongwoo videos together. you cried when you realized you fell way too deep at jeongwoo. his laughs are loud and annoying, he's too talkative, and he's too clingy. for others, he may be annoying but not to you, you could listen to his laugh, he's never-ending story while he clinging onto you every day and you feel weird if he didn't do that for a day. he also always put others first before him, he always cares about the people he treasure. how can you not fall for this boy!?!?

you grabbed ices cube from the freezer and put it on both of your eyes to get rid of the swollen eyes. although you knew so well jeongwoo would notice your swollen eyes but it's never hurt to try.

minutes later you heard jeongwoo's voice across the living room, greeting your mother. quickly you threw the ices into the sink and wipe your wet eyes using your sleeve.

you grab your mom's morning coffee and greet jeongwoo who already enter the kitchen, smiling widely as he saw you.

"jeongwoo, your voice is so loud my ears hurt!" you said trying to act normal.

jeongwoo grins and side hug you, jeongwoo frowns when he saw you drink a coffee? you hate coffee, even the smell made you mad.

"you drank coffee y/n? are you a real y/n?" jeongwoo look at you with a suspicious look and hit your head

"you ghost, get out from y/n's body, she sleeps and watching the vampire diaries all days it's no hope for you to control her body" he hit your head once again

"ouch! ya, park jeongwoo!" you slap jeongwoo's chest and put down the mug on the counter.

"that was my mom," you said making jeongwoo mouthing an 'o'

you and jeongwoo are now in your study room, studying for your guys' upcoming exam after summer breaks end. the room is so quiet, and it made you nervous. whenever you with jeongwoo, you guys are never this silent. usually, jeongwoo would sing or throw some stupid jokes that could lighten the darkroom.

you glance at jeongwoo, you lowkey surprised seeing the male is so focused on his study, jeongwoo is indeed a smart boy but you never see jeongwoo study so seriously???

"woo, you okay?" you asked

jeongwoo drops his pencil and finally look at you

"why?"

"um, the silence is too loud, you know"

"yeah"

jeongwoo continues his study after the short answer. his short responses making you shocked. never in your life he treat you like this

"woo, are you okay?" you asked again

jeongwoo sighed and his eyes bore into you.

"your eyes swollen, i thought we have no secrets at all? but i think we have now" he said and crossed his arms.

he felt upset when you didn't tell him why you were crying. he saw your eyes red and swollen in the kitchen but he didn't wanna ask, usually, you're the one who would tell him from a to z, what happens.

you bowed your head, you bite your lips. how you're gonna tell jeongwoo about your dream? you start picking your nails, all of a sudden you remembered your dream crystal clear, you recalled how jeongwoo's body full of blood, exited from his chest and his face so pale, mouth shaking while try to said his last words

'be safe y/n'

you shriek when the image of jeongwoo's death felt too real for you. you cover both of your ears and your face buried down between your knee.

"y/n are you okay?" jeongwoo asked, panic, he goes to your back and rubs your back, whispering 'everything is okay. he shocked and clueless since this is his first time facing this kind of situation but he copied everything you do whenever he felt blue.

after a moment you finally raised your heads and look at jeongwoo who worriedly stare at you. your face pale, trying so hard to forget about your dream and the fact that your dream feels too real not to help you at all. you quickly hugged jeongwoo, you buried your face in his chest, crying, and begged him to not leave you. jeongwoo froze at your sudden action but he still ensures you that he would stay.

"i got a nightmare yesterday" you finally speak up, your face still buried deep in jeongwoo's chest, too scared to face him.

"what? y/n why you didn't—"

you make a little space between you and jeongwoo

"the dream is about you woo! i dreamt you died last night and it felt too real! i scared, the dream wouldn't go away so i cried all night, i– still clearly saw your dead body in my dream. it all felt too real woo"

jeongwoo face become soft and his unsettle towards you faded away, he hugs you tightly and kiss your head

"i won't go anywhere, those dreams are devil trying to hurt my precious best friend," he said, rubbing your back to calm you.

you let go of the hug and look at jeongwoo with shy looks

"because of that nightmare, i realized something"

"what?"

"i don't love damon anymore, i love you" you confess making jeongwoo giggles

"finally i beat damon! come here bestfr—"

"no woo! i love you as a boy, man, or whatever it is. i love you not as a friend!" you said

jeongwoo froze, his smile faded

"i,i— you what? y-you love me?" he asked again

you shyly nodded

jeongwoo froze

his brain still processing all of your words. it's kinda strange when your crush has the same feeling as you

"woo, you're making me scared. say something"

jeongwoo looks at your red and swollen face, he smiled at how he is so lucky to have this girl as his girl?

"i love you too, i love you a lot and it's hard to keep it since you're my best friend," he said making you smile and tears falling on your cheeks

"please stay tonight i'm still scared," you said

"of course, now come here precious girl" jeongwoo said, wrapped his hand around you and kiss your head.

#treasure imagines #treasure scenario #treasure blurbs #park jeongwoo #jeongwoo imagines #jeongwoo fluff #treasure jeongwoo #jeongwoo scenario #jeongwoo x reader

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vemuabhi · 4 years

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One Piece Boys Valentines Special!

Soulmate + One Piece AU where whatever happens to your soulmate will appear on your wrist.

Pairing : One Piece Boys X GN! Reader

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!

A/N : I was listening to I need you by BTS (Clickable). It gives the love vibes. Do listen to it if you want to! You wont regret it. the feels are just everyting!

Note: in this Story it can be with any one piece boy you wish for. It can be Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ussop, Law, Sabo, Ace, Killer, Kidd, anyone you admire. anyone you like. for some charecters it maybe OOc but, I tried to make it as close to them as possible. It will be in his POV

“This is in His POV”

As the sun rays hit my eyes, I slowly open my eyes. I grunt as I rolled to the other side of the bed. I took a deep breath and as the usual morning routine I bring my wrist close to my eyes and see what is going to happen to my soulmate today. It said, “Falls down while taking a walk and takes the attention of the complete crowd”.

Most of the times it is small normal everyday life stuff. Once it was, “Studying for Test all night”, for which I felt Super proud and other time it was “Crying because messed the exam”, on that day I was also sad because they were crying and did hard work. Once it was “being called names” and other time was, “Moving away from that place”. Not gonna lie, I was furious because they had to go through bullying.

Most of my mood depends on how my soulmate is doing that day. If I see that they are happy and cosy, I feel happy. If they are sad because of someone, I get super angry. If they are depressed, I feel sad. But yes… I fell in love with them without even noticing. I know neither their name nor face. But I do know one thing for sure. I got one hell of a person. They are amazing and I’d love them no matter what. I’m pretty sure they also like me. Because sometimes I read that they were depressed and crying because of the injuries and problems I was having. Well they could also read what was happening to me because it’s how the world is. In those times I do feel relieved and happy because they do care about me and my heart fills with that fuzzy feeling.

I let out a chuckle as I read todays happening. I know it’s wrong to laugh when someone falls down but… I couldn’t help it. “So adorable”, I say to myself as I looked at my wrist and kiss the sentence. Then I lazily woke up from the bed and continued my routine for the day.

After lunch my buddy asked me, “Man… you sure are smiling today. Something happened?” I nodded and said, “It’s just that my soulmate will be super embarrassed today, so I can’t help but laugh”. He chuckled and we talk about the upcoming works to do. That night I go to my bed and plop myself on it. I think about how my soulmate is as I smile and sleep.

The next day I see that, “Getting a crush on the new boy next door”…. ‘Wait what? Did I read it correctly?’ I thought to myself as I reread the sentence for at least 10 times. ‘Oh lord… Imma kill that jerk’, I say to myself.

I know that crushes don’t last long and yeah I know that my soulmate loves me but…. what the hell?! I can’t allow that! “IF I SEE THAT JERK IMMA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM”, I scream out loud making the people around me give me the weird look. I am so much pissed today that even the smallest things are pissing me off… ‘Is he that handsome?’, I thought to myself as I run my fingers through my hair. ‘Oh lord this jealousy doesn’t suit me. I hate this feeing’, I thought as I continued being moody for the rest of the day. I couldn’t sleep properly that night so I just stare at the night sky and keep thinking about them as I pout. I look at my wrist and whisper, “I am the only one for you. Get it to your head you idiot”.

I kept looking at my wrist and then I feel a slight sting on my wrist and I continued looking at it. Then I see that a new sentence was being formed. I have seen it many times but every time this happens it makes me so excited like a small baby. It is so magical. I read the new sentence on the wrist and blush hard. ‘Damn it’, I think to myself as I cover my face with my hand. I then again open my eyes and look at my wrist and read the sentence. ‘Continuing to be super happy because Soulmate is jealous’. I chuckle reading that sentence as my cheeks still remained pink. ‘So happy that Im jealous huh.. you little... tsk... still cute though.... Well at least now I know that you are smiling because of me’. I say and plop onto my sheets and close my eyes with a smile still lingering on my face.

After some days of normal peaceful happy days, with me and my soulmate being cheerful, I go to a new island with my buddies. It was a bright beautiful day. We explore the island, eat food and drink alcohol. Just like that the day was close to over and I was alone, walking in a park with the night sky beautifully lit with stars. Then I felt a slight sting on my wrist. I look at it waiting for the words to appear. Then, I see the words that I never expected but was waiting for the most to show up on my skin. I almost forget to breathe when I look at those words. My eyes wide open and heart beating faster than ever.

‘Meeting Soulmate’, was written on it. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I take deep breaths and sit on the bench beside me. I was speechless. I was amazed by this. ‘but.. how am I going to recognise them? how are they going to react when they see me? Would they even like a person like me, who always gets into fights? who has lots of scars.. would they accept me? what if they reject me?’, insecurities build up with in my heart. ‘Or worst… what would happen if we don’t even recognise each other?’, I couldn’t keep my thoughts in control. the only thing Mattered was them. ‘I'll search for you. I'll confess to you. no matter how you look, no matter what your gender or pronouns are, I will try my best to find you’, I say to myself and run around the island. That was a sleepless night. I ran around all the places to find them. Asked many peoples if they were meeting their soulmate that day, but every single time I got the same response.

“No, I’m sorry”, said the person whom I just asked.

‘Where are you?’, I thought and continue to search for them. it was already evening, but I couldn’t find them. The complete day, I didn’t feel like stopping for even a second. But now…. I got to the same park again after running around the island. I had no luck finding them. ‘Where are you?’, I thought as I again sit on the same bench as yesterday… all alone still... ‘Did you see me but didn’t like me? Do you like someone else? If you did I’d know by now… where can I find you? Where are you?’, I placed my hand on my head and my elbow on my knees. ‘Did I not notice you even though we met?’, I thought some of the worst case scenarios as my tears began to fall down my cheek. I couldn’t help but sob silently. I was immersed in my thoughts then I saw a person crouch down before me with a kerchief in their hand. “Sorry to ask this when you are crying but, are you by any chance looking for your soulmate?”, they asked. I.. I was speechless so, I just showed my wrist to them, and they smiled and showed me theirs, it said, ‘Meeting your fated in the park’.

I didn’t know what to say. It was the first time I saw those shiny bright eyes and beautiful face. That was my soulmate. They got up and wiped my tears then, they said, “I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time.”

That moment, I lost my control. I swiftly got up and pulled them into my arms. I buried my head in the crook of their neck and nodded. I felt their arms wrap around me as they rubbed soothing circles on my back. “I love you”, I confessed as they gasped.

I continued, “I know… I don’t even know your name. But… I love you. I love every single thing about you. Your kindness, your nature, your behaviour. I love how you are passionate about small things. The way you jam to the music everyone thinks is weird. The way you still be strong even after being bullied. I admire them so much. Those little traits of yours are mesmerising.", I stop and snif, then continue, "I never saw the guy who lives next door to you but I hate him with all my heart”. Then for the first time, they let out a very adorable giggle. ‘Oh... music to my ears when you laugh’, I thought.

Then we slowly pull apart. I see that their cheeks are flushed pink which was also too cute. They slowly reach up to my hand and kiss the place where the writing was making me blush. Because.. I do that many times and now, they kisses my wrist. They look into my eyes and said, “I also love you”. this made my heart flutter with happiness.

They sat down on the bench and I too obliged. We talked about all the things that we wanted to talk about and trust me my heart was about to burst when they leaned on my shoulder and continued talking with me. Thank you for being my soulmate, Y/N.

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Not a Piece of Art

Part 2/5 - The Dinner Party

(Javier Peña x f!reader)

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Summary: You’re invited to the targets house for dinner, will they see through your act? Or can you keep your hatred hidden for long enough to get the information you need?

Authors note: Thank you for all the lovely comments and likes and reblogs💕❤️! I’ve been feeling kinda bleh recently so I apologize for it taking so long and I’m also sorry if it’s crap but I’m pretty happy with the story line (also there’s gonna be a follow up to this series for sure). Anyways hope y’all are keeping well and thank you for reading!!

Warnings: THIS STORY WILL BE 18+ starting next chapter (minors DNI) . For now it’s just swearing and allusions to abusive relationships

Word count: 5.7k

Tagged: @trash-dino-5000 @diogodxlot @agingerindenial

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You watch the moving trucks hired by the DEA to facilitate your luxurious, but imaginary lifestyle roll up the driveway one after the other. Each truck opened to reveal piece after piece of expensive furniture better suited to the silver screen than your real life adding to the dysphoria you'd been feeling over the past few days. You were now living and enjoying someone else's life, a fact that left an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Though the anxiety you were feeling was likely due to the very real threat of being murdered, and not the lavish home decor you were now in possession of. If there was one thing to be thankful for it was your close proximity to the water, you’d been landlocked for too long. Peace washes over you as you watch the water break against the cliff face. You turn towards the target's house gazing up to the balcony on the third floor. The doors are swung open and a woman in white stands with her arms outstretched on the railing, standing like a queen overseeing her kingdom. You were being watched. You lift your hand up to block out the sun, hoping to get a better look at her, but she's gone by the time you do.

Noticing the overwhelmed look plastered on your face as the trucks arrived Javier decided he would take on directing the movers. Only calling for your help when furniture needed to be placed, as interior design was admittedly not in his wheelhouse.

“You know where that goes?” Javi asks the movers, lighting up a cigarette and placing it between his lips. The movers nod as they lug the enormous mattress inside. He turns scanning the landscape to locate your whereabouts, you'd been all over the place this morning. Whether you were playing into the spacey artist trope or the pressure was finally getting to you he wasn’t really sure. Either way he wanted to make this transition as easy as possible for you, and considering you weren't a field agent it was also his responsibility to keep you safe. He spots you near the walkway that leads down to the ocean, a gentle breeze blows in from the beachfront causing the linen dress wrapped around you to part just above your thigh. There's a relaxed smile etched on your face, resulting in a calm that Javi had never witnessed emanating from you before.

An arm snakes around your waist and you lean into it for a moment before remembering who it belonged to causing your body to instinctively retract. You push back off his chest and watch as Peña shakes his head in quiet frustration before turning back towards the moving trucks. You chew your lip, you knew you had to do better at acting the part you’d been ordered to play. If you didn’t this mission would be over before it even started. Memorizing your alias was easy enough as was adopting the british accent, but acting in love with Peña. That was where it all fell apart, but if there was one thing you knew for sure it was that you did your best work under pressure. You swallow hard as the last few trucks slip away down the driveway. The notion of being left alone with Peña for the first time was an anxiety not even the ocean could sooth. With a deep breath you will your legs to move towards your new home which is currently looking more like a cell. You walk by Peña who snuffs out his cigarette in the dirt before following you inside.

“Why would two people ever need a house this big?” he asks, closing the door behind you, his voice bouncing off the marble walls.

“So they never have to see each other.” you offer, running your hand along the granite countertops.

“That felt targeted,” he says, watching your hands movement intently.

“It wasn’t, at least not intentionally. You notice how this whole back wall is glass? Weird design choice” you remark, trying to open up a civil dialogue with him.

“Probably built it so they can keep tabs on the neighbours” he offers coming up behind you, standing a little too close for comfort.

“Why build a house across from yours if you're trying to be undetected?” you ask, turning around nearly colliding with his chest, huffing at the inconvenience before maneuvering around him.

“If you were a federal agent and a big empty house was available for a stake out would you take it or would you go for the rocky beach or bug infested forest? Keep your enemies close, they expect the feds to show up here, so they make it easy to monitor” he explains, in a surprisingly uncondescending way.

“Hadn’t thought about that” you admit.

“Don’t teach you everything in those fancy buildings with ivory towers” he chuckles, as he sits down on one of the couches.

“Never claimed that they did” you retort “did they bring any food in?” you ask, moving towards the fridge.

“Not sure, figured the kitchen was your domain, can you bring me a beer” Javi says, the subtle misogyny fueling the rage simmering inside you.

“I’m sorry what exactly did your last servant die of?” You snap back.

“What? We’re supposed to keep up appearances” he responds calmly from the couch, feet crossed on the coffee table that cost more than your yearly rent.

“And what exactly is my appearance supposed to be? The domesticated housewife who brings you beer, cooks you dinner and sucks you off?” you respond, rage finally boiling over.

“Well I hadn't asked for that last one yet but...”

“Unbelievable! You can cook for yourself Peña. I'm not your wife and im definitely not your fucking mother”

“You certainly nag like her. Seriously a beer, it's not asking much” he demands.

“You know...” you say opening the fridge and pulling out a beer walking it over to him “I don't know if you’ve heard...” you continue, nudging his feet off the table with your calves as you place the beer down “of these amazing things...” you say, kneeling down, parting his legs and rising up between them, making eyes at him as you slowly run your hands up his thighs. “Called legs!” you state slapping your palms down on his thighs smiling as the growing smirk on his face quickly disappears “You should try using them sometime” you finish standing back up, grabbing the beer from the table and heading back into the kitchen to cook yourself, and only yourself, dinner. You'd managed to stay out of each other's hair for the rest of the evening, but another blowout ensued when it came to figuring out your sleeping situation.

“C'mon you don't have to be such a...” Javi exclaims calmly

“Such a what Peña?” you ask watching him bite his tongue “No please finish that sentence. I’d love to hear what thought provoking and truly innovative ideas you have about me.” You retort

“Just get in the bed” he pleads, lifting up the sheets and motioning his hand towards it.

“With you? I'd rather be shot” you state.

“Keep acting like this and your wish may just get granted sweetheart” he says through gritted teeth, the petulant show you were putting on wearing thin.

“Newsflash Peña! They can’t see us in here, so I think I'll take my chances on the couch” you assumed it was far enough away from the windows to keep you from prying eyes.

“Your fucking funeral” he shouts down the hall, watching you storm off with an armful of sleepwear you'd brought from home. The sleepwear was not flattering nor did it fit into the rich aesthetic you were currently upholding, but at this point, you didn't care. You'd chosen the oversized band shirt and basketball shorts because they hid your body away from prying eyes. Not that Peña would be looking, you hardly qualified as his type. You flop down on the couch rolling your eyes at the beer bottles he’d left there, likely for you to clean up. Irritated you fall asleep, cursing the couch for being inexplicably the most uncomfortable thing you'd ever had the misfortune of sitting on.

Your woken as the doorbell sounds throughout the house startling you so badly that you fall off the couch with a loud thud. “Shit!” you curse realizing it was likely the target. As quick as you can, you strip off your pyjamas and throw on the robe you had snatched in a hurry last night, only just realizing it was practically sheer. You yawn as you open the door to a beautiful woman who you immediately recognize as the target's wife, Helena. Presumably the same woman who you had seen on the balcony yesterday. She looked every bit a billionaire's wife with her hair neatly styled, 6 inch heels and perfect makeup while you, well you currently looked, and smelt, like you’d slept in a sewer.

“Hi im Helena, we saw you move in yesterday, we live next door.”

“We?” you ask squinting into the early morning light as another yawn escapes your lips

“Me and my husband” She says looking past you towards the couch where you had slept. Shit. Peña was not going to let you live that one down. Speaking of the devil, he appears from the bedroom in an open robe, and very thin linen pants, a look that made you realize why so many women were easily charmed by him.

“Cara mia, who's at the door?” he asks, eyes darting to the obviously slept in couch before settling on the beautiful woman standing before him. A woman who'd have his full attention if it wasn't for the transparent robe clumsily wrapped around your body.

“Our new neighbor” you say, refraining from using a cutesy nickname afraid you'd choke on it.

“Forgive my wife, she hasn’t been sleeping well” he says, coming over and wrapping himself around you, kissing the top of your head, before resting his chin on it.

“I find I sleep best when next to my husband” she responds offering Javi a megawatt smile which he returns.

“Maybe if your husband doesn't snore like an elephant” you respond sleepily with a soft laugh. You were surprised how well the british accent rolled off your tongue despite the early hour.

“Mine does as well, shakes the whole house! The things we put up with when we are truly in love are amazing” shes says, reigniting your anxiety “We want you to come for dinner, we've hired a chef” she continues.

“We’d love to, always good to know the neighbours, we like to make sure we're keeping good company” Javi reponds.

“Excellent, lets say, 7:30, be on time, my husband doesn't like to be kept waiting.” The second the door shuts you wiggle out from his grasp and make your way over to the kitchen pouring yourself, and only yourself, some coffee, still tired from the piss poor sleep you'd gotten last night. At least this time it wasn’t because you had to listen to someone having rigourous sex through the walls.

Javier follows close behind snatching the cup from your hands and taking a sip, knowing full well it wasn’t meant for him. He watches your eyes bulge slightly and your jaw tightens before you storm off into the bedroom to change out of the see through robe, much to his dismay.

“We need to go over the plan for tonight,” he says from the kitchen.

“Alright what is it?” you ask emerging in one of the many luxurious outfits provided to you.

“We’ll scout it out, find the room where they keep the paintings nd take the samples you need.”

“Ya” you say “and how exactly am I supposed to sneak in test tubes filled with liquid that traces drugs. ” you ask

“Bring a purse? I don't know. You're the genius you figure it out” he shrugs.

“I could wear a long skirt and strap them to my legs?”

“No they'll know you're hiding something,” he says, shooting down your idea.

“Purse it is then” you respond. “If they come back positive then what?”

“We can figure that out later, but i'll drop hints that the money I've made has been done in less than legal ways, and mention your outstanding knack for counterfeiting. Oh and wear something short tonight” he says “More to see means less to hide” he offers when he sees you glaring at him. “ and no scowling at me while we're in there, unless you really want to blow it” he laughs, your hatred for him almost comical at this point.

“What am I supposed to do when you're being insufferable then” you dig, with a wide fake smile.

“Save them up for later, besides it won't be me in there with you, it'll be my character, who you don’t hate.”

7:00pm

You change into a burgundy dress with an open back that falls well above your mid thigh, its length hardly covering you. You make a note not to bend over throughout the night, as you sling on the high heels that cost more than all your shoes combined. You grab the swabs and plastic bags needed to keep them sterile and stuff them into your purse before slipping on your wedding ring, and exiting into the kitchen.

“Alright, how do I look?” you ask, reopening the purse and re organizing the material inside it. When you finally look up you’re taken aback. Peña's usual attire of tight jeans and button up t shirt’s had been replaced by a stunning velvet pastel coloured jacket worn over top, a partially unbuttoned silk dress shirt and black dress pants. He cleaned up well, very well.

Your prolonged look doesn't go unnoticed by Javi, nor does the way your eyes quickly dart back down to your purse when he meets your gaze. He refrains from making a snarky comment knowing it would only piss you off, and that was the last thing he wanted to do before infiltrating a highly dangerous situation.

“Perfect, hermosa” he says, he wasn’t lying about it either. He knew you weren’t really listening to what he was saying, but god if you didn't look perfect tonight. Pretending to be in love with you would be easy enough for him, he hoped you’d be able to maintain the act as well. He watches as you move gracefully around him in heels that were working exceptionally well at emphasizing your... assets. He averts his eyes when you reach up for a bottle of wine knowing that more than you’d want him to see would be out.

“You know I can speak Spanish, right?” you say, a small smile creeping on your lips before quickly disappearing back into the cold facade you were determined to keep up against him.

“Well, I do now” he laughs, slightly embarrassed he got caught out complimenting you sincerely. He slides on his wedding band and escorts you out the door.

“God how do people walk in these for more than 15 mintues” you mutter, your feet already killing you. You almost regretted pushing Peñas arm away when he’d offered it to you earlier. Approaching the house you feel his hand wrap around your waist and you lean into him in an attempt to take some pressure off your feet. He rings the doorbell, lowering his hand as he hears the heels approaching from down the hall. Lifting up the hem of your dress he begins rubbing small circles over your thigh with his thumb. Any other time and you'd have broken his hand without a second though, but it fell well within the contract you’d had him sign detailing exactly where and when he was allowed to touch you.

“Welcome” Helena says as she opens the door in an equally revealing dress. She leads you through the enormous entrance way and into the main foyer, gazing up you see balconies on each level overlooking the large ballroom area. Your amazement at the house was cut short as you turned to see Peña who was currently only paying attention to Helena's fine architecture. If your eye rolls wouldn't give your true feeling for eachother away, his ogling certainly might. You elbow him harshly in ribs causing his hand to inadvertently dig deeper into your skin. His grip releases as Helena's husband enters into the room grabbing her and kissing her deeply for just long enough that both you and Javier feel uncomfortable.

“Welcome” he booms after separating from Helena, grasping Javis hand in his. You can see the veins in his arm bulge, as he clamps down on Peñas hand in a bizarre play for dominance.

“Here” you say offering him the wine, causing him to release his grip “Your home is as stunning as your wife” you smile as he looks down at the bottle reading its label.

“This one’s from a good year! Neither of our wives were even born then, lucky for us” he laughs, winking at you “We’ll have it with dinner.” he continues, pulling Javi into his side and walking him towards the bar.

Helena smiles at you and raises her eyebrows, rolling her eyes at her husband's behaviour. “Come now, alcohol will get us through the night” she states, leading you down the hallway. You knew her suspicions were high, and it wasn't lost on you that she’d likely shared her feelings with her husband, but she was being remarkably kind, which only added to your concern.

“Drink? What’s your poison, Carino?” Carlos demands of you. He was larger than life in both stature and personality, charming but in a terrifying way.

“I do believe he's talking to you love” you joke, smiling up at Javi earning a laugh from Helena.

“Whiskey, neat.” he says, you couldn't tell if Carlos was amused or upset by your disobedience, but the way Peña was currently pulling you discreetly out of Carlos’ reach made you think it was the latter.

“I usually don't ask twice, but for someone so beautiful and so clever, I'll make the exception. Though just his once” Javis grip around you relaxes and you flash Carlos a smile.

“Gin and tonic, if you don't mind”

“Any preference” he asks.

“Dealers choice”, you say, offering him back the control which seems to cut the tension and it's not long before he’s once again laughing with Javi.

“We're glad to have neighbours again '' Carlos says “especially ones who seem so agreeable.” His approval doesn’t relax you. Approval wasn’t trust and you’re well aware that this was just as much an interrogation as it was a dinner party. Carlos takes a seat in one of the upholstered armchairs gesturing for Javi to join him. Helena nods her head towards the couch and you follow her lead. Your eyes are quickly pulled off her when Peña yanks you down onto his lap.

“Darling!” you exclaim thanking the lord you didn't use his real name by mistake. “I could have spilled this very expensive drink all over this very expensive chair, I'm so sorry! I'd say he's not usually like this but...”

“I understand his need to have a beautiful woman in his arms as often as possible, it's why I'm on my fourth wife!” he boasts.

“I'm hoping i'll stick.” Helenea says, holding her drink up as she gazes lovingly over to Carlos, though something behind her eyes told another story. Perhaps you weren't the only one harbouring a secret hatred. “I'm hoping you’ll both stick as well. Neighbours can be problematic, nosy even, our last ones were before they...moved” Helena says from the couch

“Hard to imagine someone tiring from living in the house. It's beautiful, did you build it?” you ask

“Paid for it, but Helena designed it the whole thing, she's very gifted.” Carlos brags.

“I'd have to agree with that,” Javi says, smiling at her which she returns, a flirtation playing on both their faces. Javis hands may be on you but his eyes were on her and if you were picking up on it Carlos certainly had as well. You jump slightly when the server enters the room to inform the group that dinner was ready.

Javi pulls out a chair for you and you sit down placing your hand on his as he takes his seat next to you. The meal was the best you ever had, five delicious courses each one more decadent than the last.

“You don’t take her out to many five star restaurants? It seems as if she's never eaten such a meal!” Carlos excalims. Evidently you were doing a piss poor job at hiding your delight.

“I'm still getting used to the lifestyle if i’m honest. Though I imagine a meal such as this is still rare, even at the most expensive restaurants” you say before Javi can respond for you, the recovery impressing him slightly.

“You should have seen what she was eating before I met her, back when she was a starving artist” Javi says, as you bring a hand up to rub along the velvet jacket covering his broad shoulders.

“The billionaire and the starving artist, now I must know. How did you come to find each other?” Helena asks.

“My art dealer went to New York and brought back one of her paintings, it came with a photo and after seeing it I knew I had to have her, if she’d take me”

“And how did an old man like him convince a sweet young thing like you to marry him?” Carlos asks.

“No convincing needed, not when he sent thousands of my favourite flowers to my studio before showing up at the door himself. Any man willing to put that much time and money towards meeting me deserves a date. At least in my books and he’s continued to prove himself to me ever since.” You gaze up at him lovingly, so convincing that for a moment even he forgets you hate his guts.

“What are they? Her favorite flowers?” Helena probes, earning a grunt from Carlos presumably displeased with his wifes intrusiveness.

“Sunflowers. They're hard to find in New York, especially in the winter, I had to ship them from California.” Your gaze of faux adoration turns quickly to genuine surprise. How had he known what your favourite flowers were? It wasn't outlined in your character profile and you'd certainly never told him.

“I’ve seen the piece, its beautiful, your wifes very talented,”

“You should see her school portfolio, copies of works that were almost exact replicas of the originals. She possesses the talent of a hundred artists before her”

“You flatter me. Copying is a technique used to learn, but it's no measure of true artistry or creativity” you laugh. “When did you see my work, were you in New York?”

“Oh no I'm an art dealer myself, but I have people go to places for me. Your work was passed over my desk a few weeks ago.” Carlos explains.

“Perhaps I could paint you something then I would finally have a truly unbiased critic” You watch as Carlos slowly nods his head, contemplating your offer.

‘You’ll have to see our art collection, we have pieces here from all over the world” Helena says,

“How long have you been in the business?’ you ask, taking Carlos as a man who liked to show off

“longer than you've been alive” he says winking at you.

“Well I can only imagine what pieces you must have , you've proven to have exquisite taste, in all areas of life.” you smile eyes briefly darting to Helena.

“Helena show her the gallery would you, I wish to speak with my friend here in private”

“Will you be joining us later?” Helena asks, causing him to grunts out a yes before pulling Javi into another room to talk about god knows what. She leads you up to the second floor, each step you take causing a sharp pain to shoot down your foot’s arch.

“You get used to the heels, small price to pay for the lifestyle. Walking around in them in the house for a while helps.” she explains.

“Thank you” you say. “Somedays I dont think I'll ever really acclimatize to the lifestyle.” She leads you into a large room, greek style pillars run through the middle while art from around the world lines the walls. If the pieces were real this room was worth millions.

“How does your family feel about you living here? It must be hard them being so far away in England”

“I uhm...I... don’t have any.” You can feel her eyes boring into you assessing the answer you just gave her. “They passed, when I was 19” you continue turning to meet her gaze.

“I'm so sorry. To lose them so young must have been devastating, but I don't need to tell you that, do I” she says, shaking her head. You nod swallowing hard gazing back to the paintings. “Lucky he found you I suppose, and such a handsome man at that. Many billionaires are.... not.”

“Lucky for us both then” you say, moving along the wall “these painting are beautiful, I envy you being surrounded by such formidable pieces, and only a walk away”

“Yes'' she says, as if she doesn't care. She's watching you intently, trying to suss out where your loyalties lied, your lack of descriptive fondness for your husband suddenly seemed like a poor choice on your part. Before she can ask another question you hear Carlos yell out for her, the noise startling you both, so much so that her hand clamps down on your wrist.

“Duty calls” she says, composing herself and relaxing her grip on you.

“Should I come with you?” you ask, playing into the deer in headlights trope which seemed to have an effect on Helena.

“No, he asked for just me. I don't like to disobey him, he's not a kind man when not listened to.”

“Are you safe here” you ask.

“As long as I don’t cause trouble I should be.” she affirms.

“Well, you're welcome at ours, at any time. If anything happens, even if it doesn't you can stay with us. Heavens knows we have the room.” you say sincerely, the concern coming from you, not your character. Helana nods offering you a soft smile squeezing your hand before leaving the room.

“See how obedient she is, how compliant, she's perfect, don’t you think!” Carlos says

“Hard to argue with that,” Javi responds, giving her a once over.

“And beautiful yes, c'mon you are married not dead” he prompts when Javi doesn't respond immediately

“Very much so” he says, smiling at Helena before turning to Carlos who was intent on showing off his wife in the most demeaning way possible.

“Was there something you needed love?” Helena asked. She was used to her husbands showing her off to other men, but she was growing tired of it. She was involved in her husband's work, primarily in the organization making sure everything ran smoothly, she knew if it didn't she would inevitably be to blame. She valued her life, so she learnt fast, adapted like a pro. Four years later and her husband hadn’t offed her yet. She was a mastermind in a career she had been inadvertently forced into, but a mastermind nonetheless. To her husband she was nothing more than a trophy, but better to be that than a punching bag.

“A word in private” he says, gesturing to her with a come hither motion.

“Your wifes in the art room, up the stair, down the hall to the left, take the drink with you, we won't be a moment” He says, his eyes telling Javi to vacate the room. He lets out a grumble as he closes the door behind him. He shakes his head, swirling the whiskey as he walks towards the gallery. He’d fumbled tonight by not making it clear that he only had eyes for his wife, a hard task considering Helena, who he realized too late was likely meant to see if his gaze could be easily swayed. Which it had. All thoughts about any other woman cease to exist when he walks into the gallery and sees you bent over swabbing a painting. Something about watching you in your element had always been mesmerizing to him. It’s why he was always dropping off files for you, the task could easily be outsourced, but he enjoyed watching you maneuver with ease around the various machines.

“You should be more careful querida,” he says, chuckling as you jump back.

“Watch the door, would you? I've got two more to do” he leans back against the frame, one eye on the door, one eye on you watching as you meticulously swab the remaining paintings. “All good, you don’t think they keep cameras in here?” you ask, closing up your purse.

“No. Cameras are easy to hack.” he says nonchalantly, as he comes over to you stopping at your side looking up at the painting, suddenly understanding people's fascination with art. You grab the drink from his hand and take a sip placing it back down on the empty pedestal propping yourself up along with it when you hear footsteps approaching.

“Come here” you demand, and he does, eyes suddenly darker than before. He stops a few inches in front of you. “Closer” you beckon, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him into you. You drape your arms around his shoulder extending your neck allowing his mouth to graze lightly over the skin just in time for Helena and Carlos to witness it. You push him off you in pretend shock.

“Please, don’t stop on our account” Carlos laughs

“I'm sorry, god these pieces must be worth thousands and here I am sitting on one” you say hoping the act wasn’t too transparent.

“Don’t apologize, a work of art belongs on a pedestal” Carlos says, the complementing causing Javis jaw to noticeably clench. He was a better actor than you gave him credit for, maybe they would buy this relationship after all.

“We should probably be going, once she starts it's hard to get her to stop,” Javi says.

“So that’s how she trapped you” the husband responds, the entire exchange causing you to cringe internally. You hop down off the stool as Javi finishes the whiskey offering the glass to Helena who takes it before leading you towards the front door.

“We must do this again soon,” she says settling into Carlos’ arm

“Perhaps at ours next time?” You offer

“A generous offer, but we prefer to entertain.” He says

“Then I look forward to seeing you soon, especially if another meal like that is in store” As you exit the mansion Javi makes sure his hand is visibly running over your body, but you slap it away the second you can.

“Ouch” he says, shaking out the hand, the rings on your fingers leaving a particular sting on his skin.

“Suck it up” you respond, having had enough of him for the night.

“Cut the shit, your attitude problem is going to get us killed” he whispers through gritted teeth.

“I don’t have an attitude problem. I just have a problem with you” You say, turning to face him and prodding a finger into his chest “ and don’t act like you ogling his wife was helping our case either. Ya I slipped up tonight, but so did you, so shoulder some of the blame you’re throwing my way.”

“Jealousy’s a nice colour on you” he laughs, knowing how riled up it would get you.

“Ha!” you fake laugh “ because it's jealousy and not the fact that your inability to keep it in your pants is going to get me killed.” You exclaim as you enter the kitchen grabbing down a glass and chugging some water before going into the art room where you were storing the testing kits.

You? Jealous? Of what exactly. What did he think he had to offer that would make you want or need to be the subject of his attention. Attention he gave to anything that walked or batted its eyelashes at him. Jesus he was insufferable, you hated that he had this notion that your anger was based on jealousy and not multiple interactions where he'd failed to impress you. Even if you had come off as jealous it was all a part of the act. He had been acting jealous throughout the night, did he think you weren't competent enough to do the same? You had three degrees for fucks sake, you deserve some credit. “Fucking asshole” you mutter, the manifestation of the words helping you to calm down enough to dip the q tips in the liquid, sure enough, they came back positive the paintings had been near drugs, you’d tell Peña about that later. You see the light on in the bedroom as you exit the “art room” and you head towards it determined to get one last punch in before going to bed.

Javier had just settled into the enormous bed he had the luxury of having all to himself, moments away from flicking the light switch when he notices your figure in the door frame.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks

“I think he's abusive, the husband you were getting along with so nicely” you spit out, the venom intended to question his character in a hurtful way, but it doesn't seem to phase him.

“It's the job to get friendly with the monsters, doesn't mean I like them” he reasons

“I told her she could come here if anything happened, so we’ll have to hide this stuff a bit better” you remark, turning your failed attempt to get one last dig in, into a valid reason for starting up a conversation.

“Guess you'll have to stop sleeping on the couch then” he smirks. Check mate. Your eyes bore into the bed you had just talked yourself into sharing with Javier Peña.

#javi x y/n #javier pena x reader #javi x you #javi x reader #javier Peña x you #Javier Peña x y/n #narcos fanfic #narcos #enemies to lovers

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dead leaves & wasted roses ⤑ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 by sheer luck, or as if destiny bound as he liked to think of it, jimin had met you. and then, in a blink of an eye, and in a cruel twist of fate, he'd instantly lost you. 〞unrequieted love au. college au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader ː seokjin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: some pining, unrequited love obvs, nO HAPPY ENDING IM SORRY, this one hurts no doubt, unintentional voyeurism, lots of heartbreak - a lot of it because Jimin is/was oblivious, rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of being handcuffed, dom!seokjin, mentions of seokjins big wang, sub!reader, dirty talk, creampie

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: will i ever stop hurting jimin like this? hopefully, one day. anywAY, you can all blame miss emma for this because she said no happy endings but that’s just how it be sometimes.

⏤ part of the ‘Outro: Tear’ angst collab hosted by the wonderful miss emma @personawife

⏤ beta read by my love @shadowsremedy

Coffee in hand and sling bag dangling over his shoulder, Jimin sprints across campus - trying his hardest not to spill the steaming hot beverage over himself. Of all days to wake up late, he just had to choose today. Usually, Jimin wouldn’t really care if he was running late - but today was his first dance class and he desperately didn’t want to be late. Especially since he wanted to make a good first impression on his dance instructor - Profess Son - the man was practically a legend in the dance industry. However, just as he nears the large dance building, Jimin finds himself halting.

Eyebrows furrowing, he watches as you look around in nervous confusion, a folded paper in one of your hands while the other clutches your bag tightly - as if it were your only lifeline. Your hair is thrown up into a messily neat bun - stray flyaway hairs framing your face - and you’re dressed in a large hoodie and leggings. Nose scrunching slightly, Jimin recognises the hoodie - a mirror to his - and a gift from the college to all the dancers.

You’re a dancer?

Despite himself, Jimin finds himself slowing his pace before coming to a stop in front of you. Feeling his presence behind you, you turn around, your eyes widening slightly. Gracing you with a friendly smile, “Do you need some help? You look a little lost,” Jimin asks.

Biting your lip, you nod before holding out your piece of paper. Letting go of the strap of your bag, you unfold the paper and Jimin’s eyebrow raises at the map of the campus.

“I’m trying to get to the dance building, but I can’t seem to find it. This entire campus is so large, it’s a little confusing,” you reply before stopping. Jimin chuckles at the slip-up, watching your cheeks heat up as you stare sheepishly at him. “Sorry, I barely had any sleep last night and I’m basically just running on caffeine,” you reply.

Jimin shakes his head, “It’s alright. We’ve all been there. I’m heading to the building right now, if you wanna follow me?” Jimin suggests. Your eyes lighting up, you grace him with a beaming smile as you nod eagerly. Imperceptibly, Jimin’s eyes widen as he takes in your carefree smile - his heart fluttering inside his chest. Squashing down the feeling, Jimin gestures for you to follow him.

“So, you’re a dance student?” Jimin asks - there’s a high chance you are a dance student - but just because you’re heading to the dance building, doesn’t mean you’re a student there: the building was frequented by other departments to use the spacious rooms for their lectures. The hoodie would have also been a giveaway - if it weren’t for the fact that he knew anyone could buy the hoodies from the university’s gift shop.

“My outfit isn’t a giveaway?” you ask, looking at him from the corner of your eyes with a teasing smile. Jimin shifts his gaze away, the apples of his cheeks flushing with heat. Laughing, “yeah, I am. I transferred in from New York. I should have been here a week ago, but there were issues with my enrollment and my flight was delayed which means I didn’t really get here until last night. Then, with the time difference and all I just couldn’t… sleep…” you begin only to slow down before looking at him sheepishly. “God, sorry. There I go, just rambling again with my life story. Just stop me - I have a tendency to overshare,” you apologise. Jimin’s eyes soften before he shakes his head.

“You’re alright! Don’t worry about it. But you transferred in from America? That’s pretty cool,” Jimin says as he leads you up the stairs and towards one of the dance studios.

“Yeah, I studied dance in New York until last year and then I decided to move back to Seoul,” you reply. Confusion colours Jimin’s face as he looks at you with incredulity.

“You moved here from New York to study dance? Are you sure that was the right decision?” Jimin asks. If he could, he’d move to America to pursue dance as a career the first chance he got.

“Stupid, right? A lot of my friends questioned whether I was making the right decision - but, I’ve been studying dance in America ever since I was young - and well, I just missed home. Not to mention, as much as I love it, I don’t think I want to pursue just dance as a career you know? At least here, I can still study dance while learning something else,” you reply, shrugging nonchalantly. Through the corner of his eyes, Jimin stares at you in wonder. He couldn’t help but feel some inclination of admiration towards you; it must have been a hard decision to make - to leave New York and return to Seoul.

“We’re here. Just a heads up, Professor Son may be a little mad we’re late,” Jimin replies, looking at you sheepishly. Really, he should have hurried you both along - but despite your tardiness, he wanted to spend more time talking to you. Grimacing internally, Jimin kicks himself. He’d only just met you, yet here he was acting like a schoolboy with a crush just because he was mildly attracted to you.

Shaking your head, further strands of hair fall out of your messy bun, Jimin’s heart fluttering again at the adorably unkempt state of your hair. “No, it’s alright. It really was my fault, I should have woken up earlier and also should have probably asked for directions beforehand,” you reply, an embarrassed smile painted on your lips as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Jimin’s eyes follow the movement of your hair, and watching as you duck your head slightly, he can’t help but find you even more endearing.

He stares at you for a couple more moments, before “Don’t you think we should go in?” you ask, looking at him expectantly. Jerking, Jimin sends you a sheepish smile before nodding. He takes in a deep breath before placing his hand on the door hand and twisting it.

As soon as the door opens, every single student turns towards you, looking at the two of you expectantly. Cheeks tinged pink, Jimin’s eyes turn downcast, trying to avoid the heavily peering gaze of the students. Small footsteps echo in the quiet, followed by the rustle of fabric as Jimin feels you shift behind him, using his frame to hide yourself. Feeling the shyness practically exuding off your body, Jimin steels his nerves before squaring his shoulders and walking in.

“You’re both late,” Professor Son’s voice carried across the eerily quiet studio. The rest of your peers turn to the professor, before turning back to the two of you, their gaze shifting as they wonder what’s going to happen.

Previous bravado forgotten, Jimin simply looks at Professor Son in embarrassment. However, before he can mumble out an apology, you’re stepping forward. “I’m sorry,” you apologise with a bow, your loose bun tilting and dropping further. Jimin looks at you in surprise, Professor Son directing his attention to you instead. Standing back up from your low bow, “It’s all my fault. I’m ____, I only got in yesterday and...,” you trail off.

Jimin perks up, before supplying, “Jimin.” How had he forgotten to introduce himself early? God, how embarrassing.

“Jimin helped me get here. It’s all my fault we’re late,” you continue, taking full responsibility. Puzzlement colours Jimin’s face, his features twisting as he looks at you curiously. He was already late before he’d even met you, so why were you lying- Oh.

Oh.

You were lying so that he didn’t get in trouble. Heart fluttering in his chest again, Jimin can’t help but bite his lips as he stares at the back of your head.

“Oh, I see. Yes, I’ve heard about your transfer from New York. You had a very impressive application,” Professor Son says before turning back towards Jimin, “Thank you for escorting her. You can both join the rest of the class. We’re just discussing different contemporary ballet techniques,” Professor Son continues as the two of you take seats on the outskirts of the group. Jimin watches as Professor Son turns back to his PowerPoint, the screen displaying dancers in different positions - but, before he can continue his lecture, he pauses once again before turning towards you.

“Actually- ____, you specialised in contemporary ballet back in New York. Would you mind demonstrating a piece for us?” Professor Son asks. The entire class turns towards you, your cheeks flushing with heat at the sudden attention. As you blink owlishly, Jimin can practically see the gears inside your head twisting before you nod, almost hesitantly.

Gaze following your every movement, Jimin watches as you stand up and step towards the front of the class. Daintily, you slip off your shoes before sliding off your socks so you’re left barefoot. Then, shrugging off your hoodie, you fold it neatly before gently placing it next to your footwear. Turning to Professor Son, you nod at him to start the track.

A steady beat begins emanating from the speakers littered around the corners of the room. The class hushes to a dead silence as the song fills the silence, echoing through the studio. However, Jimin notices none of it - instead, completely fixated on you. You haven’t moved yet, your body completely still as you listen to the beat - almost as if you were soaking it into your bones. A somewhat heavy tension filters through the air, the entire class on the edge of their seats as they await your first movement. Jimin has no doubt that everyone is curious about the student who left New York for Seoul to study dance.

Suddenly, the beat changes, the song starting as the introduction of it dies out - and with that simple note change, comes your first movement. Few hushed gasps echo around the room as they watch you move - but Jimin doesn’t think you notice any of them. No - he doesn’t think you even pay attention to anyone around you. Your eyes are hazy, practically glazed over and yet, Jimin notes the way you move completely effortlessly to the rhythm of the song.

Body twisting in intricate movements, your muscles are completely relaxed. Each movement flows seamlessly into the next one and Jimin can’t help but hold his breath. You move gracefully, captivatingly, flawlessly. His unwavering attention on you, he simply can’t find it in himself to look away - your body elegantly moving around the front of the studio and enticing him further and further into you. With every passing moment, Jimin sees the way you sink further and further into the song, your movements somehow becoming sharper, more fluid as your concentration increases. But the further you sink into the song, the further Jimin drowns in you - the rest of the class fading away as he loses himself into you. He doesn’t think he’s seen anyone as bewitching as you.

Hell, there, just dancing, lost in your own world, Jimin doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more beautiful.

Limbs waving about balletically, it's as if you have no bones, every muscle moving with perfect control. Watching your performance, Jimin can’t help, but feel as if you are made of music yourself, as if the beat and rhythm of the song flows directly through your veins, aiding your gliding body. Jimin has no idea how long you dance for, time has all but faded away as he completely submerses himself into your movement, his eyes following your each and every movement. A small part of him wishes you would dance forever, just so he could watch you forever.

However, just as quickly as he loses himself into you, you stop, the music fading to a lull. The entire class is quiet, your heavy breathing echoing as you pant for air. Sweat stains your forehead, a light sheen of perspiration coating your muscles and hairline. Then, all of a sudden, the silence breaks as thunderous applause fills the air. The abrupt sound jerks Jimin out of his reverie, a heavy exhale leaving his mouth as he lets out the breath he’d been holding. Somehow, without him even realising, you’d taken his breath away.

Blushing under their appraisal, you bow gratefully to the class before quickly walking back to your place beside Jimin. Professor Son congratulates you, causing you to duck your head in shyness at his appraisal - but Jimin doesn’t care about any of it. Instead, he simply stares at you in awe, his gaze flitting all over you as he tries to take in as much of you as he can.

Then, you turn to him and grace him with the most beautiful smile he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing - and suddenly, you’re stealing his breath again.

Two months later, you and Jimin find yourselves in his flat. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn, Jimin hums happily to himself. That day, after class had finished, you’d offered to buy him lunch for helping you - and simply hadn’t taken no for an answer - even when he’d shyly tried telling you he was only happy to help and didn’t need you to repay the favour. Still, you’d insisted on repaying his kindness and Jimin had always silently been grateful for your insistence - because ever since then, you’ve been friends - good friends.

The two of you would frequently spend a lot of your time together - whether it was just hanging out, or practising your choreography together. In fact, the second had been your suggestion. Jimin had been surprised when you’d asked him to practise with you - you were already so good - better than he could ever hope to be. Yet, once again, you’d still insisted: telling him that he himself was an incredibly talented dancer and that you could learn from each other. Hearing that had sent his heart lurching, his head spinning at the thought that you considered him an amazing dancer - a sentiment which you constantly reiterated to him. To you, it was completely mind-boggling that he didn’t consider himself insanely talented.

Thus, throughout those few months, the two of you had grown closer - which bring him to now: with you sprawled out on his couch as you wait for him to return with the popcorn. The high-pitched beeps of the microwave resound through the mostly quiet apartment, drawing Jimin out of his reverie. Hastily moving, he quickly grabs the paper bag of popcorn, wincing at the steaming heat as he grabs it via its corner. Opening it swiftly, he empties the entirety of the bag into the plastic bowl he’d prepared before joining you on the sofa once again.

“Finally! Could you take any longer? I need to know what happens next!” you lament, watching as he makes his way back to you. Jimin tuts, wrinkling his small nose before handing you the bowl of popcorn.

“None of this is new to you. We both know Killmonger wins and throws T’Challa off the waterfall. This is literally the seventh time we’re watching this film,” Jimin replies, a teasing inclination to his voice. Scowling at him playing, you dig into the popcorn before pulling out an unpopped kernel - only to throw it at him. “Hey! Don’t mess up my flat,” Jimin growls out playfully as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch. Immediately, the action coming naturally to you, you place your feet in his lap. In the darkened living room, Jimin blushes at the instinctive movement, his hand nervously falling to rest onto your shin.

“Yeah, but maybe this time that won’t happen,” you try to reason. You and Jimin simply stare at each other, the illogicality of your words not lost on the both of you. Jimin begins snickering at you, causing you to scowl and kick him playfully.

Just as he’s about to respond, however, the both of you hear the door to Jimin’s apartment being opened before someone walks in. From your seat on the couch, you have the perfect vantage to stare at the newcomer, your face twisting in confusion. Jimin sighs as he realises his roommate is back from his overseas year out. Really, he didn’t mind Seokjin, in fact, he loved his roommate a lot. It was just, he’d gotten so used to it just being him - and, of course, you.

The moment he walks in, large puffy coat slung casually over one of his arms while the second wheels in his luggage, you can’t help but fixate your stare upon him. Though you don’t think you can really help yourself as your dark stare rakes over Jimin’s roommate’s figure. He’s tall - and has an amazing build: with long legs, and impossible broad shoulders. Though, the most beguiling thing has to be his face: chiselled jaw, incredibly pillowy lips - that could rival Jimin’s - ample cheeks and dark, soft eyes.

Inclining his head to the side, Jimin doesn’t notice the way your eyes widen or the way your gaze sweeps over Seokjin. Instead, “Seokjin! You’re back,” Jimin calls out, waving at his roommate. Seokjin hums a yes; his gaze locked onto his phone while dragging both his feet and luggage further into the room. Once further in, he wheels his luggage to press against the wall before finally looking up to greet his roommate. But, the moment his eyes shift from his phone to upwards, he stops. His eyes swift over Jimin, before resting on you. The moment your eyes lock, you feel a shiver down your spine, your breath hitching imperceptibly.

As he notices Seokjin’s gaze falling onto you, “Oh! This is ____, she’s in my dance class” Jimin explains before continuing, “How was London?” he continues, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Turning away from you, and subsequently breaking your stare, Seokjin turns back to Jimin. Confusion colours your veins as you wonder why Jimin’s roommate has been in London this entire time, and why he was just now back, in the middle of the academic year.

“It was really good. The course was interesting - hard, but interesting. Oh, nice to meet you by the way. I’m Seokjin,” he greets, turning back to you. You watch as a teasing smile curls onto his face, his entire demeanour exuding confidence, “They call me the most handsome man on campus,” Seokjin continues, as he flicks his long, dark locks out of his eyes before flashing you a lopsided smile.

Jimin rolls his eyes at his roommate’s antics, “Just ignore him. His head is so big, I don’t even know how it fits in through the door,” Jimin whispers conspiratorially. Faintly, Jimin’s words register in your head, causing you to nod, but the damage has been done and you find yourself blushing intensely under Seokjin’s charming smile.

“Why were you in London?” you blurt out, not knowing what to say. The instant the words fall from your lips, you feel yourself blushing before looking away.

“Seokjin studies architecture here but he had an opportunity to do an international year at UCL in London last year, and since it has like the best architecture course in the world, he took it,” Jimin replies before Seokjin can, oblivious to the growing tension between the two of you. Pulling your lip between your teeth, you nod, before flashing a shy smile at Seokjin.

“Uh, yeah. Anyway, I’m gonna head to my room and leave you two alone. Enjoy,” Seokjin says before once again grabbing his luggage and heading towards the bedroom opposite Jimin.

Your eyes follow Seokjin’s every move, completely glued to him as you watch him walk towards his room. You had always known Jimin had a roommate, considering that you’d never seen anyone in the room - but you had always assumed you’d always missed him, or that he’d be out and about - and Jimin never really spoke of him in detail either, only referencing him casually. You’d never imagined that he’d been away for a year, nor could you have ever imagined just how handsome he was. Just before Seokjin disappears into his bedroom, however, you watch him briefly turn back, levelling you with one final look before shutting the door behind him.

“Sorry about that. He didn’t say he was coming back today. Wanna continue watching?” Jimin asks, drawing your attention back towards him. Blinking owlishly, you nod before once again angling your head towards the TV. Jimin smiles at you before pressing play. Sinking back into the sofa, Jimin happily loses himself into the film once again - completely oblivious to the way your eyes keep shifting to Seokjin’s door.

It's almost two hours later when you find yourself leaving Jimin’s apartment. Bidding you goodbye, Jimin simply watches you walk away with a soft smile on his face. Once you’re out of his line of sight, he shuts the door before shuffling back into his living room. As soon as he picks up the bowl, Seokjin exits his room, the two of them walking towards the kitchen. They mainly move in silence, Seokjin pouring himself a glass of water while Jimin clears up the popcorn bowl and sweet wrappers.

Just as Jimin begins washing the dishes, “So… you and ____, what’s the deal between the two of you?” Seokjin asks - breaking the silence. Freezing, Jimin’s muscles lock before he turns his head, staring wide-eyed at his roommate. Seokjin is casually leaning against the kitchen counter, his easy gaze watching Jimin.

“N-Nothing. Why?” Jimin chokes out in surprise, internally kicking himself in the shin for stuttering. Seokjin raises his brow, levelling his intent gaze upon his roommate.

“Are you sure?” Seokjin asks sceptically. Hastily, Jimin turns his head back to the sink as he begins washing the dishes. Though, he does it more to hide his blush.

“Yeah, I’m sure. We’re just… friends,” Jimin replies. You’re just friends - even if he wishes you were more - not that he’d do anything about it, at least not you - and besides, he doesn’t really want to tell Seokjin about the crush he’s harboured on you since the day you’ve met. Nor how he’s pretty sure that somewhere along the way, between the movie nights and dance practises, he’d misplaced his heart onto you and had fallen deeply in love. No, he could never admit that to Seokjin, let alone you.

Seokjin’s eyes narrow, his scrutinising gaze sweeping over Jimin before his head cocks to the side. “You’re sure?” Seokjin repeats once again. Jimin lets out a heavy exhale before nodding, desperately wanting Seokjin to stop questioning it.

“Yes! I’m sure,” Jimin responds. Sensing his ire, Seokjin shrugs before turning and leaving the kitchen - leaving Jimin completely alone in the quiet of their apartment.

A deep sigh of relief falls from Jimin’s lips when he hears Seokjin’s door close for the night. Really, what was his problem? Jimin can’t help but wonder. Seokjin’s interest in whether he has a crush on you or not was odd - but Jimin simply chalks it down to Seokjin’s curiosity as he continues washing the dishes.

However, if he’d known better, he would have questioned Seokjin’s curiosity - and if he’d known what was to come months down the line, perhaps he would have admitted his feelings for you to Seokjin.

It’s months later, in the middle of March when Jimin finds himself entering a flower shop. The store clerk smiles at him as soon as he walks up to the counter. Jimin’s nose wrinkles at the almost overbearing display of white behind the man. White lace decorations hand around the ceiling, white roses, daisies and tulips on display in the green buckets on the floor while various different artisanal white chocolate litter the countertop.

“Looking for a gift for a special lady this White Day?” the man asks, causing Jimin to fluster, a shy smile creeping onto his face as he nods.

“Can I get a bouquet of white roses, some marshmallows and chocolate,” Jimin orders, his eyes sweeping around the room. He knows you absolutely adore marshmallows - roasting marshmallows over a campfire were some of your favourite memories from your time in America. The white chocolates he’s not so sure about - but he knows they’re a popular White Day gift - and the roses, well the reason he was buying those was pretty obvious. Today is the day he’s going to confess to you.

Jimin waits patiently at the man strings up his order, the beautiful bouquet of pure white roses and viridian green stalks making up the bulk of your gift. Of course, he hadn’t really decided to confess today completely out of the blue: you’d gifted him a small gift of his favourite chocolates on Valentine’s day, thanking him for being your friend - and well, White Day tradition dictates he repay the favour. The confession was just his added bonus, because really, what better day to do it than today of all days.

Grabbing the gifts from the clerk, Jimin makes his way towards your apartment block. For a brief moment, he considers calling you and telling you he’s on his way - but, then decides against it - wanting it to be a surprise instead. After all, what couldyou be doing today anyway - it’s not like you had a boyfriend that he knew of.

It takes Jimin a good twenty minutes to walk from the flower shop and the entire time, he clutches the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hands. Butterflies bloom in the pits of his abdomen, his stomach flipping with each step as he grows nearer and nearer towards your apartment. What feels like aeons later, Jimin finally arrives at the skyscraper that is your apartment building. Gingerly, he enters the lobby, his footsteps echoing across the marble flooring. The security guard pays him no attention, already used to his visits by now.

Jimin steps into the elevator, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair in an attempt to stay his nerves. With each moment that passes, Jimin’s palms grow clammy, the fuzziness in his stomach growing. When the elevator dings, alerting him to the fact that he’d arrived at your floor, Jimin takes in another breath before stepping into the corridor. Time moves excruciatingly slow, each step he takes thundering in his ears, his heart hammering so hard in his chest he feels as if it had leapt from his chest to the back of his throat.

Arriving at your door, Jimin abruptly stops.

The door to your apartment is slightly ajar, the sliver of space revealing the interior of your flat. Features twisting in confusion, Jimin wonders why you’d leave the door to your flat open - it wasn’t like you at all. Trepidation flooding him, he hesitantly places his hand on the door handle before pushing it over further - he needed to know you were alright. Stepping into your flat, Jimin looks for any signs of you - but when he finds none, the nervousness in his stomach is replaced with dread.

Just as he’s about to call out your name, however, he spots it. A piece of white lingerie. It’s callously draped over the couch, the lace material a stark contrast to the dark brown leather sofa. Another type of dread settles deep within his loin, his neck prickling with heat as he spots the skimpy underwear. Eyes sweeping over the room, he finally sees the trail of clothes that lead towards your bedroom. A large white shirt lays haphazardly on the floor, your sundress next to it. He knows it’s yours because he’s seen you wear it a few times - it was your favourite dress - and his.

He knows he should turn around and walk away, the weight of the bouquet of roses heavy in his hands - as if it held the dead weight of all his feelings for you. Just as he’s about to turn and walk away - he hears it. A shallow, breathy moan. Heart clenching in his chest, Jimin’s fingers around the bouquet tighten. This was a mistake.

Once again, he moves to turn around.

“Seokjin.”

And he’s stopping again.

Blood freezing, his heart stops as he hears his roommate’s name slip from your lips. The sound of your whiny, lust-filled voice is unmistakable but he has to be hearing things right? There’s no way you just called out his roommate’s name. Jimin stares at the door to your room, the door is still open, but from his angle, he can’t see your bed.

“Gods, Seokjin,” comes another moan, the sound a little deeper this time - needier. He hears it more clearly this time - and it’s unmistakable. You definitely just moaned out Seokjin’s name.

He knows he should turn away - right then and there - walk away and pretend he never witnessed this - pretend he never walked in on you. But a small, sick part of him needs more confirmation - because that very same part of him doesn’t believe that it’s Seokjin in there with you. And then, before he can stop himself, he finds himself slowly walking closer to the threshold of your bedroom. With each step, Jimin grows nearer towards your bedroom, the salacious sounds of your moans and groans of pleasure increasing in sound until they ring deafeningly in his ear.

The moment he spots you, his knees buckle. There you are, naked body exposed as clear as day for him as your limbs entangle with Seokjin. Almost unbearably, Jimin’s heart aches as he takes the scene in. You’re underneath Seokjin, your hands are handcuffed to the metal rails of your headboard, your thighs are wrapped around his roommate’s narrow hips as the older male thrusts - almost brutally - into you. His hips move in a stilted fashion, rutting deeper and deeper into you with each thrust. Every one of his plunges jerks you backwards, your head knocking into the metal grating.

“Jinnie- fucking- oh god, so- big-” you gasp out, trying to string a coherent sentence together - but with each plunge of his hips into yours, Seokjin forces the words out of your head, the sounds dying on your lips.

“Come on baby, that’s it,” Seokjin groans, his head dropping as he shifts the angle of his thrust. The utter euphoria painted on both your faces has despair flooding through Jimin’s blood. He watches as your eyes flutter shut, your head falling back and your back arching while your thighs erratically shake.

Hands curling into the sheets, fists tightening into tense balls as they clutch the fabric, “Gods, Seokjin… I’m cumming,” you keen out, the high pitch of the sound echoing through the air. Seokjin smirks down at you, his hair falling around him, the ends dripping with sweat as he plunges in deeper, causing you to let out a strained groan.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Fuck- your pussy feels so good. So- fucking- tight-” Seokjin grunts, a thrust punctuating each of his words. Despite himself, Jimin finds his cheeks heating, his stomach sinking further as you mewl at Seokjin’s words.

“C-Cum in me,” you gasp out, the words coming out strained as you gasp for breath. Groan of pleasure escaping Seokjin’s mouth, the older man shifts one hand between your bodies - and from the way your face twists with ecstasy, Jimin has no doubt that Seokjin’s fingers are playing with your clit.

“Yeah, baby? You want me to cum in you? Cum in this pretty little cunt and fill it till you’re dripping?” Seokjin asks, his words coloured with wanton desire.

“Gods yes. Please- please fill me up. Wanna feel your cum deep in me,” you practically plead. Seokjin snarls, pushing your thighs higher before, somehow, thrusting even harder into you. Jimin has no idea how he moves so hard - or so quick - but with each thrust, the two of you moan louder and louder - until suddenly, with a cry, while clutching your hands shoot out to clutch Seokjin’s shoulders. And then, you’re cumming.

A loud wail reverberates through the air, out of your mouth and directly towards Jimin: the sound ricocheting through his very being as you cum. Seokjin follows right behind you and two sloppy thrusts later, a deeper groan fills the air as Seokjin empties inside of you.

Jimin watches the two of you gasp for air, your breaths heavily laboured as you try to satiate the burn in your lungs. Dark, almost broken stare, fixated on the two of you, Jimin wonders if it’s just meaningless sex. He wonders if somehow, though he’s unsure how, you and Seokjin were just having a one night stand - because really when had this happened? When could it have happened? How did it happen? Surely, surely this has to be some kind of nightmare - or even just a simple one nightstand. God, Jimin hopes, prays,that this is a one night stand, because he has no idea how he’s supposed to cope seeing the woman he loves with his roommate.

But then, abruptly, the atmosphere shifts.

And if Jimin thought simply watching the two of you before was bad - nothing could have prepared him for the utterly devastating heartbreak he was about to experience.

Because, almost naturally, Seokjin’s head swoops down, pulling your lips into his. Your kiss is slow - and sensual - and even though he’s simply watching, Jimin can feel the love that’s poured into it - the passion. He watches as your hands flit over Seokjin’s shoulder before entangling in his hair, pulling the older man further into you. A soft sigh escapes your lips and anguish stains Jimin’s entire world as he watches the way you sink into Seokjin.

Unable to tear away, Jimin watches the two of you, his heart breaking with each second. Agonisingly slow, time passes, Jimin trapped in the momentous heat of your kiss, torturously spellbound by your kiss.

Slowly, the two of you break away, simply staring at each other as you bask in the afterglow of your post-orgasm bliss. Neither of you notice him - completely lost in each other, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, words of love and sweet nothing filling the air as Seokjin peppers kisses along your forehead. As he takes the two of you in, he knows, then and there, that this is more than a one nightstand - more than a simple fuck. Without a shadow of a doubt, the two of you are in love - and it doesn’t make sense to him.

But then it clicks.

All the times he’d thought Seokjin was playfully flirting with you, the times you would blush and shyly tuck your hair behind your ears as you spoke to Seokjin. When you would come over to his flat and bring fried chicken from Seokjin’s favourite restaurant. All of a sudden, memories flood into Jimin’s consciousness: the easy banter between the two of you, the side glances full of desire, the way your eyes wouldn’t leave the other’s figure when you were in the same vicinity.

He remembers how worried you’d been when he’d offhandedly mentioned Seokjin had hurt himself while playing football, the look of complete joy when Seokjin would come home, the way you smile at Seokjin - as if he’s the only person you see - and suddenly, everything makes sense. But he wishes it didn’t. Because all of a sudden, Jimin realises that he’d been so lost in his feelings for you - so lost in the idea of you, that he’d completely missed the signs. The signs that you weren’t his, and would never be his.

Finally tearing his eyes away, Jimin forcibly pulls himself away from the door. The heavy weight of the bouquet of roses burns in his hand - just the sheer feel of them cruelly taunting him of the love he’d never had, but had somehow lost. Swiftly, he exits your apartment, his chest aching as he drowns in his own sorrow. He moves on muscle memory alone, allowing his feet to guide him out of your flat and then your building. And then, when he’s finally out of the lobby, he takes in a shuddering breath before letting out a sob.

Through blurry eyes, he stares at the bouquet in his hands, the once pristinely furled petals slightly wilted. Mockingly, they stare back at him, the bruised florets an apt representation of his heart. Not wanting to look at them anymore, Jimin drops them onto the floor. They fall to the ground, a few petals scattering from the bud and littering the ground. But Jimin pays them no mind. Instead, he just walks away. Leaving the roses, and the love he has for you behind.

a/n: yah im so fucking sorry yeet

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legendofzelda4life · 4 years

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Cake and Tears

Hello everybody, this was meant to be for yesterday (day seven).

It’s been a whole week. I hope you guys have enjoyed and will continue to.

Anyway this is a Blue/Red fluff (obvi platonic) I haven’t read the whole Four Swords manga but I have this feeling that Blue would be protective of Red.

Let’s go.

Also TW: mentions of r*pe (ik im an asshole for this plot)

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“I swear to Din Vio, shut the fuck up.” Blue said to the calmest of the four versions of Link.

“Why should I? You suck at this.” Vio spoke, watching Blue. “I will not hesitate to kill you, V.”

Blue was holding the knife he was using to cut, yet another, failed attempt of a cake, to Vio’s chest.

“If Vio dies, we all die.” Green said from his seat on the bench.

“Works for me, means I won’t have to see you guys everyday.” Blue looked towards the green clad hero. “And will you please... get the fuck off my bench.” He shoved Green off the bench as he spoke. “You’re an idiot-”

Vio was cut off by Blue putting the knife back to his chest.

“Fine, kill me, but don’t come crying when you never get to see Red again.” Vio said. Blue’s eyes widened and the knife clattered to the ground. He then crossed his arms with a huff. “I wouldn’t care.” He said.

Lie.

“We know you like Red the most out of the three of us.” Vio said.

“Tch. I do not.”

Lie.

“Oh so you hate him then?” “Yes Vio, I despise him with every part of my being.” Blue laced his words with sarcasm.

“Mhm… turn around.” Vio said with a smirk, causing Blue to turn wearily, scared that Red was there. Instead, he was met with Green holding a perfectly made cake.

“Man! Fuck you for being able to cook.” Blue said with a laugh, taking the cake as it was shoved into his hands. “Yeah, yeah. Now go cheer up Red.” Green said.

“Do I have to?” He whined. If he was being completely honest, which he hated doing by the way, he’d tell them he loved making Red happy.

But that would ruin his reputation.

“YES!!!” Woah, a response from both of them.

Scary.

“Why?” He asked.

“You’re the only one that can cheer up Red when he’s like this.” Vio said, shoving a drink into Blue’s arms before pushing him out the kitchen.

Blue walked down the hall towards Red’s room, beginning to ponder. If he loves Red’s personality, is this self love? Or friendship? Blue ran out of time to think as he arrived in front of Red’s door.

“Red?” He called for the hero.

“Mmmmmmm.” Red groaned from inside the room. No, not one of those groans, you perverts. It was the ‘bitch-I-just-woke-up-fuck-you-want?’ groans.

“Can I come in?” “Yeah.” Red’s voice was hoarse. How much had he been crying?

Blue opened the door and walked in. Red was on his stomach but was facing the door.

“I brought cake?” Blue was so weary, the statement sounded more like a question. “Put it down and get out.” Red rolled over.

“Wow okay, I understand I was pulling Green’s voice but I really thought the tunic would give it away.” Blue said. Upon hearing his voice, Red sat up. “Cuddles?” He asked, reaching his arms out. Blue chuckled. It was quite adorable when Red was like this. He had always acted younger than the other three heroes but it was cute sometimes.

“Of course.”

Red excitedly moved over and patted a spot on the bed, where Blue layed with a chuckle. Red immediately cuddled into Blue, wrapping his arms around the others waist. “Wanna talk about it?” Blue asked. Red shook his head.

“I just want cuddles. Just let me stay like this for a while. Blue nodded silently before hugging Red back. They must’ve sat there for hours, even laying down at one point.

Suddenly Red shot up, looking around frantically, before pulling his knees to his chest and crying.

“Red?” Blue asked, reaching out for the other hero. He flinched slightly. “Sorry, sorry. It’s fine. I shouldn’t be crying. Go back to sleep” Red rubbed his face with one hand, removing his tears as he layed back down. What caused this? How often did it happen?

Was it every night?

Blue didn’t know. But what he did know was that, if Red putting his face into Blue’s chest and hugging him was anything to go off, he was really upset.

“What happened?” Blue himself didn’t even know what he was asking about. Was it about why Red was sad? Or was it about the dream?

“What?” Red asked. (this is where it reloaded the first time)

“What made you upset?” Blue asked, rubbing circles on the red-clad hero’s back. Red tensed up and Blue could basically feel the boy’s blood run cold. “You don’t have to tell me.” He blurted out quickly. “No, it’s okay.” Red took a deep breath in. “Remember that guy I was dating?” Blue nodded in response. He didn’t know too much about the guy, except the moment everyone layed eyes on him…

Blue and Vio did not like him.

Well, in Blue’s case, that’s underestimating it.

Blue hated - absolutely despised - the guy Red was with.

Vio thought it would have bad consequences once they go back together as Link but Blue just hated him. (i cant think of what to name him lmao)

“H-he- he…” Red’s voice became small. “He... did stuff to me Blue.” His voice rose back to it’s normal tone after this. “I didn’t want it. But afterwards, he left without a word.” Red broke down again.

Red was…

No, Blue didn’t want to believe it…

He couldn’t believe it…

How did Blue let this happen to one of his counterparts?

Let alone his favourite?

At this point, Blue had no doubt he was radiating heat considering how much that made his blood boil. He didn’t say anything, scared he would upset Red further, and just let the other boy cry into his chest.

“You wanna talk to Green or Vio?” Blue asked. Red shook his head. “They’ll be mad at me. I knew you and Vio didn’t like him but this? This would disappoint Green too.” Red hugged Blue tighter. “How did I let this happen, Blue? It’s my fault isn’t it? I never wanted it so he just did it...” Red trailed off, eyes full of terror as he recounted whatever events may have occurred.

Seeing that look on his face caused Blue to snap.

“None of this is your fault! He was an asshole that took advantage of you and I’m about this close to beating the absolute shit out of him!” Blue roared, jumping to his feet. “Your fingers are touching…” Red said, realization dawning upon him. “Exactly.” “Blue, no.” The boy wanted to argue but if Red said no, Red means no.

And unlike someone… Blue respected that.

“Okay.” He sat back on the bed, Red sitting next to him.

“What about the dream?” Blue asked. Red became extremely quiet. Blue turned to see the boy with tears running down his face, huddling further into Blue’s side. “You don’t have to-”

“Promise you won’t ever leave, Blue. Promise me!” Blue was surprised by Red’s words. Was the dream really that bad? “I promise I won’t leave you.” He said, looking the other hero in the eyes. “Good.”

Red fell asleep soon after but Blue couldn’t even close his eyes.

Blue had a plan but wanted to wait for Red to be okay with it first

Green walked in the room slowly.

“How is he?” He signed, wanting to be quiet. Blue put his hand sideways and made an ‘eh’ motion. Green just nodded slightly before walking back out.

A few days later

“You still wanna beat the shit outta him?” Red asked. The boy’s mood had brightened little by little over the past few days. He had decided to tell Vio and Green, with Blue’s help of course.

“Yes, but I wanna be the only one.” He looked to Green and Vio who didn’t object. Was his protectiveness of Red really that obvious? Probably. Did he care? No.

Blue stormed into the guy’s house.

“Oh hey Blue, where’s your brother?” Blue had actually forgotten they introduced themselves as siblings. “Not here.” Blue snarled. “Oh what a shame, it’s so cute when he begs for me to stop. Y’know-”

Yeah, Blue just punched this guy in the face.

“Stop. Fucking. Saying. Shit. About. Red. You. Fucking. Asshole.” With each word, there was a punch. Blue was holding the boy by the collar and was relentlessly bashing his face in. He then threw the guy at a wall, a sickening crack emitting from his, already broken, nose.

Blue then got on the ground next to him and kept throwing hits.

“You fucking piece of shit! What the fuck gave you the right to do that to Red, huh?!?!” He was fired up. Given, the guy probably couldn’t respond, but Blue was venting.

He was continuously punching the guy over and over, rebreaking already broken bones from the first few hits. The guy ended up with a shattered cheekbone, the other one also broken, an unhinged jaw, a broken nose, a black eye in the first stages of forming, a few missing teeth, and, no doubt, more than two broken ribs.

Blue dropped him to the floor.

“Fuck you.” He seethed through his teeth before walking out.

Let’s just say, nobody asked why Blue was covered in blood that, obviously, wasn’t his.

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This was a rollercoaster of emotions for me to write lol. I’m sorry if this triggered anyone in anyway.

I hope you guys at least enjoyed Blue beating the shit out of the fuckboy lmao.

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I WILL WRITE ONLY ABOUT THE LINKS (including the ravio, shadow, and requested characters. Will not write about whole other fandoms though)

I CAN DO READER INSERTS IF REQUESTED (no oc’s tho)

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beomgyushighlights · 3 years

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Circus {H.K}

Day 3 (X)

"all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus"

in which the first words Nari's soulmate says to her are "free britney"

in which two idols find their soulmates in each other after thirteen days of little comments without knowing who the other was

-a short story soulmate au-

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(can also be found on wattpad and ao3 under the same username)

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"Once more, I'll get it this time." Nari promises, frustratedly, getting back into starting position. The band is currently recording a performance for The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Nari, however, is not content with any of her dancing.

"Nari, take a break, get water, cool down. We can go again once you've calmed down." Osamu says. She lets out a sigh of frustration and walks off. She puts her airpods in and turns her music as loud as it goes and blasts her playlist of songs that hype her up. After three songs, she stands back up, ready to kill the performance.

"You got this!" Jimmy encourages. "Hell yeah, we do." She smiles and gives him a fist bump, her more significantly improved. After one more full shot, they all watch the video to see what they could improve.

"Hell yeah! I didn't mess up!" Nari cheers. "That's the one." Osamu smiles. "That's a wrap!" Jimmy yells. Having already filmed the interview, the five band members head back to the extremely large bighit building. On the way home, Nari gets a phone call.

"Nari!" The person greets. "Chaewon!" She greets back. "Guess what!" She says. "Let me guess, you finally planned your wedding?" Nari asks. It's silent for a few moments. "No... It's better than that though!" Chaewon exclaims. "You guys eloped, no ceremony?" Nari asks. "No, I'm pregnant!" She finally says.

"What!? That's amazing! How far along are you?" Nari asks. "Four months!" Chaewon replies. "So, do you know if Im going to be an aunt to a girl or boy?" Nari asks. "We do know, it's a girl!" Chaewon says. "I'm so excited!" Nari squeals, catching the attention of a passerby.

Hyejin automatically falls back as they approach the building, stepping behind Nari and placing a hand on her back as she's occupied with her phone and not paying attention to her surroundings. Security holds the crowd back as the five walk inside. "When's your due date?" She asks. Chaewon recites the date the doctor told her.

"Wow, that's so amazing. I'm so happy for you and Haru. I have to go though, we have to practice the dance for our new single that's coming out soon." She says. "Thats fine! I'll be waiting for the single! Good luck, I know you and the others will do great. I love you!" She says. "I love you too, bye!" Nari says, waiting for a bye in response before hanging up.

The five band members head to the room where they begin prepping for practice. "Grrah we go wild." Nari sings, quite loudly. "Wolfgang!" Someone yells running down the hall. Recognizing the voice and the weight of the steps, Nari runs to the door and looks both ways, again not seeing her soulmate.

"Was that your soulmate again?" Eun asks. "Yeah, missed them again." Nari frowns. "It's okay, you'll meet them soon. Have you figured out what the number means?" Yejun asks. "Yeah, it's days. It was XII when they said 'free Britney', XI yesterday, and now it says X." She says.

"What about you other three? Do you guys know how long?" Osamu asks. "Six months." Yejun answers. "One year." Eun replies. "Six months as well." Hyejin says. Osamu hums and makes mental notes so he can use it to cheer the members up if they get sad. The five begin practice for their new single dropping in three months.

After a while they take a lunch break. "I'll pick it up, but let's call and order because an idol was over there yesterday and they were almost mobbed." Nari says. "Okay." Osamu agrees, calling the restaurant across the street. Fifteen minutes later they call back saying it's ready.

Nari walks downstairs, mask and hat on as well as a large coat. She crosses the street and walks inside, bumping into someone. "Sorry." She apologizes, bowing slightly before continuing to the counter. Her goal is to spend less than five minutes outside of the building, It's already been two.

"Order for Atsumu." She says, using the name Osamu uses for orders that have to be called out loud. He picked it after watching an anime where a charcter named Osamu had a twin named Atsumu. He thought it was creative and funny if he used it as his fake name.

The person at the counter passes the food over after grabbing it off the rack. "Here you go, have a nice day." The person says. "Thank you, you too." She bows, grabbing the food. She dashed across the street and badges into the building. Less than five minutes spent outside of the building, goal achieved.

She rushes up the stairs, knowing that everyone's hungry. She places the food on the small table and Yejun passes it out, making sure each of their band mates gets their food. After eating they let their food settle while they discuss what they can do to improve their performance.

"Yejun, when Nari says her lines in the chorus you were a little far over, try coming a little closer." Eun suggests. They nod and commit that piece of information to memory.

"Nari, I know that we don't have mics or screaming fans here but we will when we perform on the stage, I think it would be extremely beneficial if you started singing a little louder now that way you already do it off instinct." Osamu says. "Yessir." Nari says.

"For the last move, how does the footwork go again?" Hyejin asks. "Ten more minutes and I'll show you before we start practice again." Eun says. "Okay." She says. "What was the call on the way back about?" Yejun asks Nari.

"Oh! My sister, Chaewon, is having a baby in five months, a little girl." She says. "That's great! Did she and Haru plan their wedding yet?" Hyejin asks. "No, she bought a planning book and she sent me pictures, it's about half filled out. They just don't have a date, venue, or dress yet. Knowing Chaewon, they won't have the wedding until the baby is like two years old though." Nari says.

"Wow, how are she and Haru doing? They moved to Jeonju, right?" Eun asks. "Yes, they moved last week and Chaewon says that everything is going good so far, they're almost fully unpacked." Nari answers. "Okay, back to practice, we can talk more about Chaewon later." Osamu says.

#txt yeonjun #tomorrow x together #bts mention #txt huening kai #txt beomgyu #txt taehyun #txt soobin #hueningkai fanfic #fanfic #hueningkai

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sincerelymarinette · 4 years

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A Recorded Life Sequel (2/10) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words 1479 Chapter Summary: School is back into the schedule and everyone is busy. Marinette uses a school project as an easy way to get a video done and Alya pops by. Author's Note: I'm back! I'm so sorry for going MIA the past few weeks but school has been kicking my butt with projects. School comes first, tho! Hoping to get back into regular updates but my semester is about halfway over and teachers are picking things up. Keep an eye on tumblr/wattpad if things get postponed! Also the ending sounds ominous but trust me it isn't, I just wanted a good way to wrap things up.

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A few months into the school year

Adrien was still living with Marinette and her family. Though now he would have the mansion all to himself, he didn't want to be there. It was filled with harsh memories, and he couldn't even think about looking at the pictures of his father. Instead, he let Gorilla live there, rent-free and happy. He still accompanied Adrien when he went to Agreste Fashion, but he also knew Adrien could take care of himself.

But he couldn't leave Adrien alone after losing his mother, father, and closest thing to another parental figure. Gorilla was still there for him, picking Adrien up in the morning to get him to school, picking him up from school, and taking him wherever he needs, whether it be the offices or back to the bakery.

Marinette and her parents love having Adrien around. Tom and Sabine knew how hard it is for him, and letting him stay with them brought some normalcy into his life. Plus, he really enjoyed learning how to cook with them and even helping out in the bakery when it gets busy. They loved walking out into the living room to see the kids watching movies or playing video games, and waking up in the morning to find they fell asleep in the middle of their TV binge-watching time, all cuddled together.

Though it was more of an adjustment, Tom and Sabine also loved the Kwamis. Tikki is very sweet, and they love having Plagg taste test new ideas. Since Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't needed as much anymore, they're more like pets, but that doesn't change the love everyone has for them. Now with Marinette as the guardian of Paris' Miraculous, every so often, she lets them all come out to get a breath of fresh air. Being stuck in a box has got to be boring, and it's a lot of fun to see all the Kwami's interact.

Adrien loved the freedom of university and getting to study business. It was a lot to take on, but he was really excited to take Agreste Fashion in a better direction once he learned more and more. He may not be officially running it right now, and the COO is acting as CEO; he does get a lot of say in the way things go. When he first started, he immediately stripped Agreste Fashion of his father's name, and Gabriel is nowhere to be found; he will not let his father's bad choices run this business any longer.

While Adrien was having a great time with school, Marinette was stressing. Of course, she loved everything she was doing in her classes. She was finally able to take her designs to the next level and learn more than she could teach herself. Adrien already promised her a job at Agreste Fashion, but she's determined to earn her place and work her way up by herself.

Marinette had a busy week with a big project due. Since she's been distancing herself from videos (still posting at least weekly!), she figured to take advantage of the situation. Marinette had her camera set up to shoot the mannequin she was working on, and another camera pointed at her desk to get different shots for what part she was focusing on. She wouldn't post the video until after she got her grade back, but it never hurts to shoot something in advance.

As Marinette was carefully pinning a piece of fabric, she jumped at the sound of the trap door opening. "Ah!" She shouted when she poked herself. "Oh, Alya," She calmed down. "You scared me."

"I can see," She giggled. "I came to check up on you and bring you a smoothie," She offered her gift with a big smile. "And I wanted to see your work!"

Marinette gladly took the drink and nodded. "Thanks, nowhere near done yet. I'm recording the process for a video."

Alya gasped, acting offended. "And you're doing that without me, your camera operator?"

"You've been busy, too; I didn't want to stop you!" Marinette reasoned.

"Good point, but I'm going to sit here and help," She sat and sat on the chaise against the wall. Pulling out her laptop, Alya smiled. "I brought work with me. We can both work loving the company of each other," She said.

Marinette smirked as she got back to work. "Missing Nino?"

"Like you'd never imagine," Alya groaned back. "We talk all the time, but it's not the same. How's Adrien?"

"Honestly, better than I expected. He spends a decent amount of time at Agreste Fashion, but is always back in time for dinner. Speaking of, you want to stay?" Marinette offered, and Alya nodded in response. She yelled down to her mom to ask if it was okay, which Sabine said absolutely.

Alya started typing away at her computer to work on a paper while still making conversation with Marinette. "How are you all adjusting? I know Nino, Chloé, and I have gotten over most of it, but I'm sure it's different for you guys."

"Oh, you know, we're still working through it. Adrien sees a therapist, as expected, and it helps. I think it just takes time, and school is definitely helping as a distraction. I can't imagine what will happen if Nathalie tries to contact him, but last we heard, she moved to the States when she was released. They made a compromise that she'd finish out community service there, especially since Gorilla said it would be more damaging to Adrien to have her still in Paris," Marinette rambled. "But other than that, good!" Marinette sighed, glad that she would be narrating the video in the editing phase.

Alya nodded. "I'm still shocked that he was a witness in court," She said. "But I'm glad he was. Though I don't believe her 'I was forced to!' defense, at least she won't be near us," Alya said. "It's a shame; she seemed nice. Well, before we found out."

Marinette shook her head with a slight laugh. "She scared me from the beginning. But so did Gabriel," Marinette reflected. They went back to work, having a few remarks here and there, and soon enough, they were called down for dinner. "Oh, Adrien, hey!" Marinette smiled when she got downstairs to see that Adrien was home, and had been, as he helped with dinner.

"Sorry I snuck in," He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Hey, Alya, how are things?"

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ahhhh i love Marinette's designs so much thEYRE BEAUTIFUL

when is this going to be in stores?? i need it like yesterday

I wonder when Adrien will give her a job at agreste fashion. we all know he wants to. but w h e n. I need my fashion power couple to take over the world

I loved Alya just chilling in the back, that's friendship. working independently but together (also is anyone else trying to figure out what they were talking about??) >Marinette Design's Reply Oh trust me it's nothing interesting. Just getting caught back up about school and life!

I'm so happy when you upload! Thanks Mari, hope you all are doing well.

I HEAR A NINO TRACK IN THE BACKGROUND IM SEEING HIM WITH JAGGED IN A FEW WEEKS AHHHHHH

one day we'll get a vlog from Marinette preparing for her first big time fashion show. With Adrien as a model. Manifesting it.

Marinette snickered as she read through the comments from her most recent video, and even replied to a few. She was waiting for Adrien to finish getting ready so they could head out for their date, and she was highly entertained by the comments. Only a few more minutes passed before Adrien came from the bathroom in a green sweater with a big smile on his face. "Ready to go, Milady?" He asked and held his arm out for her to take.

Marinette nodded and linked their arms. She was wearing a casual dress with leggings, looking nice but not being overdressed. They were excited to have a nice dinner together and act like a normal couple, which they never really had. They left the Kwamis at home and were ready to enjoy the evening, ready for a night for just them. Gorilla picked them up and drove them to the restaurant, and they only had two rules for tonight: No discussing past superhero adventures, and stay off the phones so they can enjoy each other's company.

The rules were easy to follow, as all they wanted to do was sit, talk, and eat. Maybe their lives would go back to normal faster than they thought. They were happy and excited for the future, and both were happy to talk about anything else than the trauma they have suffered.

Marinette, however, did miss running around on rooftops with her cat.

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies @bookishserendipity03 @avatheexceed @gkz10 @coccinellegirl @kat-thatoneweirdo @strawberryblondish @snow-swordswoman @lilgaga98 @evufries @toodaloo-kangaroo

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overly-ironed-waffle · 4 years

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It’s been so long since I’ve felt so low.

I have so many thoughts swirling about in my head that I want to write down in hopes that they stop plaguing my mind but I don’t seem to have the words. That, and any time I go to write them down or express them to someone who has noticed I am depressed and lost in thought or bothered by something, I suddenly feel as though they aren’t worth sharing either because I must be making them out to be bigger than they are, or because I feel like I can’t trust the possible responses or reactions I will receive. Too many times have I been “too much” or “too intense” or “too attention seek-y” or whatever. I don’t desire to burden those that I love with the thoughts in my head. But still, I’d like to at least write them down. But then how to put the words?

How do I write down that it feels as though each day my body becomes heavier like as if I can slowly feel each individual pound of mass that makes up my body, and god is each pound heavy and pulling me to the ground. I am a skinny underweight afab adult, how is it possible that I feel so heavy? Why does it feel like every piece of my body wishes to melt into a puddle on the ground? And why does it feel like if I tried hard enough, I would succeed in doing so? Just blending into the fabric that makes up my carpet.

And then how do I express that I feel so distant from my husband, and like the distance has only been growing between us? Because I’m sure that it’s primarily just in my head, as he’s just as loving, affectionate, and doting as ever. Yet for some reason I feel as though we’re separated by a barrier, and it’s impossible for me to cross and I don’t understand why. But this causes me to feel as though he’s going to leave me, that one day he will finally wake up and realize that I’m not actually who he thought or hoped I was and he wasted too much time and energy on me, and that he’s not happy with me for a vast majority of reasons and then leave? How do I bridge the gap that I feel like I must have somehow imagined and then created?

How do I write out the intrusive thoughts that my brain plays on repeat to torture me? How do I explain that my body seems to be able to recall sensations it has never experienced in this lifetime? I have been hit by large vehicles, and years later I can recall the sensations perfectly but why is it that my body knows how it feels to burn, to drown, to suffocate, to be electrocuted?

How do I get back to a point of being capable of functioning without breaking down over every minor thing? How is it that I was ever functional before? How did I manage to go to school or hold down jobs, have friendships and relationships, how is it that I managed to parent and keep a house clean? How did I ever do things before, when I can’t even seem to drag myself out of bed?

How do allow my therapist to help me, and to tell her the things that are bothering me and that I am struggling with, when I can’t even put it into words for her or even other people? It’s her job to listen to me without judgment, so why do I feel incapable of telling her that I’m struggling and instead play it off like I’m just constantly anxious and manic? I’m not, dammit. I’m fucking depressed and why the fuck can’t I just tell her that?

Why the fuck am I so embarrassed, so ashamed to feel the things that I am feeling? Why am I ashamed to admit that I am depressed and struggling?

Why can’t I go a fucking day without crying, or a day without feeling completely and utterly worthless and useless?

Why can’t I find words for the fucking feelings I have and the shit that my brain is putting me through? This post doesn’t even describe anything or give any of it justice.

Why can’t I look at my kitchen without breaking down into a mess and immediately just crawling back into bed under the covers and wishing that I weren’t still here?

Why can’t I stop plotting ways to leave? Not in a scary permanent fashion but more just in a running away sort of deal. I have been trying to avoid the scarier thoughts, but I can feel that they’re there.

I have been neglecting everything, which is something I am ashamed of. Which, obviously makes me feel worse. But I’m so overwhelmed by everything, I can barely move or bring myself to do even small necessary tasks. I break down crying and ask my 11y/o to refresh the cat’s water dishes. That’s ridiculous. It’s a simple task that takes like ten seconds.

And then also why the fuck does my trauma and RSD have to constantly plague my thoughts with shit like I’m not good enough and whatever? I’m fucking tired of it. I’m so fucking tired of it

I’m so done you guys, I’m so done. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I have been struggling and I have been spiraling, and I just can’t handle it anymore.

People keep checking up on me and I don’t even know what to say at this point. I either just ignore it or keep saying things like ‘yep im fine, just the usual’ because I mean thats not really completely incorrect. It is ‘the usual’ even if for some reason it’s more intense and frequent than usual.

I keep telling myself I just need a mental health day. But how do you even give yourself a mental health day when you don’t do anything or go anywhere? When you have no money to spend on yourself? I already take breaks from everything, to the point of basically just neglecting it. So what would a mental health day even look like? I play my games, I read, I occasionally do art, I try to do things I enjoy. I forced myself to go on a walk yesterday. I wouldn’t say that made a difference. If anything I felt worse later in the evening once my husband got home because I felt like I had done something wrong. (He didn’t do anything to make me think that. He was proud I had gone for a walk and done something to get dressed for and get out of bed. He praised me. But still I wound up feeling like I did something wrong, which is why I think it’s in my head.)

I’ve been playing a lot of video games and mobile games. I’ve been using a lot of escapism and I don’t even know what I’m escaping from. I just would prefer to be in a different world or reality, I guess, and get wildly uncomfortable and unhappy realizing that I’m in the one I’m in. I don’t know.

I’m just... I’m struggling. Badly. and I don’t have the right words to explain it. This honestly didn’t touch it, despite the wall of text attempting to.

I’m sorry.

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all-hail-stevinel · 5 years

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Im curious as to how the boys found out about universe lmfaooo

Lol this one was really fun to answer, lemme give some background on the bois relationship with Steven and Universe bc its not really how they found out, but how they met

The bois and Steven:

Steven is of course, one whole jealous slut, but he does try to get along with the boys bc Spinel cares about them and wants them all to be friends and he’s so weak when it comes to his gem boo and her puppy dog eyes

Its just so hard, bc no matter how nice the guys are, Steven will see one of them pick Spinel up or hug her for a second too long and suddenly he’s like a fuckin walking pink glow stick of seething jealousy (much to Spinel’s glee)

She’ll not so subtly try to plan ways to make him hang out with the boys and they all go along with it bc she’s just too cute and so eager for them to like each other

“Oh Stevie, didja kno Sammy likes ta’ garden? You should show him your greenhouse, you guys could have plant parties!”

*deep awkward sigh* “...Sure, Sweetheart.”

The bois actually all really admire Steven. Its hard not to considering he’s all Spinel really talks about and they all love her to pieces. They’re all slightly older than Steven and remember what it was like to be younger and in a new relationship, so they kinda enjoy teasing him a bit about his jealousy and possessive behavior

Timeline wise, Spinel met the boys almost a month before Universe made his first appearance, so she had a lot of time to bond with them, much to Steven’s ongoing frustration lol

Steven still has a ton of little homeworld responsibilities, so while he did cutback so he could have more time with Spinel, he’s still busy more often than not. They’ve been dating for nearly four months though, and Spinel is a lot better at dealing with time and distance away from Steven because of her own friendships with Lapis and Peridot that she hangs with when not with the diamonds. but outside of Connie, she struggled with making human friends. So when she became buds with the gang, whenever Steven’s too busy she’s usually with them, having fun, and it drives him crazy lmfao

The worst part is, it'd be easy for Steven to hate them if they weren't such nice assholes. They're so sweet and kind to his Spinel, and so protective of her which he can admit he appreciates. Once Marcus, who despite his intimidating height is waifishly thin and about as intimidating as a wet kitten, confronted him by fish stew pizza because he thought Spinel might be gettin mistreated. While it had been awkward to stutteringly explain that Spinel was in fact very consenting to his um..assertive treatment, it had made him weirdly happy to know she had made such caring and thoughtful friends

But then Universe arrived, and it was like the game leveled up for the bois

The bois and Universe:

They found about him via Spinel, of course, bc she told them maybe a day or two after they had discovered it and the “Who Can Leave The Biggest Hickeys On Spinel?” competition began btwn Steven and Universe

“Holy SHIT, Spinel! Did you get mauled by a fuckin bear???”-Sammy, wide-eyed and impressed

“Or two bears? A circus? Damn girl, we didn’t even see you yesterday, whats Steven got to be mad about?”-Kyle, too high for this

“Heh...funny you should ask…”

So she explains the situation bc while they’ve been teaching her human stuff, Spinel really enjoys teaching them gem things, including Steven’s weird-ass diamond powers which the bois are always excited to hear about but this really throws them all for a loop

“So like...he’s your boyfriend...but not?? There two of him now??” - Josh, in the middle of an existential crisis

“Kinda! There were always two, i mean Stevie’s a fusion so yeah. But i don’t call the pink him that, I uh-” *blushes* “I gotta call him Universe.”

“So they are different people then? And his other half is pink?”- Marcus, ready to paint approx 178 murals about this

“Yes and no. they’re both Stevie, just...also not? Different parts of him that make the whole, but I don’t love either any less and yes he’s pink.”

The Bois decide this sounds like the coolest shit ever and need to see Universe right away

However, upon hearing that he usually only comes out when Steven’s asleep, our chaotic gang of miscreants decide to lure him out like the idiots they are. They figure Universe is as jealous as Steven, (he’s worse, just not towards Steven lol) so they plan a beach day and invite everyone they know to it

They then spend the entire day flirting up a storm and I’m talking The Bachelor level™ type flirting. Absolutely ridiculous and hilariously sexual, making Spinel crack up and blush the whole day as they shower her with attention and always keep her just out of her boyfriends reach much to Steven’s evergrowing frustration.

It finally comes to a head when Josh asks Spinel if gems need sunblock lotion or if they cant get a sunburn, and she says that she probably can’t but it’d be fun to try if he didn’t mind helping her with it. The poor man doesn’t even get to grab her a bottle before suddenly there’s a heavy hand on his shoulder with a matching hard grip as furious pink eyes glare out at him from Steven’s face looking positively deadly.

“That’s. My. Spinel.” is the only words Josh has ever had Universe say to him, and he can say with confidence he would very much like to keep it that way. The pink-eyed boy had then turned to a turned-on Spinel, scooped her blushing form up and over his shoulder, and walked away without a backward glance, leaving the bois stunned on the sand

They haven’t seen much of him since, but its not due to a lack of trying bc these lemming brained bois like to push their luck (and when they saw Spinel the next day, even though she looked absolutely ravaged, she also had the biggest smile on her face, looking completely lovesick) so in the end, its a game everyone wins lol

#stevinel #diamond steven #spinel x steven #steven x spinel #su #my fic #asks #double trouble au #i love these asksssss!!!!#lol dem bois #oc characters

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thisweekingundamwing · 4 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing 5-11 April 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel Sorry it’s a bit late!

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Every Moment (Ch. 4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/23153275/chapters/56342722

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader, Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, OC - Character, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft

Romance, Drama, Angst, Lemon, Lime, Violence, Reader Insert

You really didn’t want to go on a mission with Heero Yuy. In your opinion, he was a robot, an iceberg, and as cold as the North Pole. And you really hated the fact that people started spreading rumors about you. Now, you have two weeks to get to know him better, get comfortable with the idea of playing his wife, and keep from getting into a catfight with Wufei’s secretary (who has quite a crush on Mister Yuy herself). You thought you would be able to handle the mission, but a couple of alcohol influenced kisses really send your world spinning. And it would only get worse during the mission… And really… your careless actions do have very big consequences.

Best Easter Yet https://archiveofourown.org/works/23600803

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader, Relena Peacecraft/Quatre Raberba Winner

Heero Yuy, Reader, Relena Peacecraft, Quatre Raberba Winner

Romance, Drama, Angst, Holiday, Reader Insert

“How are you holding up?”

You gave him a dire look and showed him your shaking hands. “Just so.”

He gave you a warm look and reached out, trailing the callused pad of his forefinger along your cheek. “We’ll be okay. She won’t be mad.”

@doctormegalomania

Your Body’s Poetry (Ch. 13) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20438891/chapters/56441821

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s), Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker, Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker

Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Slice of Life, Post-Break Up, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

Summary: Long after the wars, long after peace is established the Gundam Pilots discover one immovable fact: Relationships are hard work.

@janaverse

Stickies form Heero (Ch. 42) https://archiveofourown.org/works/19796581/chapters/56347720

Heero Yuy & Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, 1+2+1, 1x2x1 - Relationship

Get Together, Friendship, Eventual Sap, Eventual Implied Sexual Content, Mentions of Trowa ⋆ Quatre ⋆ Wufei ⋆ Relena ⋆ Sally - for now, Angst

heero and duo are in their mid-20's and are sharing a house. they are both working as preventers, but are not on the same work schedule.

duo initiated this unique form of communication and heero has fully embraced it.

Fanart/Gunpla/Photo Manips:

@2pcb

https://2pcb.tumblr.com/post/614789407717949440/if-its-alright-with-you-can-i-request-trowa-or

WuFei, Heero, & Trowa

@binarytoys

https://binarytoys.tumblr.com/post/614936465228595200

Leo, gunpla

@deathofakuna

https://deathofakuna.com/post/614569779412582400/wing-zero

Wing Zero

@drawingplastered

https://drawingplastered.tumblr.com/post/614891383342415872/my-participation-in-the-gundamzine-it-was-great

25th Anniversary babies! (or oldies in this case <3)

@grey-sentry

https://grey-sentry.tumblr.com/post/614771208554184704/since-gundam-wing-turns-25-today-im-gonna-share

25th Anniversary boys!

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/614810271462178816/oh-hi-i-come-bearing-content-heres-my-shit-i

Zine Works - All the cuties.

@guttersblessing

https://guttersblessing.tumblr.com/post/614889648762880000/i-also-did-a-sticker-sheet-for-gundamzine-it

Zine Works

https://guttersblessing.tumblr.com/post/614889435945926656/for-gundam-wings-25th-anniversary-i-took-part-in

Zine Works

@gwkimmy

https://gwkimmy.tumblr.com/post/614797022889984000/asdjlaskjdlksajf-i-spent-too-much-time-on-this-lol

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, manip

HamletMachine

https://twitter.com/Hamlet_Machine/status/1245003275797135360

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

@hiddenmangaka

https://hiddenmangaka.tumblr.com/post/615067652830986240/grocery-shopping-with-the-gundam-boys-attempt-1

Grocery Shopping with the G-Boys - Heero Yuy, Attempt 1

@kaiser-dracon

https://kaiser-dracon.tumblr.com/post/614804412813213696/mobile-suit-gundam-wing-top-players-gundam-wing

Wing Zero, Epyon, Tallgeese - gunpla

@ksam7

https://ksam7.tumblr.com/post/614725326366490624

Duo Maxwell

@lemontrash

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/614799547879784448/this-is-the-vector-art-i-did-for-the-front-cover

Zine Work

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/615071326954307584/i-cannot-draw-mecha-not-in-a-month-of-sundays-so

Gundam, manips

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/615161818018627584/so-fun-story-when-i-was-first-playing-around

Zine Works

@lokineko

https://lokineko.com/post/614764732354854912/some-gundam-wing-wips-for-the-anniversary

25th Anniversary boys, wip

https://lokineko.com/post/614839063093100544/this-is-the-piece-i-did-for-gundamzines-rhythm

Zine Work

https://lokineko.com/post/614929671580270592/this-is-my-piece-for-gundamzine-s-bonus-zine-for

Zine Work

@nevs-sketchbook

https://nevs-sketchbook.tumblr.com/post/614950453149630464/more-gundam-doodles-featuring-trowa-being-a

Trowa, Quatre, & Cathy - Tro’s NB adventures.

@noromax

https://noromax.tumblr.com/post/614689026855862272/25th

25th Anniversary boys!

@seitou

https://seitou.tumblr.com/post/614818666923671552/finally-free-to-release-these-out-into-the-world

Zine Works - the G-boys bein’ awesome.

@tatakaumono

https://tatakaumono.tumblr.com/post/614749458100584448/operation-meteor-happy-25th-anniversary

25th Anniversary - Operation Meteor

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/614602092903006208/spaceheart-quatre-not-really-explained-here

Quatre ‘space heart’s Heero.

Head Canons:

@scarletlegionnaire

https://scarletlegionnaire.tumblr.com/post/614574488122736640/random-headcanon-of-1920s-noir-detective-quatre

Noir Detective Quatre

https://scarletlegionnaire.tumblr.com/post/614591278935605248/mandalorian-gundam-wing-crossover

Mandalorian Crossover

Fandom Discourse:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/614648010876567552/epithets-the-pros-and-pitfalls

Writing advice - Epithets

@lemontrash

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/614675005827072000/heero-i-want-to-do-something-nice-for-relena-but

Heero & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/615059988632698880/quatre-i-almost-got-surprise-adopted-yesterday

Quatre, Zayeed, & Iria

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/614946664989573120/quatre-i-really-dislike-snow-quatre-its-like

Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/614493662104190976/trowa-so-i-found-a-foolproof-method-of

Trowa, WuFei, & Duo

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation: Shooting Stars, Celebrating 25 Years of Gundam Wing

https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/614746696097939456/zines-are-away-thats-right-folks-if-you

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, April 17th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/615108959259492352/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-april

If anyone has ideas for prompts, PLEASE send them in! Our ask box is always open.

In need of SPRING prompts!

With the tumblr queue not working correctly... these may run out at the end of the month...

@memoriesofgundamwing

30 Day Challenge!

Day 5 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614558663429996544/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-5

Day 6 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614647672163483648/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-6

Day 7 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614754284780814336/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-7

Day 8 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614824886163079168/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-8

Day 9 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/614909458720669696/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-9

Day 10 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/615021784539021312/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-10

Day 11 Prompt https://memoriesofgundamwing.tumblr.com/post/615114288958406656/30-day-gundam-wing-challenge-day-11

@thisweekingundamwing

V_V I’m sorry, y’all had to see that. Lol https://thisweekingundamwing.tumblr.com/post/615214648773558272/thisweekingundamwing-motherfuckingchrist-it-says

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #5-11 April 2020

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heads-in-the-clouds-spacecadet · 4 years

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When asked to write a daily diary for anxiety management.

Here are a few days example....

Sunday 24th

Mood/anxiety = numb.

Additional meds =8mg of diazipam.

My whole body aches yet it shouldn't. My stomach is growling yet i feel physically sick.

Things i ask myself....

Q.1 Will i leave my safe space, weighted blanket & mountain of pillows?

A.1 NO.

Q.2 Will i manage my yoga routine

A.2 NO

Reasons....Why

I feel exhausted even though ive not been outside since Thursday. I just want the aching to subside the pain to leave. My jaw is clenched closed making eating an ordeal. I know this needs to be done.

The dread of what passive aggressive message/s ill receive today either in person or written either way im struggling to motivate myself to move.

The Internet has been blocked for nearly a wk now. But i just let it slide as the saying goes choose your arguements "wifi is not the hill i want to die on" quote from TBBT. I hear Luke (my brother) is now in his bedroom and his door is closed. He has been banging around the house sending passive aggressive messages (sms) since 4am. My belongings that i left downstairs were thrown into my room. I'm nervous to leave my room till i know he is asleep.

Flashback/negative thoughts....

1. How can my baby brother be an emotional manipulator.

2. Last time i had to justify my everymove i was in Portugal in a very bad relationship.

*****Ways im looking to excuse his behaviour. Find the cause to my sudden crash of low mood aka depression with a nice battle of anxiety.

---Logically i know its not the same.

---Emotionally it hurts the same.

The way he looks at me with disgust, resentment & impatience is the trigger. I realise this. How someone you love can make you feel this way.

Solution: i decide to find a solution to the sudden conflict of money and i know there is a receipt in the car. I go to the normal place the keys are kept and theyre no where to be found. I look in all the obvious logical places they could be and realise theyre hidden by my loving brother. His Reasons, 1-to stop me buying shit (his words). 2. He has decided its his house, his car so therefore his rules. (Its all my mums btw)

As im downstairs i notice the kitchen is a mess. Pots all over from a feast Luke cooked up the night before. Or should i say 2am.

So i feel defeated. Ive basically been cleaning non stop everytime i use a room as per gov guidelines and he just doesnt seem to comprehend the severity of the situation.

I decide i need to eat. So i opt for Shreddies with Oat Milk (Luke has a serious milk allergy to the milk proteins in cows milk so im not fussed about milk and am happy to use alternatives) topped with vanilla soya yogurt, bannana, a few cranberries, 3 strawberries, sultanas and crushed Almonds. My logical brain is telling me eat well as we are not leaving the bedroom again unless desperate.

I send a few messages to the family whats app (Luke refuses to be a part of this) and receive encouraging and support in return. Everyone is struggling in their own way so i appreciate having a small outlet between us all.

After food i sleep finally.

Trying now to Ready myself for round 2 which i know is coming.

My mum calls i dont want to answer but i do. I explain the situation. She knows, she has dealt with his angry behaviour since he was 11yrs old. She stated she is coming to visit Tuesday as per new gov guidelines and we will meet in the park. She then asks me to pass the phone to Luke which i pointblank refuse. Im not ready for round 2 yet. Especially since he has his own phone he is just not answering making everyone worry about him but he just resents it. Its safe to say im proud i refused to do something. Gold star award ⭐

Monday 25th

Mood/Anxiety - still no change from yesterday but i decide i have to force myself to move. Wash, clean and pack the additional things my mum has requested.

Additional meds - i decided against taking anything today as i need to be clear headed for my appointment Tues and obvs my mums visit.

I check the weather see its a nice day decide washing is task 1. I set a bath running (multi tasking saving time from all the free time) and head downstairs to pop the washing machine on. Before i left my room i checked my phone for messages i have one from my mum telling me she has had words with Luke and that he needs to basically deal with the resentment in a more positive way.

This explains all the banging and loud music yesterday early eve. He decided to actually clean.

Anyhow I head downstairs. Kitchen is clean, messages all wiped from the black board.

I decide i must try and communicate with Luke as we cant take the conflict with us to the park it isnt fair to our mum.

I can hear him moving so send a sms message asking if he wants anything in the oven. No response. ***He did finally get out of bed at 3pm so a peaceful day so far.

I decide food is required. I opt for protein soya burgers x2 with Spinach, tomatos, avacado, sultanas, almond pieces and some crumpets. I sit in the garden to eat.

All washing is out and drying but im to anxiety ridden and unmotivated to enjoy the sunshine.

I head back to my room to sort bits for my mum and throw away my origami collection. It was over taking my room and again causing conflict.

Lukes awake!!!. I decide to say hello. So far so good. He decides to make himself lunch and throws a fit because i ate a £0.45 avocado. I walk away as i know he is just venting and i need to not start the circle of negative thoughts or interactions. This is rewarded with resentment. Luke suddenly decides to do his own washing and cut the grass. Which means my washing is in his way. Before he even starts i am pulling in whats dry mainly because i want to go back to bed and need my bedsheets but also because he wont care if my washing turns green or is damaged. To my delight my sheets are dry but my pjs etc need another 30mins so i leave them whilst i go and make my bed.

Im bellowed at about washing as Luke needs the line. So i head down stairs to reteive the rest of my belongings.

Self soothing thoughts...

Im walking on eggshells trying not to provoke the beast and i need to keep going. Focus on my achievements. I left my room. I cleaned myself, my clothing and my pillow fort which has been my safe zone for the past 4days.

Deep down thought i am disappointed as i know isolation and distancing is not a long turn solution as the yrs pass im becoming more and more isolated and lonely.

Im downstairs again and i ask Luke if he wants anything popping in the oven as i was having toast. He requested 2 burgers and chips but on seperate trays as he was hungry. Easy to do popped into the oven. 40mins later chips are cooked he is plating up and all he says is "why have you cooked so many chips, clearly we now live in a household of wastefulness".

This was the turning point for me id had enough for 1day and just told him to give it a rest and went to my room.

Im dozing with Big Bang on in the backround and Luke is banging on my door. Mums on the phone. Confirming arrangements for tomorrow. I say a few oks with the occasional nod.

I start packing the bits n bobs my mum has asked for and carry then downstairs so theyre ready for the car tomorrow am.

Its PJs and bed time. Luke has other ideas. He is awake and up and about at 4.30am. Having a bath at 5am, doing weights after his bath at 6am then leaves in the car at 7am. He is back around 8am banging has a shower then decides to leave again in the car. He is meant to be house-bound until July 1st. This in itself causes me anxiety as i cant handle watching another member of my family die in front of my eyes.

Thoughts...

Yes this is VERY dramatic. STOP IT BRAIN!

Take precautions all will be ok.

Tuesday 26th

Mood/Anxiety = No change

Additional meds = 4mg diazipam but late afternoon as i couldnt stop shaking and fidgeting.

My mum is coming to visit. Im trying not to think about the fact Luke is out of the house.

We are having a picnic social distancing style.

We head to the coop as Luke has decided even after knowing our mum all his life never be on time, we have to be early. I buy Costa coffee, fresh bread, hummus, bananas, diet coke and some biscuits the nature valley ones theyre really good. Luke doesnt go into the shop I think at least he is listening to some rules. He rolls his eyes as i spray the shopping with dettol spray and use the alcohol hand sanitizer for my hands and door handle etc. I just tell him its how it needs to be done.

We find a perfect parking spot under a bunch of trees. I notice that all the trees are trimmed in a very even shelf across the bottom. It looked like it was designed perfectly for people to walk straight onto the park from the car park without having to fight with tree branches or go around. But in actual fact its the deer. They eat the lower leaves this made me smile and relax for a moment. WIN.

My mum is late so im nervous that she is

1. Stuck somewhere (over reaction)

2. Lost (over reaction)

3. Just running late (normal reaction)

Im a tad fidgety as im aware i have an appointment in 2hrs. Hurry up MOTHER...

I ponder about work and whether or not ill still have a job to return too. Had an email this am stating theyre cutting 200jobs from the team i work in. So not sure if thats a good thing or not. But its also increasing my anxiety as ive read the email and now have a burning desire to do the research to see what my probability of keeping my job will be. Before my brain can go on a major tangent my mum arrives.

Shes brought Oscar (her poodle) he is so excited to see me. And the big hairy fluff ball gave me the biggest snuggles. He has a major Covid hairdoo. My mum doesnt hug me which hurts but i know she cant.

Picnic time. We sit in the middle.of a field away from everyone. Social distancing 10/10. My mum has made me my favourite cakes, rock buns. (Apparently these are a northern thing) but im feeling the love. Its fairly chilled only 1 disagreement with Luke over blinkin avocados.

Im clock checking and aware of impending appointment, im a little (understated) nervous because ive not had positive relationships with therapists or doctors in the past.

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