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httpsleclerc · 1 year ago

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out of the woods

pairing/s: Mick Schumacher x Vettel!Reader, Hanna Vettel (?) x Daughter!Reader, Sebastian Vettel x Daughter!Reader

summary: Romeo and Juliet without the violence and hate but with race car drivers? yeah that seems about right.

cw: nothing much other than a couple suggestive scenes, vettel!reader is a chronic overthinker if you were to squint, not proofread!

w/c: 2.9k words

You weren't quite sure when you had fallen in love with your best friend, but you were sure you could pinpoint it somewhere around the time that him and his sister had tagged along on your family's summer vacation, your father telling you that there, under no circumstances, was there to be any funny business with Mick. Hanna was quick to remind Sebastian that they were 16 once too, and you were the proof of that - It wasn't that your dad regretted having you, no, not at all, it was just that she wished that herself and Sebastian had waited a little bit longer before having children, hence the large age gap between you and your two younger sisters. But you were sure that sometime during your sixteenth summer, you had fallen in love with Mick Schumacher - You had fallen in love with the way that his hand always rested on the small on your back, the way that he leaned over you to reach for something and how he always laughed at you innocently about how small you were in comparison to him.

That night you hoped and prayed to some higher being that it wasn't true that you were indeed falling head over heels in love with your childhood best friend. How were you supposed to admit your feelings for him? What if he didn't feel the same way as you did? You would be throwing away 9 years of friendship all over a silly teenage crush - And it wasn't as if this was just some boy you were friends with at school, this was one of your dad's friends sons, he was your best friend and you were head over fucking heels in love with him.

Hanna knew that something had been bothering you, however - Of course she would, you thought to yourself, she was your best friend (after Mick, of course). The fact that Sebastian and Hanna had you when they were so young meant that you had grown up being extremely close to your mother and father, and it now meant that you struggled to hide anything from either of them, but more specifically your mom, she knew you both inside and out so hiding anything from her was impossible.

"Can I come in?" You heard from the other side of the door, you were lucky that you were able to have your own room at this point, but your two younger sisters shared a room, while Mick and his sister shared a bedroom, meaning that everyone was at least satisfied with where they were sleeping. You thought you would have fallen asleep easily, having lit a candle and having the rain battering against your window - some summer vacation this was turning out to be, you thought to yourself. For some reason however, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. Although you blamed it on the fact your body clock was probably entirely messed up from travelling around so much, deep down you knew it was because your mind was racing with thoughts of your best friend. Thoughts of how he had gotten so much taller over the summer, thoughts of how his hand sometimes would rest sometimes too long on the small of your back, thoughts of - hold on, your mom was outside.

"Yeah, come in," You called back to your mom, turning your phone off and putting it on the bedside stand to charge, shaking yourself of all thoughts of your best friend who you were separated by only a wall. Hanna opened the door to your room and made her way over to your bed, silently motioning for you to budge over so she could sit beside you. "Am I in trouble or something? Because those beers of dads going missing had absolutely nothing to do with me, mama." You were so so confident in thinking that was what your mom wanted that you had just inadvertently snitched on yourself.

"...No, but we'll talk about that later," Hanna laughed as she watched the realisation dawn on your face at the fact you had snitched on yourself. "No, I just wanted to talk to you, your dad just put Emilie and Mathilda down so I thought I'd come see if you were still awake." You smiled as you leaned your head on your moms shoulder, it was rare that you had any moment at all with your family since you had moved up into formula 3 after winning the formula 4 championship last season - Sebastian and Hanna liked to joke that you were driving a kart before you could walk and talk.

"Well, I am," You confirmed to her, just in case she hadn't noticed, and as much as you were tired and need the sleep, you wouldn't miss sitting up and having a girly chat with your mom for anything in the world. "I don't know how you keep up with Emmy and Tilly as well as dad, that like...3 toddlers." The two of you laughed at your joke as you rested your back against the headboard of the bed you sat on. You missed your mom more than anyone when you were gone, more than Mick, but that wasn't the point - No one quite understood you like your mother did.

"So...I saw the way you were looking at Mick earlier," You blushed as your mom nudged your sides, Hanna giggling at the way you became all sheepish and blush - she knew you were in deep for the young Schumacher. "Aww, you have a little crush on him!"

"No! No I do not!" You defended yourself poorly, you knew it was a poor attempt since your mom burst out laughing at you for it. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do, but I can't do anything about it because if I do he might not feel the same way about me and then I just make things weird and we stop being friends and then-"

"Please take a breath, honey," Hanna cut your rambling off, fearing that if you kept going that you would run out of breath and pass out. "If he doesn't like you back, then he's an idiot, okay? You're funny, and you're beautiful - He'd need to be an idiot to not love you," Your mom assured you, holding your head as you leaned on her shoulder. "I just can't believe that you might have your first boyfriend," She smiled almost sadly. "I wish you had stayed as my tiny baby girl forever but I guess you had to grow up at some point, and now you're this talented double of your dad who I feel like I know less and less everyday but I somehow still know everything about." You sighed as you laid down beside your mom, shifting down so you could lay your head in her lap which was covered by the duvet which you both lay under.

Everyone assumed that since you followed in his footsteps that you were a daddy's girl, but you were your mama's girl through and through, and you could almost feel any stress or tension exit your body as soon as she started threading her fingers through your hair.

"What do I do, mama?" You asked Hanna, remaining in the same position as thoughts of Mick's varying reactions ran through your head - would he admit that he felt the same as you did all along? Would he be mad at you for ruining your friendship? Would he laugh at you and call you an idiot for thinking that anyone as handsome as he was could ever, ever love you? Hanna let out a heavy sigh as she continued to run her fingers through your hair.

"I think you should tell him, baby, you know that your dad will definitely have some...stern words with him if he makes you upset." In some way, you thought you would be able to blame your mom, since it was her that had gotten you and Mick introduced in the first place.

Sometime in 2006

You wandered around the F1 paddock, your tiny heart almost beating out of your chest as you called out for your mother, only to be met with the roaring of the engines of the cars which surrounded you seemingly at all times. You held tightly onto your beloved blanket, white and adorned with a print of small bees all over the fluffy piece of fabric which smelled like your mother, hence the reason you clung to it so tightly.

"Mama?!" You called out for her, your voice breaking as you came to the overwhelming conclusion that you were lost forever and would never see your parents again - Hanna did say that you got your dramatics from Sebastian. You sat down as you became so overwhelmed with emotion, breaking down into tears as you clutched your blanket in your small hands and continuing to cry your little eyes out.

You were sobbing so hard, you barely registered the man in a bright red suit crouch down in front of you, gently reaching out for you so's not to frighten or disturb you since you already appeared to be significantly stressed out.

"Hey," The man gently shushed you as you tentatively took the hand he held out for you, he made that sure you didn't drop your beloved blankie - judging by the grip you held onto the fabric with, it clearly meant a lot to you. "It's okay, just take a big deep breath," He tried his best to soothe you, but it seemingly worked as your sobs died down to mere sniffles. "There you go, you're okay, yeah?" You sniffled and nodded in response to the mans question, as you tried your hardest to remember where you had seen his face before. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"I lost my mama and I dunno where she is," You told him, a pout forming on your face as tears once again flooded your eyes and threatened to spill over. "And I dunno where my daddy's garage is." Okay, that gave him more to work with.

"Do you know which team he is with? Then we can go to the garage together and maybe your mama will be there," He asked you, smiling in relief as he knew now that he'd be able to get you back to your parents safely.

"Yeah, the one with the blue and white circle," You told him, you didn't quite remember the name but with the information of the logo, he knew where to take you and who you belonged to. Micheal held your hand as he led you to the BMW Sauber garage, where your mother and father could be heard bickering over whose fault it was that you were now missing. "Mama!" Hanna turned quickly as she heard you call out for her, quickly crouching down to hold you in her arms tightly.

"There you are! You scared me, Y/N!" Hanna lifted you up and held you at her hip, holding you tightly as though if she held you any less you would suddenly go missing again. Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his friend had returned you safely - meaning that he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch for losing you. 'Thank you so much for bringing her back." Hanna thanked Michael, who smiled and waved her off as a response

"It's fine, really. My son Mick wanders off all the time so it's a normal occurrence for us at this this point," Michael smiled as he thought of his son. "Maybe they could be friends, at least then they would be wandering off together."

current day

You groaned quietly as you started waking up, the Swiss sun streaming through the gap where your curtains didn't quite meet. Turning on your side, you smiled to yourself as Mick slept peacefully beside you, his arm around your bare waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"Stop watching me, schatz," Mick grumbled sleepily, a small yet tired smile coming to his face as he heard you giggling to yourself, he could listen to your laugh for hours and hours on a repeat loop - He wasn't sure when he had fallen in love with you so hard.

"You watch me sleep all the time before you go to the gym in the morning, so it's only fair," You countered his argument with your own, placing a small kiss on his lips as he hummed in response to your argument.

"Oh yeah? And how would you know if you're asleep?" He chuckled as he saw the realisation on your face and the pout that followed, God, you were so adorable. "Good morning, Meine Liebe." You grinned as you looked at Mick, carefully studying every feature on his face, just in case he ever disappeared from your grasp, not that you would ever let him, of course.

"Good morning, Micky," You laughed once again as Mick groaned as you used the nickname you had been using for Mick since you were both small children. You smiled as you placed a small kiss on his lips and you hummed contentedly as he returned the favour, his tongue smoothly sliding into your mouth at the first opportunity. You giggled as Mick moved you so you were straddling him, wearing nothing but an oversized Mercedes T-Shirt, his oversized Mercedes t-shirt, something you knew that if anyone saw you in, would get you in hot water with Horner.

As you continued your early morning make out session, you felt Mick's large hands rest on your hips, bunching up the t-shirt just below your boobs. Your hands made their way to Mick's hair, gently tugging as he bucked his hips up to yours. It seemed that everything was going your way, before your bedroom door burst open and you were quick to roll off of Mick, pulling his t-shirt back down to cover you and covering the two of you with your duvet.

"Good morning, you two," Your dad greeted the two of you as he made his way into your bedroom, you swore he'd become a bigger pest now that he was retired and was around all the time. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything important in here." Sebastian grinned as he knew that he was winding you up and you were falling for it, you rolled your eyes and groaned in response to his antics and hid your red face in Mick's chest.

"Go away, old man!" Your grumbled words were very clear to your father though your face was hidden in Mick's chest. Sebastian just laughed you off, even though he could hear Hanna's voice in the back of his mind telling him to just wake you and Mick up and not wind you up in the process. Mick also laughed as he put his arm around you, finding it adorable how easily embarrassed you got despite the fact that the two of you had been together since you were teenagers.

"Okay okay, well your mother sent me up here to tell you that breakfast is going to be ready in 15 minutes if you're going to be joining us," Sebastian informed you, finally getting to his point and seemingly leaving the two of you to get ready, until he turned around and pointed at both you and Mick. "And no more funny business between you two, I was 16 when I was a dad, I don't want to be a grandpa at this age."

"DAD!" You groaned as you threw your pillow at him, Sebastian grinning as he dodged your toss and laughing as he shut the door of your bedroom. "God, he's been such a nuisance since he retired, I don't know how mama puts up with him." You complained to Mick, the two of you rolling out of bed.

"I dunno, love, you do make it pretty easy to get you all wound up," Mick defended his mentor and friend, but quickly took it back when he seen the glare that you were giving him. "I-I mean, I know he was so out of line for that." He feared his reflexes weren't as finely attuned as your dad's appeared to be and it felt too early for you to be throwing projectiles at his head.

"Yeah I thought so, I was very nearly taking back your bedtime privileges." You joked with him, watching his jaw drop in fake offence at your empty threat.

"That's just a lie because then you wouldn't be limping like you are right now," He smiled as you furrowed your eyebrows and pouted.

"Oh yeah, I wonder who's fault that is, Micky."

"You weren't complaining last night."

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danieyells · 2 months ago

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I don't go here re: tdb but why is Sinostra on probation? And how long have they been trying to get off of it?

So in the prologue Taiga(captain of Sinostra) injures the player character. Shortly following this Romeo(vice captain of Sinostra) uses some very aggressive methods to try and collect a debt, and then uses a smoke bomb inside the main school building which covers everyrhing in purple soot and tries to shoot the PC's finger off to get the valuable ring she was wearing(which they were trying to collect to return after it escaped but it got stuck on her.)

Romeo is caught by the Chancellor who puts Sinostra on probation primarily due to Taiga's bad behavior(going back before the PC's injury, as he's constantly destroying and consuming anomalies rather than capturing them alongside his. . .extensive disciplinary record) and Romeo's aggression and making a mess(Romeo would also likely have a disciplinary record but he's having it covered up I believe.)

SKIP FORWARD TO EPISODE 8. Hyde(Sinostra's advisor) gives Sinostra a mission which he says their success in will allow them to be removed from probation. In the end, in order to protect the group and get them out of a building that was magically sealed shut due to his greed, Romeo uses his stigma(the ability that one gets from making a deal with a demon and surviving, Romeo's is to make things into bombs) to blow up the stolen goods he was trying to take out of the building.

Romeo's stigma makes the explosions he creates more powerful based on how attached he is to the object he's throwing/blowing up. Romeo is extremely greedy and the (fake, illusionary) goods he unfairly gained would have (theoretically) been valuable, so understandably the explosion was huge and not only destroyed the anomalies about to attack them but brought the building down on them.

Anomalies are basically anything that defies 'common sense'--supernatural stuff. The public isn't supposed to know about them or the work that Darkwick and the Anomalous Investigation Institute do. So the fact that Romeo brought down a huge building in a big loud explosion couldn't be covered up. As a result of giving the Institute more work by creating a hard to explain situation, their probation was extended.

Also the fact that Taiga ate the anomaly, making it impossible to study it further, didn't help either.

And so they've been on probation since the start of the school year around eeeh six months ago in game. Probation just means no off campus missions except what's specially assigned to them, but because higher grade students(especially ghouls) usually get their credits from doing missions this severely impedes their advancement(and prevents Romeo from making money!)

And so this episode(16) they're going to ✨training camp✨, presumably once again being told by Hyde that they can lift their probation if they do well. But based on that Romeo is wondering if he's putting his trust in the right person I wonder if he's starting to suspect Hyde is being dishonest. . .but we'll see what happens in about two hours!!

Hopefully that answers your question lol

#tokyo debunker #danie yells at tokyo debunker #fandomfail #SINOSTRA IS GOING THROUGH IT THEY HAVE A LOT OF PROBLEMS LOL

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elfwitchtrickster · 11 months ago

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Literature Lovers - Loki Fluff Oneshot

Summary: Both Loki and the reader are huge fans of modern literature, they end up bonding over classic books, movies and even essays

(Mentions of Harry Potter and Shakespeare)

Y/N - Your name

H/L - hair length

H/C - hair colour

H/P/H - your Harry Potter house

"Hi Loki"

"Hey Loki"

"Whatcha reading?"

That was where this had all started. When Tony Stark's new intern had arrived the compound Loki paid no mind to her. As far as he was concerned she was just another annoying (change that word) Midgardian. But as time passed he found himself being more intrigued by the young girl. She had H/L, H/C hair that fell perfectly over her head and was always curious and interested in whatever activity Mr Stark was engaging in.

Unlike the rest of the team, except for that insistent spider boy, she greeted him whenever they ended up in the same room, despite his less than enthusiastic responses each time. Over time her greetings became longer, asking him how he was or frequently commenting on the book he was reading. He always had a book, no matter where he was. Loki had seen her from time to time in the library where she always sat in the same spot right in the corner, nestled in a cosy reading nook.

When he realised that like the spider boy, she was not going to give up, he went beyond tolerating her to actually answering her in detail when she asked for his thoughts about his latest book. And so began a series of exchanges each no longer than 20 minutes in length, yet after every one Loki longed for another.

"Hey Loki"

"Lady Y/N" he spoke smoothly. She plopped down next to him on the couch. He glanced at the clock against the wall and realised that her shift with Stark must be over. "How was serving the man of iron?" He asked casually, not that he cared about the answer. She smirked at the name but said truthfully "it was fine, just watched him work on his suits mostly" Loki nodded in response.

"How goes Romeo and Juliet" she asked, peeking at the book that lay in his lap. "It's very well written but I find myself being frustrated at the stupidity of the children" he said with a laboured sigh. This made Y/N laugh. "Yeah that's kind of the biggest criticism of it, everyone thinks it's this tragic, romantic story when really it's just about two reckless (change word) teenagers" she said. Loki hummed his agreement.

"You know if you like the way this is written I have another book you may like" she said. Loki's eyebrow quirked showing a sign of interest. "Oh really?" He questioned. "Yeah, let's go" she replied walking off without waiting for his answer. Loki hurried to follow her as she snaked through the compounds many corridors.

At last she reached her destination, entering the wide double doors that was the library. She ran past many shelves before stopping at one, she combed the lines of books carefully from floor to ceiling before turning to the next aisle, eventually two aisles later she called out to Loki. "Here" she exclaimed dragging over a chair and then climbing upon it to reach a book on a higher shelf. "I could've gotten it for you" he said watching the mortal strain herself on her tippy toes. "Yes but why inconvenience a god" she said with a small smirk. Loki was taken aback but revelled in her boldness. It had been ages since someone other than Thor had jested with him and believe me, Thor is not an expert in jesting.

"Well what is this tale" he said taking the book in his hands. It was heavy and a little worn, the dark cover had crinkles along the spine and a couple bent pages. "The lord of the rings" she said and Loki looked up at her quizzically. "A king with rings?" He asked dumbfounded. "You could find that anywhere couldn't you" he said but Y/N didn't hear over her laughter. "No" she giggled. "It's about this magical ring and a group of people who have to destroy it before it curses the land" she said. "I see" he said turning it over hesitantly. "I know it doesn't sound like much but I think you'll really like it, it's got complex writing like Shakespeare but it's a little more modern" she added. The god of mischief still looked unsure.

"Just try it" she said pressing the book into his chest. Then she turned on her heel and walked out of the library leaving Loki with his new reading material. After a moment of pondering he shrugged and settled himself into an armchair at the back of the library.

The next time Loki saw Y/N he was eager to tell her about the book, even calling out to her first, before she could greet him. "Miss Y/N" he called and Y/N turned to see him gesturing over excitedly. "Hey Loki" she said, surprised by his sudden and newfound enthusiasm. "You know you can just call me Y/N right" she said with a small smile. "I can but my mother taught me to be a gentleman" he said nonchalantly. "Your recommendation was excellent, Mr Tolkien's work is certainly admirable" he said looking down at the book in awe.

"I thought you'd like it" she said with a chuckle. "I loved reading it for the first time, except for the endless pages describing trees" she said and Loki did something she never expected, he laughed. And not a sly sneer or a jeering snicker but a genuine laugh. "Yes he does drone on at times" he said smiling at her. "Well I've got to go, Mr Stark needs me back in the lab soon but we can chat more tonight yeah?" She said, once again hurrying off before he could answer. "Yeah" he said quietly and settled back into the couch with a soft sigh.

Loki and Y/N chatted over many books, Y/N was eager to know what Loki's first impressions of each book and character was and Loki was just as eager to talk about it. He had never had a friend to engage with about literature, let alone someone who was as passionate as Y/N was about it.

This evenings conversation revolved around their favourite books, Loki was currently telling Y/N about his favourite tale in the Asgardian library.

"It's wonderful really, it's highly engaging and it's impeccably written, I stayed up all night to read it when I was younger" he said with a nostalgic smile. By now Y/N had grown used to his smile, enjoying (change word) the way his lips turned up at the end and his eyes softened. What she hadn't yet noticed was that his eyes only softened for her.

"There were many other tales I enjoyed as a child. Looking back at them, they weren't critically the best but there is something lovely about childhood stories" he said and Y/N agreed thoughtfully. "Say, what is your favourite book Lady Y/N" Loki asked curiously. "Oh it's not that good" she laughed "just an enjoyable one from my childhood" she said with a fond smile. "If you don't mind I'd like to hear about it" he said leaning in slightly.

Y/N had also grown used to his kind words and couldn't fathom how the gentle creature in front of her had been the same one who terrorised New York all those years ago. Whenever she was with him Loki was polite and kind, if not a bit cheeky.

So Y/N began her long spiel about her favourite book, telling Loki about the plot and her favourite characters but being careful not to spoil anything. The whole time Loki listened intently, focusing on her every word with interest. "I must say, Lady Y/N, I am intrigued, it must be a rather good book if it is favoured by someone such as yourself" he said. "Oh" she said letting out a breath, Loki's subtle compliments always seemed to flatter her to the point of flustering. "I mean it is really good but it's a children's book" she said.

"I'd like to read it" Loki said with a determined smile. "You don't have to" she answered quickly. "No, you have been kind enough to recommend me books and give me someone to talk to about them. I would like to see what you love, even if it is meant for children" he said with a sincere smile. "Okay I'll see if there's a copy in the library after work" she said with a wide grin. "I look forward to it" Loki said. "But until then, I take my leave" he said standing up and brushing off his cape swiftly. "Lady Y/N" he said, placing a small kiss on her hand. It left the girl all fuzzy and warm as she traced over the place his lips had touched. As she too left the room, she tried to hide her rosy pink cheeks.

A few nights later Loki came striding up to where she sat by the kitchen island, clutching a steaming mug of hot chocolate. "Lady Y/N, Harry Potter is positively incredible" he said setting the book down on the countertop. Only it wasn't the first book as Y/N had expected but the second in the Harry Potter series.

"You're already on the second book?" She exclaimed in surprise. I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to read Philosopher's Stone and I finished it by morning" he said with a triumphant smile. "And you liked it?" "I did, oh it was wonderful! The words are simple yet her world is extraordinary, the story was quite addictive" he said paging through the second book. Y/N's eyes shone with happiness which did not go unnoticed by the god. "So this morning I went to the library to get the second"He said showing her the book and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Ahhh! Chamber of secrets is my favourite one" she said excitedly "how far have you read?" Loki talked about it in detail and Y/N grew happier with each word. "Oh my god but wait what did you think about the first one?"

And so began their longest conversation yet, extending late into the night when the other Avengers started complaining about the noise throughout dinner. "We'll talk about it more tomorrow" she said, finally tossing her mug in the sink. "Oh but I'm so glad you liked it" she said and on impulse she rounded the corner of the kitchen island and threw her arms around Loki, engulfing him in a hug. The god of mischief was so shocked he didn't move for a moment, but quickly recovered and placed his hands around her tentatively. She let go and said goodnight to the other avengers before hurrying up the staircase to her room.

At the dining table the superheroes were whispering to each other. "Did she just hug Loki?" "And he hugged back!" "He didn't try to stab her or anything"

They all looked at him astounded, but Loki was too busy, buried in his book, or so it seemed. Really the god of mischief was hiding a smile as he replayed their moment in his head.

The next day at lunch Y/N walked up to Loki. "Hi Loki" she said and was greeted as usual. "Guess what, I had an amazing idea" she said, she was almost about to burst with excitement. "Oh yes?" He asked feigning coolness, he had grown to love her excited displays and the way he longed her to tell him what had made her so joyful. "Now that you've read the first Harry Potter book you can watch the movie, and I was wondering if you wanted to watch it with me!" She said happily, trying to hide her nervousness.

While she had been friendly with the god before, never had she been so bold in assuming they were close enough friends to watch a movie and part of her was scared Loki would scoff in disbelief. "I'd love to" he said, failing to hide the smile that had appeared on his face. "Yayyy" she cried practically jumping up and down in her excitement. Loki pretended to be annoyed "Yes I shall tolerate some odd Midgardian entertainment for one night" he said with his signature smirk. "I'll see you tonight then" she said. Loki smiled contentedly, watching her skip off to wherever Stark was.

That night Loki heard a quiet knock at his door. "Come in" he said smoothing out his hair in the mirror across from his bed. Y/N entered in her pyjamas holding drinks and a bucket of popcorn. "Hiiii" she said carefully setting the food down on his bedside table. Now that she was nearer Loki noticed a pattern on her pyjama pants. "Great Asgard, are you wearing Harry Potter pyjamas" he asked incredulously. Y/N answered sheepishly "What, I thought I'd stay in theme" she said showing off her H/P/H pants. "Hmm" Loki said before waving his hand. A shower of green covered his body before fading away leaving the god with an elegant Slytherin ensemble.

She chuckled before settling in beside Loki. The evening was spent laughing and gasping at every plot twist even though both knew what was coming. Loki enjoyed secretly watching her reactions at pivotal points of the movie. Once the end credits had played Loki and Y/N burst into discussion covering everything from his favourite scene to Draco Malfoy's hairstyle choices. Y/N talked until her mouth hurt and smiled until her cheeks hurt, Loki could not remember the last time he was this happy.

The pair talked and talked, each to focused on each other to notice the numbers on the clock rapidly ticking by, until suddenly it was 4 am and neither had gotten a wink of sleep. "I'll see you tomorrow Loki" she said climbing out of his bed. "Wait" he called out to her. It took him a moment to say his next words. "I truly enjoyed this night with you, I don't remember the last time I was this happy" he said swallowing nervously. "Me too" she said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Goodnight Loki" she whispered. "Goodnight Lady Y/N" he said as she crept out of his room.

The next morning Y/N yawned widely as she swirled her cup of coffee. "Whoa you look terrible" Tony said as he walked behind her turning on the coffee machine. "Gee thanks" she said sarcastically. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked leaning against the countertop. "No I was up until four with Loki" she said rubbing her tired eyes. "Oh okay don't need to know about your intimate activities with reindeer games I just wa-" "what no, n0" Y/N cut him off when she realised what her words sounded like. "We were just talking about Harry Potter" she explained. "Yeah you don't need to make excuses" Stark said walking off, leaving Y/N to think about last nights activities with a smile.

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southtopaz · 6 months ago

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PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of blood, violence, swearing, mention of death, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: +6k

A/n: this part will follow the events of Scream 6 but it will take place two years later from Scream 5. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

That night, the air in Sam, Tara, and Iris's apartment was thick with tension as they settled in together. They had all agreed to stay in their apartment and spend the night together under the guise of safety in numbers, but Iris couldn't shake the feeling that it was also a way to keep tabs on one another. Trust felt fragile, and she found herself scanning the room for suspects.

In the kitchen, the atmosphere shifted to a quieter, more intimate space. Iris and Tara stood side by side, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, their movements synchronized. The silence between them was comfortable yet charged.

"Wanna try this?" Iris asked playfully, dipping a spoon into the simmering sauce and holding it out towards Tara. Their eyes locked as Tara leaned in, accepting the offering. The moment lingered, until Tara finally looked away, her cheeks flushed.

"It's good," Tara said softly. Iris smiled, that small, genuine smile that made Tara's stomach flutter.

"I think you should get out of the city," Tara suggested, her brow furrowing in concern.

"Already tired of me?" Iris teased, but her heart sank at the thought.

"I would never get tired of you," Tara muttered. "It's just... after everything that happened last time, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go."

Iris paused, the weight of Tara's words settling in. "Look, Tara, do you want me gone?"

The question hung in the air like a challenge, and Tara's eyes widened. "Iris..."

"Do you want me to stay away from you?" Iris stepped closer, invading the space between them.

"No, of course not! But I just want you safe," Tara replied, her voice trembling slightly.

"Well, I want you safe too and I want to be right beside you."

Tara's expression shifted, a mix of fear and urgency. "There's someone trying to kill us,"

"I don't care," Iris shook her head. "You have to be insane if you think anything could pull me away from you."

"You can't say things like that,"

"Why not?"

Tara took a step back, breaking the charged space between them. "You know why," she said, her voice trembling as she turned to face the countertop, her back to Iris.

"What...?"" Iris pressed, feeling the ache of uncertainty.

"Would you two just make out already!" Mindy shouted, exasperation evident in her voice.

"The fuck, Mindy?" Iris replied, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at Tara, who looked equally flustered.

Mindy strode into the kitchen, her energy filling the space. "Seriously, just get over it!" Tara, trying to diffuse the tension, said, "I have to talk to Sam. Be right back," before she patted Iris's arm affectionately. Iris watched Tara leave, a longing ache settling in her chest.

"What was that all about?" Mindy pressed, her eyes narrowing on Iris.

"What?" Iris asked, trying to focus on pouring the sauce into the pan, as if that could distract her from the heat in her cheeks.

"You know, that whole Romeo and Juliet shit I just witnessed," Mindy raised an eyebrow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Iris insisted, her voice slightly higher than usual.

Mindy groaned, frustration bubbling to the surface. After ensuring they were alone, she reached over and turned off the stove, prompting Iris to protest.

"Hey! I was cooking!"

"Don't care. We need an intervention here. You're really pissing me off," Mindy shot back, her voice firm.

"I didn't do anything! What the—" Iris began, but Mindy cut her off.

"Iris, I've been holding back on this because I hoped you'd figure it out yourself, but since apparently you have absolutely no brain cells in that pretty head of yours, it's time someone tells you the truth."

"Tell me what?"

"You like her. You like Tara," Mindy stated bluntly.

"What? No, I don't!" Iris stammered, embarrassment washing over her.

"For the past two years, I've seen you look at her like she's everything you've ever wanted," Mindy continued, her tone shifting to one of sincerity. "You literally have heart eyes when you talk to her."

"I don't like her like that! Absolutely not! What the hell?"

Mindy rolled her eyes, clearly frustrated with her friend's denial. "You hate dancing, yet you danced with her the other day. You hate horror movies, but you watch one with her every Friday night just because it's Tara's favorite thing. You hold her hand whenever you get the chance, and you remember every little detail about her. You might think nobody notices, but I see how you can't tear your gaze away from her when she isn't looking."

Mindy stepped closer, her grip firm on Iris's shoulders as if to ground her in reality. "She's the only one who brings a genuine smile to your face. You get all giddy and blushy when she pays attention to you, and let's not even talk about the jealousy when someone else tries to get close to her."

"So yeah, you don't just like her; you're in love with her," Mindy concluded, her voice softening.

"What?! I'm not! I..." Iris protested, her heart racing at the accusation.

"And honestly, it's getting embarrassing at this point. We're all waiting for one of you to make a move, but you're both acting like complete idiots" Mindy added, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Wait, both of us?" Iris asked, realization dawning on her.

"Iris, you're so oblivious. That poor girl could tell you she loves you and wants to marry you, and you'd still think she means it platonically," Mindy said, shaking her head in disbelief at her friend's stupidity "Tara has literally been waiting for you to do something for years. The fact that she's still waiting just shows how much she wants you,".

"You think she likes me? There's no way," Iris said, her disbelief palpable.

"Dude, why do you think I gave you the idea to write that letter to express your feelings?" Mindy asked, her tone serious. "Because I knew it was the only way you'd actually make a move, and she was obviously going to say yes, I wasn't going to set you up for failure"

"You don't know that," Iris replied, her voice tinged with doubt.

"Then why do you think Amber took that letter away and sent that text to separate you two? She knew that if Tara had gotten that letter, you would've never dated her. It was the only way she had to make you notice her".

"And look I'm not saying you didn't love Amber because unfortunately I know you did but you never unfell for Tara and now you finally have a chance to do something". Mindy urged, her expression softening. "I know a part of you is still afraid, but this is Tara we're talking about. The girl you spent most of your childhood being in love with, and she is also the one that spent all of that time loving you back. So could you please, for the love of God, do something about it? I just want you to be happy, and, okay, I may also want to win the bet Sam and I have going on."

"You guys have a fucking bet?" Iris asked, eyes wide with surprise.

"Can't tell you," Mindy replied, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"You just did," Iris shot back, crossing her arms.

"Did I?"

"I can't believe you guys have a bet, people are dying out here," Iris said, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

"Still not an excuse for being a pussy" Mindy countered, giving Iris a light shove. "Make me proud, bestie. She's on the terrace."

With each step toward the terrace, Iris's heart raced. The conversation with Mindy echoed in her mind, pushing her forward. Iris felt a whirlwind of emotions stirring inside her, a mix of nervousness and disbelief that left her momentarily breathless. She had long acknowledged her feelings for Tara, yet the thought that Tara might share those feelings was something she never dared to entertain, but now that very possibility was all she could think about.

"Hey," she finally managed to say, her voice almost a whisper.

Tara jumped, placing a hand over her chest, her eyes wide with surprise. "Jesus, you scared me!"

Iris laughed softly. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." She took a step closer, her pulse quickening with each moment spent in Tara's presence. "I came to let you know that food will be ready in a little bit."

Tara smiled, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Iris tried to sound casual, but her mouth betrayed her.

"You just look a little... weird, that's all."

"You calling me ugly?" Iris teased, the playful banter a welcome distraction.

"Never! You could never be ugly, believe me," Tara replied, patting Iris's arm affectionately. Before Iris could think better of it; she caught Tara's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers with a tenderness that sent a jolt of warmth through her.

"Your fingers are cold," Iris noted, suddenly aware of a slight tremor running through Tara's form. "Are you cold?"

"Mm, yeah," Tara whispered, her cheeks flushed with something more than just the chill in the air.

Without thinking, Iris pulled her closer, wrapping her arms around her in a warm embrace. "Is this okay?" she asked softly.

"Definitely," Tara replied, her voice muffled against Iris's shoulder. They held each other for what felt like an eternity, and Iris couldn't resist the urge to gaze at Tara. She ran her fingers through Tara's hair, tracing the gentle arch of her cheekbones, her eyes staring at the constellation of freckles that danced across her nose.

"Is there something on my face?" Tara asked suddenly, her voice teasing yet curious.

"No, why?" Iris replied, caught off guard.

"I can see you looking at me," a nervous smile blooming on her lips.

"Sorry," Iris whispered, feeling a blush creep into her cheeks. She tried to pull away, but Tara tightened her grip, refusing to let her go.

"Don't be sorry. Just... stay."

"Maybe I just like looking at you," Iris admitted, the words spilling out before she could think better of it.

Tara inhaled sharply, her expression shifting as if she were contemplating something significant. Then, she gently cupped Iris's face, drawing her attention back to her. "You like looking at me?"

"Yeah," Iris said, her heart racing. "I can't help it. You're just so..." She wrapped her arms around Tara's waist, pulling her even closer.

"So?" Tara prompted, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Beautiful." A deep blush spread across Tara's cheeks, illuminating her features in the middle of the night. Iris was mesmerized, her gaze locked onto Tara's captivating eyes, losing herself in their depths.

"Honestly? I think it's time I admitted I like looking at you too," Tara confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?" Iris breathed, a smile forming on her lips.

"I've liked looking at you ever since we were six, so... yeah." The space between them shrank to nothing; they could hear each other's breaths, feel the warmth radiating from their bodies. Iris was acutely aware of how fast her heart was pounding, wondering if maybe Tara could hear it too.

"Tara, I..."

But before Iris could finish her thought, a loud voice broke the moment. "HEY YOU TWO, FOOD IS READY!" Chad's call echoed up the stairs, shattering the delicate bubble they had created.

"You've got to be kidding me," Tara sighed, resting her forehead against Iris's, her breath mingling with Iris's in a way that felt almost sacred. Iris couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling both amused and a little deflated.

"Come on, I'm hungry!" Tara finally disentangled herself from Iris but not before leaning in to plant a quick, lingering kiss on Iris's cheek. The gesture sent a jolt of warmth through the girl, leaving her momentarily frozen in place, her heart fluttering wildly.

"Let's go," Tara said, reaching for Iris's hand, their fingers still intertwined as they made their way downstairs.

In the kitchen, the atmosphere buzzed with the chatter of their friends, Mindy, Chad, and Sam all standing around the table. The three of them noticed their hands together but chose to let it slide without comment, a knowing smile exchanged among them. Iris stood beside Mindy leaning against the countertop, while Tara settled in beside her sister, but not before punching Chad in the arm as she passed.

"Hey, the fuck?" Chad exclaimed, feigning hurt, but Tara just rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"The others?" Iris asked, looking around.

"Quinn's in her room with some boy, and Anika's watching TV," Mindy replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I already left some blankets on the sofa for

you all," Sam said, her voice filled with exhaustion as she reached for a bottle of wine. The strain of the last few days hung heavily on her shoulders, evident in the way her brow furrowed and her movements felt a bit slower.

"We don't have to stay here, you know," Mindy said, trying to keep the mood light, though a hint of worry crept into her voice.

"Well, too bad. I insist. Safety in numbers" Sam replied, her tone leaving little room for argument.

"This'll be so fun!" Chad interjected, a grin spreading across his face. "A little slumber party with the core five!"

"Core five?" Sam asked, her confusion evident as she raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just give us a nickname?" Tara teased, leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed, clearly amused.

"I sure did!" Chad exclaimed, his chest puffed out with pride. "I mean, we've been through a lot together. It's a pretty cool nickname!"

"That's debatable," Sam shot back, a smirk forming as she rolled her eyes.

"Extremely debatable" Tara chimed in.

"C'mon, you bunch of haters! The nickname fucking rocks". Iris laughed, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "Give me five, bro". Chad happily did so.

"You can't just give yourself a nickname, dingus," Mindy protested, shaking her head but unable to hide her smile.

"Of course I can, dingus, because I just did!" Chad insisted, raising his hand expectantly, waiting for everyone to join in. "Core five, up top!"

"Nah," Mindy replied, playfully waving her hand away.

"Get that away from me," Tara said with mock disdain, shaking her head as if Chad had offered her something distasteful.

"Iris, Sam, don't fail me now!" Chad pleaded, eyes wide with faux desperation.

"Come on, Sam, look at his face! How can you say no?" Iris pinched Chad's cheeks, trying to emphasize his supposed cuteness.

"I would like a little more respect and support from my fellow members of the Core Five," Chad huffed dramatically, crossing his arms while pretending to sulk.

Just then, they heard Anika's voice echoing from the hallway. "Guys, what the hell?" she called out, her tone sharp and urgent. The group exchanged quick, concerned glances and without a second thought, they all turned and rushed toward the living room.

"We're hearing from sources inside the homicide division that the prime suspect is none other than Samantha Carpenter, one of the survivors of the Woodsboro killing in 2022, seen here attacking a woman on the street last night."

Sam was quick to mute the television, the noise suddenly feeling overwhelming, and rushed out of the living room, seeking refuge in the kitchen. The other four exchanged worried glances before following her, signaling to Anika to stay put. They couldn't believe that some people would even think Sam was capable of doing something so terrible. The world could be cruel, and right now, Sam was suffering under its weight.

"I know it's tough, but don't listen to those people, Sam. They know nothing". Iris said as she settled down next to her, concern etched on her face. Tara nodded in agreement, moving closer to offer support.

"I know you're not a fan of how I've been handling things, and I get that I've given you a hard time," Tara said, taking Sam's hand in hers. "But I can say that none of us can relate to what you are experiencing." Sam turned to her sister, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"And I'm really sorry that you have to do that alone," Tara continued softly.

"It's not your fault," Sam replied, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I know I shouldn't care about what people think, but it just sucks being this hated." Her voice cracked slightly, revealing the vulnerability she was trying to hide.

Iris quickly handed her a napkin to wipe her tears, and Sam offered a grateful smile. "We will always be here for you, Sam," Iris reassured her, her tone warm and steady.

Just then, Chad and Mindy entered the room, their presence a welcome distraction. "Hey, just a reminder," Chad said, his voice firm yet comforting. "Not a single person in this room hates you, okay? We've all been through some fucked up stuff, and we're coping with it differently. But we moved here together for one very specific reason."

"We are a team," he finished, his words hanging in the air like a promise.

"Gosh, since when are you so wise?" Iris laughed through her tears, the tension in the room easing as everyone shared a soft chuckle.

Sam felt warmth spread through her as she looked at her friends, grateful for their unwavering support. "You guys really mean a lot to me,".

"We are the core five," Mindy declared dramatically, as if it were a big revelation.

"Thank you very much," Chad responded, grinning widely.

"I hate myself," Mindy joked, and without missing a beat, she high-fived Chad.

"Say it, guys, c'mon!" Iris urged, her finger pointing between Sam and Tara with an infectious enthusiasm.

"I mean, yes, we are a team, but..." Tara began, laughter bubbling up as they all joined in, the heaviness of the moment lifting, if only for a little while.

"I've been sleeping with cute boy from across the hall," Sam announced, her cheeks flushing a light pink.

"Boom!" Mindy shouted, her excitement reverberating through the small apartment.

"I fucking knew it!" Tara exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

"Finally, a hot guy, Sam! I'm so proud of you!" Iris chimed in, her voice filled with amusement but happiness for her friend.

"I mean, I totally knew it from the day you had that hickey!" Mindy joked, her laughter contagious and filling the room. The others burst into giggles, recalling the embarrassing moment.

Chad, sitting off to the side with a playful grin, leaned forward and said, "Does somebody else want to confess something?" He cast a teasing glance at Tara, clearly remembering the hand holding his two friends did.

"Don't look at me, you weirdo! I have nothing to say," Tara replied, feigning innocence while crossing her arms defiantly.

"Nothing?" Mindy asked in despair as she stared pointedly at Iris. "Jesus, this will never end!"

Tara quickly tried to redirect the conversation. "I feel like we should high-five or something,"

"Hell yeah, Core Five motherfuckers". Iris said enthusiastically, raising her hand in the air. The others quickly followed suit, each of them joining in for the playful moment.

Just then, Sam's phone began to ring loudly, cutting through their laughter. Tara's eyes lit up as she recognized the caller ID. "Look who it is!" she exclaimed, snatching the phone away and displaying it to everyone.

With a mischievous smile, she passed the phone to Mindy. They all erupted into laughter, pretending to answer it with exaggerated voices, playfully interrogating Danny about his intentions. Sam, still blushing, finally managed to get a word in, saying she would call him back later.

The mood took a sudden turn when strange noises started coming from upstairs. It was impossible to confuse the unmistakable sounds of moans.

"Quinn and her gentleman caller are back at it again," Tara remarked, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"I swear to God, it's like she doesn't know how to be quiet!" Iris added, shaking her head with an amused grin.

Before they could continue their

conversation, a sudden chorus of phone notifications broke the moment, startling them all into silence. Iris felt her heart race as she glanced at the screen. A chilling image flickered before her eyes: Ghostface, looming menacingly over Quinn, a knife poised dangerously close to her throat. Time seemed to freeze as the reality of the situation sank in, and a sense of dread filled the room.

"What the hell?" Iris whispered in horror. Quinn's desperate shout for help echoed in their house, and instinct took over. They all sprang into action. Tara dashed toward Quinn's room, but Iris caught her arm just in time, her grip firm and unyielding.

"Stay here," she told her urgently, her eyes wide with fear.

"Chad, get ready," Iris’s voice was low but commanding as she pushed Tara toward him. He nodded, understanding what his friend meant.

The five of them, alongside Anika, stood tense and anxious, their breaths shallow as they faced the door. The sounds of chaos poured out from within: furniture crashing, muffled shouts, and a struggle that sent chills down their spines. Then, suddenly, the screams stopped and a horrible silence enveloped them.

"Run," Mindy hissed, her voice sharp with urgency. Just as the words left her mouth, the bedroom door burst open with a violent

force.

Ghostface emerged, a terrifying silhouette against the dim light of the hallway. With a swift, brutal motion, he hurled Quinn's limp body towards them. The thud of her landing was sickening, and Anika's scream pierced the air as Quinn crumpled on top of her.

Iris reacted instinctively, yanking Quinn's bloodied body away from Anika, panic and horror coursing through her veins. "No!

Quinn!" she cried, desperation clawing at her throat.

"We need to go!" Tara yelled, urgency in her voice. Chad clutched her arm, and they bolted for the door, believing their friends were right on their heels.

Suddenly, the air thickened with tension as Ghostface fixed his gaze on them, waiting to see who would make the first move. But there was no time to strategize; he surged forward, targeting Iris with deadly intent as he swiped his knife at her. She dodged every strike as quickly as she could, but eventually he sank his knife into her arm, causing her to scream in pain.

"Fuck you" She yelled and kicked the attacker hard in the crotch, sending him reeling back for a brief second that allowed her to stand up. When he got to his feet again, he turned and punched her in the stomach. Iris pushed away from the blow in time to see Ghostface lower his knife and impale it in the wall where her head had been.

Iris grabbed the back of his head, slamming it against the wall before delivering a kick to his legs. He turned around and strongly pushed her to the floor, ready to attack her once again.

Mindy rushed at him, determined to pull him away from Iris, but as they hit the floor, he simply shoved her aside and stabbed her in the upper arm, causing blood to flow everywhere.

Anika, still on the ground, grasped his ankles, trying to trip him and free Mindy. Ghostface quickly climbed over Anika, and he started to choke her before he lifted her up and slammed her into the fireplace as he sank his knife into her abdomen, slowly dragging it upwards, causing the woman to scream in agony.

Iris quickly sprang to her feet, grabbed a lamp close to the coffee table, and smashed it into Ghostface's head. He staggered and lost his grip on Anika as a result, while Mindy hurried to her girlfriend.

Sam entered just in time, slamming an empty knife block into Ghostface's head as she angrily punched him with it a couple of times.

"Come on!" Yelled Sam.

Despite the pain in her arm, Iris went over to Anika, threw an arm around her waist, and ran towards the nearest room, which happened to be Quinn's. She could feel Sam and Mindy approaching from behind, and they hurried into the room, locking the door as fast as they could.

"Fuck" Mindy sat in the bed and groaned as she put pressure in her arm, blood pouring out of it. Anika was sitting next to her groaning in pain while she held her stomach, they all tried to ignore the amount of blood she was losing.

"Hey, look at me," Iris said urgently, grasping both of Anika's cheeks with her hands to force her to focus. Anika's eyes fluttered, the effort to stay awake written all over her face. Iris could feel a wave of panic rising within her, but she fought it down. "Everything is going to be fine. I need you to stay awake, okay? Just look at me."

Anika blinked slowly, her gaze wavering as she tried to hold on to Iris's reassuring presence. In the background, they could hear Ghostaface grunting and pushing against the door, the sound echoing in the tense silence. Then, suddenly, he stopped, and the air grew heavier with uncertainty.

"Bathroom door, hurry," Sam whispered, fear lacing her voice as she looked at Iris with wide, frantic eyes.

Without hesitating, Iris nodded and darted toward the bathroom, her heart racing. She tried to ignore all the mess, the walls were smeared with remnants of blood and the floor didn't look much better.

As she reached the bathroom, the sight that met her made her stomach drop as she saw one of Quinn's hookups lying in his own pool of blood in the tub.

"Fuck, he is dead" Iris shouted as she reached the door, just as Ghostface barreled into view. She instinctively tried to slam it shut, but he forced his body against it, pushing his way through with surprising strength.

"Sam Help!" Iris yelled, her heart racing as she struggled to keep the door closed. Ghostface managed to thrust his arm inside, swiping his knife blindly as he tried to attack her.

Sam sprang into action, rushing to Iris's side. Together, they pushed against the door, straining to keep him at bay. With a final shove, they managed to block Ghostface's arm and wrestle the door closed. They quickly turned the lock, their breaths coming fast as they heard him pounding on the other side.

"We need to barricade it," Iris said, glancing at the dresser nearby.

Without a moment's hesitation, the girls shoved the dresser in front of the door. It scraped loudly against the floor, but they didn't stop until it was firmly in place, creating a barrier between them and the frantic pounding outside.

Panting, they leaned against the dresser for a moment, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins. "What do we do now?" Sam asked, her eyes wide with fear.

Iris took a deep breath, scanning the room for anything they could use. "We need to find a way out. We can't let him get in."

"Mindy, keep Anika awake!" Iris instructed, her voice urgent as she saw the girl on the verge of passing out. Mindy nodded, quickly grabbing a shirt from the floor. She pressed it against Anika's stomach, applying gentle pressure while trying to soothe her.

"Just focus on me, okay love? Keep your eyes open," Mindy said softly, her voice steady despite the horror surrounding them.

Suddenly, Iris spotted a familiar figure outside the window. "Is that Danny?" she asked, her heart racing with a mix of relief and anxiety. She glanced at Sam, who was already nodding as she continued pushing the dresser.

"Go! We've got this!" Mindy urged, stepping away from Anika momentarily to help Iris brace the door. They pushed against it with all their strength, feeling the pressure of the pounding on the other side.

"We are going to die" Mindy whispered, her voice trembling as the weight of the situation settled in.

"Don't fucking say that! You hear me?" Iris snapped. "Anika doesn't need to hear that right now." She turned back to Anika, her heart aching at the sight of her friend's pain-stricken face.

"Ani, you okay?" Iris shouted, forcing herself to remain calm. Anika nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks, though her expression was twisted in pain.

"Everything is going to be fine," Iris said, the words feeling heavy in her throat. She wasn't sure if she believed them, but she needed Anika to hold on.

Ghostface continued to bang violently on the door, each impact sending tremors through the walls as Danny handed a ladder over to Sam. She reached out to grab it, her fingers brushing against the cold metal just as another thunderous slam echoed through the room.

"Get ready!" Danny shouted, his voice strained as he positioned himself in the window to help.

Ghostface slammed into the door again, causing the dresser to shift slightly. Iris and Mindy pressed their backs against it, straining to gain better footing. Iris could feel the panic rising within her, but she refused to let it show. "Guys hurry" she yelled, her voice trembling.

"Only one of you will be able to cross at a time!" Danny shouted from the other side. "Come on!"

"C'mon, guys!" Sam urged, turning to face her friends.

"No way, you guys first!" Iris replied firmly, her resolve unshakeable as she pushed against the dresser, feeling it slide slightly under the pressure. "You go, Sam. You have to."

"Mindy!" Sam glanced at her, desperation flooding her voice.

"Go," Mindy said, determination hardening her features. "We'll hold the door. We'll be fine. We send Anika later" She exchanged a quick, reassuring glance with Iris, who nodded, feeling a surge of confidence from her friend.

Sam took a deep breath, her expression conflicted, but she knew there was no time to waste. "Okay," she finally said, her voice steadier. She carefully maneuvered her way to the window, the ladder swaying slightly beneath her.

“Cmon baby, You've got this!" he encouraged her, his eyes locked on her as she began to cross the ladder.

"I'm okay! Just hold on!" Sam shouted back, glancing over her shoulder to see Iris and Mindy bracing themselves against the dresser.

Once she reached the other side, she shouted, "Come on! Next person!"

The sound of Ghostface's relentless banging reverberated through the room, and Iris felt a rush of fear at the thought of losing her friends.

"Iris, it's your turn," Mindy urged, glancing over her shoulder.

"Fuck no, you go. I'll stay," Iris insisted, struggling against the dresser as Ghostface pressed closer.

Mindy helped Anika get toward the window. "You have to go first," she insisted.

"I can't," Anika whispered, panic rising in her voice.

"You have to please"

"Mindy, please," Anika begged, her eyes wide with fear. Mindy sighed, leaning in for one last kiss.

"I love you, okay?" she said softly, then made her way to the ladder, disappearing into the night.

"Now you, Anika, come on!" Iris called, moving to the window to help.

"I can't," Anika cried, shaking her head desperately.

"You have to! Please, I need to hold the door!".

"You go, Iris, please," Anika urged, her voice trembling.

"Anika, look at me," Iris said firmly, gripping her friend's face. "You are here because of me, because you're my friend and now he did this to you"

"It's not your fault," Anika replied, shaking her head, desperation filling her eyes.

"Yes, it is," Iris insisted, her voice steady despite the fear swirling around them. "I need you to get onto that ladder, okay? I can't let you die on me. I'll hold him off."

Anika's heart sank as she realized Iris had already made her decision. There was no changing her mind. With a heavy sigh, she nodded, determination replacing her fear as she stepped toward the window.

Iris moved to the door, her body tense as she braced herself against it. "Just go!" she shouted, her voice filled with urgency. Anika climbed onto the ladder, her hands trembling as she reached for the rungs.

As she moved, Anika felt the warmth of blood seeping through her clothes, each drop a reminder of the danger they were facing. Her strength waned with every movement, her bones feeling heavier, her vision dimming. Panic bubbled beneath the surface as she glanced back, seeing Iris struggling to keep the door shut against Ghostface's pounding.

"Come on, Anika! You can do this!" Iris shouted, her eyes fierce with fear. "Just a little further!"

Anika pushed herself to keep climbing, her heart racing. "Iris!" she called out, but the sound felt distant as her world began to blur.

Then, through the haze, she spotted Danny, his hands reaching for her from the other side of the window. Relief washed over her as she felt herself being pulled into the safety of his apartment. Just as she crossed the threshold, she heard Iris scream, the sound chilling her to the bone.

"IRIS, COME ON!" Sam shouted from the apartment, panic evident in her voice. She couldn't lose Iris now; it felt more real than ever in that moment.

Iris stood at the window, the ladder swaying slightly beneath her as she peered down into the darkness below. Her heart raced, each thud of Ghostface against the door echoing in her ears, a constant reminder that time was running out.

She took a deep breath, her injured arm pulsing with pain. The wound throbbed, making her hesitate as she gripped the ladder.

With trembling hands, Iris stepped onto the first rung. The metal felt cold beneath her fingers. She glanced back at the door, where the pounding intensified, splintering the wood with each blow. She could almost feel the dark figure on the other side, waiting for the moment when she would falter.

The ladder shifted slightly, and Iris's stomach dropped. She steadied herself, breathing deeply as she forced one foot after the other onto the rungs. Each movement sent jolts of pain through her arm.

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the room, the door splintering under the force of Ghostface's relentless assault. Panic surged through Iris as she felt him drawing closer, but she forced herself to focus. She was so close to the window, right in the middle of the way.

With every ounce of willpower, she pushed her body forward, her injured arm screaming in protest. The pain was sharp and relentless, but she couldn't afford to give in to it. Behind her, the door finally gave way, crashing open as Ghostface entered, his presence suffocating the air. He stepped into the room, eyes locked on her, and her heart dropped.

He approached the window and impaled the knife in the wood before reaching for the ladder. "No, no, no—fuck!" Iris whimpered, her desperation growing as she glanced back at Mindy and Sam, who were frantic with fear.

"IRIS, YOU HAVE TO MOVE NOW!" Mindy yelled, urgency lacing her voice. But Iris's eyes were glued to the figure at the window, dread pooling in her stomach as Ghostface lifted the ladder with ease, shaking it violently. The metal rattled beneath her, each jolt sending a wave of terror coursing through her.

Iris took another step, her heart pounding in her chest. The ladder swayed again, and she felt a rush of vertigo. "No, no, no," she muttered under her breath, gripping the rungs tighter.

Ghostface shook the ladder again, trying to dislodge her. Iris could feel the metal creaking beneath her as she lay flat against it, fighting to maintain her grip. Her heart raced, and she felt herself teetering on the edge. Sam's hand brushed hers, but she couldn't get a solid hold.

"Iris!" Sam urged, panic etched on her face. "Just a little further!"

"No!" Iris cried out, feeling her grip weaken as the ladder wobbled precariously. "I can't".

"Iris, you have to keep going!" Mindy shouted, her voice breaking through the chaos.

Iris squeezed her eyes shut, summoning every ounce of strength she had left. She pushed against the pain in her arm, forcing herself to move. With a deep breath, she began inching forward, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion.

Ghostface was still right there, the knife gleaming menacingly as he gripped the ladder, continued to shake it, his movements gleaming with malicious intent.

Sam reached out, stretching half of her body out of the window, her heart racing as she desperately tried to reach for Iris. Danny and Mindy embraced her in order to protect her from falling. Finally, her fingers found Iris's forearm, she gripped it tightly, not willing to let go of the girl. "I've got you!" she shouted, pulling with all her strength.

Danny joined Sam and together they managed to inch her closer. With one last, frantic effort, Danny scrambled through the window, his arms wrapping securely around Iris. He pulled her into the apartment with a powerful yank.

Iris rolled into the room, gasping as she hit the floor. The moment felt surreal, the adrenaline still coursing through them as she scrambled to her feet. But just as relief began to wash over them, they all turned and froze. There stood Ghostface, staring coldly at them from the window of their apartment. The knife glinted menacingly in his grip.

"I'm going to kill you motherfucker" Iris shouted, her voice laced with anger and fear. The words echoing in the small space. "You heard me? I'll fucking end you!"

Ghostface stood still for a heartbeat, seemingly assessing them, before slowly backing away as he slipped out of the room.

"Iris, thank god you're okay!" Sam exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her friend in a tight embrace, her relief palpable as tears streamed down her cheeks. "You're okay."

But the moment of safety was short-lived. "We need to get her to the hospital right now!" Danny shouted, urgency in his voice as he moved towards the door. He had Anika in his arms, applying pressure to her wound, his face strained with concern.

Iris swayed slightly, still in shock but nodding at Danny's command. "He's right" she managed to say. Just as she began to move, her strength gave out, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground.

#scream #scream 5 #scream 6 #scream x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter x female reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #sam carpenter #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin

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The Group Chat That Never Sleeps

members: OT13

synopsis: The SEVENTEEN members have one giant group chat that’s always blowing up with memes, ridiculous challenges, embarrassing confessions, and endless teasing — often at the expense of one unlucky member each time.

wc: 4.9k, 21.3k (full)

genre: Comedy, Crack, Fluff

warning: Chaos

a/n: the chapters slowly get smaller and smaller as i ran out of ideas... [CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN UPDATED TO INCLUDE FORGOTTEN WONWOO]

(this is only 10 chapters out of 75, full fic is up on my ao3 already)

Chapter 1: [Reply All]

Victim of the Day: Joshua (ShuJi) Duration: 2 Hours of Psychological Damage Time: 11:48PM KST Setting: SEVENTEEN’s full group chat: “13 Going on Unhinged”

[Joshua]

hey. uh. ignore the last message pls

[Jeonghan]

oh no no no no NO WAY you're not walking away from that

[Seungkwan]

HOLD ON I NEED TO SCROLL BACK everyone STOP THE CHAT I’M SCROLLING

[Dino]

WAIT what message??? I WAS IN THE SHOWER WHY DO I ALWAYS MISS THE CARNAGE

[Woozi]

“i can’t keep pretending i don’t feel something when he laughs like that. it’s annoying. why is he so perfect. i hate this.”

[Minghao]

😮 poetry?

[Hoshi]

OMG IS THAT ABOUT WHO I THINK IT’S ABOUT 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[Joshua]

that was NOT for this chat delete delete delete delete

[Jun]

too late bro it’s been screenshotted printed laminated and engraved onto a plaque for the practice room

[Vernon]

is this like a confession or an emotional crime

[DK]

i’m crying this is better than any drama on disney+

[Seungcheol]

JOSHUA HONG. who is it. who made you feel emotions. was it me? be honest.

[Joshua]

i’m logging off. forever. goodbye.

[Woozi]

don’t try to disappear you clicked reply all, romeo WHO’S THE “HE”

[Jeonghan]

okay let’s play “Guess That Crush” my vote: MINGHAO man does laugh like a villainous anime love interest

[Minghao]

i accept your vote i have the hair for it

[Dino]

you guys this is so serious this is a real confession i’m making popcorn

[Wonwoo]

so joshua be real who’s the guy?

[Joshua]

i hate all of you i’m in emotional distress and you’re memeing me

[Hoshi]

i made an edit btw [image: joshua + minghao wedding invite mockup.jpg]

[Jun]

the theme is “accidental love” joshua cries in the corner minghao poses dramatically on a piano

[DK]

i can sing at the ceremony i already picked a setlist opening song: “Some” closing song: “i hate u i love u”

[Seungkwan]

cue me making this go virali’m already writing the tweet: “SEVENTEEN’s Joshua accidentally sends secret crush confession in group chat and t’s ICONIC”

[Wonwoo]

is it even that deep tho like… maybe he just really likes Seungcheol’s laugh or smth

[Seungcheol]

👁️👁️ @joshua… you do laugh when I laugh is this about me be brave

[Joshua]

STOP ALL OF YOU I’M BLOCKING THIS CHAT

[Jeonghan]

he’s deflecting classic symptoms conclusion: he’s in love with someone here and it's probably someone with ✨ a laugh ✨

[Dino]

wow it could be anyone except me no one loves my laugh it sounds like a kazoo on fire 😔

[Hoshi]

SAME mine sounds like a baby goat that stepped on a lego

[Woozi]

you’ve both accurately described yourselves anyway back to the crush

[Jun]

the way shua still hasn’t denied minghao 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

[Joshua]

OK FINE it’s not minghao it’s not seungcheol it’s not ANY OF YOU

[Vernon]

so it’s a staff member

[DK]

OMG IT’S THE MAKEUP NOONA she does have a cute laugh

[Seungkwan]

or the vocal coach??? or THE MANAGER????

[Jeonghan]

guys GUYS what if it’s someone from another group 😭

[Seungcheol]

no wonder he’s been glowing lately true love will do that

[Joshua]

i swear to every higher power i will unplug the wifi in this dorm

[Wonwoo]

coward confess properly or next time i’m tagging dispatch

[Woozi]

actually… i just checked joshua sent that message in two chats one here one with someone named “J 💜” oooohhhh

[Hoshi]

J 💜???? IS THAT JEONGHAN????

[Jeonghan]

ME????OMG STOP THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING (but keep going)

[Joshua]

it was meant for someone else ok JUST DROP IT

[Seungkwan]

never. i’m tweeting this. #ShuaGotCaught #MysteryManRevealed #SVTGroupChatIsARealityShow

[Mingyu]

guys i just woke up what did i miss why is everyone sending wedding memes

[DK]

shua confessed to a boy by accident it’s been an honor watching history unfold

[Joshua]

…i’m leaving the groupchat.

[ADMIN: Joshua has left the group.]

[Jeonghan changed the group name to “Joshua’s Secret Boyfriend Fanclub 💍”]

[Woozi pinned a message: “i can’t keep pretending i don’t feel something when he laughs like that. it’s annoying. why is he so perfect.”]

[Seungcheol added Joshua back to the group.]

[Seungcheol]:

you’re not escaping this family sir 💗

Chapter 2: [The Great Dorm Thermostat War]

Victim of the Day: Mingyu (The Human Furnace) vs. Woozi (The Antarctic Goblin) Duration: 5 hours of petty warfare and two broken fans. Time: 2:12AM KST Location: Dorm Chat (renamed every 15 minutes)

[Woozi]

WHO TURNED THE THERMOSTAT UP TO 29 DEGREES DO YOU HATE ME IS THIS PERSONAL

[Mingyu]

i was cold :( my toes were crying

[Jeonghan]

immediately chooses violence29????? are you trying to SLOW COOK us????

[Dino]

wait i thought the heater was broken??? i’ve been using 7 hoodies like a sentient laundry pile

[Hoshi]

i SLEPT IN A SWEAT PUDDLE i thought i was having a NIGHTMARE in a SAUNA

[Minghao]

i woke up and my jade roller MELTED

[DK]

the air was so thick i had a conversation with it i named it jeff jeff told me to fight mingyu

[Joshua]

i thought i was hallucinating when the wall started sweating the WALL, mingyu. the WALL.

[Mingyu]

okay okay okay i just wanted to feel warm inside 😔 emotionally and physically

[Woozi]

you want to feel warm? i’ll set you ON FIRE then we’ll BOTH be warm

[Vernon]

this is the most heated argument we’ve had pun intended

[Seungcheol]

ok. i am instituting a dorm-wide temperature democracy. please reply with your IDEAL TEMPERATURE.

[Hoshi]

22°C. for survival. for dance practice. for skincare.

[Jun]

18. i like to feel pain when i wake up. it reminds me i’m alive.

[Seungkwan]

23.2 but only if i’m on the top bunk

[Joshua]

20.7 and i will not elaborate

[Dino]

26, but only because i am weak and easily cold i’m like a very anxious lizard

[Minghao]

i transcend temperature but 19 is fine

[Woozi]

17. i sleep in a hoodie, under a blanket, in vengeance.

[Jeonghan]

25. because i thrive in chaos and want to see woozi combust

[DK]

i just want the air to stop feeling like soup pls

[Wonwoo]

24 is perfect temp for naps

[Vernon]

i do not experience temperature but 21 works i guess

[Seungcheol]

this is the worst survey i’ve ever seen

[Woozi]

i swear to god mingyu if you touch that thermostat ONE more time i’m duct taping your entire body in frozen peas

[Mingyu]

i already did 😬 it’s on 30 🏖️🌞🌴⛱️🌋🔥🧯

[Hoshi]

HE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP

[Wonwoo]

im gonna melt i swear

[Jun]

imagine waking up at 3am in a sleep paralysis sweat dream and it’s just Mingyu adjusting the thermostat with a smile

[DK]

[image: blurry selfie of DK holding a fan with tears in his eyes] my last defense has fallen

[Joshua]

I’m moving out. I’m going to sleep in PLEDIS’ practice room with the cockroach I named Harold.

[Woozi]

i'm gonna hack the building wiring you want hot? i’ll give you nuclear

[Seungkwan]

ok BUT mingyu did look like a cozy baby burrito when i passed his room he was humming

[Woozi]

I DON’T CARE IF HE WAS SINGING A LULLABY I WOKE UP IN MY OWN SWEAT THAT IS A CRIME

[Vernon]

can we make thermostat wars a reality show ep 1: mingyu gets slapped with a frozen sock

[Jeonghan renamed the groupchat to “Welcome to the Oven (Mingyu’s Cult)”]

[Wonwoo renamed the groupchat to “Cryo Chamber Support Group ❄️”]

[Jun renamed it again: “The Cold Never Bothered Jihoon Anyway”]

[Seungcheol pinned a message: “Final temp setting: 22°C. Anyone who changes it will lose their Wi-Fi, limbs, or both.”]

[Mingyu]

so i can’t bump it to 25 just while i nap?

[Woozi]

say goodbye to your kneecaps.

[Mingyu has left the group.]

[Joshua added Mingyu back to the group.]

[Joshua]:

you made this bed. sweat in it.

Chapter 3: [SVT Family Feud – The Game Night Breakdown]

Victim of the Day: Dino (Too Competitive for His Own Good) Special Mentions: Buzzers, Wrong Answers, and Jeonghan’s Psychological Warfare Time: 9:32PM KST – Game Night Gone So Wrong

[Seungcheol]

FAMILY FEUD NIGHT. NO BACKING OUT. TEAMS ARE FINAL.

[Woozi]

i already hate this.

[Hoshi]

AHHHHHHH LET’S GOOOO MY ANSWERS ARE GOING TO BE SO ICONIC 😤😤

[Joshua]

mingyu… you okay with being host?

[Mingyu]

yep. i printed flashcards. i wore a suit. i am spiritually Steve Harvey.

[Vernon]

do we win something?

[Jeonghan]

yes. the right to mock the losers for the rest of eternity.

[DK]

worth it.

[Mingyu]

ROUND 1 Team A: Jeonghan, Woozi, Joshua, Vernon, Seungkwan, Wonwoo Team B: Seungcheol, DK, Hoshi, Minghao, Dino, Jun buzzers in hand?

[Dino]

I WAS BORN READY i slept with the buzzer under my pillow

[Jeonghan]

weird flex but okay

[Mingyu]

Question 1: “Name something you do in the shower.”

[Dino BUZZES first]

cry

[Mingyu]

…top answer with 42 points. i’m concerned.

[DK]

my guy didn’t even hesitate 💀

[Wonwoo]

relatable tbh

[Mingyu]

Team B, keep going Seungcheol?

[Seungcheol]

sing?

[Mingyu]

second top answer. 36 points. Woozi?

[Woozi]

plot arguments you should’ve had

[Mingyu]

12 points. third answer who hurt you

[Seungkwan]

wait is this therapy

[Jeonghan]

it is now

[Mingyu]

ROUND 2 “Name something you’d bring on a first date.”

[Vernon BUZZES]

a backup plan

[Mingyu]

…what??

[Vernon]

like an excuse to leave if it’s awkward example: fake dentist appointment

[Woozi]

man’s playing chess

[Jeonghan]

i bring pepper spray. not for danger. just for vibes

[Hoshi]

i brought a kazoo once. she never texted back tho

[Seungkwan]

is this why we’re single

[DK]

i brought a drawing of us as jellybeans that counts right

[Joshua]

i brought flowers. …and she gave them to the waiter.

[Jeonghan]

LMAO loser energy

[Joshua]

i will unplug your hair straightener.

[Mingyu]

NEXT QUESTION “Name a reason you’d go viral.”

[Dino BUZZES]

incredible dancing 😌

[Woozi BUZZES right after]

slipping on a banana peel at the airport while yelling “SEVENTEEN FIGHTING”

[Mingyu]

both correct. but woozi’s was more specific. 50 points.

[Dino]

WHAT I’M LITERALLY THE MAIN DANCER THIS IS RIGGED

[Jeonghan]

cry about it, banana boy

[Minghao]

dino is doing that shower answer again

[Wonwoo]

do we get bonus points for creativity??

[Mingyu]

last question: “Name something you pretend to understand but don’t.”

[Joshua BUZZES]

Woozi’s studio setup

[Woozi]

get out

[Wonwoo]

mingyu’s dreams when he explains them at breakfast “and then i was a raccoon but emotionally”

[Hoshi]

the group choreography i just vibe and pray

[Jun]

jeonghan’s lies

[Jeonghan]

rude. but true.

[Dino]

love.

[Whole chat]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[Mingyu]

GAME OVER WINNERS: TEAM A LOSERS: TEAM B PRIZE: bragging rights PUNISHMENT: dramatic reading of the groupchat messages from 2017

[Jeonghan]

dino’s part starts with “hyungs, if i eat this bug, will you love me?”

[Dino]

I WAS EIGHTEEN AND DESPERATE FOR AFFECTION

[Woozi renamed the groupchat to: “Dino Bug-Eater Support Line 🐛”]

[Wonwoo changed Dino’s name in chat to “Cry Shower King”]

[Dino]

i’m deleting all of you from my heart

[Seungkwan pinned a message: “next week: Uno Night – emotional damage edition”]

Chapter 4: [Uno Night – Emotional Damage Edition]

Victim of the Day: Hoshi (It Wasn’t Personal—It Was Strategic) Special Mentions: The Reverse Card That Ruined Everything Time: 11:11PM KST – a cursed hour for friendships

[Seungcheol]

UNO NIGHT COMMENCING may god have mercy on our bonds

[Woozi]

loads psychological warfare playlist

[DK]

i baked cookies 😊

[Jeonghan]

prepares lies, betrayal, and emotional destruction

[Mingyu]

i still don’t know how to play

[Joshua]

you’ve played 17 times you just like chaos

[Wonwoo]

should we… do teams?

[Seungkwan]

NO. trust no one. especially not jeonghan.

[Hoshi]

i feel like tonight’s gonna be my redemption arc 😌

[Woozi]

spoiler: it’s not

[Minghao]

why are we doing this at night i need time to emotionally recover before schedules

[Jun]

i want to win and then pretend i didn’t silent domination

[Mingyu]

i brought props [image: Mingyu in a magician’s cape and UNO cards taped to his forehead]

[Joshua]

i’m scared

[Dino]

[sends voice note] "if i don’t win tonight, i’m changing my stage name to uno-destroyed-me"

[Mingyu]

UNO RULES:

1. If you don’t yell “UNO,” you draw 4 2. If you make someone cry, you get a cookie 3. Jeonghan is banned from premeditated targeting (Jeonghan has read this message)

[Round 1 Begins]

[Jeonghan]

sorry hoshi +4

[Hoshi]

IT’S BEEN TWO TURNS I LITERALLY JUST SAT DOWN

[DK]

i believe in you ❤️

[Hoshi]

then WHY did you also give me a +2

[Woozi]

places Reversei want to hurt jeonghan back it’s personal

[Jeonghan]

oh? [plays Skip] not today, short king

[Seungkwan]

[plays +2 on Woozi] for calling him short justice, but make it petty

[Dino]

[places Reverse] i smell betrayal

[Jun]

[plays +4 on Dino] i smell victory

[Minghao]

[places Wild Card] color: suffering

[Joshua]

i’m just vibing with two cards left

[Everyone]

UNO?

[Joshua]

…i forgot.

[Wonwoo]

draw 4, you tragic prince

[Jeonghan]

slams reverse cardTIME TO GO BACK TO THE PAIN

[Hoshi]

GUYS STOP I’VE DRAWN FIFTEEN CARDS I HAVE THE ENTIRE RAINBOW I COULD BUILD A BRIDGE TO MY OWN DOOM

[Woozi]

bridge to nowhere sponsored by hoshi’s terrible luck

[DK]

i saved you one round ago 🙃

[Hoshi]

NO YOU DIDN’T you played a WILD +4 while smiling like a golden retriever with secrets

[Vernon]

current vibe check: hoshi has more cards than emotional stability

[Mingyu]

[image: Hoshi holding up all his cards like a terrible fan] caption: “boy with cardz”

[Jeonghan]

[plays +4 again] sorry. the cards told me to.

[Hoshi]

THE CARDS DON’T SPEAK YOU JUST LIKE WATCHING ME FALL APART

[Seungcheol]

ok this is getting too real new rule: anyone targeting hoshi must write him a compliment

[Woozi]

hoshi, you’re very… loud. that’s a skill. probably.

[Minghao]

you dance well. and cry like a 2009 k-drama protagonist

[Joshua]

you make us laugh. unintentionally. but still.

[Hoshi]

you’re all banned from my heart

[Dino]

[plays Skip] sorry king. your turn has been denied by the universe

[Mingyu]

UNO

[Everyone]

glares

[Jeonghan]

[whispers] sabotage him

[Seungkwan]

[plays Wild +4] with pleasure 😌

[Mingyu]

i deserved that but at what cost

[Joshua wins round]

peace and love to everyone except the people who gave me +4s

[Wonwoo renamed the groupchat to: “UNO Survivors Anonymous”]

[Hoshi]

[sends audio of dramatic piano music under his whispered sobbing]

[DK pinned a message: “someone get him warm milk and a hug”]

[Minghao]

are we… still friends?

[Jeonghan]

depends who’s ready for Monopoly next week

[Whole Chat]

NO.

Chapter 5: [Who Left the Milk Out? (Dorm Court is in Session)]

Victim of the Day: Seungcheol (Allegedly Milk Murderer) Special Mentions: Objection! Speculation! Jeonghan as the prosecution! Time: 8:42 AM – Too Early for Justice

[Woozi]

who. left the milk out.

[DK]

it was chunky. why did it chew back

[Hoshi]

i poured it into my cereal and now my cornflakes have trust issues

[Joshua]

i took one sip and saw the face of godhe said “don’t blame me, blame your leader”

[Jeonghan]

📣 COURT IS NOW IN SESSION THE PEOPLE VS. CHOI SEUNGCHEOL charge: dairy negligence crime scene: kitchen counter, 7:43AM weapon: 2L carton of betrayal

[Seungcheol]

WHAT I didn’t do it!!

[Minghao]

classic guilty person sentence

[Mingyu]

i’m the bailiff. i’m holding a spatula instead of a gavel. we do what we can.

[Jeonghan]

as prosecution, i will now present exhibit A: [image: half-empty milk carton sitting next to Seungcheol’s protein shaker]

[Seungcheol]

circumstantial!! you’re all biased!!

[Dino]

objection, your honor i had that milk at midnight and it was fine

[Woozi]

OVERRULED you also ate expired pizza willingly

[Vernon]

can i be the court sketch artist [sends doodle of seungcheol sobbing next to a cartoon cow]

[Jun]

i want to be a surprise witness

[Joshua]

who even gave jeonghan a legal license

[Jeonghan]

i forged it in MS Paint therefore it’s legally binding

[DK]

i just wanted cereal and now we’re in a trial

[Mingyu]

bangs spatulaORDER. ORDER IN THE KITCHEN COURT.

[Seungkwan]

i’d like to present EXHIBIT B[image: Seungcheol’s calendar with “BUY MILK” crossed out three days ago]

[Jeonghan]

motive: he hates shopping. means: lives here. opportunity: EVERY MORNING.

[Hoshi]

[gasps dramatically] …i trusted you, bro

[Seungcheol]

I WAS FRAMED

[Wonwoo]

by who. the milk fairy?

[Dino]

ok but plot twist… what if the milk went bad on purpose

[Woozi]

get out

[Jun]

surprise witness statement: “I walked past the milk at 2am and it moaned”

[Joshua]

no no no NO

[Seungkwan]

i’m writing that down for lyrics

[Mingyu]

the court sentences Choi Seungcheol to:

- buying everyone new milk - apologizing in song - scrubbing the fridge - watching a 45-minute dairy safety documentary narrated by Woozi

[Jeonghan]

plus one slap from each member emotionally or physically. your choice.

[Seungcheol]

i choose exile

[Hoshi renamed the chat: “The Milky Betrayal 🥛🧍🏻‍♂️”]

[Vernon pinned a message: “trust no one. not even dairy.”]

[Seungkwan]

next case: who clogged the sink with 43 bobby pins

[Jun]

i plead the fifth

[Minghao]

we’re turning this dorm into a courtroom sitcom

[DK]

i’ll make popcorn

[Woozi]

someone pass me the gavel. it’s time for Dorm Court: Episode 2.

Chapter 6: [The Accidental K-Pop Dad Reveal (feat. Mingyu’s Finsta)]

Victim of the Day: Kim Mingyu (a.k.a. Appa-gyu) Special Mentions: Jeonghan’s screenshots, Seungkwan’s FBI-level research Time: 2:07PM – a peaceful afternoon ruined in seconds

[Hoshi]

GUYS GUYS GUYS EMERGENCY

[Wonwoo]

did the dorm catch fire again

[Hoshi]

WORSE MINGYU POSTED SOMETHING CURSED ON HIS FINSTA

[Woozi]

i thought we weren’t allowed to follow that anymore after “the banana milk incident”

[Jeonghan]

i made a burner to keep tabs. you’re welcome. [sends screenshot: Mingyu with a child on his shoulders, captioned “best day ever with my lil guy 🩵 #family”]

[Joshua]

…MINGYU DO YOU HAVE A CHILD

[Mingyu]

WAIT NO NO THAT’S MY COUSIN’S KID I’M JUST A REALLY GOOD UNCLE

[Seungkwan]

your honorthis man is fathering with intent

[Jun]

you do have that “can build a crib in under 30 seconds” energy

[DK]

i saw him carry three toddlers at a wedding once and they were all asleep

[Minghao]

suspiciously father-like

[Dino]

googles “how to tell if your bandmate is a secret dad”

[Woozi]

bro your playlist is all lullabies

[Mingyu]

THEY’RE RELAXING

[Jeonghan]

exhibit b: [screenshot of Mingyu’s finsta story] “any recs for the best baby shampoo? asking for science 👀🍼”

[Seungcheol]

that doesn’t even SOUND like science??

[Joshua]

mingyu. blink twice if you’re a single father

[Mingyu]

I’M. JUST. A GOOD COUSIN.

[Vernon]

he’s lying i saw him fold a onesie with military precision

[Woozi]

and he owns four diaper bags color coded

[Hoshi]

he tried to “baby-proof” the studio door once

[Minghao]

remember when he offered everyone fruit snacks “just in case anyone needed a lil boost” father behavior.

[Wonwoo]

fan café is already calling you Dadgyu

[DK]

cute but also terrifying imagine being a child and seeing Mingyu’s face first thing every morning

[Mingyu]

☹️

[Dino]

hold up WHO TAUGHT THE BABY TO POINT AT HIM AND SAY “appa”

[Jeonghan]

i have video footage [sends clip of child pointing at Mingyu, yelling “appa!” and hugging his leg while Mingyu panics]

[Seungcheol]

this is the best scandal we’ve had since “who used the entire dorm’s shampoo in one shower” (Hoshi)

[Joshua]

mingyu. answer truthfully. are you in a secret sitcom we don’t know about.

[Mingyu]

no. …maybe. NO.

[Vernon]

too late your new stage name is "SEVENTEEN's Father Figure"

[Hoshi renamed the group chat: “Appa-Gyu & His 12 Chaotic Children”]

[Mingyu changed it back: “STOP CALLING ME DAD”]

[Seungkwan pinned a message: “he didn’t deny it fast enough 👶🍼”]

[Jeonghan made merch mockups: “#DadgyuNation” hoodies incoming]

[Mingyu]

i hate all of you but also i packed snacks if anyone’s hungry

[DK]

A TRUE DAD 😭❤️

[Wonwoo]

next chapter of this sitcom: “Mingyu Attends Parent-Teacher Night and Isn’t Corrected”

Chapter 7: [The Mystery of the Missing Left Sock (And Other Dorm Superstitions)]

Victim of the Day: Dino (missing sock + emotional damage) Special Mentions: Joshua’s ghost repellent, Minghao’s sixth sense, and Woozi’s refusal to believe Time: 12:01AM – A perfect hour for existential dread

[Dino]

ok WHO took my LEFT sock

[Joshua]

why only the left

[Dino]

if i knew that would i be here suffering??

[Hoshi]

sounds like a classic ghost move u ever heard of the one-legged sock gremlin

[Wonwoo]

that’s not a thing stop encouraging him

[Jeonghan]

it is now. his name is Todd and he lives behind the laundry machine

[Seungcheol]

fun fact: if you lose 13 left socks, you unlock the ghost realm

[Dino]

GUYS. I HAVE LOST SEVEN.

[Mingyu]

oh no. someone protect him. he’s halfway to the netherworld.

[Joshua]

i’ll pray over your sock drawer i have holy water. sort of. it’s from Jeju but i blessed it with intent

[DK]

i once lost my pants in the dryer maybe the sock went where the pants went

[Woozi]

...you what now

[DK]

it was a dark time

[Minghao]

maybe it’s not ghosts maybe your sock is just running from its responsibilities

[Dino]

relatable but unhelpful

[Jun]

have we considered the haunted dorm theory again

[Seungkwan]

STOP i still can’t sleep unless my closet door is closed with industrial tape

[Vernon]

this is why i wear mismatched socks can’t lose what you never organize

[Jeonghan]

genius or chaos? you decide.

[Mingyu]

i just found a lone sock in the kitchen drawer is it gray?

[Dino]

YES THAT’S HIM HIS NAME IS GERALD

[Wonwoo]

you named your sock?

[Joshua]

he’s grieving. let him cope.

[Minghao]

wait. serious question. does anyone else’s room get colder when they talk about missing clothes?

[DK]

i sleep with a plushie of myself. does that count as protection

[Seungcheol]

no but it explains a lot

[Jeonghan]

let’s do a cleansing ritual everyone line up in the hallway with your weirdest item

[Hoshi]

i have a shoe signed by an elderly man who claimed to be a time traveler

[Joshua]

perfect. energy’s immaculate.

[Woozi]

i swear if i walk out there and you’re all holding bananas and chanting—

[Vernon]

[sends voice memo of gentle chanting and rhythmic sock slapping]it’s working

[Dino]

GERALD CAME BACK THE LEFT SOCK RETURNED HE WAS UNDER THE COUCH ALL ALONG

[Seungkwan]

we banish Todd the Sock Goblin to the shadows from whence he came

[Hoshi renamed the group chat: “Sock Seventeen: Paranormal Threads”]

[Mingyu]

can we do ghost hunting for our next reality show i promise to scream convincingly

[Joshua]

i will bring crystals and snacks

[Wonwoo]

i’m going to bed if i wake up missing a sock i’m moving to the practice room forever

[Jeonghan]

if wonwoo disappears we know the ghost got picky

Chapter 8: [“Who Googled ‘How to Flirt’ on the Dorm Wi-Fi?” (A Digital Investigation)]

Victim of the Day: ??? Special Mentions: Minghao’s FBI arc, Seungkwan’s spreadsheet, and Joshua’s suspicious charm Time: 11:11PM – the wishing hour (and apparently, the Googling hour too)

[Woozi]

WHO GOOGLED “how to flirt without sounding desperate”

[Dino]

…do we not have privacy in this house?

[Hoshi]

omg was it me

[Woozi]

the dorm wi-fi admin gets alerts when someone searches certain keywords “flirt” is one of them (thanks to that incident with DK and the waitress in Busan)

[DK]

she laughed at my pun 😔

[Joshua]

okay but real talk what was the full search

[Woozi]

“how to flirt casually and confidently without sounding like a clingy sea cucumber”

[Minghao]

oh it’s definitely one of you

[Seungcheol]

CONFESS WE WON’T JUDGE (we will absolutely judge)

[Jeonghan]

i’m making a suspect board right now i’ve got:

- Joshua (suspiciously smooth lately) - Dino (we all saw the “u up?” message fail) - Mingyu (acted shocked when someone winked at him) - Jun (flirted with a vending machine once)

[Jun]

EXCUSE ME that vending machine gave me free chips we had chemistry

[Mingyu]

i have stage fright even texting “hi” it wasn’t me

[Dino]

IT WASN’T ME EITHER i don’t need Google i have charisma (and rejection immunity)

[Seungkwan]

compiling an Excel doc: “Dorm Google History vs. Known Behavior” this is serious research

[Vernon]

i googled “how to tell if a plant likes you” last week does that count

[Wonwoo]

what kind of romance novel are you living in

[Joshua]

what if it wasn’t one of us what if it was… a guest?

[Jeonghan]

NOPE dorm security cam footage shows no outsiders between 10:45–11:30 and i say that with confidence because i was watching old performances of myself in the living room

[Hoshi]

plot twist: it was Seungcheol leader by day, loverboy by Google

[Seungcheol]

I WILL SUE

[Wonwoo]

guys… someone just deleted their browser history remotely from the router

[DK]

oh my god it’s getting real

[Seungkwan]

confess now and we’ll only tease you for one week otherwise you’re living this down never

[Joshua]

hypothetically if someone did google that it would be because they liked someone, right?

[Woozi]

yes and they wanted to not be a clingy sea cucumber which, by the way, is now your official flirting mascot

[Jeonghan]

you know what i don’t want the truth anymorei want fan theories let’s let the fandom solve it

[Mingyu renamed the chat: “13 Men & a Sea Cucumber: Who’s in Love?”]

[Seungkwan pinned a message: “we’ll find you, google flirt boy. and we’ll roast you with love.”]

[Joshua changed the chat name again: “Definitely Not Me Looking Up Flirting Tips 😅”]

[Everyone reacted with 👀]

[Woozi]

wait JOSHUA?

[Joshua]

gotta go xoxo 😬

[Dino]

GET HIM HE’S THE SEA CUCUMBER

[Jun]

never thought those words would be typed with such fury

[Jeonghan]

next group meeting: we all read out one flirting line each Josh goes last because he’s clearly been studying

Chapter 9: [The Emergency Hair Dye Pact (Or: How Three of Us Ended Up Orange)]

Victims of the Day: Jun, Dino, and Seungkwan (aka the “Orange Trio”) Special Mentions: Jeonghan’s salon takeover, Mingyu’s “professional” advice, and Woozi’s pure judgment Time: 9:42PM – when boredom meets a bad idea

[Jun]

guys emergency i need a new hair color something bold something... orange

[Dino]

orange?? are you trying to start a fire

[Seungkwan]

hold up i have a coupon for hair dye maybe we do this together?

[Jeonghan]

i volunteer as stylist no one leaves with orange hair except on my watch

[Woozi]

do NOT trust Jeonghan with dye last time he almost made me go blue for a week

[Mingyu]

gives “professional” adviceorange is the new black do it

[Joshua]

i’m just here to watch the chaos unfold

[Jun]

okay it’s a pact orange hair or bust

[Dino]

i’m in if i’m gonna look like a carrot i want company

[Seungkwan]

count me in too if we’re going down, we go down glowing

[Jeonghan]

this is going to be a masterpiece or a disaster no in between

[Wonwoo]

please don’t make me clean up afterward

[Minghao]

i’m setting up a group photo shoot for the “Orange Trio” captions and hashtags ready

[Joshua]

someone’s definitely going to Photoshop pumpkin heads

[Jeonghan]

relax. i’m about to make you look like fiery gods or at least orange legends

[Dino]

how do i explain this to my grandma

[Jun]

“it’s cultural expression, grandma”

[Seungkwan]

“and also, very very orange”

[Woozi]

i’m still judging you all

[Jeonghan sends a video of the trio mid-dye, covered in dye and laughing hysterically]

[Mingyu]

this is chaos i love it

[Joshua]

10/10 would panic with you again

[Jun]

finished! orange, vibrant, and ready to set stages on fire

[Dino]

i look like a traffic cone

[Seungkwan]

i look like a glowing carrot

[Jeonghan]

i call this look: “autumn sunset on a wild night”

[Woozi]

please don’t go outside like that

[Minghao]

too late selfies already posted

[Jun]

viral or bust

[Hoshi renamed the group chat: “Orange is the New Seventeen”]

[Mingyu]

next challenge: survive the reactions

Chapter 10: [The Great Dorm Pet Debate (Hamsters vs. Goldfish vs. Mystery Creature)]

Victims of the Day: The dorm’s “newest resident” (???) Special Mentions: Seungkwan’s animal facts, Minghao’s accidental pet whispering, and Woozi’s deadpan “not my problem” attitude Time: 8:17PM – peak pet debate hour

[Seungcheol]

guys we need a dorm pet this is not a request, this is a necessity

[Dino]

okay but what kind no snakes tho pls

[Joshua]

hamsters? low maintenance

[Jeonghan]

goldfish? classy and calming

[Hoshi]

what about a mystery creature

[Woozi]

define “mystery creature”

[Minghao]

the thing i found behind the couch yesterday

[Seungkwan]

that thing was alive???

[Minghao]

...maybe it had eyes and it moved

[Jun]

that’s either a miracle or a horror story

[Seungcheol]

back to pets hamsters are cute but noisy

[DK]

goldfish are quiet but boring

[Vernon]

can we just have a pet rock less drama

[Wonwoo]

a pet rock named Gerald 2.0 sequel to the missing sock

[Dino]

no i want something alive

[Mingyu]

how about a turtle slow but wise

[Joshua]

no one has time for a turtle’s social needs tho

[Hoshi]

i nominate the mystery creature

[Woozi]

i’m ready to wash my hands of this conversation

[Minghao]

i saw it again near the fridge

[Seungkwan]

pics or it didn’t happen

[Minghao sends a blurry pic of a tiny, fuzzy something]

[Jeonghan]

is that a hamster

[Minghao]

no idea it’s very fast

[Jun]

if we catch it we name it “The Phantom”

[Dino]

i volunteer to set humane traps no one touch my mystery pet

[Woozi]

if it chews through the cables, it’s your problem

[Seungcheol]

vote time hamsters, goldfish, turtles, mystery creature, or pet rock?

[Everyone sends their votes]

- Hamsters: 5 - Goldfish: 3 - Turtle: 2 - Mystery Creature: 2 - Pet Rock: 1

[Seungcheol]

hamsters it is and also hunting for The Phantom continues

[Minghao]

operation “Catch The Phantom” is a go

[Wonwoo renamed chat: “The Phantom and the Hamsters”]

[Woozi]

i’ll be the official “not in charge of feeding” person

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moonyskarma · 26 days ago

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#001 — you're my, my, my, my . . lover

— my lovers across the multiverse, forever in my heart (and soul xx) || ib: @zaddizu ‹𝟹

#001 . . . JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES . . . marvel

the infamous winter soldier, the white wolf, the brooklyn born assassin-turned-avenger. also known as the love of my life. he's my soulmate. my better half, though he'd say it's the other way around.

we became very close very quickly—to the point of inseparability after just a few weeks. trauma-bonding, i guess, as both of us had been through HYDRA—albeit his time was far worse than mine. that's when we first met, though he doesn't remember. the entire time i was in HYDRA, he was under their control. we were mission partners, as our skills were relatively evenly matched. i decided enough was enough after a short time in HYDRA and tried to convince him to escape with me. he refused. i thought i'd never see him again... until 2016, when steve brought him to my doorstep, beaten and bruised, and begged me to keep him safe.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ trauma-bonding

⭑ i fell first he fell harder

⭑ secretly dating (until we're not)

#002 . . . CHARLES LECLERC . . . formula one, singer, modern!royalty, young parent

ferrari's golden boy. number sixteen, the prince of monaco. oh, how i love him.

in my formula one reality, charles and i met when i was in formula three, as we were in the same circles. we became friends, but since he was at a higher level than me at that time we weren't too close. until formula one, where i became his teammate in Alfa Romeo. that's when we really became close, but still, nothing happened. not until a few years later.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ slow burn

⭑ teammates to rivals to lovers

⭑ friends to lovers

in my singer reality, we met when we were teenagers. i was just another fan, coming to get a photo and an autograph. however in 2021, at the silverstone grand prix, we meet again. he remembered me. we became friends, but both of us were in relationships at that point in time. around 2023 we became closer, and now that we were both single we decided to date—casually, that is. but neither of us had ever been very good at casual, so of course that quickly turned into something serious.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ slow burn

⭑ friends to lovers

in my modern!royalty reality, he's the prince of monaco. a childhood friend i grew up with, playing chess and riding horses and doing what princes do, i suppose. i fell in love with him when we were children, and over time that romance just grew. in our 20s, we met marlene, and that's when the beginning of our happy ever after began.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ childhood friends to lovers

⭑ he's 1/3 of the throuple

in my young parent reality, he's the sweet (and lowkey rich) guy i meet at a coffeeshop. he's the one who didn't let me give him bullshit excuses when i was worried he wouldn't want to be with me because i'm a parent. he's the one who stepped up to be a second parent to my child, even though he had no obligation to. he's the one who stayed.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ friends to lovers

⭑ vaguely second chance

in my figure skater reality, he's my second chance. not second chance as in second chance romance, as in we tried and failed and tried again—but as in he became my second chance at... everything. after the fall, he was the one who persuaded me to get back into skating. he was the one who found me at my darkest, and said, "okay. i'm in." even when i tried so hard to push him away.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ frenemies to lovers

⭑ he saved me

#003 . . . BILLIE EILISH // MARLENE SCHUYLER // MARLENE ADAMARIS // MARLENE O'CONNELL . . . hamilton, fantasy!royalty, modern!royalty, pirate

yes she has like a million names because i'm with her in so many different realities.

in my hamilton reality, she's marlene schuyler. the middle schuyler sister—also known as the rebellious one. the snarky one, the sarcastic one. our eyes meet across a crowded ballroom and i'd like to tell you that was the beginning of our happy ending, but of course we had to be complicated and snarky to each other for a while before realizing we were actually in love with each other.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ frenemies to lovers

⭑ he fell first, she fell harder

in my fantasy!royalty reality, she's marlene adamaris, the crown princess of adamaris (the water kingdom). blessed with the powers of a siren and the beauty that makes men jump overboard, she very quickly consumed my every waking thought.

⭑ soulmates

⭑ forbidden romance

⭑ forced proximity (?)

in my modern!royalty reality, she's the american girl i fall in love with. a singer, a model, and somehow on her way to become married into italian royalty. my favorite girl, my only girl, spoiled absolutely rotten by me (and our boyfriend charles).

⭑ soulmates

⭑ she's the other 1/3 of the throuple

⭑ secretly dating (until we're not)

in my pirate reality, she's the princess of england whom my crew happened to kidnap. yes this is literally what happens in pirates of the caribbean except i'm will turner and jack sparrow all in one and i've got my own crew and she's my (kidnapped) princess who just so happens to like being on the open sea.

disclaimer i did bring her back to the shore when my crew showed up with her. this is not stockholm syndrome and we do not condone kidnapping in this household!! turns out she'd been looking for a way out of the marriage her father was trying to arrange!!

⭑ soulmates

⭑ forced proximity (it's literally a boat there is no space)

⭑ forbidden romance (but who gives a fuck what her father thinks)

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the-tenth-arcanum · 2 days ago

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Verdian tenors ranked from 'I Like Him' to 'Kill Him with Hammers':

Manrico (Il trovatore): he's a teenager in love. what else do you need me to say. he enters the scene serenading his beloved, like a guy holding a boom box over his head. he's a reckless hothead who's not afraid to get into fights shouting "what are you gonna do, stab me?". and he's a mama's boy. he admittedly loses a few points for getting angry at leonora when she comes to rescue him, but he's awaiting execution, so he's not thinking clearly. mitigating circumstances. he dies as he lived – in the most dramatic way possible. I wish more tenors were like him.

Don Alvaro (La forza del destino): destiny's favourite chew toy. unluckiest man on the face of the earth. you can't help but feel sorry for him. I don't know if this counts as "liking" him, but it's gotta count for something.

Ernani: look I don't LOVE him, but his has gotta be the second coolest job on this list after "troubadour". he's a bandit in a cool, robin hood sort of way. literally just having a merry time with his men. sure, the whole oath with silva was dumb, but well, he's a tenor. kudos for following through with it.

Don Carlo: flop tenor. go girl, give us nothing. well done on the homoerotic duet and unrequited love and mysterious abduction by a monk. splendid work. but to me he comes across as a bit whiny. he exists on the same continuum of suffering as don alvaro, but towards the cringer end of the spectrum, which is why he doesn't rank higher.

Middle of the pack – Arrigo (La Battaglia di Legnano) / Arrigo (I vespri siciliani) / Radamès (Aida): military men. they're OK, I guess. la battaglia's arrigo gets bonus points for jumping out of a window to follow his men into battle and swearing loyalty to a corp called the knights of death, are you kidding me? that's metal as hell. unfortunately he's stuck in a fairly forgettable opera and he's also mean to his love interest for no reason (as per). i vespri's arrigo has potential – torn between personal and political interests, plus being part of a love triangle that would, in my opinion, work very well as a triad (based on what? vibes. don't worry about it.) radamès... I mean, he gets sealed alive in a tomb with his beloved. romeo and juliet's level of tragic lovers. Ultimately though they're all just some guy to me. they've not done anything especially offensive, but they don't stand out either.

Riccardo (Un ballo in maschera): look, I don't hate him. I'm kind of fond of him, actually. but one has to face the facts, which are – 1. he was ready to fuck his best friend's wife (he doesn't go through with it, but I don't think he deserves points for that) 2. he's more than a little dumb. he literally gets told who will kill him – the guy whose wife he is planning to seduce – and still he goes, "my best friend? I cannot think of any reason why he should want to kill me!" not the sharpest knife in the drawer, and a bad friend to boot. sure, there are worse sins, but there are better tenors. he's funny though.

Gabriele (Simon Boccanegra): Sento avvampar nell'anima is such a banger, but jealous tenors who make a scene and accuse their love of being unfaithful is never a good look, and he borderline threatens to kill her, so. he ain't it.

Alfredo (La traviata): I don't care that he repents immediately, he humiliates Violetta in public because she dared leave him for someone else, after he promised to love her forever and sucked her dry. she might have forgiven him at the end but I did not.

Rodolfo (Luisa Miller): murder-suicide immediately gets you to the bottom of the list as far as I'm concerned. how dare you? just kill yourself next time. at least he has the decency to sing a beautiful duet before dying. least he could do.

Otello: see above + I don't like this opera.

Duke of Mantua (Rigoletto): there's something so infuriating about this man. he's a bully and a rapist. he drives a girl to suicide. he learns nothing from this. he never even finds out! he's superficially charming and silly, so people forget how despicable he truly is. but not me. not me.

Not classified:

Macduff (Macbeth): it ain't about him.

All other tenors: I don't know them.

#opera #giuseppe verdi #la traviata #rigoletto #il trovatore #un ballo in maschera #la forza del destino #luisa miller #ernani #fave tenor ≠ fave opera btw. rigoletto slaps.

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boomboom-tanjiro2019 · 9 months ago

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Easy

PT. 1 EX! READER X EX! ACE

Description: Angst but also ridiculous-extra stupid-shit. Reader does some wrong but so will Ace. HAPPY ENDING (No one dies and everyone gets what they need in the end) MODERN AU!!

WORD COUNT: 3680

Prologue

“And you are sure you are getting the promotion today?” Nami raised an eyebrow over to you.

You roll your eyes, “Psh… Nami, you realize who I am right? Cecil adores me, and we already know she’s going to retire. I think she’s calling me in the office because she’s retiring even earlier than accepted, I mean, she’s old as shit.”

“Ugh… she lectured me on how girls her age didn’t wear skirts as short as mine when they were my age… it was below my knee, Y/N. AND I’m not even in the marketing department, I’m in finance, why was she even concerned about me?!”

“Well… when I am Chief of Marketing to take her place, I will instead encourage you to wear sexy outfits, Nami.” You wink exaggeratedly.

Nami smiles and shakes her head, “Flattering, but HR might not find that as entertaining as we do.”

“Oh yeah that’s not good.” You pause and fake sigh, “Our love will have to be hidden.”

Nami sheds a fake tear, “We are like the platonic Romeo and Juliet… you know… without the death… and pedophilia…”

“A shame I think it would add drama and spice … the death part- not the pedophilia, obviously.” You sigh and place a hand on Nami’s shoulder, “We are unintentionally HR’s worst nightmare I think.”

She shrugs, “Jinbei will understand.”

You stop at a large entrance with two tall engraved wooden doors with shiny golden knobs, a small white and black houndstooth placemat in front of the door, looking out of place compared to the modern marble floor, white walls, and bold furniture and paintings along the rest of the hallway. You had felt the peculiar feeling of walking through those doors a million times before, it was like time traveling back 50 years. How Cecil, a woman who had seen the dinosaurs and who did not bear the resolve to advance her views further than the 1700s became Chief of MARKETING for a RESORT company? Well nobody was exactly sure, by all means it made no sense. Cecil liked you because you sucked up to her, but made sure the company still advanced by undermining just about every request she had. In fact you were sure if Cecil were left to her own devices, Sabo and the folks in the law department would be drowning in lawsuits.

You turn back to Nami one last time, “My outfit look modest enough?”

Nami nodded, “I can’t wait for you to be able to wear clothes that fit. I’ve seen your actual closet…” She raked your body up and down, making sure to focus on the bland gray and horrid shoes. “...This is a crime in comparison.

“Great. Wish me luck.” You raise up your hand for a high five, to which Nami immediately reciprocates, before stomping off in her purple skirt and blouse with beautiful jewelry that might have given Cecil a heart attack had she seen it.

You knock on the door, “Chief Brookes?”

“Come in!” Her scraggly voice calls out.

You open the door and step through, careful to shut the door and resist walking down the horrifically long, green brown rug Cecil used to guide a pathway to her desk.

“Ah. Y/N.” She gives a smile. Though she was around 68, she looked more to be in her mid-fifties. Absolutely gorgeous woman with a smile that makes you feel safe. That is, until she cuts into you with jabs about your work and overall appearance. Not only that, but so terrible at her job that higher management has been waiting for her to retire. They have come to the conclusion that waiting for her to either kick it or retire in an eccentric manner is better than having to fire her. “My favorite protege.”

Only protege. No part of Cecil Brooke’s favor towards you was accidental. Though part of you had to admire Cecil’s spite and lack of tact. Your admiration might be deeper had she actually been good at her job. “Hello Mrs. Brookes.” You carefully walk up to her desk with a polite smile.

She smiles wider, “You know I’d rather you call me Cecil.” She lies. She enjoys the hierarchy culture. “Sit sit!”

You carefully pull out the chair and sit down. Making a show of laying your hands down in your lap gently, a stark contrast from the person your team has seen these last few years, “Can I ask what you called me in for?"

Cecil nods and her expression hardens. She grabs a tissue box from across her desk and places it in between you two. “Just in case…”

Good sign.

“I called you in here because… very tragically and very suddenly… I have decided to cut my career short.”

‘If she considers that short, I can only grieve for her husband’s self esteem.’

“What?” You make a point of furrowing your eyebrows, “With all due respect-“ which is none. “-You can’t just quit when the company needs you so desperately.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in. You must be shocked.”

“I’m flabbergasted.”

“It’s tragic, truly.”

“Truly” you nod, slowly shifting your expression from false outrage, to false disbelief, to false sadness.

“Don’t worry.” She reaches her hand over yours, “I will still be here for 4 weeks. I will teach you everything you need to know…”

‘Even better sign.’

“I am… heavily considering recommending you to take on my position.”

You gasp, “Mrs. Brookes! I couldn’t-“

“You can.” She smiles, “With my guidance over the next few weeks, I believe I can teach you my ways. I will be testing you along the way though. It won’t be easy.”

‘Anything is easier than trying to make our marketing department mediocre at best with you rejecting all of our ideas.‘

“I understand. I am honored to be in your thoughts…”

She puts her hand over her heart, “You just remind me of myself so much.” She sighs, “Well then… I guess that’s it. I will follow up with you later.” She shakes your hand.

You say your goodbyes and walk down the vomit inducing carpet. It would be the first thing to go.

“Y/N? One more thing for tomorrow.”

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You stand near the entrance of one of the interview rooms on the first floor. The one HR usually uses for interviews. Today, it was your interview room, along with Cecil’s if she ever decided to show up. The possible employee would be there in 20 minutes, 10 if they decide to be smart and come off as a try hard. Cecil’s favorite breed of person.

“Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out. Sabo. Team 5 leader in the law department, brother of two significant people in your life. Luffy and your ex boyfriend. Though it’s apparent your ex refrained from giving details of the relationship’s end by Sabo’s continued comfortability and friendship with you, though this day it didn’t seem so. “What are… you doing here?” He gives a strained toothy smile.

“Waiting for Cecil so we can start this interview.”

“Right… but… wouldn’t the… team manager the position is under be doing the interview?” He stays smiling, though it gets more and more unsettling as he whips his head around, “Isn’t it supposed to be Yamato doing the interview? Where is heeee?” He laughs in a rather scared manner.

“Change of plans. New employee is under my team until further notice.” You raise an eyebrow at him, “Why?”

“…No reason.” Sabo squeaks out, “Bye now!” Just like that, he is turning the corner on his heel as fast as he can. You hear a thud at one point followed by a curse but you try to ignore it.

Cecil appears from around the corner, dressed like a neon Cruella De’Vil. Her makeup masking her natural olden beauty with a clown color palette. She gives you a curt nod and unlocks the door, expecting you to follow along with her actions wordlessly and fluently. Thank goodness after years of staring her down to copy her mannerisms, this comes easy. You both sit next to each other in the room as Cecil decides to speak her first word of the day, “I will finish my section, then you will speak your peace. I will give you a 50% say in this. Since the new graphic artist will be under your team. Your first test is managing a new employee on top of the new marketi-“ something something something.

You just nod and smile until she is interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by a muffled sound sounding like Sabo’s voice saying ‘you can just open it’ whoever it is decided that this is a great idea and finally turns the knob. You glance down at the paper you realize you have yet to read any of or review at all. Drinking with your girls out of excitement took up valuable time. You hear the sudden stop of steps as you stay glued to the page, determined to at least scan over the resume-

Portgas D. Ace: Grand Line Resort, Graphic Artist job application.

No. No. No. You look up to meet the face you’ve avoided for a good 5 years. Chocolate brown eyes, splatters of freckles, muscled physique, bronze skin…

You can’t read his mind but if you could you are sure it would be the same thought as yours.

Fuck.

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“Fuck” A man you assume is Luffy’s brother says as he stares at you. Frozen like a deer in headlights.

He was coming out of the bathroom. Quickly going to grab a towel from the hallway closet in the flat he shared with his brothers. How was he supposed to know one of Luffy’s… hot friends would be here? The one he would eye across the one class he had with you during a professor’s boring lecture?

Your eyes unintentionally drift down as you try to comprehend what you are seeing. You quickly regret it. Your eyes dart up and you try to forget what you’ve already seen.

You two make eye contact for a few seconds before he, still wide eyed, closes the door while you dart down the hallway. You aren’t going to forget that first impression anytime soon.

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You remember your first legitimate sight of Ace, a memory that is not helping you in this situation at all. A different memory seems to be playing in Ace’s head by the look on his face as he takes in your appearance. Looking for changes maybe.

Ace shakes Cecil’s hand casually, but falters when he reaches you. What is he going to do? Pretend like he doesn’t know you?

“Good afternoon. I’m Ace, last name is Portgas.” He smiles at you but you can read in between the lines. He is as unprepared as you are.

Though Ace is smiling and behaving semi-normal despite the situation, you are sure your body language and facial expressions convey your true thoughts. You sit there still as a brick as Cecil gestures for him to take a seat.

He doesn’t look at you. Cecil introduces you at one point but his eyes look almost past you. Cecil doesn’t seem to notice anything off about his demeanor, but you do. He runs his fingers through his hair one to many times, his blinking is way too fast, he leans forward too much, and the arm closest to you isn’t on the table like the other one is. Details you aren’t sure how you remember.

Questions go by, when answering Cecil’s questions he turns to your direction but his eyes stare right past you as he answers. As soon as he turns to you his breathing quickens, his hand clenches and his shoulders tense. All things you notice before he turns back to Cecil to make eye contact with her.

Cecil coughs and turns her head in your direction. You know what for, though you’d rather be anywhere but here. You cross your fingers and hope you and Cecil don’t have the same questions since you were not at all paying attention.

“So, Mr. Portgas, how did you hear about this job?” You tilt your head curiously.

He takes a breath as soon as you speak your first word. He looks like he’s holding onto every word as you speak. “My brother works here… he recommended this position because I have an art major.”

You nod. Sabo must’ve been shaken because of you interviewing and having Ace in your team, “Impressive. And what can you bring to the position?” You squint your eyes skeptically

Ace freezes, “I believe…” he loosens his tie nervously.

You glance at Cecil, who is taking note of his behavior. Cutthroat bitch. Part of you is internally celebrating at the prospect of Ace not being a potential employee, but the other half is begging him to get it together.

“I can bring a new and innovative point of view to the team. Though this is my first legitimate office job and that can be a challenge to adjust to… but I’m not worn down from the job or stuck to the old way of doing things because of it.” It’s a decent answer, though Cecil doesn’t seem to appreciate his response.

You can see Ace is overthinking his answer in his mind, though his proud smirk says otherwise. He wants this done as soon as possible. Quite frankly, so do you. “That’s it for me. Thank you.” You say as quickly as possible.

Ace mumbles, “Thank you.”

Cecil didn’t seem too impressed with that either.

…That’s a good thing, yeah?

Cecil’s lips purse as she stares back at him, “Here at Hiraeth Resort, though our other departments may embrace new innovation, I have been sure to play our cards safely by using the same technique all these years. I’m afraid this might not be what you are looking for out of a job.”

Ace’s eyebrows furrow at her response, quickly scanning over your face, searching for something, a reaction to her words. The disbelief that you had confined yourself to a job like this etched across his features. His eyes linger on the bland gray and the jewelry metal that differed from your usual. You told him to never buy jewelry in that color, “I assure you I will do a great job no matter what your focus is.”

“...” Cecil analyzes his response before waving her hand, “That is it for me, we will get back to you at some point. I’m sure somebody appreciates the time you spent in this interview.”

That one stung.

You see Ace’s jaw clench and his features narrow before he sighs, “Thank you for your time Mrs. Brookes and… Ms. L/N.” He sends you a look of deep rooted betrayal masked by a layer of professionalism and longing. You aren’t sure which part of it is worse.

He reaches for a handshake from Cecil, which she does not reciprocate. He hesitantly reaches out for yours, hand shaky. He starts to pull back after a second, but you reach out to meet his hand. The handshake is brief, but the shiver the contact brings you is downright embarrassing.

As soon as that door shuts, Cecil turns to you, “Absolutely not.”

“...Why?” You should probably just nod and agree like you would with anyone else, no matter how qualified you believed they were. Something stops you.

She almost laughs, “He’s a disaster, sure some of his responses were decent… but a new point of view? Creativity? His job is to draw designs for the company mascot and posters! Look at this portfolio. ¼ of it is tattoo designs.”

“Everyone starts somewhere. He has a ton of job experience, it’s not all tattoo designs. He’s done posters and logos for restaurants and other businesses.”

“Ah yes, because a former firefighter will be very helpful in this job field.” She reads off the job list on Ace’s resume.

Hot. “It shows determination and sacrifice.” And it’s hot.

“I just don’t think he’s a good fit for the company.”

You fiddle with your rings, a color you despise, but it is Cecil’s preferred metal. “He has potential, I believe.”

She turns towards you, disbelief in her eyes, “You’re really for this guy?”

If she finds out about you two having dated, a clear conflict of interest, your chances at that promotion fly away.

You slowly nod, “I think he could be helped.”

Cecil scowls before sighing, “4 week paid internship, at the end of my time here, I will decide if he gets the job or not. You are in charge of shaping him to my standards.”

Your breath hitches. 4 weeks of constant… Ace? Nightmare, horrible idea.

“...Yes ma’am. I will not disappoint you.”

She grabs her pen and writes something down, “You best not, your job future is riding on the line as well. Dismissed.”

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Nami waves you down frantically as you are headed to the local coffee shop after work, a distressed Sabo and Koala next to her.

Nami gestures for you to sit down, which you reluctantly comply with, death staring at all three of them while they give you nervous smiles.

“You all knew?” You ask.

They nod.

“So did everyone else…” Sabo cringes, “But we didn’t think he was going to be under your team… so…”

“Right…”

“Listen… We know the situation is.. Rocky… but Ace needs the job… and there has been a lot going on for him. He got fired from the fire station after breaking Teach’s arm because he insulted pops.” Koala adds

Thank god he didn’t put the fire station as a reference.

“So far one person is for his hiring and the other wants him as far away from her and her department as possible.” You comment.

You immediately are met with a mix of pleading, disappointment and very subtle… threats? The last from Sabo, mainly.

“Guys.”

They continue. “GUYS!” Their attention finally is on you, “I am for hiring Ace, it’s Cecil who is against it”

Nami pauses and looks up at you, “...That checks out… actually.”

“I may not want Ace to be in proximity to me, but I won’t deny him a job. He has 4 weeks of a paid internship before Cecil decides if he gets a permanent job or not. Believe it or not, I defended Ace, no matter how-” You sigh, “... He is.”

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Sabo opens the door to Ace’s apartment, watching for a moment as pots and pans are roughly dropped on the counter as Ace stomps from fridge to cabinet to counter. “What.” Ace roughly lets out, not making eye contact with Sabo.

“...How’d the interview go…?” He awkwardly smiles. Ace whips his head up and scowls, the expression on his face giving all answers, “Right…”

Ace exhales deeply, “As soon as I saw her there I just knew… Why would you even let me go if you knew before that it was happening? Life just adores me, clearly. We break up, then I finally find some peace with my firefighting job, now that’s over and I come face to face with her. Waiting for her judgment, jobless, unworthy like some pathetic…! Ugh…” He rubs his temples, “I didn’t even read the email, I don’t want to deal with it. I should’ve just stayed at the tattoo shop, but I need to make enough to travel and… Jesus.”

Sabo stays silent before quietly glancing at Ace’s computer, pictures of your instagram open. He gives a wide-eyed stare back at Ace, who closes it and tosses it on his couch. Sabo ignores it and continues his thought, “Y/N defended you. Cecil despised you, but she says that you are being given a 4 week paid internship. Cecil- Mrs. Brookes- will decide at the end of it whether you actually get the job…” He gives a smile and a shrug, “Do with that information what you will.”

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Reason One to hate Portgas D. Ace:

He’s uncooperative

You point the camera back at the tall tan man across from you, trying to forget you have seen this aggravating man naked on your first meeting, “You realize we are doing this interview for you guys’ sakes right? All freshman basketball players this year. You’re on the starting lineup, so people are actually looking at you. And all the answers you have given me are inadequate.”

Ace leans back in his chair with a sigh, “I don’t see the point, really. I’m not trying to go to the NBA or anything.”

“Why?” You say, intrigued.

“...I don’t know?”

You throw your hands up, “Oh. My. God!”

“Why are you doing this anyway? Shouldn’t some sports journalism majors be doing this?”

“They all got caught using Chegg on their assignments and sharing answers in a group chat, so now me and some other Marketing students with a journalism minor have to do it.”

“...Oh.”

You groan, “Let’s try this again, why don’t you want to do basketball after college?”

Ace inhales, “...I don’t know… I guess… I mean… I like it, but I mostly do it because of the people on the team. Also it’s too much publicity… worrying about stepping on people’s toes and shit. Doing it professionally just seems… wrong… I don’t really know what I want to do with my life that I’d be good enough at…”

You turn off the camera, it didn’t seem like the type of response that should be recorded. For a split second, there was no camera, there was no mini microphone you had attached to his shirt. There was no 5 foot distance between the couch he was sitting on, his posture now up straight. It was just… you and this guy. Granted it was a guy you had first “met” when he was naked coming out of his bathroom, but still. Just you. Just you and ‘Ace’ “...It’s freshman year, you still have some time.” You shrug.

“...Yeah…”

You shake your head and turn on the camera again, “Uhh… now for the other questions.”

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cheesecakeluvrs · 2 months ago

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Ranking the rivals in Ranma 1/2

A few disclaimers for this ranking; the requirements for this list are they have to have an arc dedicated for them and have feelings for either Ranma or Akane at some point (though I excluded that one cat who tries to marry Akane), characters who only Ranma/Akane have feelings for are not here (though I’m pretty sure that’s just Dr. Tofu), there are also some rivals of rivals who will not be included in this list like Tsubasa, this ranking isn’t of something in particular but rather it’s a combination of how much I like them, how good of a rival they are, and how much they make me laugh, and I would also like to say EVERY SINGLE person on this list is horrible besides ONE.

A quick honorable mention for Mousse

He is one of the main 6 rivals and often fights Ranma however he does not have feelings for Akane so he will not be in the ranking (but I love Mousse so much so he probably would have been high).

Now a dishonorable mention to Happosai

He technically meets the requirements but it could also be argued all he feels is lust (though with how shallow many of these characters are that could be sad for many). I also just find him so annoying so he’s not here.

Number 10 I have Picolet

Picolet is a rival for Akane and in love with Ranma. Honestly he’s just this low because I remember the least about him. He eats a lot and demanded to marry someone from the dojo because of another old promise. He’s just not funny to me, the big mouth thing creeps me out, and there was 0 interest from Ranma.

Number 9 is Sentaro

Sentaro is a rival for both Akane and Ranma and first has feelings for female Ranma, then Akane, and later moves on from both of them. Sentaro is kind of just an unremarkable character for me. He followes a lot of the same tropes as many other people in Ranma as he’s looking for a wife and looking for someone to beat someone else. I think he’s a little funny but he really had no chance with either of them. Akane was a little flattered when he called her graceful and everything but still no interest

Number 8 is Shampoo

Shampoo is a rival for Akane and is in love with Ranma. She probably should be higher because she gets some uncommon points of a little bit of interest from Ranma (and by interest I don’t mean actually romantic but just flustered by their looks or something) though that is pretty easily canceled out by the fact that Ranma really just doesn’t like her and is pretty annoyed by her. Usually a rival will have some sort of problem that they will need help with from Ranma or Akane and Ranma or Akane are able to be understanding and treat them normally but while Ranma helps Shampoo he is pretty consistently annoyed with her. Also if you know me I really don’t like Shampoo so…

Number 7 is Gosunkugi

Gosunkugi is a rival for Ranma and is in love with Akane. Gosunkugi’s role in the manga is a little different from the anime. In the anime he is introduced like past episode 100 as a new kid in school and later falls for Akane as she is nice to him. In the manga he is introduced pretty early on as Akane’s stalker who only starts interacting and trying to get with Akane once he figures out she is engaged to Ranma. It is also unclear how long he had been stalking Akane. A lot of Gosunkugi’s moments in early anime were replaced by that rat guy who helps out the Kuno household, in episodes like the Romeo and Juliet one. Though after the introduction their moments are pretty similar. I’m not a fan of him, he’s very creepy and the reason he is above the others is simply he makes me laugh more than them. Him using his last paper doll to make sure Akane just doesn’t hate him is so funny to me. He’s very stupid and ultimately harmless to Ranma and most Ranma’s annoyances from him are jealousy of Akane being nice to him.

Number 6 is Mikado

Mikado is a rival for both Ranma and Akane, though mostly Ranma, and has feelings for both of them. Mikado was originally going to be lower but he gets some points because he makes Akane flustered at some points because of his looks (though it’s canceled in the same way as Shampoo) and I think he can be a little funny. He’s one of the least devoted rivals as he claims he loves all women. Though he is the reason for a few of some of my favorite Rankane moments so that also helps him.

Number 5 is Kuno

Kuno is a rival for both Ranma and Akane and is in love with both of them. Kuno is one of the most consistent rivals in Ranma 1/2 and probably the second most prominent. I love Kuno so much, I think he’s so funny… and very… handsome… most of his points derive from how funny he is. He also gets a few interest or I suppose “getting along” points, specifically with Akane as there are a few moments where they are able to be chill and some of my favorites are where Akane will boss him around and Kuno will just do anything she asks. I really do wish he would just move on to Mariko, as I think they would be so cute, but Rumiko Takahashi has a real problem with change. I like to imagine in the far future they are together.

Number 4 is the other younger Kuno sibling, Kodachi

Kodachi is a rival to Akane and is in love with Ranma. I absolutely adore Kodachi, I think she is one of the funniest people in the whole series. She’s absolutely brutal and manipulative but surprisingly I think her feelings for Ranma are a lot more noble compared to other rivals. A lot of the others are just for duty or tradition in the need for a wife but Kodachi actually falls for Ranma after he saves her and that’s something I really appreciate about her. I am very sad she is one of the main 3 female rivals that gets the least amount of time.

Number 3 is Ukyo

Ukyo is a rival to Akane and is in love with Ranma. Ukyo is possibly the most manipulative people in the whole serious, while Shampoo resorts to various magical items Ukyo takes advantage of whatever predicament Ranma is in to force him to marry her. Ukyo is one of those character where I just don’t understand why she loves Ranma. She is one of the few people on this list who Ranma considers to be a friend which gives her a lot of points. She also gets MANY points because unlike a lot of the other female rivals she is able to be chill with Akane at some points.

Number 2 is Ryoga

Ryoga is a rival for Ranma and is in love with Akane. Ryoga is the first person most people will think of when you mention rivals in Ranma 1/2. Ryoga later gets a girlfriend however he sadly is still not able to completely move on from Akane. He is very creepy when you think about all the things he does as p-chan and that is my main problem with him. A lot of the time people will bring up him trying to kill Ranma. I think this argument is often taken out of context, it was a very comedic moment because Ranma was harassing him. He often tries to justify his own bad actions like using magical items similar to Shampoo. Just because you were a little hesitant to do so doesn’t mean you didn’t do it. He is used as a contrast to Ranma’s own feelings towards Akane in how he sees her as very soft and gentle and Ranma sees her as very aggressive and mean, though in truth she is both. He gets many more points than the others in the chance category as there are some moments where Akane considers him as a possible romantic partner. Also when Akane was mad at Ranma they go on a (very aggressive) date. I know I’ve been insulting him but I really do love Ryoga, I think he’s very silly.

NUMBER ONE IS OF COURSE SHINNOSUKE

Shinnosuke is a rival to Ranma and is in love with Akane. AAHAGAHAGAHAFGSHAGA I LOVE SHINNOSUKE SO MUCH. He is just the perfect man to me. He was so sweet to Akane, his feelings were so genuine and perfect. He treats her with such respect and absolutely adores her. He is the one rival in this whole manga/anime who I consider to be an actual good person. He is very forgetful yes but oh he wrote her name everywhere just so he wouldn’t forget it, he kept confessing to her because he forget he did. I don’t know why there’s always talk about Shampoo being better for Ranma or Ukyo being better for Ranma, they are clearly not but Shinnosuke? SHINNOSUKE?!?!? Oh I’m sorry I’m sorry if I was Akane and my crush waited so long to actually confess oh I would’ve folded oh I’m sorry I would’ve folded. He’s so handsome agahagaa. Ranma really needs to stop beefing with people with headbands… Ryoga… Shinnosuke… Ryu… I love you Shinnosuke. He is the perfect rival not just character wise but narrative wise as he makes Ranma realize that he does and has to love Akane unconditionally despite her own feelings. This is my favorite arc and I know it will be forever but I can’t wait until he’s in the new anime. If you are an anime only person and have not seen his OVA watch it now!!! It also has some great Rankane moments. Oh Shinnosuke I love you so muchhhhhh. I feel bad having to put him on this list because he is just so much better than all of the other rivals.

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cheriladycl01 · 1 year ago

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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 5

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

As said in your interviews you did spend the time in the break working on your fitness. You and Zhou stayed in Switzerland the whole time, you both were in the gym pretty much everyday.

You guys watched as your team made core improvements to the car, using lots from the Ferrari currently on the grid. You knew the car would be quicker for Italy and you were excited to race there as it was a track your car would do well in.

You didn't think much about what happened with Carlos either, because why would you. It was a heat of the moment thing where there was an obvious attraction to Carlos, he had the hair, the puppy dog eyes, those soft muscles and the accent. The accent was the thing that really got you.

You'd worked too hard to get to where you are now and you weren't going to risk neither your job, nor your reputation for a guy. Regardless of how insanely attractive you found him.

The break between your last race in Australia until IMOLA felt very short despite it being a two weekend gap. Your mind was extremely clear and you were ready for this weekend.

You and Zhou flew to Italy from Switzerland and went right to the track. You both messed around for the whole of media day to the point where people couldn't actually find you both.

You were causing chaos round the paddock, running up and down the strip seeing who could do it the quickest or seeing who could sneak into a different teams hospitality and take a snack.

When media did find you, both you and Zhou couldn't stop laughing at everything the both of you were saying. Sometime's you'd say a joke to him in Chinese which obviously had the two of you screaming of laughter while the team and presenters awkwardly tried to work out what was so funny.

You eventually answered the racing related questions which everyone especially your PR managers were happy for even though you couldn't tell them about any of the improvements on the car. Just that you felt like this would be an more interesting race putting you into the higher mid field than you were right now.

Race day came so soon, and after being told to attempt to sand bag a little in FP1 coming 11 overall. You ended up qualifying 8th overall, which wasn't what you or you team were looking for but after running into some last minute car issues you just weren't there.

Saturday was awful, because of those car issues you didn't actually manage to get out for FP2 and went straight into the Sprint race. Luckily you were in points position coming in P7.

When it came to the race your car was fully ready and so were you. Zhou however had the opposite of you, where he had to have work done on his car when in Parc-Ferme conditions so he had to start from the pit lane.

You'd managed some immense overtakes throughout the race and you managed to come P4. It was your highest position yet and your race engineer couldn't be happier with you.

"Amazing race Y/N, guessing you had changes to the car after Australia and well, we really got to see your driving abilities up there today. You know considering that was a mid-field car, you really really showed us what you are made off!" the interviewer offers.

"Yeah it was a fantastic drive, just shy of a podium. Lando, was driving extremely well and defended from me until the end and I cant congratulate him more for that podium. Is it okay if i call this short, I want to be there to support my friend!" you smile, looking at the time next to the clock by the interviewing knowing the podium would be soon.

"Yes, yes of course!" she shoos you away, making comments on how you have some of the purest and kindest relationships on the grid.

You ran up to where all the Mclaren and Red Bull workers stood. You waited off to the back waiting for Max, Sergio and Lando to come out.

"Hey, we haven't spoken for a while" a voice says behind you making you jump a little.

"Lewis?" you ask in shock, looking around to see if anyone else was here from Mercedes but he seemed to be alone.

"Yes, Y/N?" he asks looking directly at you.

"What are, what are you doing here?" you ask.

"Just watching the celebrations. Well done on the race today, you did amazing!" he compliments making a light blush come across your cheeks.

"Thank you, I er, would say the same for you but today was a kind of shit show for you!" you smile softly.

"Yeah, the car had no pace at all. I'll come back next week in Miami!" he smiles rubbing your shoulder. After a minute of silence he starts the conversation up again.

"I haven't really spoken to you for a while, what's been going on?" he asks titling his head to the side.

"I've just been focused on getting better, I-" you say about to mention Carlos but decide against it.

"You what?" he pushes looking over at you.

"Ceremony is starting, shhhhh!" you smile putting a finger up to your lip and cheer loudly as Lando comes out onto stage. Your jumping up and down, making him laugh and shake his head. All the McLaren workers turn to look at whoever was celebrating more than them, laughing when they see you.

"Of course it's her!" one of them jokes, before turning back as Sergio walks out shortly followed making the whole of the Red Bull Team go wild.

You stand there respectfully as the Deutsch National Anthem starts to play. Once it ends and everyone starts to leave where they are you turn to Lewis.

"Did you want to go out in Miami, I know this amazing Vegan restaurant and I think your personal trainer will be happy with what they serve there" he offers and you think about it for a few seconds.

I mean, Carlos literally cornered you and kissed you, but Lewis he was just asking you to dinner as friends before the next race.

"Yeah sure, I'd like that. I don't have any friends in Florida. So having one will be nice!" you smile, before your PR manager comes up to you explaining that you need to go to the race debriefing.

You and Lewis had of course been photographed in the paddock together and loads of media accounts had gotten a hold of it.

Carlos had seen these posts, some of them particularly the tweets suggesting that you were both flirting and other posts suggesting that you watched the podium together.

He was shocked at first, he was angry that you would reject him the way you did and then say yes to Lewis.

But after he had some time to cool down and realize what had actually occurred, he came to the conclusion that these posts were the exact reason you couldn't be in a relationship with him. Everyone was always up in your business and it meant that whatever you were doing outside of driving they would use to critique your skills.

You probably had just bumped into Lewis at the podium ceremony and that picture was taken at the perfect time for the media to stir ridiculous stories about Lewis asking you out on a date in Miami to a Vegan restaurant.

He understood why you said what you said, now seeing how easily picked apart your life was. But he wanted to change that, he wanted to be able to be with you without all this animosity.

But how the Miami weekend would change things Carlos or yourself wasn't prepared for.

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Yours Truly, Romeo

Chapter 4 __ The Profile & The Profiler

Spencer Reid x FOC

Summary: Washington, DC - A string of grizzly murders and obsessive love letters causes Olivia and Spencer’s paths to intertwine. With a serial killer proclaiming his undying devotion to her and the thick tension surrounding her and her agent turned bodyguard, Olivia’s life is writing out like a contemporary love story that she, as a successful writer, could see herself publishing.

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"You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above the common bound." - Act 1, Scene 4. Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare

“We believe our unsub is a white male driving an SUV. He uses the vehicle to abduct and transport the male victims from Washington DC to Maryland,” Hotch stated in front of the members of the Washington PD.

Morgan stood next to him, hands on his hips. “His victims are between the ages 27-35 and we think the unsub is in the same age bracket.”

“Add to that, our unsub is experiencing a psychosis specifically called erotomania. This form of delusion is when an individual believes that another person, usually of a higher status, is in love with him. His weapon of choice also gives us another understanding on his psyche to these killings, using narcotics to kill symbolizes the emotional detachment the unsub has to his victims—” Spencer elaborated.

“Which means the victims were a crime of opportunity, rather than crime of passion,” Morgan injected.

“—and with his use of methanol and formaldehyde to preserve the body parts, we believe we are looking for an intelligent unsub.”

“Which is not unusual. True psychopaths often have above average intelligence.” Hotch clarified.

“This type of unsub will not have injected himself into the investigation as we often see. He will not be following the case very closely unless his fantasy to Ms. Olivia Hill is disturbed.” Morgan concluded.

The Washington chief detective raised his pen up in the air. “So how come he hasn’t tried to kidnap Ms. Hill rather than kidnapping all these male victims?”

“It’s because his fantasy—transformation if you will—isn’t complete yet. He’s collecting all these different body parts to fit into her perfect male partner. Once that process is complete, he will try to kidnap her next.” Spencer explained.

Morgan took a deep breath. “There is something about him that would be helpful, he has a superficial connection to Ms. Hill. Not enough for her to notice his feelings but enough for him to project his fantasy, possibly a colleague or someone she interacts with on a daily short basis like a delivery man.”

“We suggest not to go public with this information and to re-interview female co-workers to ask if they’ve noticed any untoward or suspicious behaviors from their male co-workers to Ms Hill,” Hotch said as Morgan’s phone started to ring. “Thank you very much.”

With his back turned to the police officers leaving the premise, he accepted the call and put it on speaker. “Prentiss, what you got?”

She sighed. “Another body has been dumped in the Potomac River, skinned from his upper thigh to feet.”

“That completes his suit,” Spencer noted.

“Forensics is currently running his fingerprints in the system to see if we have him in the database. I’ll get Garcia to forward any information she has,” she stated before ending the call.

The two FBI agents turned around to face their stern unit chief for further instructions. “Morgan, you’re with me for the re-interview. Reid, you go back to Ms. Hill’s residence and Reid,—“

“Yes?”

“—keep us updated on any slight disturbance.”

Spencer nodded, gathering his belongings before dashing out of the precinct.

———

Dusk was beginning to settle when Spencer turned off the SUV ignition in front of her residence. Crossing the empty and calm street road, he took note of any rustling noise, flickering neighborhood lights—the lack thereof—and dark corners where the unsub could hide while keeping watch of the doorstep. All the curtains were shut, he observed, as if mimicking a moat bridge drawn up to protect the castle and it’s inhabitants. Steeling his nerves, he knocked on the door and announced his presence.

“Olivia, it’s Dr Spencer Reid,” He called out.

Several bolts were heard being unlocked from the other side before the door fully swung open, Olivia’s eyes darting behind his stature before widening as it settled on his form.

“Oh, uh-hi Dr. Reid, you look—different,” her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink as she observed his change in attire. Gone was the brown sweater vest that emphasized his lithe form and the lilac button down shirt that was once hidden underneath now had its sleeve pushed up to his forearms. With the vest out of the way and the gun holster secured on his waist visible, he looked formidable, sensual, and dangerous rolled into one. The sharp contrast to the soft spoken and intriguing male that she met this afternoon to the knight and shining armor rounding her living space had her feeling lightheaded with desire.

Spencer sat down at the worn love seat sofa located in her office. “My team is re-interviewing your female colleagues and I’d like to ask you for any strange male colleagues and interactions that rubbed you off the wrong way.”

“I don’t really interact with any other publishing employees beside from my agent and publicist,” she sat beside him with a glass of water in hand. “One of the perks of being a writer is not having to interact with anyone beyond necessary.”

A heavy silence covered their surroundings. Their thighs softly caressing the other, as if whispering the subconscious declaration of intrigue and attraction. Eyes flitting across the room, never meeting each other’s gaze afraid of unconsciously communicating their innermost thoughts.

His palms opening and closing, unsure of what he needs to do and apprehensive of what he wants to do. Hers drumming on her thighs, nervous of the palpable tension around them. He wanted to touch her delicate hand, he realized—to envelope hers in his, to trace patterns on the back of her hand that will never leave a trace but wishing it would, and to never let go.

“Dr Reid, is it too forward of me to ask if you’re in a relationship?” Olivia rushed out to ask, clearly sheepish with her inquiry.

His ears turning red at the implication behind her questioning. “My job and its urgency isn’t ideal for a relationship,” he explained. “Being on call 24/7 and not knowing when I’ll be able to return home isn’t a fair deal for a potential partner. Statistically speaking, divorcees are common in the FBI, especially in the BAU.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

A silence crept between them.

“Spencer,” he clarified, noticing the little scrunch of her nose as if asking him to further clarify. “Call me Spencer.”

She smiled, the kind so infectious that he felt his own lips curling upwards and his filter evaporating into nothing. “Did you know that women in the romance community are more likely than the general population to be currently married or living with a partner?” He articulated as his fingers tapped a rapid beat on his thigh, an outward display of nervousness. “More often than not, most writers are to be in happy relationships. The stereotype depictions of the lonely, lovesick romance writer who pens alluring novels is largely false in narrative.”

“Huh, I’ve always thought the minds behind romance would be the hopeless romantic pouring over their frustrations, hopes, and dreams into ink to escape reality and live out their fantasies,” she countered back.

His body shifted to face hers. “That is not necessarily incorrect. Romance novels are, for the most part, written by women, about women, for women but it also allows the writers to explore who they are as a woman. Who you want to be. Finding out what you can be. Pushing yourself to be more of who you are.”

“So it’s more of self navigation and therapy?”

He nodded, pleased that his intention was understood even if he explained it in a convoluting way. “Yes, actually more like a self discovery and research.”

“Sadly and realistically speaking, I do tend to fall on the stereotype category of being a romance writer,” she shrugged as if it was no big deal. “So Mr Genius, how’d you end up in the FBI and as a profiler?”

His eyebrows scrunched in concentration unsure to what extent he should divulge. “I was recruited and this was the path that I wanted to do.”

“Can you profile me, then?” She smiled, leaning further into him. “I’m no criminal but I’d like to see your job in action. To see if it’s how they portrayed it in the movies, I mean.”

She was obviously flirting, Spencer noted. He was known to be oblivious to these types of advances as Morgan pointed out, mainly rooting from his deep sense of insecurity, but she was making it clear that she felt an attraction to him or maybe he was just projecting his own emotions, he countered in his mind. After all, he didn’t have the typical male physique—muscles that allude a capability to protect and attack. His greatest asset would be his IQ of 187 that slashes into 60 whenever her set of doe-eyed eyes looks into his with such trust and comfort. His hand moved on their own accord, swiping on her lower lip that was being assaulted by her teeth.

Her breath hitched and his hand quickly dropped, a visible flush coloring his cheeks. “That was, uh, that was inappropriate of me—“

“It’s alright, Spencer.”

“I—it’s really not. You—you asked for a profile, yes?” He brought up, desperate to diffuse the atmosphere and change the subject matter. “You’re a perfectionist based on the organization of your home. Your books are a financial success but you still use an old sedan, possibly a hand me down from your father based on the color and make, which tells me you’re frugal with your income, despite the fact that your house is located in one of the pricier neighborhoods—I believe this is your biggest purchase to date—and that you possibly grew up in a middle income family. You subconsciously tap your fingers on your thighs when you’re nervous and you keep your nails short meaning you’re other tic would be nail biting which you’re trying to break. And you mentioned that you fall under the stereotype category of being a romance writer which tells me you didn’t date much during your school years and never felt the need to go through all the usual considered landmarks of being a teenager, kissing under the bleachers and such. Perhaps you’ve had a boyfriend or two, nothing noteworthy for inspiration and romance, so you pour your hopes and dreams into the characters and scenarios you create.”

“You missed one more important piece.”

He titled his head, thinking of what he could have possibly missed.

“You, and my apparent attraction to you. How I’d like to see you again once this situation is through,” her voice trailed off, the sudden confidence evaporating from her body.

There was silence. His intelligent, hyper-active mind not knowing how to respond. Her confession had rendered him mindless and mute.

The lights flickered, as if wanting to escape their bodies as the space in between lessens ever so slightly, before complete darkness and danger shrouded over.

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stellar-constellations · 9 days ago

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after seeing deadest of dead ends I kind of thought about Star Patient since Andrew gets hospitalised after jumping off another window and now I'm really curious about how you think it would have worked out if in Start Patient Andrew ended up hospitalised after this suicide attempt (imagine that SOMEHOW for this scenario Andrew survives that fall). The whole SA of Andrew? His alcoholism? Would Ashley be alive too or would she have died there? I think it would be SOOO neat if you could answer my questions! Love all of your works!! ❤️❤️

Sorry for the late response to this question, I've been driving across the country for a family funeral, so I haven't had time to write Heart on the Market or get to this request yet. Now that I am back, I will answer!

The Chances:

I always kind of figured the suicide idolization would end up being an ending in TCOAAL, I'm just surprised it was foreshadowed in chapter 1 as jumping off a building; I would've at least expected Andrew to die of alcohol poisoning or hard drugs, and Ashley just getting shot by Andrew during one of his drunken fits. But yeah, I guess we can have this weird Romeo-Juliet death together; forbidden lovers, forbidden siblings... Yuck....

But having Andrew and Ashley jump out of a window really gave me a mental flashbang. Has the developers been reading my story? (No, the answer is no). Ahaha! But it's fun to think about!

Realistically, they couldn't survive that fall. Falling more than 6 feet becomes deadly, and the height Andrew and Ashley fell from was higher than that.

Considering a one-story building is around 10 feet tall (according to calculator.academy). I'm using the left building as an example to help us (even though Andrew and Ashley look like they're higher up than the left building). The left building has what appears to be 7 floors, so that's 70 feet, a fall pretty much nobody could survive from, and if they do, they're paralyzed for sure.

BUT, that's not fun to say that they died! So as you said, let's imagine Andrew survives!

Seeing as Andrew is falling first onto the pavement, it seems like he'd be cushioning Ashley, so if he manages to survive the fall, there's a high chance Ashley would also survive the fall!

Star Patient Plot Change??:

Star Patient took place after the end of Chapter 2, because chapter 3 wasn't out yet. If Star Patient Andrew took place after chapter 3. I'm just going to predict them on a whim because I really don't feel like doing a whole psychological prediction and shit.

I'd honestly predict Andrew being a worser person. One who murders impulsively (such as killing the camper kid in episode 3). One who self-harms through drinking and drinking, maybe even stealing hospital drugs to get a high to escape his miserable life.

I killed Ashley off in Star Patient because I knew, realistically, she'd be a major problem through the story line. Andrew isn't Andrew without Ashley; Ashley isn't Ashley without Andrew. As long as Ashley was alive, Andrew was going to continue being a bad person with her because he lives through Ashley.

BUT! Star Patient Episode 3 Andrew (yikes, long title), would be different. Honestly, I can just see him trying to kill himself again, (with or without Ashley), considering he'd be in so much pain after that 70+ foot jump.

With Ashley, if she survived the jump, I think she would never fucking jump again, that's for sure. Ashley doesn't like pain, so she would refuse to jump again, try to convince Andrew to run away with her. If Andrew tried to die again, I think she would shoot him and then herself (like that one ending, whatever it was called that I'm too lazy to look up).

Personally, I wish she would leave Andrew and find a safe home for herself (like a woman's domestic violence shelter, because wtf Andrew?) But realistically, she wouldn't leave him. She'd end up choosing a quick way to die, or she'd just live out her life with him, probably paralyzed forever. I feel like Ashley would be more skittish after her near-death encounter. She would still have an attitude and sass, but would quickly back down after pissing Andrew off so he doesn't suggest another swan dive or hit her again.

BUT, if we were to go another route, let them both live and not try to kill themselves and stay with Star Patient's Reader, I think the reader would keep them in separate rooms (and beds), try to fix that toxic codependency between the both of them. I think that either A, Reader would become a yandere (not just Andrew like in the story). for the both of them due to the intimacy of their toxic power dynamic. Or B, she would be murdered by Ashley who forced Andrew to kill Reader to prove that Andrew loves Ashley, because Ashley couldn't deal with that kind of jealousy and insecurities, especially being in a powerless situation like that.

But I like to think that Reader tries to escape them because of how obsessive Andrew and Ashley would be, having a mother/partner-like figure to actually care and love them and nurture them. So Andrew and Ashley become obsessed with Reader, and Reader tries to escape because it feels too much like her stalker Ren (which Andrew and Ashley would quickly kill upon having him in the city).

RAHHHH, FINISHED! I hope that my rant made sense. I actually went to watch the Deadest of the Deads ends, which was a lot like the shots and shots (or whatever it was), at first. Seeing Ashley scared when falling and the bruises on her genuinely made my heart ache (I get too attached to the characters).... Thank you Xkaobt for the ending video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUoJdiS9Qqk)

I'm working more on Heart on the Market now that I'm finally back at home! Thank you for your patience as I go through my mourning process, I hope to see you all in my next post!

P.S: I didn't say nothing about Andrew's SA because I had nothing to say about it. I refuse to believe it happened. And also because I don't think it really affects their personalities much...

Once more, the Andrew Graves masterlist for those who haven't checked it out, this is so you know what Star Patient is: https://www.tumblr.com/stellar-constellations/743073859210706944/andrew-graves-masterlist?source=share

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OMG i think im obsessed with TTB lately i have to ask do u have any voiceclaims for Regan and Nat (also Rabiel) ? Or at least any description of their voices ? Would love to hear them in my head they get me so normal hghghrhrr happy womens month

MWAHAHA.. ty and you're in luck I'm a little insane about this stuff. Regan has a husky but young sounding voice and speaks with a loosey goosey cadence to fit. She's very smiley and you can definitely hear it when she talks. A very close voiceclaim would be rio Romeo.

Nat has a higher voice than Regan's but has a sort of unfitting graveness to it, kinda like how the VA for clementine in the walking dead game tweaks her performance to make the character sound more serious and grown up in later seasons. She's got a bit of a mix between a standard US accent and a Singaporean accent so it's hard to find a voiceclaim for her, but in terms of her timbre and how she carries herself through speaking the Crane Wives' frontman is pretty much what I imagine.

Rabel is an interesting critter. I try to write his dialogue to sound the way an angel would talk and he'd have this three-part harmony voice going on, singing more than just speaking (ttb you are not immune to the queer media musical curse /j). It consists of a man's voice, a woman's voice and a child's voice. I don't have a vc for all three lol but hozier is one hundred percent what I think about when I imagine Rabel.

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Chapter 09: Ruin

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars (rewritten!)

Hi! After working on this story for about a year and a half, I've decided to take a break from creating new chapters for now to focus on rewriting from the beginning. I hope you'll give the new and improved version a chance. Constructive feedback is always welcome and much appreciated!

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Sebastian Sallow and Kate Mayflower spent their first date walking around Hogsmeade until the early hours of the morning. Both of them felt an instant and deep connection to each other. Though she had never moved that quickly in any other relationship, Kate invited him to her cottage. After Sebastian promised her it wouldn’t just be a one-night stand, they passionately made love and found that they were even more in tune with each other than originally thought. Both of them wondered, deep down, if the other was their soulmate. As Kate fell asleep in his arms, Sebastian worried about the way Kate might react when she eventually learns about his past; he didn’t share the full truth with her out of both hope and fear. He knew that she would ask about his terrible scarring sooner rather than later but prays that she is kind enough to not let it spell disaster for their budding relationship.

Tags: Romance, New Relationship, Hope and Dreams, Honesty, Lies, Confessions, Betrayal, Morals and Values, Angst, Sorrow, Emotional Turmoil, Dark Magic, Hurt/No Comfort

Content Warnings: The morning after, feelings of betrayal, emotional turmoil, sad ending

NSFW Illustration by @giselsann below the cut

Chapter Music: “A Red, Red Rose” - Bear McCreary (Outlander soundtrack), “The Sun is in Your Eyes” - Jacob Collier, “Tribute” - J. Scott Rakozy (Hogwarts Legacy soundtrack), "The Crypt, Pt. 2" - Abel Korzeniowski (Romeo and Juliet soundtrack), “Farewell” - Dario Marianelli (Atonement soundtrack)

Word Count: ~4,700

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Chapter 9: Ruin

She giggles, rushing over the top of a vibrant green hill dotted with bleating sheep. One tiny hand holds up her skirt and smock so that she doesn’t trip, and the other tugs along a young boy with a mop of black hair and clothing from long, long ago. Smiling, he shouts something in a language she doesn’t recognize, but it’s clear from his body language that he’s begging her to slow down. She shakes her head, continuing to dash towards a forest with a grin.

She’s a young child. Ten, perhaps, judging from her size? She doesn’t recognize the setting or her clothing - it’s that of a… medieval peasant? Perhaps the girl isn’t her…

A few buildings with thatched roofs grow further and further away as the two run off on an adventure. The woods ahead grow closer and closer. The sun is setting in the distance.

They hurry into the forest, jumping over fallen branches and startling some wild animals. A squirrel skitters through the brush and leaps to safety on the bark of a tree, climbing higher and higher until it is out of sight.

A creek comes into view, and the two slow as they approach it. Kate walks to the shore’s edge and peers into the water. A girl she doesn’t recognize is reflected back. A handkerchief-like piece of fabric covers the top of her head. Her long hair is curly and so lightly blonde it practically looks white. Green eyes look back at her freckled cheeks, her smile missing a baby tooth. She glances at the boy, puzzled.

And then she wakes.

What a strange dream… Kate muses.

She realizes she is not alone. Almost instantly, memories from the previous night flood her mind. Good conversation, laughter, kisses, skin on skin, passion… She feels Sebastian’s body, warm and strong, completely engulfing her own as they lay, spooning. His hand is curled between her breasts. She is tempted to close her eyes once more, to simply listen to him breathing steadily and softly. But the day has broken.

She lightly grazes his arm in a featherlight touch - up and down. He inhales sharply, waking up. After a minute, he realizes where he is and who he is with. He kisses her shoulder, his lips lingering when his hold over her tightens, as if she will disappear at any moment if he lets go.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Sebastian murmurs in a sleepy yet content voice.

Kate smiles. “Good morning, moon prince.” She chuckles.

They lay quietly for a moment. Sebastian’s fingers begin to roam her body. He languidly presses his lips to her shoulder over and over again, his morning wood proud against her bottom. She relaxes into him.

“Mmmm,” Kate hums in approval. She slowly turns over to face him and giggles at his hair sticking up in odd places.

Sebastian’s chocolate eyes examine her face and every inch of her body that isn’t covered by the quilt, as though he is thoroughly memorizing each detail. He’ll be replaying this moment in his mind for the foreseeable future. Her golden hair, tangled from their very early morning activities, her eyes, blue like a summer sky, the pink blush upon her cheeks, her soft skin, rosy nipples on her large, round breasts. His fingers dance along her cheekbone affectionately.

“So… this was not a dream,” Sebastian finally says. “I’m very pleased.”

Kate leans in to briefly kiss him. “No, it’s not a dream. We’re really here together. I’m so glad you stayed.”

He grins dreamily. “I could get used to this...”

She lets out a little laugh, then kisses him and wraps her arms around him. Suddenly, she feels his scars again. It rips her out of the haze of romance. She pulls away slightly, trying to hide her reaction.

“Since you let me sleep here, may I contribute in some way?” Sebastian asks. “Shall I make us something for breakfast?”

Kate’s eyebrows raise in shock. “You want to cook… for me?”

“Well, yes…? Is that a problem?”

She quickly shakes her head. “No, n- not at all… I’m just… surprised.”

“Kate, allow me. I want to please you.”

She smiles. “I certainly won’t say no. You may have free range in my kitchen. Use anything you like. Ingredients, pots, pans - anything.”

He captures her lips in a long kiss before scooting to the edge of the bed. “I’m happy to do it for you.” He stands, facing her once more, and stretches as she ogles his naked form. Bending down, he finds his underpants, tugging them back on.

“Shall I come with you?” she asks.

“No, I’d like for you to relax. I’ll serve breakfast in bed. Let me take care of you.”

She’s dumbfounded. A man willing to cook? Wanting to please her? It’s nothing she’s ever experienced, only imagined in her wildest fantasies. “Thank you, Sebastian…”

He grins widely. Kate stares as he strides out of the bedroom, but then, her eyes bulge when, finally, she can clearly see the scars covering his back. She attempts to hold in a gasp of horror. She has never seen anyone with so many scars. Brutal ones. It appears as though Sebastian had been whipped repeatedly. But it isn’t just lashes - some marks suggest other injuries. Even overlapping those are some that look like lightning - like he had been electrocuted.

How…? How could he have so many scars? What could possibly explain them? Kate cannot come up with any reasonable answer, no matter how much her mind spins. Then she remembers his deflection. “Kate, we can talk about that later…” His words echo in her head.

Cupboards noisily open and close in the kitchen while utensils clink. Eventually, the scent of bacon fills the air. Kate waits anxiously. If she is to be with him, there is so much she needs to ask, so much she needs to know.

Sebastian returns several minutes later, carrying a plate of food and a cup of water. Still clad only in his undershorts, Kate studies his upper body in closer detail. He has freckles everywhere, which she finds charming. His torso is lean - chiseled and athletic; it is clear that he takes care of his body. His back, however, is a complete contradiction.

Kate accepts the bacon and buttered toast as Sebastian places the glass on the nightstand next to her. He kisses the top of her head, then strolls out of the room to retrieve his own plate. Her eyes follow his marred back as he steps back into the hallway. She debates how to address what she wants to ask as he disappears from view. Where to even start?

“Your kitchen is lovely, Kate,” Sebastian compliments as he walks back into the room, clambering into bed while balancing his plate. “I hope you like the food. I know it’s simple, but I just wanted to make something quickly. I don’t know when you last ate, but for me, it was quite some time ago.” He chuckles quietly. “I’m starving.”

“It’s such a treat to have breakfast in bed. No one ever serves me. I do everything on my own here,” Kate replies, biting into the toast. “So, thank you. Thank you for the breakfast… and for the reminder that I don’t have to be on my own.”

Sebastian eats a slice of bacon, contemplating her words. When he speaks, his tone is genuine and kind. “No, you don’t have to be alone. Not anymore. I want to be with you... I mean it.” He brings her hand to his lips. “I know I haven’t been all that transparent with you about my own background yet, but I want to know everything about you.”

“And I you,” Kate replies, sipping some water.

While they eat, there are several moments in which neither of them talks.

Sebastian eventually breaks the ice again. “I know your family doesn’t live near here. Do you… feel lonely on your own?”

Kate exhales. “I have a lot of friends and a large extended family, so I know I’m not truly alone, but… No one I’m close to lives near me.” She hesitates. Her eyes are cast down when she admits, “Yes. I’m lonely. I’m lonely all the time. It’s hard to live on my own. Really, really hard.”

Sebastian nods. “I can relate. I’ve been alone for a long time.”

Kate takes a breath, knowing this conversation might be difficult. He had mentioned that his parents had passed, as well as his sister. She then asks, “Why don’t you tell me about your family, Sebastian?”

He sighs, and there is a pause. He can’t keep stalling or hiding. Kate is already asking questions. It was inevitable, after all. “My family…” he begins, avoiding looking at her. “...it’s complicated.” He white-knuckles the plate, his face growing a little red. Slowly taking a breath, he meets her eyes. His voice breaks when he admits, “The truth is, Kate, that I don’t have a family.”

Kate didn’t realize that he truly didn’t have any family left. “Sebastian, I’m so sorry.” She pauses, taking his hand again. “Would you be willing to… to tell me more?”

Sebastian is slightly trembling as he shakes his head. “I… I can’t,” he whispers, tearing up. “Kate, you seem so loving… and kind… and caring… and if I tell you more, it’s going to ruin something as wonderful as we have, even in this short amount of time…”

“Why would telling me about your family ruin everything?” Confused, her hand tightens over his.

“I…” He sighs. “If I speak the truth to you, Kate, it will change how you think of me.” His next words come out very softly. “I don’t want to lose you. I mean it when I say I want to be with you, for us to have a future together. This isn’t the right time…”

“But I want to know. I should know,” Kate gently insists. “Sebastian, we can’t build any kind of relationship without honesty or not really knowing each other. Please.” She looks at him with so much concern, kindness, and compassion.

“Kate…” He hesitates, his eyes drawn down to the bed. He wants to keep her safe from the truth about his past, but she deserves to know - and to be able to make a decision for herself once she does. Sebastian takes a deep breath. “My family is dead. Every single person. And it’s all because of me.” A tear falls, impossible to hold back. “I was too young to save my parents - only ten years old. But still, I can’t help but believe I could have done something.” He sighs. “It happened so suddenly. It was like any other day. My da and mum - they were in the cellar, reading and studying… No one knew there was a gas leak. It was impossible to detect.” He pauses. “Even today, I still can’t understand how something so mundane could have ended them. They were so intelligent and brave. If I hadn’t been outside playing with Anne… If I had checked in with them sooner instead of getting distracted… Maybe they wouldn’t have died.”

The dam has broken, and Sebastian begins to sob. She pulls him close, holding him tight against her chest and allowing him to cry on her shoulder. She traces a finger along his spine soothingly.

“You can’t possibly blame yourself,” she murmurs. “You couldn’t have helped it…”

“But there’s more. Far more,” he argues.

A few moments later, he pulls away, wiping his face. Everything within him is screaming that he should lie, to keep this sweet, good woman in his life, but he knows he cannot keep the truth to himself any longer. Sebastian’s eyes roam over her face, savoring what might be the final few moments she accepts him.

He holds his fist to his mouth. “I’m not the person you think I am, Kate.” His expression is filled with guilt and grief. “I’m… I’m a criminal.”

Kate shrinks back. With an edge of fear, she whispers, “What?”

Sebastian’s eyes grow watery again. He can already tell - just from the tone of her one word response - that it’s all over. He hangs his head, dejected. “It’s true. When I was in my fifth year at Hogwarts, I used an Unforgivable on my uncle - the killing curse. I… I was arrested and taken to Azkaban.” His throat tightens, and even breathing feels painful.

Kate’s eyes grow wide. Her mind is racing - absolutely racing. “You… you were in Azkaban?!” she asks, pulling the covers tighter to her body. She begins to wonder if she needs to be careful around him, though he never seemed dangerous - not until this moment.

Sebastian nods slowly, a tear slipping out as he sees how frightened Kate becomes. “I understand what you are thinking right now.” He lets out a sigh. “But… I want you to know that I didn’t want to k- kill my uncle. I didn’t mean it. Please, you have to trust me.”

Her jaw drops as she considers a response. Trust him? How can I? What do I even know about curses? She is quickly transported back to Hogwarts, taking notes during one of Professor Hecat’s lectures regarding the Unforgivables. As someone who hates conflict and was always reluctant to participate in duels, Kate was never considered a strong student in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but despite the many years that have now passed, she still remembers her teacher’s words. Kate echoes them: “In order to cast any of the Unforgivables, you have to really mean it…” She trails off. The logical part of her brain warns her that he is a killer and that saying more could potentially jeopardize her safety. At the same time, her heart weeps for the romance lost, the ghost of what could have been already haunting her.

“My uncle tried to kill me, Kate. I didn’t want to use that curse. I didn’t want to bury him. But what else could I have done? I had no choice. Please, you have to understand…”

“Why would your uncle want to kill you?”

Sebastian’s face contorts as he shakes his head miserably, already giving up. He mutters, “It’s a long story, and I don’t imagine you will even care to listen to all of it. I won’t force you; it’s a lost cause, anyway. I know you will never want to see me again after this.” He pauses to see if she will disagree with what he said, but she remains silent. It’s over. It’s already fucking over. “My Uncle Solomon became our guardian when our parents died. Some years later, like I already told you, my sister, Anne, was cursed… and I was trying to find a cure for her because my uncle had completely given up. I was her only hope. So… I… dabbled in Dark magic, trying to fight fire with fire.” His jaw clenches. “My uncle found out I was practicing illegal spells and studying the Dark arts. He accused me of wanting to actually become a Dark wizard. He always hated me, Kate. He… attacked me.” He sniffles. “I swear to you, I was just trying to save my sister, but… I failed. I couldn’t save her or my parents. Not only that, I’m a- a murderer.” His voice breaks, and he averts his wet eyes.

“Honestly, I’m nothing but a monster,” he mutters, grimacing. “You won’t want to associate with me anymore, but… I need you to know that it felt so good to be with you, even for just one night. It really did, Kate. You’re one of a kind. You’re an angel. Caring and good-hearted and witty and funny… and beautiful. So beautiful. You deserve better than to be stuck with me. I’m… not worthy of you. Not at all.”

Kate’s heart feels as though it is crumbling into a million tiny pieces. Her eyes fill with tears. “I really don’t know what to say, Sebastian. You… you didn’t portray yourself accurately when we met. I just thought you were like… anybody else, really. I mean, I don’t usually begin getting to know someone by asking if they’ve murdered someone… I had no reason to believe that about you. I never would have thought you had killed someone and went to Azkaban for it...” Defeated, she stares off into space for a while before continuing. “I don’t know you that well. Maybe not at all. You charmed me into believing that we are… like a destined pair of lovers. Are you… trying to manipulate me somehow? Take advantage of me? Am I a fool?” She closes her eyes, cringing. Sebastian watches a tear smoothly glide down her cheek. “Bloody hell, I never do this. I never take men home! Merlin, I am a fool!” She shamefully buries her face in her hands.

Sebastian fixes his eyes on the floor, the weight of her words looming over him. “You’re not a fool. You were just… kind, not judging me so quickly like everyone else. And it meant everything to me, Kate. Truly.” He carefully places his hand on her shoulder. She flinches, and he draws back, wounded.

“Why… why didn’t you just tell me about your background upfront?”

“Kate, come on. You wouldn’t have given me a chance at all if you knew right away about how terrible my past is. Don’t deny it,” he replies.

Kate nods, acknowledging the truth. She would have immediately dismissed him, had she known.

“I just… wanted a chance to try to build something good for once,” he explains desperately. “I’m lonely. I’m so lonely. I have no one...”

Her vision blurs, and she can taste her own salty tears on her lips. I’m lonely, too…

“Kate… please… is there any way I can earn your trust?”

She wipes her eyes, shaking her head. Almost inaudibly, she murmurs, “I don’t know, Sebastian… I don’t know.”

He lets out a shaky breath.

After a minute of sitting quietly and listening to the birds outside, she finally asks in a neutral tone, “Do you still practice Dark magic?”

“I will not lie to you. Yes. Yes, Kate, I do. I can’t explain it fully to you, but… I need it. I know you may not understand... I try to avoid it, but I need that magic.” I can’t tell her about my job… it’s too classified to share with someone who isn’t committed or close to me. It would endanger her, and me, and the mission. She’s not going to be around much longer anyway. This is a lost cause… just a fucking one-night stand after all… but Merlin help me, I want more… I need her…

“Then I can’t. I can’t be with someone that practices Dark magic. I just can’t. It goes against everything I believe,” she replies. Her throat is burning, more tears threatening to overwhelm her. “I… I don’t want a life like that. I always thought finding love would… feel warm. A- and it did… until… S- Sebastian, I…” her voice breaks as she now starts to weep. “I thought you wanted the same things I do, but… I guess I am wrong.”

Sebastian’s face is twisted with guilt. Softly, he replies, “No, you aren’t wrong, Kate. I want to have a loving family and find genuine happiness, just like you. I do want the same future.” He considers for a moment how he might yet convince her, but he is starting to feel like it’s pointless.

“I am so confused,” Kate admits, wiping at her face and trying to get a grip on the situation. “You had me completely convinced that we were meant to be together. We… had an instant connection. Great conversation. Your sense of humor is like mine, and I’m… I’m so attracted to you. The sex - it was mind-blowing.” She sighs heavily, her gaze pleading. “Is there… is there really nothing I can say to convince you to stop using Dark magic, Sebastian?”

He answers quickly. “Kate, I want to be with you. I swear I wasn’t trying to manipulate you. I share the same feelings. We are meant to be together - I cannot explain it, but I know it’s true. And you know it, too,” Sebastian whispers desperately. “I just… I can’t stop practicing Dark magic. I’m so sorry.” He sighs, his expression already filled with regret. He bows his head, running his hand through his hair. “There’s… nothing you can do. Not unless you’re willing to give this a chance, even knowing what you do.”

Kate nods, looking away. She bites her lip unwittingly until she tastes blood.

Several moments pass, and it is very quiet.

“You a- aren’t really an Auror, are you?” she asks in a shaky voice, needing to know what is true and what is not.

“No, not exactly, but from a certain point of view, perhaps,” he whispered, and then his expression became more serious. “I made a deal with the Ministry - well, I was forced to - in order to stay out of Azkaban. I… can’t tell you much more. I work with Aurors in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but I am not really one of them. I… never even graduated from Hogwarts. I don’t have the credentials to be an Auror.”

“And you don’t live in Feldcroft either, do you?”

Sebastian shakes his head. “No, I don’t live there. That’s where my uncle lived. It was the last permanent home I had.” His voice trembles as he continues on. “I don’t really even have a home, Kate.”

Her heart aches at the betrayal, yet she still feels pity towards him. “Did you lie about everything?”

“No. I never lied about having a connection with you, Kate.” His tone is genuine. “Merlin, you are the most caring person I’ve ever met, and I hate that you feel like I’ve taken advantage of that - like you can’t trust me. Please believe me: I never lied about my feelings for you, Kate. I just… didn’t have the courage to tell you about my past. I knew it would ruin everything. I think I wanted… maybe I wanted… to just pretend for a while that someone like you might actually care about someone like me.”

Defeatedly, he whispers, “I guess I will never stop paying for what I did when I was a kid. Never. Nothing I do will ever make it better. I’m destined to be punished for the rest of my life. And now I will lose you, the only person who has shown me kindness and given me a chance in many years. I got my hopes up, thinking you could be the-” he stops himself mid-sentence, debating his choice of words and deciding he might as well say it, since he probably will never see Kate again anyway. “I… really believed you might be the one. But now I understand that meeting you was yet another punishment from the gods. I don’t deserve love.”

Kate exhales slowly, weeping because of her own broken heart but also his. “But I really, truly believe we have a connection, Sebastian. I don’t know what it is about you, but there is something there.” A tear falls from her eye. “I respect myself too much, though, to be with someone who lies to me, and I can’t get past the Dark arts. It goes completely against my beliefs and my family’s beliefs.” She sighs in defeat. “I feel sorry for what you have been through, Sebastian, but… I can’t compromise my own moral code.” She gazes at him through puffy eyes. “If… If you were ever to change your mind about Dark magic, maybe we would have a chance...”

Accepting defeat, he murmurs, “I understand.” He moves to stand up from the bed, glancing at Kate once more. “I… I want to thank you. For giving me a chance. No one ever does that. You gave me an opportunity to find some happiness.” He pauses, choking back a sob. “It meant a great deal to me.”

Kate’s expression is full of despair. She blinks back more tears as he puts on his clothing. She knows she should look away, but she can’t bear to do so. Soon, he’ll leave, and she’ll never see him again. “Sebastian, last night was the best date I’ve had in quite some time. It’s hard to admit sometimes, but I’m so lonely. I’m really so lonely here. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. We could have been something. I believe that.”

Kate’s words are yet another harsh blow. Sebastian freezes momentarily. “I’m sorry you feel lonely like that, Kate. I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He sniffles, then pulls his trousers up around his hips. “You have no idea how much I wanted us to be something more. I truly hoped that this would have been the beginning of something wonderful.” Sebastian wandlessly summons the rest of his clothing from the living room. His shirt, vest, socks, and shoes float through the doorway, hovering in the air before him.

It feels strange to have this conversation naked, so Kate awkwardly rises and scurries to the closet to find a robe. It’s quiet as they dress, both of them contemplating the utter misery of the situation and what they should say to each other.

She slowly approaches him as he buttons his vest. “Sebastian, we were supposed to meet. I don’t know why, but I feel it in my bones. If only we had met when we were younger, when life was… less complicated…”

Sebastian musters a sorrowful smile. “Maybe fate will lead our paths to cross again.” He doesn’t really believe it. Heartbreak is the only constant in his life.

Very gently, Kate takes his hands in hers and feels that sensation all over again - the electric one - when his calloused fingers brush against her soft skin. “Maybe.” She sighs, staring at their joined hands. “Sebastian… Your past does not designate all there will ever be for you in your future. And… if someday you willingly let go of the darkness, maybe I would…” she swallows painfully, “...still be here on my own. I… I could be your light, if you ever want to choose me instead. I m- mean… I am the sun princess after all.” She smiles weakly, trying to ease the tension, as she squeezes his hands, her voice breaking.

Sebastian’s eyes grow watery yet again, touched by her words and attempt at humor. “You have such a pure soul, sunshine,” he tells her softly, meeting her smile with a sad one of his own. “I want you to know that you already did me good. In just one night, you gave me a little break from the world I live in. Now I have a reason - a push to get better.”

He lets go of her hands, and Kate reaches out, attempting to take them once more. “Please don’t go, Sebastian… I… I could h-” When he looks at her in disbelief and pity, she stops herself, realizing she sounds desperate. She is embarrassing herself. Her eyes travel to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispers regretfully, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I… I really don’t want to leave you. Not in this way…” Sebastian sighs, still standing in front of her. “I hate this so much.”

They spend a moment quietly gazing upon each other, memorizing the moment, knowing they may never see each other again.

“I wish you w- well,” she chokes out as she walks him out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and then into the living room. Soon, they hover at the front door. “I… I suppose this is goodbye.”

Sebastian’s hand rises to caress her cheek as he looks upon her one last time. “I am so sorry, Kate. I will never forget you and your kindness. My sunshine.” He leans down to kiss her forehead as a sob escapes her. “Please, take care of yourself. You deserve the entire world, love.” He knows that word makes Kate uncomfortable, but it may be his last opportunity to tell her how he feels. Then, he whispers, “Goodbye.”

Sebastian opens the door and gazes at her one final time, his eyes filled with tears of misery, shame, and regret. He steps outside and, just like that, disappears from Kate’s life.

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